Fortress vader, imposing, hot, dangerous... home..
Home.. That was a word nefie had avoided for most of her life, bittersweet sensation it was, but there simply isn't any word for the motherly sith to use, impatiently, she searched the halls, looking for her son, Cremek had to be here somewhere, probably brooding, she had deceptive pep in her step, and purpose in her stride, the complete opposite of her son, who aimed to stay away from one's eye, nefie drew people in with her outfit, the sith juggernaut demanding ones attention passively, pacing down the general halls, would she help train the acolytes?... nah, maybe meditate and think about her next move.. yes, that will work. She made her way to her quarters, recently chiseled out herself to compensate for the sith who resided here, it was nothing special, bare bones, mostly rock, but it was a place she could rest, she kneels down, a right proper attunement to the dark side was long overdue..