Recent content by Maerae Verdan

She was not going to turn red, Maerae decided. She was going to... mingle, in this stupid swimsuit, just long enough to be able to say that she did. Then, after making her appearance, she would leave. No one could say she was rude for not attending, and she didn't have to hang about for long...

Maerae did not like parties. They were pointless, a waste of time that could be better spent doing something productive. Right now, she could be studying, or practicing her blade work, or reading up on the science behind hyperspace and traveling through it. She could be doing anything to better...

"Save your childish goading for Allis, Vahliri. I will not waste my time with it." Maerae snapped at the Sephi acolyte, not in the mood for her juvenile attempts at provoking her. With her piece spoken, the eldest acolyte took a few steps through the mist. It certainly seemed natural, as she...

Maerae let out a sigh. It seemed that Altair had falsified this story of ghosts in the corn fields. She hadn't expected it to be true, but oddly enough, she had expected Altair to at least be sincere when he spoke of it. Instead, here they were in a bunch of pointless old ruins, after having...

The teenagers were starting to irritate her. She knew that she couldn't judge much: she'd been a teenager just last year herself. But she didn't recall being catty and petty with her fellow acolytes. Sure, there were some people on Dromund Kaas that she didn't like. Even some that she'd like...

Maerae Verdan wasn't sure that she deserved this opportunity, but she was determined to take it nonetheless. She'd been extended an invitation to a new program, designed to help Sith Acolytes like her find a career within the ever-growing Sith Empire. In her case, she was assigned to work with...

"I understand." That was all Maerae allowed herself to say, as Tiamat bid that she finish her education on Dromund Kaas. Though, it did frustrate her immensely. Dromund Kaas was the reason she was in this predicament in the first place: there was so much that she didn't know, so much that she...

Corpal's fate was earned, as Cheriss said. Maerae agreed wholeheartedly. Those who betrayed the Empire paid the price for their actions, and today had hammered that lesson home for the young acolyte. Corpal, Candace, even the children... their deaths were deserved. As cruel as it was, that was...

Her thigh burned. The snipers took two more shots in their direction. One pinged uselessly against the hull. The other found itself deflected with a flourish of her blue lightsaber, and fizzled away into the ground uselessly. Maerae stayed put for a while longer, waiting for their assailants to...

So the hypergates were Lord Tiamat's work, and exclusively her work. Not the Empire's. Maerae... didn't quite understand that. Everything the Sith did, they did for the Empire, right? Their purpose was to further the Empress's reach, was it not? So to hear Tiamat claim that the work on the...

For someone who'd just been shot, Cheriss didn't seem to slow down much. Maerae found it impressive, but couldn't allow herself to pay much attention to it. Instead, her focus centered on Corpal. On the grasp she had around his neck. Her chaperone demanded that she bring him closer to them, and...

Cheriss' approval of her filled Maerae with disgust. But this was what it meant to be Sith: to sully one's self in the pursuit of power, so that the greater whole of the Empire might be served. So she embraced the turmoil that began to swirl within her. It gnawed at the very core of her being...

She'd killed children. Children. They must have been no older than twelve, and she'd just... stolen the rest of their lives from them. It was unjust. It was cruel. It was evil. And she'd done it without hesitation, without trying to offer mercy. Cheriss had commanded, and she'd followed the...

Cheriss took on Candace Corpal, or whatever this Jedi's real name was, and Maerae was fine with that. The woman was trained, at least partially, and the Champion had more power in the Force and more skill with a lightsaber than Maerae herself did. So the young Acolyte didn't worry one bit, as...

Where had the boy come from? And how had they not sensed him? It was frustrating, to be found out so easily. They'd just gone from holding the advantage, back to an even fight. Well, in terms of subterfuge, Maerae supposed. She still held Candace's saber, which she kept in a tight grip. With...