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Having escaped from under the thumb of Darth Victress, Lilith, formally known as Cait, went on a journey. She had wanted to resist the Dark Side. She fled from her master's grip, left before rejoining the Sith Order and avoided all the influences that lead to corruption. Yet... still she heard...

Feeling the grip around her neck again shook her somewhat out of her rage and gave her some clarity again. Slowly fear started to take the place of the anger, causing Cait to backpedal away from the Darth. Something inside her told her to run, yet she knew it was pointless. She wouldn't be able...

Cait felt the impact of the Darth's attack and the air rush around her a she fell back, hitting the ground with a grunt. Needless to say, that did not help her mood much. Her saber went out when she fell to the floor but she stood up right away, grunting again and reigniting it. She watched as...

Cait listened to his words, and quite frankly, they only triggered her more. Her blue eyes flashed a sickly yellow as she slid her blade out without saying a word. He wasn't quite dead yet, but he would be soon. She more than likely severed his spine in the process too, which would've taken away...

He hadn't moved away. Why hadn't he moved away? The IDIOT! He was a liar, and betrayer and now stupid? Cait was done with this all. How could he not have seen what she wanted to do? She was waiting for those words of betrayal to fall from his lips. And right before the end of his last sentence...

When Cait heard someone outside of the door she obviously knew who it was. She stopped playing with her lightsaber, letting it fall into her hand in the regular grip. Of course she didn't point it towards herself, she wasn't going to stab herself anymore. She pointed it directly in front of her...

Cait was in her Sith gear, minus her helmet. Her hood was down, and her red hair was tightly tied up into a bun at the back of her head. While it had been that way for awhile, there wasn't many hairs that had pulled loose. It was a testament to her ability to style it. She was playing with her...

Cait heard his pleas as she leaned against the shelf, staring into it blankly. He was offering to help her, take care of her. What had she done to deserve someone who'd stick with her even in her darkest, most desperate hour? She didn't believe she'd done anything, or deserved it but... she'd...

Cait listened to him, though she looked away the whole time in some sort of attempt to not let him see her expression. Clearly it didn't work that way but her drunk brain told her it might somehow. There was a frown on her face that was slowly softening. She didn't like that he wasn't buying her...

Cait let go of the lightsaber so Gil could take it, though she was pretty sure she could get it back from him at any point. He'd be hard pressed to stop her anyway. That wasn't the plan, of course, but it was a thought that passed through her mind. But when he went for her bottle that was the...

"You're being ridiculous!" she said, trying not to shout. Obviously he didn't buy it, but that didn't mean shit. Cait wasn't going to give up the act if she could help it. Her stubbornness kicked in full gear, even while she was feeling so lost in it all and helpless to her emotions. Reaching...

Gil's voice forced her head to snap up, and seeing him in the doorway suddenly sent a shock wave of embarrassment through her. Cait turned the saber away from her, placing it on her desk but not out of her reach. All Gil saw was the scene, she thought, not what she had planned. Yeah, that...

As she got into the house, Cait decided to go straight to her office. That was where she left her lightsaber, or rather, the Darth's lightsaber. It really wasn't hers. She went to where she had placed it and grabbed it. It was cold and not just because no one had touched it in awhile. The...

Cait listened to Gil, pushing herself away from him and up so she could look into his eyes. The option she thought of earlier was swirling around in her mind even as she stared at him. It hadn't stopped since she thought of it, and it was very, very tempting. Overwhelmingly so with how down she...

"No," she answered simply. "It's not what I want at all, but I don't know what to do otherwise." She shifted in his arms to look away, into the distance. What she wanted was to grow the business and be protected from the superpowers, not to throwaway who she really was. "Unless you think we...

For a good amount of time she stayed on the deck, just staring out. Allowing the wind to kiss her cheeks and give them color. Breathing it into her lungs and letting it cool her. She wasn't entirely sure what to do about the situation, or able to pin point every emotion she felt. But hours of...

At first Cait stayed in place as he backed away; it was as she worried, he couldn't handle it. She didn't allow herself to have an expression in the beginning, staring at him with her cold, yellow eyes. Then he asked her to stop and a mix of emotions hit her like a truck. First, anger, second...

She was surprised at his answer, stopping to stare up at him with her eyes giving away her emotion. Since he was open to her, she could sense he wasn't lying either. He had been so scared before and she wondered if he'd be more after seeing everything. Then again maybe this was best. Maybe he...

Fires? For a second she hoped it wasn't actual fires he was talking about, but then she wasn't sure she wanted it to be either. Of course, as The Exchange grew so would it's pool of enemies so it was expected. Cait took another bite of her food and listened to his question. He seemed to...

She kissed him back, almost forgetting the feel of his lips on hers. The taste of him. Cait stood for a second to breath in and calm herself a little bit more, though she sensed the movement of her lightsaber crystal and looked over to see Gil holding it. It disturbed her somewhat that it was in...