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Eramis was good at looking unfettered by the world around her, especially when she wasn't aloof at all. You had to be born of an Inquisitor to be an Inquisitor? That did not sound right...but maybe that was because it was probably right and Eramis didn't want it to be. Well, it wouldn't matter...

"Yes, sir." Eramis replied through her com link. The mission seemed to be coming to a close as ISB units began rounding up the remaining cultists as well as taking out the remaining starships left behind from the ravaged camp. The Nightsister had kept an eye out for any others who sought escape...

It did not take long for Eramis to slip past the frontlines, infiltrating the inner ranks of the camp. Usually, espionage was not one of Eramis' favorite tasks to carry out as she preferred direct confrontation with the enemy, but because of Zeseth's very forward assault there was no need for a...

The carnage brought by the Chiss and his brigade of trigger happy technicians and gunners caused for Eramis' brow to slightly furrow. These cultists reminder her of her own tribes back home. They were not merely savages- they were living breathing people with a conscious like herself. Like the...

Eramis had ventured almost everywhere she could within the Sith Empire's borders. Her wanderlust had actually never brought her to Zoist and it's familiar arid climate. If it wasn't so barren and dry, it would have reminded the Dathomarian of her home planet. The Nightsister was excited to be on...

Eramis only raised an eyebrow at the brute's idiotic threat. Now her fellow sisters were murmuring about ending the pitiful warrior's life where it stood. Why in the Force would the Orc try such a thing? To get an arowsal? To die? Eramis was now convinced that the brutish woman was severely...

As Eramis awaited to pull out of hyperspace, she felt another pull to the tormented soul that shared it's torment with her. She closed her eyes, trying to shrug off the immense sense of doom that came from this...shadow. It hurt so much! Why did it hurt so much? Was this really what having a...

Eramis turned to meet Senin's gaze and smiled a bit more warmly at his words. "Oh, I know. I just don't care too much." She said, rather happily. Then, the man introduced himself and offered to shake her hand. Eramis took and held her friendly smile. "I'm Eramis. Nice to meet you Senin Ravelo."...

A Force Bond. It had to be... As soon as she began having the visions, Eramis had kept it a secret, but did her research accordingly. Something out there in the midst of a tempest was connected to her and proceeded to constantly remind her of that connection. She'd sometimes catch herself...

We'll see. Eramis thought skeptically as she gave a nod of approval to the Sith, staying seated on her perch. There was a beastly being that had shown up to hopefully watch and then leave right after. An Orcolan. Eramis hadn't seen one of those before but read a book about them once. It was...

Eramis was indifferent about parties. She saw them as opprotunity to learn about potential rivals and threats to her Queen, but other than that, she didn't have much use with them. She was dressed accordingly, however, in a crimson colored dress that waved down right above the knee. Her hair was...

Eramis watched the group of men before her with skepticism. Darth Draugr was a proven warrior for the Sith...but Eramis did not share her Queen's idea of letting the Nightbrothers learn of the very magic that Eramis was still trying to learn. Regardless of whether she thought the men of her...