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A calm walk across the floor in her outfit was all she intended to do at that moment, collecting her senses, her thoughts. There was the quiet private meditation on her knees in the darkness, but between the firelight of her hallway she walked through a different kind of escape in her mind...

Shaking her head, Xyrin would start on her way down the golden path. “Xyrin? Do you see any speakers where you are?” “What is this you think we’re in, Cheriss, a cantina?” “THERE ARE NO SPEAKERS.” The voice sounded like it was coming from beside her. Xyrin turned to the side but saw...

Whatever Cheriss thought about Xyrin and silver and gold, Xyrin thought this probably wasn’t Sidious. Whoever this chithead was could perhaps even be a derelict pirate who had left behind some dumbass automated contraption? Based on present company, what with Rust Bucket and Cheriss the...

One. Two. Three. Truthfully there was no telling what the hell ‘two there must be’ actually means. Cheriss was surely thinking the same thing; that three there were, only one member of said three was nonliving, merely a rusted bucket. Off with its head? If it magically fell off then Cheriss’...

One blade down, one blade up, creating lines so lined, with fortunately neither lightsaber presently engaged with each other or threatening to scrape either lady’s face. Maybe neither Xyrin nor Cheriss were particularly experienced in seeing in the darkness with their naked eye but they were...

A voice. A void. A shadow. Xyrin was no Jedi Shadow. She was a Sith. She was Sith. She was Sith Sith. She was the kind of Sith Cheriss just wished she was but isn’t. Shadows. Cloaks. Rectangular. Circles so round. Shapes. Should get a pound cake after this at a cafe. Actually she’s just...

It was a long hallway. R6’s light shined but not the whole way. Maybe the voice came from the darkness at the furthest end? Yet it also echoed all around them. “YOU MAY NOT PASS.” “Wonder if it’s automated.” Xyrin speculated to nobody in particular as she walked beside two others. “An...

Xyrin was yet again content that, as expected, Rust Bucket had been promoted to the front line the next moment. That way if they encountered anything dangerous his light would guide him right into oblivion. “Xyrin, do you feel that?” “Yes, I sense something. A presence I have not felt...

As sure as that chamber being just another room, as conscious of this woman being Cheriss and not her mirror, confident that this was reality and not her imagination, it was all Xyrin could do at the moment to keep herself from lashing back at this other Sith in frustration. The Force connected...

Patience, student. I am being patient. Patience, student! You’ll be a patient! Unfortunately, despite memories of previous teachings, masters who would put Champion Cheriss to shame, no academy had prepared Xyrin Davarok to be paired up with Cheriss Ktrame. The smugness in her grin when Xyrin...

Yet again, Cheriss proved to be quick as that holocron found her grip instead of Xyrin’s. Then again, a lot could happen between here and the ship, as with whatever the heck had happened to Rust Bucket. “Since you’re so good at temple exploring, I’ll let you lead us out of here.” “K.” She...

“Well, Sally, I’ve spent my whole day tolerating your blabbering mouth and quite frankly, I am getting tired of hearing it. So I will ask you once again, kindly, would you Please. Shut. Up.” "..." In hindsight Xyrin didn’t know what this woman’s problem was. Some people were just in denial...

“Believe it or not, it was you who tripped that wire.” “Ha.” Xyrin looked back at the slab, that rectangle so rectangular, the ceiling moving upside down, and the suspiciously tripped-on trip wire in between the floor and the ceiling. “Meh.” Moments later, having pondered over what she...

Xyrin just blinked at the eternity it took for this idiot Herglic to let out its last dramatic breath, wishing it would just hurry up and die already. She didn’t attempt no cinematic backstab just for Finding Nemo’s last gasp. “Well done,” Cheriss nodded. “Hm.” Xyrin spotted her holocron...

“Miss me so soon?” “Nope.” Xyrin looked up at Cheriss, her expression of not looking up to Cheriss. Having landed on her back after flying backward for more than a stagger, the Sith was glad that she hadn’t snapped anything that might sound like a carrot snapped in half. She got up the next...

Cheriss was polite. She had only a moment ago requested Xyrin, not to keep her mouth shut, but to please keep her mouth shut. To Xyrin, there was a difference. Manners mattered. So this Human Sith was suddenly promoted to Inferior Idiot Bitch Level 1 with an unlimited level cap. Xyrin had no...

Xyrin kept quiet as they walked the hallway and came to another chamber. Honestly, one rock looked the same as the other, and you could only pass so many walls before they all just looked like, well, walls. Impressive. Cheriss was a Sith of action, no doubt about it. Even Xyrin had to admit it...

“Xyrin!” Xyrin! “It’s me, Cheriss.” When Xyrin blinked the next moment, she saw Cheriss, not Xyrin. She saw a room within ruins, not the throat of a volcano. She saw a sister of her Sith Order, not the brother of her Sith family. The face before her was not red. It was pink. It was the pretty...

She heard the scream. A child’s scream. A girl’s scream. Only it vanished as quickly as the sea on a dying planet. A scream silenced in buried memories, but ever burning beneath a river of lava. Echoes fade away like the cries in a cave, replaced by the quiet of the climb. Away from the base...

“Someday, Xyrin, something will humble that big mouth of yours.” “Hm.” Xyrin wasn’t terribly fazed about Cheriss’ decision to mimic her own motion of brushing past her and pushing past her shoulder. The Human’s flesh and skin and skeleton were inferior to begin with. She was weaker than the...