- Joined
- May 3, 2010
- Messages
- 12,226
- Reaction score
- 3,559
- Staff
- #1
Andraste was no stranger to the Imperial Palace. She almost knew it as well as the back of her hand. Though she was no Sith Lord, she spent just as much time here, if not more, than the other Darths. Her primary reason for venturing the halls were to meet with Exodeus, though it was mostly under the guise of training. She had grown used to all the guards and they all noted her arrival whenever she came. Today, she did not come to find the Dark Lord. She even doubted he was here.
She hummed to herself, her eyes wandering everywhere, taking in sight of the massive columns and support beams that gave the palace such a grandiose appearance. Andraste ignored the nods of greeting from those she passed, almost lead by muscle memory. She was clad in a black dress, as if she were going to a party. There was no real reason to her dressing up, and she had simply developed a habit of it. She did not have her saber with her. With how little she used it, she often left it behind.
Andraste stepped into a large chamber that thrived with dark energy. It was a place to meditate and connect to the Force, a perfect place to channel emotions and let it fill the mind and soul. It made the Force cling to her, as if she were a magnet. Andraste ducked behind the columns, emerging again before disappearing. She called the Force to herself, wrapping it expertly around her delicate fingers. Andraste had disappeared again, into the shadows of the chamber. She was within her own thoughts, drinking from the energy all around her.
She hummed to herself, her eyes wandering everywhere, taking in sight of the massive columns and support beams that gave the palace such a grandiose appearance. Andraste ignored the nods of greeting from those she passed, almost lead by muscle memory. She was clad in a black dress, as if she were going to a party. There was no real reason to her dressing up, and she had simply developed a habit of it. She did not have her saber with her. With how little she used it, she often left it behind.
Andraste stepped into a large chamber that thrived with dark energy. It was a place to meditate and connect to the Force, a perfect place to channel emotions and let it fill the mind and soul. It made the Force cling to her, as if she were a magnet. Andraste ducked behind the columns, emerging again before disappearing. She called the Force to herself, wrapping it expertly around her delicate fingers. Andraste had disappeared again, into the shadows of the chamber. She was within her own thoughts, drinking from the energy all around her.