Rebuilding: Those Left Behind.

[EmilyHuene]

"Darth Venator has stepped down as Supreme Leader, his successor has requested our return home. The Shield is to be in Korriban space within a day. See that all Sith aboard are made ready. I will not present my self or my ship in any other way but perfection."

"Yes, Master. Of course, Master."

With a sad sigh she would turn quietly to the door and leave him to brew in whatever state of mind he wished to be in. She wanted to be there for him emotionally, not just physically. That was part of the promise she'd made herself as his apprentice. To not be there when he clearly needed her made her feel utterly useless.

The further away from him she got the faster her sadness would turn to anger. As she stepped back into her room she threw off her robe and tried to restrain her anger. His little outburst had made its way into her head as well and now all she wanted to do was act out. She'd look around the room for something to destroy, but unlike her master she had nothing of value. And she wasn't about to ruin her good set of clothes he'd made for her.

Instead, she bottled up her anger to unfortunately take out on whatever poor soul got in her way first. Methodically Clara dressed herself in the assassin style armor her master gifted to her. It was black in color with red trimmings. It also came with a hood that she could pull over her head to hide most of her face and thus identity if she so wished. But the main aspect of the outfit was she looked like a Sith warrior.

She then tied around her waist a long blood red sash and through it bound her white sword to her left hip. The sword was her most prized possession. She wouldn't give it up for the world. To her right hip she would clasp by clip her dark silver lightsaber hilt that would protrude a silent white beam upon ignition. Clara rarely ever used the blade for she liked the feel of her own solid metal one over anything. The blade mainly stood as a secondary weapon should she need it.

After dressing Clara left her room with a purpose and made her way to the bridge. She would address the ship as a whole rather than one floor at a time. Upon entering the floor a few would salute her as she walked by, others focused on their work. Clara did not care for the trivial symbol of authority so long as they obeyed her when she asked something of them. She had to make an example of one of the officers her first week there who foolishly disrespected her. Apparently he felt that Clara being a mere apprentice she was weak and submissive. His error was quickly corrected; his blood still stained on the walls.

She would walk over to the coms officer currently on duty and cross her arms under her chest. The man would spin around in his chair and ask what he could do for her, a small amount of fear rising in his core. She would tell him she needed to make a general announcement over the intercom system. He flipped a few switches and told her to press the small button in the center to begin speaking. Clara leaned forward over the man's shoulder and would bring her finger to the button. Her chest was inches from the man's face which caused him to flinch and sit very still.

"Attention guests and crew members of The Shield of Morriban, this is Clara Ra'Kul speaking from the bridge. Esteemed guests, I apologize for the inconvenience. In half a days time we will be entering Korriban atmosphere en route to our new supreme leader. All stations need to be thoroughly cleaned and made presentable. I want this ship is pristine condition before we arrive. I will begin rounds in 0300 hours to make sure everything is going smoothly. That is all."

She would then back away from the comm board and say to just the man, "Send a cleaning crew over to Master Condorro's room. There is a mess that needs to be taken care of."

He would nod his head and answer with a firm, "Yes, Mam" and then turn back to his station to send word to the maintenance crew.

@Taz

 

[WalkerMage102]

"Dramen Kyllth," The youth spoke "'I'll accompany your quest."

Dramen smiled as he shook Vega's hand. Finally he was making progress. With an apprentice and comrade at his side, Dramen could ascend the ranks of The Sith Brotherhood with more confidence than ever. He pictured himself in the role of Supreme Leader, with Vega at his side as The Dark Lord of the Sith. Dramen tried to push Umar Larna out of his mind. Umar Lerna is dead, he died that fateful day on Alderaan along with his father at the hands of Volantis Drendg. Dramen Kyllth is the present and the future. As all of these thoughts and images went through his mind, a small sliver of Umar Lerna still yet remained inside of Dramen.

With a newfound sense of purpose and meaning, Dramen replied with a small smirk: "Very well, Vega Naurdor. I am looking forward to it."

 

[Taz]

(OOC Note: For the sake of story please write something in your next post to say you heard Emily's ship wide message)

Vash would emerge from the shower as Clara's message would sound through out the war ship. His will done by her voice brought a tiny level of pleasure to the otherwise raging Sith. In all of his days in the order it was his goal to best Darth Venator, his greatest rival. Yet here he was preparing himself to sever a woman who was his equal and not just his equal but his other half. He shook his head as if to clear the doubts and anger from his mind.

The Sith master would then center himself. and start to dress in his armor and robes. piece by piece he would add it to his body as if to add layers to his mind and shield himself from his own troubled emotions. Normally he survived by his emotion, fed from them, drew power from them. But for the moment it was perhaps his greatest weakness. They were not feeding him but feeding off of him. By the time he was fully dressed he was bathed in simmering fear and hate. Everything else was pushed to the back.

Vash would than turn and walk from his room. The halls and decks were buzzing with activity. He could also now feel several other Sith moving about. He'd nearly forgotten he had others on the ship. The Sith calmly moved to the lift and ascended to the bridge of the ship, passing two cleaning droids as he did so. He knew where they were going, his apprentice was nothing if not attentive. The Sith would otherwise ignore the rest and sit at his commanding chair at the center of the bridge.

 

[Prudence]

Moff Kira Elan had been sound asleep in her cabin when the ship wide message had come through. This had been one of those ugly sleeps, where her hair was a mess around her face, drool pooling on her pillow from her lips, and her body contorted into awkward positions that her sleeping mind found comfortable. The broadcast snapped her awake and she sat up in the semi-comfortable bed she'd found herself in. The bed was one of the nicer ones aboard the Shield as these sorts of rooms were reserved for the higher rankings - like her.

Stretching her legs Kira slid off of the bed and pulled on a pair of skintight black leggings, and her Moff's jacket, buttoning it up. The jacket was black, though she had an olive green and grey jacket as well. This black jacket, however, matched well with her leggings. Once the jacket was on, though a few buttons towards the top weren't yet fastened, she left her room, bound for the room of Vash Condorro. The man had been the Sith in charge of this ship, and he could tell her why they were essentially turning around.

Slamming a petite fist against his door she spoke up,

"This is Moff Kira Elan! Open up! I am quite hot and irritated!" she paused a moment "By hot I mean mad, though I'm hot too."

 

[WalkerMage102]

As Clara's message sounded through the ship, Dramen realized that it was almost time to finally have his revenge on Drendg.

 

[EmilyHuene]

Once her announcement had been made there wasn't much left for the girl to do. She'd promised the workers she would begin inspecting the stations in three hours, so that time she'd use for herself. Her room was already kept up to shape so there was no need to address that. She supposed she could do with a refresher, but she'd done so the night before. The only thing Clara really wanted now was food. The kitchen would likely be open if not fully operational at this time of night. She was sure at least one of the cooks wouldn't mind preparing a little something for her. So that's what she did.

Clara made her way down to the mess hall and politely asked one of the chefs if he would fix her up some breakfast. Unlike ordering around the officers on the ship, Clara had always respected the cooks. At least she used to. Her adoptive brother corrected her old behavior right away when she nearly attacked one of the ladies who brought her food because some of it had dripped onto her favorite shirt. In front of everyone she worked with he tackled her to the ground and broke her arm for her disrespect. It took weeks to heal and she was forced to eat with her non-dominant hand. Ever since then she treated those who handled her food with kindness.

And it rewarded her too. The man would bring her a warm plate of fried veggies and baked goods that more than suppressed her hunger. She thanked the man for the wonderful meal, letting him see a side of her that no one else in the verse would likely ever see. This was the Clara that was in love. A warm and welcoming smile on her face and a glow about her that could brighten anyone's day. If only this feeling lasted. Eventually her smile would fade and she'd plunge herself back into the dark world that was the Sith. Which reminded her! Her master was probably hungry. She turned right back around and entered the kitchen a second time. Fifteen minutes later she was finally leaving the cafeteria with a tray of food she knew her master would be thankful for.

 

[Taz]

Vash sat in his command chair like a chained Rancor. It would be another few hours before the ship would leave hyperspace and another hour or so before they would arrive over Korriban space. Faster was impossible but to the Sith it felt like drifting. He watched on the screen as the stars passed like spears threw the black background. The wait was literally painful to him.

The pain was subsided as a cleaning droid the Sith had previously run into was now transmitting a live feed of a female woman barking as his door. The woman had no idea he was on the bridge of the ship, but it didn't stop Vash from finding humor in the matter. He could of instructed the droid to tell her but decided to allow the woman to make a Bantha out of herself. With a couple of key strokes on his chair arm he ordered the droid to continue.

The three droids together would than nearly run over the Moff(@Prudence) and enter the empty room to clean it from wall to wall. If she didn't realize it before she would get a clear view that the Vash was not there.

 

[EmilyHuene]

While her master tormented the other Sith from afar Clara would begin to make her way to the bridge. She could sense her Master's aura from down below almost by instinct at this point. It was like she was drawn to him; which was true because of the seal on her arm. She carried the tray gently so as not to spill anything while she walked past the crew going about their jobs.

When she finally got to the bridge she would see her master sitting quietly in his chair. He looked rather bored with himself. She hoped her gift would cheer him up. Clara would walk to his side and offer him the tray with a smile. If he took it, she would then get down on her knees and lean into his chair, resting her head on his armrest. If he didn't take the food, she'd simply set the tray on the floor instead.

@Taz

 

[Prudence]

Kira had raged, impatiently, at the door to the Sith's quarters for several minutes, until the door swished open allowing the cleaning droids in. She could see from here that the room was unoccupied, and she felt a slow building anger as she stomped away. Rolling the sleeves to her formal jacket up, to allow her arms to breathe, Kira found her way into one of the turbolifts, and set the destination at the bridge.

As the doors chimed open she casually stepped out and walked onto the bridge, glaring at the Sith before she had even approached him,

"Sith Condorro, I demand to know why we've changed course! And why the hell you played a message that loud across the whole ship. You woke me up from my beauty sleep, do you think I'm this hot without plenty of sleep?! You're going to give me wrinkles."

 

[EmilyHuene]

"Sith Condorro, I demand to know why we've changed course! And why the hell you played a message that loud across the whole ship. You woke me up from my beauty sleep, do you think I'm this hot without plenty of sleep?! You're going to give me wrinkles."

At the presence of the other woman Clara would turn to look at her, her skin on edge. The woman was furious. And she had ever right to be. Just not at her master. Clara jumped to her feet in a flash and would draw her silver blade from the hilt and point the edge at the Sith.

"How dare you speak to Master Condorro with that tone! Apologize at once!"

@Kira Elan ; @Taz

 

[Prudence]

At the presence of the other woman Clara would turn to look at her, her skin on edge. The woman was furious. And she had ever right to be. Just not at her master. Clara jumped to her feet in a flash and would draw her silver blade from the hilt and point the edge at the Sith.

"How dare you speak to Master Condorro with that tone! Apologize at once!"

@Kira Elan ; @Taz

Kira's eyes fluttered as she rolled them,

"You're cute, but get out of my way. I'm a Moff, and I'm the same rank as your master."

Her own blade flew from her belt to land in her hand, the emitter nozzle pointed carelessly towards the young girl.

"You're pretty enough right now. Move out of my way before I fix that for you."

 

[EmilyHuene]

"You're cute, but get out of my way. I'm a Moff, and I'm the same rank as your master. You're pretty enough right now. Move out of my way before I fix that for you."

Clara would look upon the girl with an angry stare. She didn't like the tone the girl portrayed when she said master. Yes Clara was an apprentice, but that was by choice. When she first met V their fight was neck and neck. He even admitted in a sword fight she could best him. So, she didn't like being assumed as some youngling. Though she herself was as powerful as any Sith Brother, she couldn't argue with the fact this woman was a Moff. Clara would bring her blade back to its sheath and bow her head to the woman.

"Forgive me. I was not aware someone as young as you was a Moff. It won't happen again." She would then look back up and add, "But I will ask you to lower your weapon on the presence of my master."

She still felt the need to protect him, not that he would need it in a million years. Clara waited for the woman to comply before stepping back and behind Vash. Her hands curled up in front of her as she waited for her master to speak. She would however continue to watch the woman like a hawk. She didn't trust her.

 

[Prudence]

A cut of her eyes was all the attack Kira would launch against the younger Clara. Slipping her lightsaber back onto her waist, she stared at the girl as she walked by,

"Pretty, but I guess not very smart. Do you not see the rank on my jacket?" Kira shook her head, allowing her hair to billow around her as she did so and walked towards Vosh. Sitting down on the arm of his chair she looked down towards him,

"So, Vosh, do tell me why you turned this ship around and woke me the kark up?"

 

[Taz]

"Ooo grub" The Sith said with a suddenly amused look. It was in fact a grub, one native to his home world of Dathomire. The cooks had become accustom to cooking an odd but gourmet menu for the Sith assassin. Vash took several of them into his palm and started to pop them like a child with candy. His apprentice moving to her knees and holding the tray of food as if to wait for him to make up his mind.

Vash had popped two of the grilled grubs into his mouth and was about to take a sip of black caff to wash it down. When the young Moff Elan burst from the turbo lift and began to wine like the high maintenance headache her reputation said she would be.

Vash would not even give her a glance as he sipped, blew on his caff and sipped again. Clara on the other hand was trained and mentally programmed to do the exact opposite. Reacting with fierce anger and near lightning quickness. Spilling the rest of his meal in the process. Vash only rolled his eyes and continued to drink his caff.

As the two traded barbs and the child pulled rank over the other child the Sith's fun was starting to wane. His apprentice would back peddle, assuming her Master gave two credits about the woman's rank of Moff. Finally the cat fighting stopped. Only so Kira Elan could practically jump into Vash's lap as she forced her way onto his chair, spilling his caff and knocking the last couple of grubs from his hand.

The Sith's calm was now shattered. Raged built in the man within the blink of an eye. A whirlwind of force energy would burst from the male Sith. Putting the young Moff on her bony rump as well as his apprentice. Also sending most of the crew trashing in different directions. Now standing, the assassin would loom over Moff Elan.

"As you so keenly pointed out, we are the same rank. I do not answer to a Moff, I answer to Dark Lords and the sitting Supreme Leader. I could not care less about your sleep. This ship has been requesting to return home, so that is what we intend to do "


@EmilyHuene , @Prudence

 

[EmilyHuene]

Spoiler: OOC

OOC: Hey I said she would put the tray on the floor. I wouldn't have spilled it so carelessly! -sticks tongue out-

"Pretty, but I guess not very smart. Do you not see the rank on my jacket?"

Clara scowled as the woman walked past her and flung her hair like some preppy rich girl might. Her hand gripped the base of her sword angrily as the Dark side called and teased her, whispering murderous thoughts into the girl's already broken mind. It would be so easy to take her out. Quick and fast. Her head would roll before her saber could ignite. That was one of the benefits of having a real blade. Though lightsabers were made of light, their creation time was slow and predictable. Clara could beat that speed. She almost tested that theory as the girl would then jump up onto her master's lap; a thick vein popped up on her forehead. The Vampiric Princess as she was known in the Sith was pissed. There was no other way to put it. Everyone would feel that hatred building in her.

"So, Vosh, do tell me why you turned this ship around and woke me the kark up?"

Thankfully it was Vash who acted first. Thanks to the girl's carelessness, she ended up spilling his most favorite drink. He'd then push outwards with the Force and send the girl falling backwards. Clara too would feel his push and stumbled backwards as she tried to maintain her footing. She'd look up with a smile seeing her master show his dominion over the other girl.

"As you so keenly pointed out, we are the same rank. I do not answer to a Moff, I answer to Dark Lords and the sitting Supreme Leader. I could not care less about your sleep. This ship has been requesting to return home, so that is what we intend to do "

Clara smirked and would move closer to her master, bringing her arms up and cradle his in her own. She rested her head on his shoulder as if to say this man was hers and that she had won the battle. She looked down at the brown haired girl like she was standing on a pedestal looking down at a lowly peasant. What a lovely feeling.

"Would you like me to go get you some more food, Sir?" she would ask in her sweetest voice.

@Tax

 

[Taz]

The Sith had made his point. No real harm had been done by any party, yet he himself was ready to draw his sabers and slay the lot of them. Clara included. Vash would yank his arm from the young woman and shrug her off. Though by all accounts the young Sith had done all the right things to defend and assist Vash. He was coming unglued.

"Clean your selves up. The both of you. In a few short hours we meet our new leader. You will give her the proper respect of a Sith, or I will cut you down myself" He spoke with anger but with no particular direction. He would than turn to leave the bridge of the ship and leave it in the capable hands of it's captain.

 

[EmilyHuene]

"Clean your selves up. The both of you. In a few short hours we meet our new leader. You will give her the proper respect of a Sith, or I will cut you down myself"

Even though Vash had pulled away from her, she still felt like she'd won in all regards. The girl who was so proud of her title was now nothing more than a girl on her butt. Clara couldn't have been happier. With a snide look she'd turn on her heel and start to follow after her master. Even though she wouldn't need any sort of cleaning up, she'd still head back to her room for some extra TLC. Maybe some makeup for a change? She suddenly felt the need to compete with this other woman. It was a shame really; the two girls really were a lot alike. Though neither of them would know it. In a different world, they could have been friends.

 

[Taz]

(OOC: jumping here a bit sense we have lost track)

The War Leviathan would burst from the tear of space as it left the hyperspace portal it had plotted almost a day prior. Every man and beast was at the ready as the Sith Corvette cruised into high orbit of the home world of Korriban and began a patrol pattern along with the rest of the rest of the ships in the area. The massive fleet over the planet was a sign of both respect and power for the new Supreme Leader. Those aboard The Shield could see the fleet from both the main screen of the bridge or through the shields of the open flight deck.

The main launch bay of the ship was a buzz as the last few shuttles and star fighter craft were getting ready to depart of the main spaceport near the construction zone. Vash's orders were different. This entire trip was different for him. Not only his ship but more importantly the Sith was requested especially to return to Korriban. Vash to report to the Supreme Leader's Star Destroyer, Venator's Destroyer. His apprentice was late, perhaps better for her considering the meeting to come. The assassin was ready and in full armor and weapons when he boarded his shuttle.

The trip was short, not short enough that the anger and fear rose in the Sith once again. As the shuttle docked with the destroyer he could feel the shift in the force. He knew that essence but at the same moment, he did not. She had grown more powerful, stranger than he had remembered. But there was something else. Fear, he thought at first is was his own but it was far different.

Vash left the shuttle and went confidently but immediately to the turbo lift leading to the bridge of the massive ship. The closer he got the stronger he could feel her, and the more he could feel her near him the more his anger and hatred built within him. Years of their love cracked and smothered by the years of not knowing. Of the loneliness he felt without her. Bitterness and blame for him having to resort to twisted magics to turn a young sith. The lift would stop and the door would open with a hiss.

He walked into the room of humming but otherwise quiet activity. Her back would be to him for the moment. The dark side would drift between the two and the entire room would grow cold enough to see warm breaths. The assassin would step to within striking distance of the newly crowned leader before taking a single knee and lowering his head.

"What is your bidding my Lord"



@RedneckLoves

 

[EmilyHuene]

After several hours of waiting Clara finally left the lower decks and began to inspect the crew as she'd promised she would. Since she started late, several work stations began to fear that perhaps they hadn't done a ood enough job and would continue to clean and reclean. By the time she eventually came around there was nothing really to be done. She would calmly walk back and forth among the ship's floors from bottom to top until she came to the bridge. It was the last place on her list and most importantly, she believed, she would meet her master there. Together the two would head for the new supreme leader's ship. But fate had other plans.

As she walked out of the turbo lift she gasped loudly. Against the wall and some of the computers still lay her dried blood from the man she'd cut down a week ago. Her brow furrowed and her hand clenched against the sword on her hip. Clara stomped over to the men working at the post; The Dark side rising inside her with anger.

"What is the meaning of this!" she screamed.

The men jumped with fear and looked at her like they'd seen a monster, not far from the truth, "What do you mean, Mam?"

"The blood?! Why didn't you clean it up?! Did you forget we're having inspection today?!!?!?!"

"But!" the man tried to defend his reasoning. His words were shaky and full of fear, "You told us not to clean it up. To serve as a reminder to not disobey you."

"That was before I ordered everyone to clean this place up!"

The man tried to beg for mercy but Clara was already lost in herself. For whatever reason she felt like she needed to make yet another example of the poor unfortunate masses that tried to argue with her. Her hand was on her blade before she realized what she was doing. She drew the blade with lightning fast speed and hacked the man's arm clean off. Fresh blood sprayed from his wound as he fell and clutched the stub he now had for an arm.

"Consider this your only warning. Clean up the blood. All of it."

With a sadistic smirk she would bring the blade to her lips and lick the warm blood from the blade and into her mouth. She loved the way human blood tasted. So warm. So metallic. She'd do the same to both sides of her blade before returning it to her hip and walking away; her boots clacked against the metal floors with each step. For dramatic presence she would draw up her hood and cover her face, leaving only her grin visible.

From there, she would make her way down to the hanger since it seemed her master was not at the bridge. She could have realized that if she tried sensing him but clearly had other things on her mind. By the time she got down there she was in for a sore surprise. His ship, his personal shuttle, was nowhere to be seen. Clara looked around again as if she'd somehow missed whatever was right in front of her. He's gone! He'd left her! Clara growled angrily and let the hatred and jealousy fuel her. The Dark side again would rise in her, though this time much more potent; every Force sensitive on the ship would be able to sense her malice. Clara screamed and let her pressure explode around her making the floors and the walls shake. Some of the less sturdy crates and canisters around the loading dock would tumble over while she threw her little temper tantrum.

 

[RedneckLoves]

The newly christened Darth Sigrún stood facing out the viewport of her personal Star Destroyer - the same one recently given up by her predecessor. She wore flowing black robes over her regular combat armor, though she expected no fight in the coming hours. Rather, she expected her heart to be ripped from her chest. She stood rigid with her hands clasped tightly together behind her back and while she stared out at the large procession of spacecraft come to greet her as their new leader, she saw none of it. Not at this moment.

Not when her husband was on his way to see her.

Intent as she was on the memories and the knowledge that he soon would be within her reach once again, after so many long years, Eir felt it keenly when Vash entered her ship's domain. She felt his presence and the twisted familiarity pained her greatly. She had known that her leaving would anger Vash and would likely change him as well. But it was something that she had felt couldn't be helped - she still had to leave him, had to leave everyone, for the sake of their unborn child.

It had been seven years since last they saw each other. And now, returning as the Supreme Leader - which was something she had never imagined would happen, something she never even desired until Corvo had asked it of her - she was even more uncertain of the reaction she would get from her husband. Her beloved Vash. He would be angry, certainly, but what else? Would he disown her, hate her? Could he ever love her again? She hoped with all her heart that he would. And then there was Baldr... Eir's eyes glanced to the side, towards a door that led eventually to the boy's room on the ship. He was in there right now. Would she force that knowledge on Vash as well? Or would it be better to leave that for a later day...

Uncertainty clouded her mind for a few minutes, but suddenly all thoughts flew away with the loud hiss of compressed air as the double doors to the cockpit bay opened and heavy footsteps approached her. Bitterness and anger assaulted her senses in such a powerful wave, she was nearly overwhelmed. Showing no outward sign of her emotions, Sigrún's shallow breathing was the only sign of her distress. All in the vicinity felt keenly the flow of the dark side between the newcomer and the Supreme Leader and so they kept their heads down and busied themselves with quiet tasks.

After what seemed to be ages but was really only a few moments, she heard movement behind her and a voice that sent her stomach to her toes spoke.

"What is your bidding my Lord"

Finally, Eir turned to see a wide shouldered, black clad form kneeling before her. She had no idea what to say to him. There were so many things she wanted to say, needed to say, but... Now was neither the time nor the place. She could only hope that there would be time in private at a later date for everything else. She had summoned him and his entire ship here on purpose of course. She wanted him to know of her promotion right away and to face him about it right away. Allowing feelings to fester with no outlet would only make things worse. She had come up with a solution, something of a salve at least, for her proud husband's anger at her.

Voice steady and strong, Eir continued to stare at her beloved husband as she spoke. "Vash Condorro. You have proven your worth to the leadership of the Brotherhood. I'd like to ask you to accept a position on the Moff Council. You may choose to take power over any planet in Sith territory that you wish."

She wasn't sure how he would respond to the statement, and so she simply stood strong and steady and waited for his reaction.