The Devil You Know

[Horus Tempest]

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Standard Open fare, any PvP is considered CPvP. Any can join, but be sure to have a reason, this station is derelict and in the middle of nowhere. As with all Opens, wounding is enabled.​

She'll be here. She has to be, there's nobody else who would have understood that message.

Horus tapped the side of the metallic structure that encompassed his surroundings, vividly remembering the past that took place at this very station. Though it was in disarray and had been previously used by him to screen a potential candidate, it was still a source of pain for him and his entire family. The very spot their father, Mulvach Tempest, had been cut down by an Acolyte of the Old Empire. Now, that Empire had expanded and possessed all the territory that their rivals, the Imperial Republica, once owned. They had met before, in this place, but the meeting had ended abruptly. Since Azran was otherwise occupied, with what Horus could not tell, it would be him alone that invited his sister to join him, in hopes of swaying her to join the Alliance, if not the Jedi themselves. This time was different, as the entire Galaxy was now aware of what and who the Jedi where. There was no point in deception here.

The water is sweet, but blood is thicker.

The very message he encoded. The message that made all clear, the signum of their family crest, and the entire reason for his coming. He owed it to his parents, to himself, and to his brother to try and bring Kerowyn back into the fold. She was a powerful Force User, as far as he could tell, though less powerful than himself due to Master Luy's incredible training. The war was only just beginning, and now more than ever there was a strong chance that the darkness enveloping the Galaxy could be quelled. He knew that it would be no easy task convincing his sister to abandon what had essentially become her roots, but if any Jedi could, it was him. They were, after all, siblings. And no matter how bad things got, no matter how blackened the Galaxy around him would become, Kerowyn would always be his little sister, just like Azran was his better half; a twin brother. Still, he had his weapons, both sabers, swords and pistol. There was always time for caution, and the Vahla knew better than most what his own kin could be capable of.

And now, to wait. Come on, Kero...

@Autumn's Firefly @Aurius

 

[Kerowyn Tempest]

-Nuclear-

The Water is Sweet, But Blood is Thicker. Kerowyn hadn't heard or read those words in over ten years. Maybe even longer, still. They belonged to her house crest, back when the Tempest family was a respected lot, before the downfall of their homeworld so many years ago.

When Kero had been younger, her father had told her all about how their family once lived, and that by marrying into it through her mother, he and she both had inherited the rights and responsibilities that came with the name. Of course, she never really knew her mother. She made the ultimate sacrifice, after all, giving her own life to bring the young Vahla into the Galaxy, refusing to kill what had been a baby Kerowyn in order to save herself.

Sure, there where medical procedures that could had been done. But the doctors in the local system of Coriphyn IV didn't want to treat a Vahla patient. The acolyte had discovered that truth to her disgust years later, after she personally paid a visit to the hospital out of morbid curiosity. The amount of blood she spilled that day was staggering, none of the hospital staff survived.

She'd left the being who refused to help her parents in a heap of gore, having him framed, imprisoned, and later executed by firing squad for the murders she committed. Revenge is a dish served cold, she reminded herself as she brought her fighter in to dock. She knew who she was meeting. Horus. And she knew he'd try to sway her again, just like he did last time. But Kerowyn had never truly forgiven him for leaving her with the Sith.

It was a short walk to the location that had marked their father's death. She found him there, dressed in Jedi robes, with an aura that felt as gentle as a waterfall. He was powerful, strong, and composed... stronger now than perhaps she could ever become. It was obvious that if this turned into a fight, she would lose. But there were alternatives to straight combat. "Brother. Why are we doing this song and dance again? I already gave you my answer the last time we met."

 

[Horus Tempest]

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"Because I don't give up on family. You know that. You haven't changed, you're just the same as I remember you."

Horus turned on his heels, his eyes brightly shining, causing a faint half-light to illuminate the space between them. It was in deep contrast to her own lavender eyes, a trait she shared with Azran. In their culture, red hair was a sign of the Vahl's blessing, as well as amber eyes. Though he did not regard Vahl as a benevolent being, or a Goddess at all. She was a dark and twisted creature, prone to chaos and destruction, and he knew better than to follow that example. The expression on his face could only be described as serene and pleased, pleased to see she had come. And even though her words spoke to defiance, he knew better than that as well. She would not have come if she did not intend to hear what he had to say, and to that end her emotions betrayed her. He uncrossed his arms and let them fall to his sides, looking over at the unmasked woman in Dark armor, feeling her aura and extending his own throughout the room. Darkness and Light, and yet, the Light shone ever brighter.

"I'm here to ask you to come home. You know what I am, and you know the ones who trained me. They will accept you too, Kero, if you're willing to help yourself."

The Vahla began to pace back and forth, walking in slow strides, his arms moving to accentuate his meaning. He would have hugged her, but he didn't feel that was wise at the moment. He thought back to when they first met, to how she had revealed herself and so brazenly showed her colors against the very things he stood for. But he knew that she still carried anger over their father's death, and he also knew she'd never truly forgiven the Sith. This was a path of revenge, even from within, at least in his eyes. And revenge, hatred, anger... it clouded the love, passion, and light of the world around them. Though he was sworn to serenity, he knew what wonders passion held, and he knew that his sister did as well. If she could find her peace, if she could turn away from the Dark Side as he had been taught by their father and his Masters both, she could become instrumental in ending the Sith. She was a Tempest, and the Tempests had strong connections to the Force. Stronger still than some Vahla, though all of their races was naturally attuned to the mystical arts from birth.

"I know you want to avenge our Father and yourself. What better way to do that, then by striking back at the ones who did this to us. And more than that... you can continue this crusade without the anger in your heart. The Dark Side is strong, sister, I know this. I've felt it, I've fought against it... but I won. Those who serve the Light are stronger still than the Sith could ever imagine."

@Autumn's Firefly