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It had only been a few, short days since the Kilik attack on Korriban, and the entire experience had proved to be utterly surreal to Sarella. Her journey into the depths of the Sith homeworld, to the very heart of its Nexus, had nearly proved to be her demise. It gnawed at her mind and amplified every doubt she carried, and the decisions she’d been forced to make - decisions that went contrary to everything she’d been taught and held dear as a Jedi.. It had shaken the woman to her very core. For the first time in her life, at her lowest point, Sarella had been her devotion to the Light fall short. How it failed her when she needed it most.
And in stark contrast, she had seen everything that the Sith had to offer her.
It was strength like she’d never experienced in all her journeys prior to that point. It was more than the Jedi could ever offer her - and perhaps.. Perhaps the best way for her to bring forth a better Galaxy was through that strength. By casting off every chain and exploring the Force - and herself - to its fullest potential. The promise of Darth Trelain never quite left her mind - repeating over and over with every step through the reddened sands.
You'll never have to cower in the dark again.
She had stepped foot on Korriban a Jedi Consular.. But now? She was dressed in the simplest of Acolyte robes, stripped of all her piety and righteousness as a Jedi. Sarella had been confined to Korriban for the first days of her training - directly overseen by Darth Trelain. The Sith Master’s elevation to the Council had certainly changed things - and it only earned Sarella the further scorn of her fellow Acolyte’s, scorn she already suffered for her previous allegiances. It meant that the Acolyte was assigned to the more tedious and unsavory tasks around the academy and nearby grounds, those that no one else wanted - and, in this case, were likely to get her killed.
While the bulk of the Kilik force had been repealed from the planet, remnants of the insectoids and their Joined followers had fled deeper into the dunes. While their presence wasn't enough to be a threat to the Korriban at this point, they were a nuisance that deserved only extermination from the surface of the sacred homeworld of the Sith. For the day, it was Sarella's task to locate and pick off as many of them as she could find. Without any knowledge of where they were finding within the desert, she was effectively walking in mind - and likely to be amushed along the way. A prospect that just delighted her, really.
With only her basic robes and a hooptie speeder, Sarella strolled out of the hanger of the Academy - prepared to begin her work. She had caught word that someone else would be joining to oversee her, though she hadn’t the slightest clue who that might’ve been.
And in stark contrast, she had seen everything that the Sith had to offer her.
It was strength like she’d never experienced in all her journeys prior to that point. It was more than the Jedi could ever offer her - and perhaps.. Perhaps the best way for her to bring forth a better Galaxy was through that strength. By casting off every chain and exploring the Force - and herself - to its fullest potential. The promise of Darth Trelain never quite left her mind - repeating over and over with every step through the reddened sands.
You'll never have to cower in the dark again.
She had stepped foot on Korriban a Jedi Consular.. But now? She was dressed in the simplest of Acolyte robes, stripped of all her piety and righteousness as a Jedi. Sarella had been confined to Korriban for the first days of her training - directly overseen by Darth Trelain. The Sith Master’s elevation to the Council had certainly changed things - and it only earned Sarella the further scorn of her fellow Acolyte’s, scorn she already suffered for her previous allegiances. It meant that the Acolyte was assigned to the more tedious and unsavory tasks around the academy and nearby grounds, those that no one else wanted - and, in this case, were likely to get her killed.
While the bulk of the Kilik force had been repealed from the planet, remnants of the insectoids and their Joined followers had fled deeper into the dunes. While their presence wasn't enough to be a threat to the Korriban at this point, they were a nuisance that deserved only extermination from the surface of the sacred homeworld of the Sith. For the day, it was Sarella's task to locate and pick off as many of them as she could find. Without any knowledge of where they were finding within the desert, she was effectively walking in mind - and likely to be amushed along the way. A prospect that just delighted her, really.
With only her basic robes and a hooptie speeder, Sarella strolled out of the hanger of the Academy - prepared to begin her work. She had caught word that someone else would be joining to oversee her, though she hadn’t the slightest clue who that might’ve been.