Ladies Night [Dire]

[Res]

It was nearly midnight and Angelous was unable to sleep. She threw her feet over the edge of her bed and stood. Slipping on her clothes, and clipping on her saber she left her chamber. Her cloak glided smoothly behind her as she made her way through he hallways. The Sith Lady had her hood up and the only thing that was visible was her piercing yellow eyes. The Sith was sometimes mistaken for an Initiate due to her size but when she speaks and fights they quickly find out she is a Master. She couldn't sleep because of her encounter with Darth Novus and the Firrerreo Neiraan. Who later found out he goes by the Sith name Aurelius. It still made her blood boil on how she had to approach the situation. That was the first time in her life she backed down from a fight.

She wasn't heading any were in particular but she was heading somewhere. Weaving along the corridors she found herself deep in the Temple. This was where the event took place between the trio. Instead of heading that way again and risking the chance of running into Novus again she opted to head into one of the courtyards and look up at the high ceiling trying to understand what this place was like when the Sith Lords of the past inhabtanted it. She closed her eyes and reached out with the force. This place was rich in the Dark Side, she felt it flow through her. Reaching her hands out to the side she shot lightning out of her fingertips. As she let out a scream of frustration. As the lightning flowed from her hands she kept her eyes closed. After a few seconds the lightning died out and she opened her eyes and they were a deeper yellow than before. Her left hand sparked a little as she lowered them.

After a few minutes of standing there she drew her saber and ignited it. Holding it with both hands in front of her at a angle pointed upward. She toon a deep breath and started to preform a Kata of Makashi. It was her primary firm she used and it had proved to serve her well. She had killed nearly a dozen Jedi with the form and she hoped to kill that many more. She would rid the Galaxy of the Jedi scum, even if she had to do it one at a time and by herself. She was so focused on what she was doing she didn't notice anyone approaching her.

[Dire Wolf]

A creature sat in silence amidst the darkness in quiet contemplation. Far too long had she eschewed the simple act of doing nothing in favor of seething passion. Too long had she forgotten up her old ways; the ways of patience, cold calculation, and of thinking rather than feeling. Too long had she allowed the barbarism of emotion to cloud her actions. No longer would she allow these facts to muddle her superiority.

Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into half a day, and before long half a day had become a full week. So immersed she was within the Force that all of it passed within the blink of an eye, yet she could still feel as if the sense of time’s passage remained. Few of her subordinate Sith had the courage to bother the powerful being in meditation, and the ones that had better things to do than pick meaningless fights. During this time her own influence upon the ethereal plane around her would be reduced to almost nil. It was as if the Force was a great lake, and she merely stood within the water to feel the ripples and waves crash around her.

These times of quiet introspection brought her as close to invisibility within one’s ethereal awareness as one can get. An ear piercing scream clawed all but ripped her icy blue eyes open just in time to see those blue tendrils of lightning arc through the air. Shadows danced and played where the light hadn’t touched, and at the maelstrom’s center lay a human woman. Bitterness, frustration, and anger coursed through the human and turned that lake into something more violent; like rapids through a rocky stream. All the while Vesperia lay within the water doing little to feel, or even move. Seconds yet again turned into a minute before that crimson blade erupted into existence with the angry hiss of it’s ignition to act as harbinger. It danced through the darkness with some measure of skill, but certainly much less than either Lady Vesperia or her lover, Allvitende.

“For the love of all things unholy, cease that mindless flailing,” a monotone voice broke the week long silence that had fallen around the powerful Sith. Echoes bounced around the rotunda for a moment before Lady Vesperia rose with no small amount of stiffness to her joints. Despite this sudden movement she still kept a close rein on her movement within the Force, and made sure to only feel the river crash around her. Any hostile movements on this churl’s behalf would have to be divined through more mortal means, but Vesperia had been fighting for far too long to rely on her feelings as a sole means of informational input.

As a result of this stillness within the ethereal plane she would have felt about as powerful as a newly inducted apprentice, though the predatory countenance with which she walked denoted extreme skill. Each step echoed from the far walls of the rotunda like the words before them; they only ceased when the woman was barely out of lightsaber distance, still unarmed. A thin layer of dust had fallen over the azure silk sash that aided the black sports wear in protecting her modesty. The tan shade of her skin had paled slightly due to the prolonged darkness, and her almond shaped eyes peered out at the Sith with the same type of caution one would give to the clouds as they passed overhead.

“I have but two questions for you, Sith,” the final word was spoken with something akin to sarcasm, “who are you. Why do you not take your plebeian tantrums elsewhere. ‘Tis obnoxious and perturbing to my meditations.” A high brow core world’s accent flowed past the woman’s lips, and the expressionless look about her eyes was more befitting a dead woman than a powerful Sith. Friendly was not a word anyone, including her lover, could use to describe her at her best.

Poisonous was far better. Friendliness was for the weak.

[Res]

Angelous continued to preform her Kata. She was unaware of the other woman had she disturbed for her meditation. After a few moments she still wasn't aware of other Sith that was now just out of reach of the strike of her saber. Turning on her heels and stopping with the blade in the woman's chest. With her bbeing nearly a foot taller than Angel she had too look up to see who she had attracted. Lowering her saber as the taller Sith was talking. This had been the second time in the past couple weeks that she had intrupted someone doing some. WWell, this has not been my month Sh though as the other Sith finished.

"Lady Angelous, Who wants to know?"

Angelous said deactivating her saber still wearing her hood up. Turning around she held her saber in her left and turning sideways looking at the taller Sith. She didn't know who she was but for some reason she had a layer of dust on her shoulders and in some sports attire. She reached up and took her hood off. Her yellow eyes pierced the woman and the black tattoo around her left eye stood out on her pale white skin. She wasn't made at he 'new' Sith, she was still upset at the event with Darth Novus and Aurelius. Still thinking of why the other woman wasnt in her room doing her meditation.

"Also I was under the impression that this courtyard was empty"