The Dark Academy on Korriban

"Oh, iz zhat all you vant," that lasciviousness returned in a feigned air. Her voice taking on an overly breathy quality. "I am certain I could muster zhe skill to make you take leawe of your senses permanently."

"I'll bet you could." The Sith says as he looks out over the slaves working in the darkness among false light. "You could probably cast my mind into the dark side and then draw it back, and I'd find that everything about me is gone for good. But then I'd lose out on the opportunity to step into it with you by my side. So we can hold off on that. I've much more to learn and achieve before I become a mindless, gibbering fool."

She followed his eyes then was back to the horizon, folding her hands in her lap. "V'one day, perhaps. Bezides, I like you zhe vay you are. Taut muscle und feline grace. Better to serwe your new master und garner zhere vays."

"Oh, don't say that. That makes me sad. You should want me to become more powerful, not stay the same," he chuckles. "Powerful enough to withstand whatever perverse and sadistic pleasures you can inflict on me."

"Yes, grow beneath your new master, whoewer zhe be. Become your true zelf. Ve all have much to do to become ourzelwes." She gestured out towards the entire dig site.

"That we do. But I hope that in time we can become our true selves. I would like to see what we could become together. A witch queen and her blade someday maybe?" He chuckles at that.

"Zomeday, yes. But zhat day iz a long vay off. For now I hope you vill accept a vitch prinzess. Mein great-grandmuter has reigned for ower zhree-hundred yearz und my mozher iz ower a hundred. Change doez not come sviftly to House Farro."

"I suppose that's another thing I'll have to try to learn then, if I'm to live long enough to be the queen's blade," he says with a chuckle. "That one's probably a bit more difficult."

"It'z beyond most. Only zhe true rulerz of zhe Farro know zhe art. Zhere are only tvelwe Lords now. V'once zhere vere hundreds at our height. But," she canted her head and dropped her eyes to the red sands, "zhose who remain could kill you here, now, from Korriz, vith a zimple vord und gesture."

"That is power. But that is why I must learn and attain more," he replies. "I will not be content to remain as I am. Nowhere near it."

"You und I, alike. I hawe said it before but it bears repeating. I am but a nowice in zhe vays of zhe Dark Side. Az much as I know zhere are libraries vorth of knowledge vhich zhe greatest of mein line know und I do not. Just az zhere are forms und artz vithin your own ztyle zhat remain beyond you."

"It's true, and neither of us will limit ourselves. Growing ever stronger... it is the goal. Never stop gaining power." He seems pleased with a life like that.

"It vill be hard fought, to continue constantly upon zhat path. Growth iz grueling vhen it iz a constant march. But zhen pain iz of no concern to us."

"It is of a concern. It is desired," he says quirking an eye brow and grinning. "Trudge through fire, accept the blades and freeze in the void. Let it all come."

"A perzonal motto?" She inquired simply. Perhaps it was even a house motto.

"Nope, just said it. Maybe it should be." He looks back to her. "We'll take all challenges."

"I doubt our Houses vould allow us to do any less. Vether Sith or jen'jidai, ve are both followvers of zhe Dark Side. Survival.....strength through survival."

"Nwûl tash, dzwol shâsotkun.
Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk.
Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan.
Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha.
Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak.
Wonoksh Qyâsik nun."

She recited the Way of the Sith.


Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.

Falling in with her recitation after the first couple words, the sith-blood showed a toothy smile to the night sky with the recitation.

"...dzwol shâsotkun.
Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk.
Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan.
Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha.
Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak.
Wonoksh Qyâsik nun."

"Freedom. Freedom to act as I see fit without orders. Some day."

"The dream of us all, und miraculously possessed by even some of zhose ve know. Zhough zhe Emperor could ztill demand our zervice, it haz been centuries zince he haz chosen to inwolwe himzelf vith zhe Farro. Zhus, ve hawe enjoyed our freedom. Truth be told zhis is as bound as I hawe ewer been."

"Do you expect one of the Lords here to request to take you on as an apprentice? Or are you expecting to return to Karriz for the foreseeable future?" he asks, curious to what she expects in her future.

"Korriz haz always been my ultimate goal. Vere it not my great-grandmuter's dezire to know of zhe Academy und itz current practices I vould likely newver have left. But it haz been almost a century zince one of mein family attended und vhile ve diworce ourselves from zhe core vorlds, even mein House likes to keep apprized of zhe goingz on of zhe current generation."

"There are many places you might visit to provide information for the Farro," he replies. "If you'd rather stay there I wouldn't push you, but I would eventually intend to travel."

"Zo, you zaid before. It vill depend. My great-grandmuter iz fickle at timez. But I am certain you vill have ewery opportunity to commit actz of debauchery und violence across zhe galaxy."

"Such ambition I have no? Maybe we could perform that ritual once on every Empire world," he says with a wink.

"Qvite zhe goal, but most attainable. Zhough zhere are hundreds of zhousands of zhem. Zhere are eighteen systems juzt in zhe Stygian Caldera."