Jenova Savas
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- Joined
- Jul 27, 2018
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Never before had the green skinned amazon set foot on the grassy planet of Lothal; she never needed to prior to this momentous occasion. Admittedly, Judge Savas wasn’t quite sure what to expect; Lothal was a prosperous utopia, none could deny that. Under the Empire’s control, the terrestrial world had thrived, its assets steadily growing with the passage of time. It was not often Jenova ventured to such locations; battlefields and warzones were her primary territory, not lush, vibrant palaces. She felt somewhat out of sorts, given her ethereal appearance. She was a staggering height, for a female at least. More often than not, she towered over others. Coupled with her exotic colorations, it was no surprise she garnered a few curious glances. Yet the hybrid had learnt to ignore such trivial things; her focus as solely reserved for the task at hand. She couldn’t afford minor distraction, easily not now as she was moment away from landing within the internal compounds of the palace.
Today, Jenova had been granted an audience with the Prince of the Lothal; Lord Evandrus. Yet, amongst the Sith Empire, he was commonly known by a different title. The High Judge.
As of yet, the amazon had only been able to recognise her superior from occasional holograms. These exposures were no more than a couple of moments, and why wouldn’t they be, given their nature and purpose. As a judge, Jenova fell exclusively within Lord Evandrus’ command, with many of her missions organised in accordance to his will. Thus far, she had been successful in each endeavour; traitors had been snuffed out, whilst other -more militaristic- threats had been squashed without mercy. Still, Jenova was…unsatisfied. More needed to be done. Much more.
She only hoped the Sith Lord would agree as well. From what little she had heard, many considered Lord Evandrus a…visionary. Surely, he would see the merit of her scheme.
An entourage greeted Jenova upon an arrival. A humble attendant and his droid; no sooner had they proceeded on did the emissary start rattling off rules and expectations, certain customs that needed to be respected. Silently, the hybrid groaned, having never been one for formality. She simply needed permission to proceed on ahead with her plans. Understandably, the High Judge wished to know more before brazenly gifting his seal of approval; this was to be expected after all, seeing as Jenova was proposing something completely ludicrous. She was plotting full, planetary conquest, the likes of which had never been done so before this era. Just thinking about it made the amazon grin, all whilst her blood temperately simmered.
One could argue this was Jenova’s ultimate purpose. At least, that’s how the hybrid saw it as such. From her own perspective, she had been born and bred for one purpose and one purpose alone; to wage war. Glorious, merciless war. She would topple monarchies and claim entire planets, all in the name of the Empire. Truthfully speaking, Jenova worshipped the very concept of war; she wished to utterly embody its concept, in all abstract forms. War bred conflict, and from that conflict came adversity and challenge. These obstacles were instrumental to one’s evolution. Without it, a sentient was doomed to a stunted existence. Jenova could this of no worse fate. She would not be like the proceeding masses before; she would not fade in obscurity, going quietly into the final night. She wished to instil a legacy, one that would last generations. The female was pragmatic to know she was but a cog in an ever-turning machine; with any luck, her descendants would ensure her dream thrived.
Who knew, maybe one day she could have a palace of her own. Though she quickly dismissed such thoughts. Though elegant and beguiling, the palace was no place for someone like her.
Had Jenova been able to spare herself some time, she might have marvelled the palace’s impressive architecture. It was angelic by design, utterly enchanting to behold. Who would have thought an urchin such as herself would have risen this far; she was a spurned by product of an illicit coupling. Her birth was marred with disappointment, as was most of her childhood. Soon, that disappointment morphed into a dire competition to survive. Despite her youth, Jenova was forced to fight, forced to battle other, more intimidating, opponents. All for the entertainment of others. She remembered it all too well. The jeering of the crowds, the dying wails of the fallen; eventually, she had grown so accustomed to it, truly growing up to know no different. Within those pits, the hybrid learnt numerous valuable lessons, ones which often utilised in her duties. She had been moulded by her environment, forged into a champion. Now she campaigned for the Empire, waging war on any foolish enough to challenge its righteous proceedings.
The attendant dismissed themselves, instructing Jenova to follow the droid from that point onwards. The palace was momentous. Her Miraluka heritage gifted her with force sight, a most astute capability; whilst physically ‘blind’ Jenova could envision the space around her all too well. She could perceive walls and pillars (of which there were many) and even distinguish layouts metres ahead of her. With enough focus, the range could be extended.
The sight also allowed Jenova degree of awareness; whilst not able to fully sense the additional surveillance droid, the amazon could certainty acknowledge its presence. It was hovering in the shadows, high above from one of the pillars. No doubt it was an observation droid, one which beamed its recordings directly to the palace’s security system. Jenova spared the machine but a momentarily, her head cantering upwards towards its hidden location. Whoever was on the receiving end of the transmission would have a clear angle as the warrior’s vibrant features. Still, she soon resumed her journey. Whilst some might have cringed under the droid’s scrutiny, Jenova was entirely used to it; the fighting pits often used such recording method. Why not, after all? How else could one get such fantastic footage of slaughter?
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