Andraste OG
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OoC: No deaths. I don't care if someone starts a fight, but I will finish it. >.<
To say that she was disappointed was an understatement. She knew the last time she had an outburst. It had cost her a lot. At the heart of it, she knew she was to blame for the swift hits against the Imperium. Along with her, the woman Eris was also at the heart of this. Andraste smiled to herself, silently admiring this traitorous woman. Royston had taught her well, though he was not the least bit involved now. The woman had grown into a powerful entity on her own, singlehandedly dealing blows against the Imperium when even the Jedi nor the pathetic rebellion could not. Andraste may have been a monster, but even she admired strength and courage.
The winds of Korriban were chilly at night, her yellow hawk-like eyes gazing out before her. She was adorned in all black, a dress with hems that extended beyond her feet. Wisps of curly black hair fluttered against her pale features. She was overseeing the reconstruction of the Korriban temple.
The blow to the temple had been swift, before anyone could blink. Andraste had been traveling throughout the galaxy, leaving the Imperium in more than capable hands. It took someone from within to send everything tumbling, and that was something even she hadn’t foreseen. And as a result, she now watched what remained of the temple slowly being rebuilt.
Imperial forces had done sweeps to ensure that no enemy ships or troops remained in the area. Andraste herself had prodded into the minds of all those around to seek out any ill intentions. The woman’s dark aura would be felt by all, heralding her presence. It was something most within her order hadn’t experienced yet.
“Empress… we have begun construction, but it appears a lot of our holocrons and intel are unaccounted for.”
Andraste did not turn to gaze at the Imperial soldier, her eyes trained ahead. She finally nodded, exhaling quietly.
“I know this. We will do the best we can. They have hit us hard. Rightfully so..”
She grimaced.
“We have become far too comfortable in our strength. I should have foreseen this.”
She spoke mostly to herself, realizing that the soldier shifted uncomfortably without having any input. She glared at him until he awkwardly shuffled away. Andraste walked closer towards the temple, her dress dragging along the sand. She wore no shoes, her toes curling into the cool powder. As hot as it was during the day, Korriban was chilly at night. Her frosty breath escaped between her lips as she came to stand much closer to the temple.
She had trained within that temple many years ago, when she was but a child. She was weak, so weak, with minimal control over the Force. That was back when Royston had hopes for her, as did Vereor, as did others. One by one they thought they could tame the monster within her, and one by one they failed. Where were they now?
Andraste was back in full force. She would be there to ensure that there were repercussions for those that acted out against her will. The first and foremost victims would be the snakes within the Imperium that started this war at long last.
To say that she was disappointed was an understatement. She knew the last time she had an outburst. It had cost her a lot. At the heart of it, she knew she was to blame for the swift hits against the Imperium. Along with her, the woman Eris was also at the heart of this. Andraste smiled to herself, silently admiring this traitorous woman. Royston had taught her well, though he was not the least bit involved now. The woman had grown into a powerful entity on her own, singlehandedly dealing blows against the Imperium when even the Jedi nor the pathetic rebellion could not. Andraste may have been a monster, but even she admired strength and courage.
The winds of Korriban were chilly at night, her yellow hawk-like eyes gazing out before her. She was adorned in all black, a dress with hems that extended beyond her feet. Wisps of curly black hair fluttered against her pale features. She was overseeing the reconstruction of the Korriban temple.
The blow to the temple had been swift, before anyone could blink. Andraste had been traveling throughout the galaxy, leaving the Imperium in more than capable hands. It took someone from within to send everything tumbling, and that was something even she hadn’t foreseen. And as a result, she now watched what remained of the temple slowly being rebuilt.
Imperial forces had done sweeps to ensure that no enemy ships or troops remained in the area. Andraste herself had prodded into the minds of all those around to seek out any ill intentions. The woman’s dark aura would be felt by all, heralding her presence. It was something most within her order hadn’t experienced yet.
“Empress… we have begun construction, but it appears a lot of our holocrons and intel are unaccounted for.”
Andraste did not turn to gaze at the Imperial soldier, her eyes trained ahead. She finally nodded, exhaling quietly.
“I know this. We will do the best we can. They have hit us hard. Rightfully so..”
She grimaced.
“We have become far too comfortable in our strength. I should have foreseen this.”
She spoke mostly to herself, realizing that the soldier shifted uncomfortably without having any input. She glared at him until he awkwardly shuffled away. Andraste walked closer towards the temple, her dress dragging along the sand. She wore no shoes, her toes curling into the cool powder. As hot as it was during the day, Korriban was chilly at night. Her frosty breath escaped between her lips as she came to stand much closer to the temple.
She had trained within that temple many years ago, when she was but a child. She was weak, so weak, with minimal control over the Force. That was back when Royston had hopes for her, as did Vereor, as did others. One by one they thought they could tame the monster within her, and one by one they failed. Where were they now?
Andraste was back in full force. She would be there to ensure that there were repercussions for those that acted out against her will. The first and foremost victims would be the snakes within the Imperium that started this war at long last.