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Well it seemed that the Sith life that the Barbarian had spoke of seemed to come to very little. It had been several months since the raven haired female had left the planet yet alone the compound that she been brought to, with no sight of anyone beyond the guards posted outside of her accommodation. The Barbarian Sith Brandr appeared to have disapeared off the face of the planet, without so much of a word or attempt to contact the feral Jedi who had became his ward.
Again she had found herself trapped like a caged animal in the confines of her quarters. Baring the occasional disappearing act where the Dathomiri woman would use her magics to teleport herself outside of the building to lazily lay out on a branch and bask in the sun light. The guards had since given up trying to control and coerce the woman into returning to her accommodation, soon realising that she would go back on her own accord after she had had her fill. But despite the loose freedom and degree of a tense understanding between herself and rhe guards, this Sith life was hardly something that the Drunkard Barbarian could hardly brag about and sell.
the last time she had set foot on a different planet seemed like an eternity, when master Shan summoned a group of Knights to meet her at a remote location to discuss a plan. But it seemed that the Slaughter of pirates would fall to the wayside as she once again found herself back on Serrnno with little more to so than stare out of the window, watch the holonet screen or just try to aimlessly pass the time.
This will no do! The fallen Jedi had spent nearly a decade stalking the wastes of Ilum freely hunting the Abominations that stalked the planet, although she had lost her mind she was free to come and go as she pleased.
Silently the female stared at the holonet screen that was mounted upon the wall of her designated quarters within the Detention center on the throne world, her gaze observing the local time and reports knowing that soon the guards shifts will end and the next watch would assume their position. It was in this transition that Talia would attempt to reclaim her independence and regain control of her life, if the Sith was about making your destiny manifest though your own desires, then she will do what ever it takes to see it to fruition.
As if by clock work the heavy booted movements of the guards could be heard from outside of her quarters, the door swinging open as the next watch came in to do a visual check that she was still present and accounted for. A coy grin crossing her features as the guard simply nodded and stepped back ou closing the door behind him. It would be a good hour before he returned, and it would be enough of a window to allow her to resume her ongoing steps to bring herself back into the galactic fold.
Lifting up the mattress of her bunk, Talia pulled out a cloth drawstring bag containing several near cylindrical items before retrieving a larger and bulkier collection of items from one of the plasteel container units. Having on previous attempts to circumvent her accommodation, Talia had tracked down where her possessions had been stored after they had been confiscated from her. The set of Jedi dueling armour that now seemed like a distant relic which had been reduced to a cobbled mess of salvaged plating from the fallen bodies of Jedi and exiles alike, her light sabers that had burnt out after years of use without any form of maintenance or upkeep.
Both of which had been over the course of the week been gradually restored during her more clandestine and brazen use of her Dathomiri abilities to escape the confines of her room, sneaking off to a seldom used plant and maintenance room that the custodial staff used to repair various parts of the facilities. It was here that the feral woman had been using the available tools, parts and materials to steadily rebuildand effectively reform her dilapidated possessions, not back to their former glory as that would mean she would be ignoring the betrayal of the Jedi order and the events on Ilum that destroyed her life. No these possess would be reforged to reflect the single fact that ever-since her arrival from the barren wastes of Ilum she had a chance of finding herself anew.
As she had done for the countless prior nights, the raven haired female focused her gaze on the grounds of the detainment center below, the forgotten Jedi channeling her mind into the Force. Drawing upon the teachings of her Dathomiri upbringing and surrounding her body with a light smoke like haze, Talia focused and concentrated her mind and will out towards the solitary spot beneath a large solitary tree. Within a flurry of mystic energies the young raven haired female had teleported herself free from her confines, finding herself once again out in the open, with a well practiced route and series of steps the female figure made her way back to the remote maintenance worker's workshop under the dulling light of the evening sky, it would be tonight that she completed the last few elements that were outstanding that would allow her to once again stalk and hunt her prey. If Brandr and the Sith were not going to grant her the opportunity to prove her worth, then she was going to make them take notice herself.
@Panda
Again she had found herself trapped like a caged animal in the confines of her quarters. Baring the occasional disappearing act where the Dathomiri woman would use her magics to teleport herself outside of the building to lazily lay out on a branch and bask in the sun light. The guards had since given up trying to control and coerce the woman into returning to her accommodation, soon realising that she would go back on her own accord after she had had her fill. But despite the loose freedom and degree of a tense understanding between herself and rhe guards, this Sith life was hardly something that the Drunkard Barbarian could hardly brag about and sell.
the last time she had set foot on a different planet seemed like an eternity, when master Shan summoned a group of Knights to meet her at a remote location to discuss a plan. But it seemed that the Slaughter of pirates would fall to the wayside as she once again found herself back on Serrnno with little more to so than stare out of the window, watch the holonet screen or just try to aimlessly pass the time.
This will no do! The fallen Jedi had spent nearly a decade stalking the wastes of Ilum freely hunting the Abominations that stalked the planet, although she had lost her mind she was free to come and go as she pleased.
Silently the female stared at the holonet screen that was mounted upon the wall of her designated quarters within the Detention center on the throne world, her gaze observing the local time and reports knowing that soon the guards shifts will end and the next watch would assume their position. It was in this transition that Talia would attempt to reclaim her independence and regain control of her life, if the Sith was about making your destiny manifest though your own desires, then she will do what ever it takes to see it to fruition.
As if by clock work the heavy booted movements of the guards could be heard from outside of her quarters, the door swinging open as the next watch came in to do a visual check that she was still present and accounted for. A coy grin crossing her features as the guard simply nodded and stepped back ou closing the door behind him. It would be a good hour before he returned, and it would be enough of a window to allow her to resume her ongoing steps to bring herself back into the galactic fold.
Lifting up the mattress of her bunk, Talia pulled out a cloth drawstring bag containing several near cylindrical items before retrieving a larger and bulkier collection of items from one of the plasteel container units. Having on previous attempts to circumvent her accommodation, Talia had tracked down where her possessions had been stored after they had been confiscated from her. The set of Jedi dueling armour that now seemed like a distant relic which had been reduced to a cobbled mess of salvaged plating from the fallen bodies of Jedi and exiles alike, her light sabers that had burnt out after years of use without any form of maintenance or upkeep.
Both of which had been over the course of the week been gradually restored during her more clandestine and brazen use of her Dathomiri abilities to escape the confines of her room, sneaking off to a seldom used plant and maintenance room that the custodial staff used to repair various parts of the facilities. It was here that the feral woman had been using the available tools, parts and materials to steadily rebuildand effectively reform her dilapidated possessions, not back to their former glory as that would mean she would be ignoring the betrayal of the Jedi order and the events on Ilum that destroyed her life. No these possess would be reforged to reflect the single fact that ever-since her arrival from the barren wastes of Ilum she had a chance of finding herself anew.
As she had done for the countless prior nights, the raven haired female focused her gaze on the grounds of the detainment center below, the forgotten Jedi channeling her mind into the Force. Drawing upon the teachings of her Dathomiri upbringing and surrounding her body with a light smoke like haze, Talia focused and concentrated her mind and will out towards the solitary spot beneath a large solitary tree. Within a flurry of mystic energies the young raven haired female had teleported herself free from her confines, finding herself once again out in the open, with a well practiced route and series of steps the female figure made her way back to the remote maintenance worker's workshop under the dulling light of the evening sky, it would be tonight that she completed the last few elements that were outstanding that would allow her to once again stalk and hunt her prey. If Brandr and the Sith were not going to grant her the opportunity to prove her worth, then she was going to make them take notice herself.
@Panda
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