Zoya wasn't fond of the arid coliseum on Namadii, which somehow didn't remind her at all of the corpse of a planet she was born on. Nor was she fond of standing here, in front of throngs of spectators, their only interest being who won and who lost. Who lived and who died. She had come here for a far different purpose. The only reason a girl like her would ever set foot in a ring like this. Rumor had it that the winner of this tournament could gain the attention of the Empress.
That was the only prize Zoya was interested in.
The Empress was a Supreme witch. Her magic was famed across the galaxy. If there was anyone who could teach Zoya how to use her own power, it was the Empress herself. But such a Sith would not take just any stray off the streets as a pupil. Zoya knew she would have to prove her worth first; and this tournament was the best way to start doing just that.
She wore the crimson regalia of a Sith witch to her match. And though she had never heard of her opponent, she had heard the other Sith was present at the Battle of Felucia. A worthy foe. A good starting place to prove her worth to the Empress. Zoya stretched out her hand and a red mist gathered there, followed shortly by her lightsaber, which materialized out of nowhere. In the moments before the match was set to begin, she breathed deeply and called out to Korriban for aid. Then, she steeled herself and prepared for battle. @Killa Ree