[STORY] Belsavis

[DarthVerus]

Belsavis

For general information of Belsavis, read here!

1049 ABY, 11th day of 11th month

A transmission to the villagers on Belsavis: ”Villagers of Plettwell, I salute you. I am Lord Verus and I represent the Order of the White Hand, and I believe our emissary had already approached you a week ago and to our disappointment, he never returned. I sense that he is not present among you, thus I must assume you’ve disposed of him. I am willing to forget about your unnecessarily violent act on one condition—hand us the artifact. We know that you possess it, and claiming otherwise would be foolish. If you will not hand it peacefully, me, my apprentice and my soldiers will retrieve it through more harmful ways as you have already killed one of our own. You have two hours to decide.”

A planet at the end of the Belsavis Run, Belsavis could be easily mistaken for nothing but a block of ice in the middle of space, however it hides much underneath its surface. The planet hosts multiple volcanic rifts that enable near tropical life conditions, and beneath them lie many ancient tombs and facilities that have had many purposes in times past. Belsavis used to be a prison planet that both the Galactic Republic and the Empire used for their own purposes. And before them, the Rakata used the planet similarly. It didn’t solely contain long dead prisoners, but things some didn’t want to be found. In one of such tropical rifts, lies a village called Plettwell that stood above a large complex of underground tombs and labyrinths that contained a certain artifact that was hidden there centuries ago by the Jedi Order, which was now sought for by their enemies. The locals had promised the Jedi that they’d defend these tombs with their lives. A promise that was well tested.​

 

[DarthVerus]

1049 ABY, 11th day of 11th month, Belsavis

Screams, smoke and blaster fire filled the air about. And while it was noon, the sky above the rift was darkened by impenetrable clouds of black fumes. The village of Plettwell was set ablaze, and whoever lived in the village would share the same fate as the wooden houses that stood there—death by fire. Verus walked through the main street of the settlement, holding the hilt of his lightsaber in his right hand that had been set ablaze, and the sound of its rattling buzz was still more dominant to his ears than those of agony and death. He viewed as the troops of Admiral Raius slaughtered the villagers who foolishly set sides with the Jedi, maintaining an ancient promise to defend a relic they had nothing to do with. It was simply a promise, one they chose not to break. He admired their loyalty and sheer purity of morality. It however didn’t serve them well. He walked towards a large building at the end of the street, the only building that wasn’t set on fire by the troopers of the White Hand. He saw irony in this scenario, considering that all of these soldiers were veterans who once served the Galactic Alliance, just as he did. They saw it just as he did that the institution they once served was weak, and bound to be utterly destroyed.

He saw a squad of three troopers emerging from the building, running to their commander—him. They stopped within two meters of him, lined up and orderly as they should. The squad leader, Fenec, began to speak.

Ensign Fenec: ”Lord Verus, entrance to the tunnels has been confirmed and secured.”

Fenec would utter through his helmet with a stern, formal manner. The modulator in his helmet would make him sound as if he spoke through a comlink. Verus would acknowledge the good work of these soldiers, reminding him of his days as a Jedi general prior to the Great Collapse.

Verus: ”Well done, Ensign Fenec. I am most pleased. I sense that you may have found something else in the building, am I correct?”

Verus spoke gently, and while the modulator in his helmet might have made him sound intimidating, he had little reason to do so. He was well acquainted with these soldiers, knowing that they were capable, loyal and honest. Everything he could ever demand from soldiers.

Ensign Fenec: ”Sir, we managed to view the log of the comm unit in the majors’ manor. They have informed the enemy of our arrival.”

Ensign Fenec replied, with honesty, retaining his stern and formal tone. Verus would nod in response while retracting his blade, considering that his need for it was now over. He sensed that all of the villagers had been killed, regardless of their age or their stature. He felt no sympathy towards them, acknowledging that he had already given them a choice prior. They chose to oppose him, and he gave them the greatest honor he could’ve ever given them—a death while fighting honorably for their supposed cause. He however understood that he had little time on his hands, for if their enemy knew their plans, he’d have to finish his job on this planet sooner rather than later. He wouldn’t have the time to relish in the beauty of this place for too long. He’d have to move quickly.

”Well done once more, Ensign Fenec. Inform Admiral Raius of this development immediately, prepare the carriers for boarding, I will retrieve what we came for.”

Verus uttered as the troopers made way for him to pass through, with him walking towards the building with the sole intent of finishing their purpose on this long forsaken planet.​

 

[LadyAnathema]

1049 ABY, 11th day of 11th month, Belsavis

What previously appeared to have icicles, cold air, and bright skies all turned dark. The air was filled with smoke as its dark colors painted the clouds. Civilization was destroyed and burning in ashes, as there barely seemed to be any sense of living behind. Except, for the people that ignited the fire. The piercing screams have all been muted instantly as the fire continues to spread throughout the village's buildings. It was their own fault… At Least that is what she believed. These people were offered mercy, and to her disappointment but not to her surprise they chose their deaths. There is no scenario where she would not guarantee their downfall, whatever Lord Verus wanted she would do, no questions asked. Amongst the slaughterers was a woman, who appeared unbothered both physically and mentally despite the whole chaos that ensued in the current location. She, too, emerged from the building only much later than the three squads of troopers with behind her a few more troopers. With her lightsaber in her hand, as she had disabled both blade emitters, she made her way over to where Lord Verus was as the trooper squads moved away within that same moment. Once she was close enough her steps came to a halt a few feet away from Lord Verus, facing his way as she too began to speak to him.

“Master, we’ve secured the perimeter. The villagers are dealt with, as you commanded. They no longer stand in our way!”

Only for a moment, as if she had no participation in the village’s demise, she took in what her eyes were met with from her stance now that she was further away. She could not block out the generated memories from her mind the moment her eyes wandered over the burning buildings and the streets that were painted in blood. This moment was almost a deja vu to the woman. It reminded her of something before she was reborn. However, these images came to a quick halt. This is not the time for that. There was no physical movement to her, but mentally she shook everything from her mind. One should not confuse her reminiscing with pity or empathy for the slaughtered ones no… it was deeper than that. Nevertheless, her complexities had no role at this moment. There were bigger things that were waiting on her, on all of them. There was work to be done.

“I will be waiting for your next command.”​

 

[DarthVerus]

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Belsavis, 1049 ABY, 11th day of 11th month, the reckoning​

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As Verus was about to take his first steps towards his destination—the ancient Rakatan tombs that were built eons ago by the former enslavers of the galaxy, he’d stop as he’d sense and hear his apprentice awaiting for him. Aside from her words, he could well hear her thoughts and emotions. Their bond through the Force was powerful, as he had raised her almost as if he’d raise his own daughter and as any master and apprentice—they were as much familiars to one another as true blood-bound family. Although she nor anyone else could see his face beneath his mask, he smiled. He sensed her disconnect and brief reminiscing, he knew what their endeavor on Belsavis reminded her of. And he had intended it as such, a silent test for his pupil. However, he’d not address it just yet. Her test was not yet complete. He knew that this mission was almost a simulation for her, emulating all the same conditions as that day. However, she wouldn’t stand as a victim, or a young girl to be liberated. Now she was the enforcer and the master of her own fate, and furthermore, an instrument in recreating the galaxy and the universe itself. He would turn his head slightly towards her, allowing her to see a slight portion of his mask and the crimson visor of his helmet.​

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”Well done, my apprentice. Now come with me, we have one more task yet.”​

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Verus replied to his apprentice with his soft, gentle yet almost hypnotizing voice which was greatly modulated by his mask. He waited for his apprentice to join him by his side, and what was awaiting them was an artifact called the Key. Fitting that a Rakatan artifact would find it’s way back into their tombs, however it was not meant to stay there. Few knew the true nature of the thousands of catacombs lying underneath the surface of Belsavis, however Verus had studied many of its mysteries in his time. Ancient knowledge and technology that couldn’t even be replicated anymore.​

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[LadyAnathema]

This time her role was switched, and it was up to her to stick to her current role. I was meant to wield this blade in my hand… as I was also meant to rid of this broken world and help create one better for all. Her face remained motionless, throughout most of the justifications that filled her mind. Was she condoning her behavior? Or perhaps it was the repetition of her devotion to the cause. No one else except for her, and Lord Verus would know where her mind wandered and she expected him to. In reverse, she, however, could not always tell what her master was thinking. However, she figured that he too, must remember the events of that day, should that be through her thoughts or his perspective of that day. Anathema dismissed any references for the moment as her gaze went back to Verus who replied to her.

The corners of her mouth crept up so slightly, the second she received praise for the work she finished which was followed by a slight nod recognizing his praise and affirming that she was listening to his words. Now it was time for one more task, as mentioned by her master and so she joined his side. Their task is, to retrieve the artifact that only mere hours ago was out of their reach and now finally will be attainable for their hands.

“How much more time do we have left to perform this task, Master?”

She asked, knowing that their moments on this planet were starting to count down more rapidly than she expected.​

 

[DarthVerus]

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Belsavis, 1049 ABY, 11th day of 11th month, the reckoning​

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He now sensed a greater sense of resolve within his apprentice, however he knew that it wouldn’t be the last time he’d encounter conflict within her. He knew that her rage and memories drove her forth towards the dark side, however she must use her rationale to solidify her stance. Where you stand isn’t a whim of emotions, but a conscious choice. He intended to teach her a lesson of history to perhaps motivate her to think about the reasoning behind their deeds. Why their order, as externally cruel and dark as it was, was right to kill these people. Why are they right to accomplish their goal? Why it was their duty to acquire the power to abolish the founding constructs of this galaxy and why they had to accomplish it by all means necessary. As his apprentice stood next to him, he began to walk towards the town building which housed the entrance to the Vault of the Celestials. A vault of Rakatan design, however built as almost a shrine to those who came before them. As he walked forward, Verus calmly and gently responded to his apprentice, guiding her with his modulated voice.​

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”Our allies, the White Hand may indeed be in a hurry. But there’s always time for a lesson and research, my dear apprentice. I believe the soldiers you just saw dismissed haven’t quite done their job well enough. But, that is something I’ll resolve after we’ve acquired what we came for.”​

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Verus spoke with gentle, yet somehow playful demeanor in some twisted way. He viewed this situation as a win in all aspects—despite our enemies knowing of our efforts, we now also know theirs and have the ability to track them down. And most importantly, if there is a communications unit, it should also reveal the identity of whoever the villagers called. Regardless, that wasn’t of essence right now. He walked through the street of fire, smoke and blood unbothered, with his cape dancing to the same rhythm as the flames about. He entered the majors’ manor, expecting his apprentice to follow him. He saw enough—a Kalikori, suggesting the major himself, or herself, was a Twi’lek. They have bred many rather revolutionary leaders across history, especially the line of Syndulla. And, also many slaves. He, or rather she, was likely an escapee, a former tool of joy to the Hutts. Pitiful. He also saw the communication unit, containing a holo terminal. And at the other end of the room, the archway to the Vault of the Celestials. He’d smile beneath his mask, almost as if hearing the call of the tomb and the artifact within it. He walked forward to enter the tomb, and once he’d done so he’d briefly stop to relish in the awe of this ancient place.​

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”My apprentice, behold. This place was built over thirty-thousand years ago, and if you let your senses go… You can almost hear and envision what these walls have seen. Remarkable.”​

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He’d walk forward, and although he’d never been in the tomb before, he knew exactly where to go. His sight would move across the walls, deciphering and reading the Rakatan hieroglyphs. At the same time, he spoke to his apprentice once more.​

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”The Rakatan people were indeed ingenious, technologically superior to perhaps any civilization yet, which is why we still rely on the gifts they’ve left us. However… They still saw their doom. These vaults have been used by the Sith Empire, the Galactic Republic, the Galactic Empire and even the Alliance. Yet they all have fallen. Do you know why?”​

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Verus spoke, once more inquiring answers from his apprentice.​

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[LadyAnathema]

Once her masters started walking, she moved slightly beside him still somewhat behind but closely, following his every footstep as he guided her inside the vault of the Celestials. Whatever was awaiting them from now on, was not only going to be in their control and this was only confirmed by the words of her master. She was slightly surprised that their allies had not guaranteed any preventions, but she knew that things would never go as smoothly as she had hoped for. Great things should not be easily attainable, is a phrase she often would soothe herself with. She felt no worries, she felt confident that whatever obstacle would stand in their way would not win against them.

As she walked right near him through the flames of the village, the state it was in no longer kept any of her attention. She could no longer feel any conflict or reminisce popping up in her head, as her thoughts were occupied by the task at hand; to retrieve the artifact. Once she entered the majors’ manor, she too saw the body of a person lying there. A lifeless figure who probably did not know what hit them, maybe some asked for help to somehow survive the madness that occurred today. Whoever they once were, their suffering had ended. Her expression as her eyes stared over the lifeless body remained impassive. As the wanderings continued to the entrance of the tomb, it was as if she could hear the artifact whispering to her. Something that always made her feel awful, and probably something she could not get used to. Once she realized her master's movements came to a halt, she too retracted her movements as she looked over at him slightly puzzled. Her eyes then started scanning the location as Verus informed her of the place’s little history.

“That explains one of the things that insinuates tension for me.”

While he made his way around the place as if he had been here before, she knew that she would probably be lost without his guidance. Well, not for long, but still the place had a maze-type feel to it. She followed his gaze, and her eyes then wandered over the Rakatan hieroglyphs. Once more, she heard the words of her master who questioned her about the cause of the demise of all these organizations and republics.

“I suppose it is because of the many enemies they made as a consequence of them wanting to rule everything they could, no?”​

 

[DarthVerus]

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Belsavis, 1049 ABY, 11th day of 11th month, the reckoning​

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Verus walked forward with calm poise, admiring his surroundings with unusual interest. This place was indeed built to honor something, the Rakatan civilization indeed paid their dividends to those who came before them. He briefly scoffed at his apprentices’ remark, due to her discomfort in this environment as it seemed. But briefly, he couldn’t hear his apprentice's thoughts. He was too focused on what was around him.​

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“If only you appreciated history as much as I do, my apprentice. This place is quite astonishing. We are on the verge of a new beginning, and it starts from the tombs of those long gone. Ironic, isn’t it?”​

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Verus continued to analyze the hieroglyphs and the murals. The ones that came before the Rakatan, the Zeffo, and many others, were the Celestials, the mysterious deities who supposedly laid the foundation to all civilization and life in the galaxy and perhaps the universe itself. There was proof of their many deeds across the galaxy. The illogical formation of the Corellian system, the barrier between the Unknown Regions and the rest of the galaxy, the various monuments and murals. They had many names, shapes. The Jedi even surmised that it was perhaps the Celestials that the balance between the light and dark sides of the Force were actually under the guidance of the Celestials. Verus knew that to be true. He looked at the murals of these deities creating entire planets and star systems, giving life worlds that would’ve otherwise not had it. He then listened to his apprentice’s answer, and was indeed pleased with her insight, no matter how incomplete it was. It was a lesson, and she was never poised to have the right answer to begin with. He smiled, and his joy could be well heard through his modulated voice as he replied to his apprentice.​

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”Hah, they all indeed had their enemies. Many rivals, but many threats within. There will always be opposing ideologies, and there will always be fairness to some unfairness to others. Which is why, their greatest enemy was always themselves. Hence, you are on the right path. Their kind of civilizations and power enabled many customs, such as slavery, belief of superiority above other species. You of all people should know this. However…” ​

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Verus would pause his speech briefly, pointing at a mural on the wall that depicts the Celestials as he’d stand still if only briefly. Some know them as the Mortis gods, some as Ayatar, they’ve been known by many names. And around them, depictions of spheres he didn’t yet quite understand. He’d then point at the mural, staring at it with intent that Anathema had probably not seen in his master thus far. Not ambition, but sheer intent. He looked at the mural as if with hatred.​

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”All those civilizations were predetermined to become what they became. Guided by a higher will, or power if you may. Perhaps it is time for us to create our own will, and our own destiny. A world where we can determine our own fate.”​

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Verus continued to walk forward, and before him was a room with an altar, containing the artifact they sought for. He heard it's dark calling whispering to him, as it guided him to find it as if he was meant to do so. He smiled beneath his mask, as the first step to realizing the path ahead was at his grasp.​

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”And there it is, the Key.”​

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[LadyAnathema]

“They do mention, that for new leaves to grow the older ones must fall off after all”

Very ironic indeed, the longer she was in this room it was as if she could feel every scene within these walls happen. It was almost cinematic to her. Any tension she had felt up until now had never been her own, but rather the experiences of the individuals of the past that shared the same space they currently did. She walked closer to the hieroglyphs and murals, revealing this place’s full history as she too, learned of the celestials who made civilizations and constructed multiple lives in the galaxy. They were believed to be our engineers, and possibly the ones that still guide the living, as well as the balance between the light and dark sides of the force. When it came to the history, and everything behind the Force it was clear she still had lots to learn, which she probably guessed Lord Verus asked her this question.

She broke her focus on the hieroglyphs and murals as her eyes wandered back to her master, who had listened to her answer. Knowing that she somewhat was on the right track made her feel slightly proud, though hearing that there was more to it than that made her listen with intrigue to the right answer he gave her. She indeed, knew exactly how power created superiority, restriction to freedom, craving for control, hatred, jealousy, and greed. For the longest, she thought power only brought more harm than good, but it is not power that is the issue, the issue is always followed in who’s reach it falls. In most cases, most people are not capable of handling it.

Her eyes followed the direction his finger pointed at which revealed a mural that depicts the celestials. To her, these gods did not set any feelings in motion but she could feel a certain change in the energy of her master. There was something that had him deeply intrigued, something that looked like it fueled resentment within him. It was a sight that never had been witnessed before because she only knew him as controlled. Even in moments of his anger, should that be against those that crossed him in any sort of way his anger was still calm and cold. And so, the young woman was quite appalled as she wondered what it was that infuriated him so much.

A smile crept up on her face once he mentioned that it was time to shackle free from the written legacies people would have to follow, to regain free will and control over our fates. And so on, she heard the whispers too guiding them to its location. The artifact was in plain sight in front of them, as she too entered the room.

“With this, will I truly be rid of the person they predetermined I should have been? Can I finally be Anathema?”

At this moment, she felt this was the first step to truly embrace her rebirth and rid of the shackles she felt trapped in with her former identity, with her former self; Anyshah Nanti.

 

[DarthVerus]

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Belsavis, 1049 ABY, 11th day of 11th month, the reckoning​

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His anger soothed as he laid his eyes on their prize—the Key. The object held a very simple and a suggestive name considering its purpose, but it was far more than that. An ancient tool that held a long legacy among those adjacent to the dark side, the missing piece to the puzzle that their order has been patiently building for centuries. But it was only the first step, and merely one to set things in motion. Henceforth, the galaxy may see bloodshed—but for greater purpose and good. A new, waking world is waiting for the dawn. And that was as much as Verus had promised his apprentice, long ago. He’d speak with calmness to his voice, and if anything—farther-like affection.​

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”My dear Anathema.. All you have to be is yourself. And that is all that I will ever ask you of.” ​

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Verus would utter through his mask, with the modulator making his voice perhaps less caring than it was—but Anathema knew the tone underneath. He briefly paused before continuing the speech.​

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”However, your past will forever be a part of you. Do not try to kill it, let it be your anchor. I was once a Jedi, as you know, and I had a very different life then. I… Resented it. I considered it a weakness, a folly. And it fueled my hatred for a long time. It made me conflicted, broken. However, once I came to terms that I still am also that Jedi, my anger and resentment became focused, I turned my emotions into a sharp weapon. I understood why I had become what I had become. Now, I am Verus, the Master of the Order of Bogan. We all change, our identity transforms and we bloom into our true selves only if we accept all parts of us, even the weakness.”​

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He spoke as he lectured his apprentice. He viewed this as an opportunity to finally close the circle—have her accept that the little girl from the Onderonian village will always be a part of her, however she’s become stronger thanks to it. He viewed many, such as Darth Vader and Kylo Ren, as failed servants of the dark side. It was because they always tried to discard their past, remove it. As it was, they both died and failed. He was teaching Anathema to a different path, one of wholeness. One that’d make her powerful, and free.​

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This room was different to the vaults before, far more pristine and warm almost. It had multiple windows akin to those in churches, emanating artificial light whenever someone entered the room. They were painted with spherical symbols similar to those around the mural of the Mortis gods, much to Verus’ interest as he studied the room and its architecture. In the middle of the room was an altar, with the Key laying upon it and right above the altar—a star map, depicting the galaxy in a spherical shape. He walked to the altar, filled with poise as he’d rest his palms above the glowing sphere, not touching it however. The room would begin to resonate with the dark side of the Force as he channeled it into the object while whispering in ur-Kittât. The Key would then levitate into his right palm as the glow surrounding it would fade, apparently being a byproduct of a shield that held it safe from unwanted hands. As he now held the crystalline, red sphere in his right palm, he turned to his apprentice as he slowly began walking out of the vault chamber. He would once more begin speaking, still in his calm and caring tone.​

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”Now, I have the means to use a tool that will eventually allow us to change the galaxy in any shape or form we want. One day, all of this power, and more, will be yours. All of the power that I will seek and obtain will also eventually be yours. I am training you to be only yourself, Anathema. And I’ve foreseen that you will indeed unchain yourself, all of us. Now come my apprentice, the waking world awaits us.”​

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He spoke, as he placed the orb within his robes and walked forward.​

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[LadyAnathema]

She was still so young, and her struggle with who she was, who she wanted to be, and who she is right now are all questions spiraling in her mind. In some way, that is the self-discovery every aging child goes through, no matter in what type of lives they find themselves. However, she was no longer a mere child, now more than ever she wanted to embrace adulthood and stray away from the inner child that held trauma with her. The current Anathema resented everything of her past, including who she used to be. A situation she could find herself relating to her masters’. She finds herself in the comfort of a parent figure, who reassures her that being who she is, is enough.

Any outsider could confuse his tone of voice to be somewhat aloof, but to Anathema his words held care and kindness. At that moment, any type of rage that she wore on her face and in her heart ended as her facial expressions softened. She had almost forgotten that her master too, was in her footsteps some time ago before he became the person that is today; the Master of the Order of Bogan. She was about to relive his past, letting her rage overtake her to the point she blamed her weaker self for not being able to free herself. Yes, she is a different person now but she knew her master was right. No matter how much she resented Anyshah, she would always be a part of her.

“You are right, Master… the person I have led me to this path, I must not forget that. I guess I wanted to get rid of her, so I could never become like my past self again. It is ridiculous … huh.”

She wanted to grow strong, strong enough to never lose something again. Her greed for strength fuels her rage, and often she uses her rage to avoid any underlying emotions that could hold her back. In the end, if she kept this up she knew it could eventually break her. That is why she wanted to become more focused, much like her master. Her eyes wandered around the room, taking in all of its architecture before stopping to stare at the altar that had the key lying on top of it with a star map above it. She would move just slightly behind Verus, as she too wanted to take a look from a much closer angle, but did not want to intrude on what he was doing until she was asked to. Once the key was in the hands of her master, a smile appeared on her face knowing that whatever they needed was finally theirs. She listened to her master's words, before leaving the room.

“Yes master, I will not disappoint you.”

She replied, devoting once more that she would do anything for his causes as she trusted him that in his care she would grow stronger, just as she wanted to.

 

[DarthVerus]

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Belsavis, 1049 ABY, 11th day of 11th month, the reckoning​

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”I know you will not, Anathema. I know you will not…” ​

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Uttered Verus as he walked past the murals, statues and relics that the tomb withheld—but now with the Key in his grasp, the fascination he held for these tombs had already faded. He knew his presence was now required on Udunn so that he could proceed with the grand plan machinated by his master—Bogan, their great leader. He stepped outside the majors’ manor with an entire detail of former troopers of the Alliance awaiting them, lined up beside a low altitude transport ship that was prepared to carry him and his apprentice back to their battlecruiser, a Mark IX Starhawk -class ship. The military of the Galactic Alliance was indeed a very intriguing blend that continued the line of the best spacecraft used by the New Republic, while lending infantry armor from both the Galactic Republic and the Empire that came after it. Thus, the troopers that now served the White Hand appeared remarkably similar to that of the Imperial Stormtroopers, however what separated them from the former was the quality of the armory, weaponry and the training. The legions that served in the White Hand were all veterans and trained by Alliance standards to be exceptional marksmen and hand-to-hand combatants, and the years after the Great Collapse only made these soldiers more refined and precise in their warfare. The visors of their helmets were equipped with in-built sensors that allowed troopers for better vision and improved aim, while the armors allowed greater mobility and durability even compared to those of the First Order troopers. ”Present arms!” as Lord Verus would walk to their transport, the troopers would present their rifles forth—saluting him with the weapons they had just slaughtered an entire population with.​

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”Remarkably loyal, these soldiers. They deserted the Galactic Alliance voluntarily only to follow their leader, Admiral Raius. Such refined loyalty is of use to us, for now.”​

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Verus spoke with a rather artful tone, almost admiring these soldiers. Verus would then, presumably with his apprentice, take flight aboard the HAAT/a -class transport which would fly them directly to the hangar of their battle cruiser. As they’d reach the hangar, they’d be expected by another detail of troopers. As he’d walk off the transport, Verus would be greeted by one of the fleet officers, Lieutenant Hayl. He’d bow before him and his apprentice before addressing them. ”My lord, we are prepared for the course to Udunn. Admiral Raius expects to talk with you as soon as we’re in hyperspace.” ​

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”Inform Admiral Raius that I will contact him within fifteen minutes, launch us into hyperspace immediately. We have little time to waste.”​

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Verus would then dismiss the officer, walking on to his quarters as he prepared for a holo call with the leader of the White Hand—Admiral Raius. The main engines of their cruiser would then engage as the fleet officers would launch the ship into hyperspace.​

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[LadyAnathema]

With her Master taking the key, their task on this planet was done. These tombs filled with relics, murals and statues would no longer be visited by the ones that lived here or be in control of them and so this place basically belonged to no one. Honestly, anathema was glad things were done on Belsavis, she could not wait to return to familiarity. As she followed behind her master, the troops had already been waiting on him outside the majors’ manor. They had prepared a ship for them to go back to their battlecrouser. And so they made their way to the ship, as the troopers saluted Lord Verus during their walk. Anathema could not lie, she was somewhat impressed by them in a way and it seemed she was not the only one, as her own master was fascinated by their loyalty towards their leader.

“They are remarkable indeed.”

She replied in agreement, she too, liked how devoted they were to their leader. Loyalty meant everything to her, especially loyalty towards the Order of Bogan. She always made it important that in any case she would stay loyal to the ones who had given her chances at life and possibilities to grow strong. Without loyalty, she simply would not be the person she was today.

She, too, took the flight to the HAAT/a class transport , following behind her master that took them directly to the hangar of the cruiser. From the moment they arrived at the hangar, another group of troopers along with a lieutenant awaited their arrival. She remains, diagonally beside her master as she watches how the lieutenant bowed before the two of them in silence. The preparation was executed well and it seemed they were ready for the take off to Udun, and she couldn’t be happier. Although, that totally did not match her outer glance because she kept a rested expression. With things all prepared for, just like that they were launched into the hyperspace.

Home sweet home​

 

[DarthVerus]

TIME UPDATE​

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The galactic standard day turns to the 12th day of the 11th month, with Life Day celebrations beginning to take place across the Core Worlds and other minor populations across the galaxy.​

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