A Dark Beginning

[Vajara Sami]

Just this one last kill and Vajara would be an official Sith. Exactly where I want them. Sitting in the darkness of the dormitory hall she silently waited for her prey. Some Omwati twat who never stood a chance making it this far. To frail; to forgiving. Vajara heard footsteps and reached out with her mind and made what looked like all the doors and other corridors melt away. Of course, they were all still there but the poor weak-minded fool couldn't see that. All he saw was the nothingness around him, slowly reaching towards him, the blackness of the shadows seemingly grow arms and reach for him inching slowly across the smooth floor.

The poor boy had tried to run, but where was there to go? He fell and hugged himself tightly on the ground pleading from help. Vajara savored every scream as she slowly pulled her bow; and with an even sigh she let the pink light fly straight into his skull between the eyes.

The vision all but disappeared. Only the boy remained in a pool of his own blood, in a seemingly normal, bright hall. The witch walked up to the boy and rummaged his person for the sigil of initiates to give to her 'master.' She laughed madly inside her own head as her plan and her people's hope was finally coming to pass.

[Vajara Sami]

Walking back to her ship she checked to find that no one was in the hanger around her and opened, her small cargo hold. Amongst her clothes that she had had to change for the traditional initiates garb, were her two idols of the old gods. She affixed them next to each other facing north and south and bent down in prayer.

Oh gods, of old! How foolish these beings are. They rather claim their power to belong to the cosmo's; while I know all power is in balance between the Two. Thank you Winged Goddess for your balance, and letting it be tipped in our favor; and thanks be to the Fanged lord, for your power over my enemies and granting me the ability to be your hand in the galaxy as I bring a swift death to all those that abuse your power. I offer you this offering for my thankfulness!

Vajara then cut the palm of her hand, and watched as the blood slowly trickled over the statues, and seem to be almost sucked inside them. Their Magick was strong. The witch then stood up and carefully put the idols back into their place, and began to wrap up her fresh wound on her hand and used her Illusion to make it look as if nothing was amiss. She then left her ship, and headed straight for her Master, Darth Uniyyen. An old, crotchety Anx, who amused himself in his old age with bad humor and torturing failed initiates.

As she came into the old man's study she found him at his desk, lost in his many volumes of text. He was no doubt researching some long-ago lost Sith artifact. Yawn. Vajara threw down the sigil right where Darth Uniyyn was reading, shocking the Anx out of his trance.

"Ah! Wonderful! Very good my young apprentice! Tell me, you left no witnesses?"

"I did exactly as you required of me Master."

Darth Uniyyn quickly stood up out of his chair. And walked around slapping his had upon her back. Typing away on his datapad as he spoke.

"I am just now sending your information over to Corusant. You now have permission to leave the planet in order to do my work as my apprentice; now as a full-fledged Sith. As your first order of business, I will need to send you down to the Sith archives in Korriban to get some more data for my-"

"But Master, you said that as soon as I was ready I could begin my work for the Empire at the heart of the Empire, in Coresant."

Vajara tried to be as respectful as possible but it was getting harder and harder with each passing moment of her plans fading away.

"Yes, I did say that didn't I? Oh well. You have your orders now leave before I have to teach you a lesson in obeying."

[Vajara Sami]

Vajara began to head for the door, bowing her head respectfully. While she would like to one day study the dark arts of this peoples' ancestors, she came here to infiltrate the ranks of Sith so she may learn its weaknesses and grow in power. She would not allow this fool to stand in her way. And lucky for her, she knew what he feared most.

The witch waited for nightfall, where she felt the most power and connection to the Fanged lord. Back in her traditional garb, she felt even more in her element as she headed back towards her "Master's" study. He most likely assumed she was already on her way to Korriban, and his long face was probably deep in research again. If it wasn't for his incredible age, and lack of any real menacing acts in probably ages, the witch probably never would have attempted what she was going to do now. He had no idea of her true power; she went directly to the source, the gods. She was stronger than him and she knew it, and night was on her side.

[Vajara Sami]

Asleep! The karking earworm was out for the night nestled in his desk. The poor fool was bantha fodder. Vajara snuck behind the Anx and began to clear her mind and reach out to her shadows. She focused solely on her Master's fear. The one thing she knew he would be to busy worrying about to notice her presence. If this didn't work, not only would she be in some considerable pain, but her cover might be blown. The pain wouldn't be to bad, Vajara thrived on pain, as righteous worship of the Two; but to let her people down, and risk the exposure of their betrayal of the Empire... The witch could never live with that shame.

Darth Uniyyn woke up to a bright light in his eyes, as he opened them and realized what was happening. All of his precious research-in flames. He lept out of his seat and began to panic and pick up the remains not in flames, although it seemed from the moment he touched them, they seemed to light. He was drenched in sweat, and if he would have stopped for a moment he would have realized their was no actual heat, no cackling of the. But his fear gripped him as tightly as it could as he began to panic and cry out for his work.

Torture and screams were not uncommon in these halls, and no one would come to investigate; Vajara had nothing to fear. She slowly walked up behind him walking straight through the 'flames' and lifted her vibroblade. In one swift moment, she silt his throat, twisting her blade, making sure to do as much damage as possible. As he fell to the floor with a confused dying expression, he stared at his Apprentice framed in the flames licking her legs but not burning her.

"For the Nightsisters."

And with that, the witch turned around without so much as a second glance and headed toward her hanger, where her next step awaited her.

[Vajara Sami]

Sliding into her ship, Vajara turned on her comm and sent a message to the NightMother.

On my way to Coresant. Everything on schedule.

Then, without so much as a second glance behind her- she left.