Draw Back the Curtain [Day 7, Early Evening]

[Dapper Dog]

Darth Traya said, “At the end of all paths ahead stands the Emperor of this Sith Empire, ironic that the one that spurred its creation is the one standing in the way of its ascension. Or perhaps not.”

“The Sith have ever been the masters of their own destruction.”

[Lord Bellious]

"For once, I have always wanted to be a Sith that becomes a master of her own emancipation. The Code precedes him, and he has perverted its teachings." She said, her tears flowing only so much due to hard biological limitations of her lacrimal glands.

[Dapper Dog]

"The Code of the Sith for the Emperor is merely another form of control," she said.

[Lord Bellious]

"Then he indeed must be ended, for he is no longer a Sith. His Empire is not for the Sith as they should be. As I have ever striven to be." Her jaw clenched even as she hugged her abdomen, rocking.

[Jun-Tsu Farro]

"You understand now," it wasn't phrased as a question.

"Hawe you gazhered vhat you zeek?"

[Lord Bellious]

She moved her attention to Jun-Tsu.

"Is there a plan?"

[Jun-Tsu Farro]

"Many," Jun-Tsu answered simply, her voice, once more seeming to come from all around within the blackness. "Mein but v'one."

"But you....you vill be hiz zlave on zhat day, unlezz your vill iz like iron. Und ewen zhen it may not be enough."

[Lord Bellious]

There might or might not be some other ways to escape the Emperor's hold still, but Moyr would not elaborate on their efficacy.

"Given the circumstances, it's better that I don't know too much about yours." She concluded. "I have become a Sith in pursuit of freedom. If I perish, it will mean my path has been wrong, or perhaps doomed from the start. But the passion for it gave the goal some meaning when it mattered."

She chuckled darkly. "At least I am not oblivious."

[Jun-Tsu Farro]

"Zhat iz zo, und v'one muzt alvayz take comvort zhat zhe vollowed zheir pazzionz to zheir end, ewen in zhe vace of insurmountable oddz. Zhat iz vhat ve all vace, meinzelf included. Mein vate could yet be as horrid az any ozher. You are not alone."

[Lord Bellious]

"That is so, lady Farro. Make the Force be with you." Moyr started to be nauseous due to fending off the pain and fatigue, but she held her position vis-a-vis Darth Traya and her pupil.

[Jun-Tsu Farro]

Like letting go of a ball beneath the waves, Moyr could feel her senses become almost weightless as she felt Jun-Tsu's grip on her consciousness slacken until it was all but gone. The Sith Lord rose, up and up, ascending back into her body until the void and Darth Traya ebbed away and the physical world pushed back around her.

"Zhank you mein mazter, zhiz rewelation iz mozt helpvul."

[Lord Bellious]

"He has cost me much." She said after a long pause, when Jun-Tsu was done with communicating with her astral Master. "His rule must end and his legacy curtailed. The Sith need a better path than this." She was escaping pain and collapsing by resolving to think forward.

[Jun-Tsu Farro]

"Zhere are many who zhink az ve do. Zimply prepare yourzelf vor vhen zhey ztrike. Zhat iz zhe moment to act. Truzt no v'one und act in zhe vill of zhe Dark Zide. Truzt in zhe Dark Zide und let it guide you to zhe proper plaze."

[Lord Bellious]

"It shall be so." She began to rise, shakily. "So I must go now." Also because she didn't want to be a vomiting disgrace here.

[Jun-Tsu Farro]

"Yez," Jun-Tsu nodded giving a gesture to the dark. Light footsteps could be heard as a pair of attendants stepped from the far flung entrance to the colonnade.

They offered to escort her out, as well as asked if she would require anything before she left, in an obvious effort to see that the woman was hospitably treated while still within the manse before departing. To not would be indecorous.

Jun-Tsu, for her part, returned to her meditations, slipping her physical bonds and merging into the Dark Side.

[Lord Bellious]

Lord Bellious followed decorum and kept the Sith Lord demeanour until she got to her ship and placed herself in orbit. Then, she collapsed into a sorry, vomiting heap of suffering and wailed clenching her stomach until she had no more strength to do so, letting her despair wash over tide after tide before there would be only cold hatred, anger and burning defiance left.

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