Recap: "Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, R2-D2, and Rotta the Hutt were on their way to Tatooine via hyperspace. Now free from imminent danger of the Separatist momentarily, Anakin Skywalker sends his Padawan to find some medical supplies in the back of the Twilight where she discovers a hologram of a medical droid that will assist her. Darth Nihilus' Sith Apprentice, Zora had retreated back to Telos IV where she continues her training on learning the ways of becoming a true Sith Assassin. Unbeknownst to Nihilus, a figure from his past had been skulking about with his apprentice.."
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Zora's voice echoed in the empty chamber, her skepticism palpable as she addressed the ethereal presence of Kreia. "Is this truly essential?" she queried, her words hanging in the air as though seeking affirmation from the absent specter. Though Kreia's spectral form remained elusive, her voice resonated within the recesses of the Sith's consciousness, a haunting reminder of her enduring influence. "If I recall, you stated that I would be able to destroy my master."
Kreia's voice resonated with a tone of admonition and wisdom, her words piercing through the air like a whispered warning. "Your impatience is a hindrance," she intoned, her spectral presence a ghostly echo in the chamber. "To truly understand betrayal, one must first taste its bitter sting. Until then, I shall guide you, shielding you from its harsh reality. But, be prepared, for the moment of reckoning draws near."
Zora's frustration manifested in a heavy sigh, her exasperation evident as she contemplated Kreia's enigmatic guidance. Since the spirit had taken residence in her mind, clarity had become a scarce commodity. Yet, begrudgingly, she acknowledged its necessity.
Amidst the confines of the Sith Interdictor-class destroyer, Zora's thoughts were consumed by the recent escape of Anakin Skywalker and his Padawan from the Teth System, along with the prized Huttlet. With Tatooine looming as their likely destination, time was of the essence.
In her stead, Reborn had been dispatched to sow chaos in the path of the Jedi duo, a task Zora recognized as vital despite her personal inclination towards the thrill of facing Jedi in combat. Even fixing one of their heads on a stake for all to see.
Kreia's voice, an ethereal whisper in the depths of Zora's mind, cut through her thoughts like a knife. "What drives your obsession with ending Jedi lives?" she questioned, her words carrying a weight of scrutiny and curiosity.
Zora's voice was tinged with bitterness as she spoke. "They cloak themselves in the guise of peacekeepers, but their true nature is far from noble," she declared. "In truth, they are nothing more than an oppressive regime, seeking to impose their will upon the galaxy. They seek not to nurture individuality, but to mold every recruit into a mere cog in their machine, devoid of free will or autonomy."
Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles whitening with suppressed rage. "A Jedi Knight," she spat the words with venom, "descended upon my parents like a harbinger of death. No questions asked, no mercy given." Her voice cracked with emotion as she recounted the tragedy. "The Republic's greed knew no bounds, doubling the taxes until they bled our family dry. And when my parents dared to resist, to fight for what little they had left, the Jedi were dispatched to silence them. The town's militia stood powerless, their feeble attempts to apprehend them thwarted by the Jedi's seemingly mystical prowess. "Their powers," she scoffed bitterly, "were deemed too 'mythical' for our simple forces to contend with." And so, the Jedi, agents of the Republic's tyranny, descended upon us without mercy, their blades thirsting for blood."
She rose from the cold, metallic floor with a determined push. "They butchered them," her voice quivered with a mixture of grief and anger, "like mere animals, devoid of any shred of compassion." Memories flooded back, vivid and painful. "I was too weak, too insignificant to save them," she confessed bitterly. "And for that, I loathe them with every fiber of my being."
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Hunger.. (Male Darth Nihilus Reader x Star Wars The Clone Wars)
Acción"He is a wound in the Force, more presence than flesh, and in his wake life dies... sacrificing itself to his hunger." ―Visas Marr - All rights are reserved to their respective owners and artists. Star Wars owned by Lucasfilm and Disney.
