The Private Life Of Darth Kitari Nox

A Happy Home Life At Last

Kitari Zalia-Revel-Kallig had very quickly fallen in love with her daughter, even though she didn't normally like children. 

But this was not an ordinary child, this was her beloved Sith heir, who would inherit all the power she had dedicated her life to building up. 

However, she also had a lot of work to do to cement the position she had clawed her way into. So, leaving her three-year-old daughter in the care of her crew, she dragged her husband away to take care of the Thanaton situation once and for all.

This took longer that she expected, sending her from Corellia to Dromund Kaas in pursuit of the Dark Lord. But then she returned, it was as a Darth. Darth Nox, one of the Dark Council's most powerful. That power she had always dreamed of was finally hers. 

She wished her parents were there to see what she had become, to prove that it was possible. 

Since they weren't though, she settled for scooping up her daughter as she walked in. The three-year-old had been being chased by Ashara, her former Jedi crew member they had been left babysitting.

Kitty sighed. "Honestly, can't Andronikos and I even go out and defeat a powerful Dark Lord in peace these days?" She complained.

Khem and Xalek, her less patient crew members, sighed. They'd been planning the murder of the loud young Jedi and the Imperial, and the return of their Master had ruined that.

"Anyway, the Aak Dog is dead. So join me on my first parade of power as Darth!" Kitty instructed, rather cheerfully for one who had just killed someone. 

Later, as Darth Nox strode back onto her ship with all of her companion's chattering excitedly about her victory and her promotion, Avrria was sleepily clinging to her father, muttering and babbling about 'Sithies'.

Kitty gave a small but proud smile. Her daughter was, to her, the definition of adorable. Also, since Avrria was already at least slightly familiar with Sith traditions, her adorable child would be her very powerful heir, she decided.

That way, her family would never crumble or forget their own name, having to fight for their inheritance, like they had before she came along. She'd find somewhere, a stronghold or powerhouse of sorts, and train her and her other apprentice to maintain her legacy.

Generally speaking, Kitty wasn't one for 'settling down', much preferring to run around the galaxy killing people and causing trouble.

However, Kitty was now done with having to kill people for power (she considered it more of a past time these days), and she was also done with the dull weather and equally tedious political situations living on Dromund Kaas brought.

Starting a family now, as well as, though unlikely to admit it, getting old at thirty-three, Kitty had decided for once to follow the advice she had often been given, and get herself a house, rather than permanently living on her ship.

She had arranged for her cult to 'purchase' a large mansion what came closest to Nar Shaddaa's desirable area. There were Hutts, of course, but she could always feed them to Khem.

In the meantime, she had a power base, full of powerful Sith artefacts and furniture that would have been expensive if Kitty had bothered paying. A grin spread across the Sith woman's face as she settled in the large black armchair of her new sitting room. This was what people called a win-win situation.

Now, she decided, looking down at the sleeping toddler in her lap, she could train and care for her daughter in peace.