Chapter I - 4316.165.9 to 4323.273 CRC
PART I
Chapter I.4316.165.9 to4323.273 CRC
[Inventory updated!
Soul Link (accessory, unique): +1 LUCK, unlocks Pensieve System
- Engagement Emerald (enhancement, unique): emotional link between Light and Shadow (unavailable in Purgatory State)
- Tengu Feather (enhancement, rare): +10 Mind Defense
- Kitsune Claw (enhancement, rare): +10 Physical Damages
- Kitsune Jewel (enhancement, rare): unlocks Soul Mark Hiding Ability(Force Alter, upkeep: 1 FR/min)
Alpha Mask (accessory, unique): unlocks Secret Agent Proficiency(spying/stealth)
Vongola X Night Sky Ring (accessory, unique): +1 PRES, +10 Mind Damage
Engagement Necklace: +1 PRES
- Renato's First Bullet (enhancement, unique): +1/s L.regen
- Chaos Insignia (enhancement, unique): +1/s F.regen
Hoshi no Tama (9) (accessory, rare): +1 Proficiency point per pearl
Moon Regalia (accessory, unique): unlock Light and Shadow Perk(adds light affinity scoreto all Defense and shadow affinity scoreto all Damages)
Obijime (accessory, unique): +10 to all Social Rating
Kitsune Weave(clothe, rare, leveling, LV2): +1 Physical Defense unlocksShape-Shifting Kitsune Weave Ability(this piece of fabric will change it’s shape according to the user’s will)
Amestris Military Boots (clothe, common, leveling, LV3): +3 LR
Royal Hanfu (clothe, rare): +1 PRES
FuurinKiba (weapon, unique, leveling, LV3): +1 AG, +6 Cutting Damages
- Saya(enhancement, unique): +10 Force Reservoir
KageShin (weapon, unique, leveling, LV3): +1 WIS, +7 Shadow Damages
ShiroInu Tessen (weapon, unique, leveling, LV3): +1 LUCK, +3 Cutting Damages
Adrasteia’s Wand-Staff (focus, unique, adaptable, leveling, LV3): +1 LUCK, + 6/8 all Effects, unlocks Fine Control Proficiency in wand form and OverwhelmingPowerProficiency in staff form
Fir, Hawthorn & Vine Woods(enhancement, common): +10 Physical Damages, +10 Mind Defense
Grimm, Inugami & Kitsune Hairs(enhancement, rare): +10 Mind Damages, +10 Physical Defense
Sea of Chaos’ Waters(enhancement, rare): +1 LUCK
note that leveling items will adapt their characteristics to your own level]
[System Log updated!
Please note that some Proficiencies, Abilities, and Perks can be only activated by one precise item.
Itemrarity is scaled as follows: Common, Unusual, Rare and Unique.
The user can’t equip an item with a level higher to his own.
A levelingitem’s level will always match that of its user.
Some items don’t have a level, and can be equipped by the user whatever their level.
Adaptableitems can shift form, and their stats will vary along with their form.
Soul-bound Accessories are considered as alwayson, even when they are stored in the Inventory, and thus grants permanent bonuses.
Other items need to be equipped for their bonuses to apply.]
[Pensieve System unlocked!
You can now access old memories]
[Achievements unlocked!
New Proficiency (Master Spy): +10 XP
New Perk (Light and Shadows): +10 XP
New Ability (2): +10 XP]
The first thing Arya Lunika did in her new life – was to get rid of the last batch of the MoonSystem’s notifications – noticing with some surprise that there would be no easy way to his her SoulImprints in this life.
The second, was to greet her new parents with a smile that made them coo – and some surprise, as she hadn’t expected her mother’s or her own green skin. It was a rather strange, though very fetching, and even if, of course, it wasn’t the first time she wasn’t human – it was still the first time she ventured in a place where people pushed so far the frontiers of what was known. There was a whole galaxy out there – and her parents were both chosen protectors of said galaxy.
Or at least, of the Galactic Republic, a government presiding over thousands of systems throughout the galaxy, and which had been existing, in one form or another, for over 20 000 years.
And the Galactic Republic was at war, and had been at war for just about 20 years by the time Shadow incarnated in this realm.
Her parents, Sayah and Leelai Lunika, were both Jedi, guardians of the Republic, each born with the ability to use the Force – which, little Arya quickly came to realize, was the current realm’s interpretation of Mana’s gift to them.
Arya’s father was what was called a Consular, a scholar who specialized in the more esoteric studies and applications of the Force – he was also a Miraluka, thought she hadn’t realized immediately – as the specie looked, for all intent and purpose, quite similar to humans, if not for the fact that they didn’t have eyes, but instead saw through the Force – something Arya herself had inherited, though she did have eyes, in her usual shade of luminous emerald green speckled golden.
Her mother, on the other hand, was a Guardian, who specialized more in fighting and protecting people, and she was, according to her husband, maybe a bit too accepting of war as both a Jedi and a Mirialan. She was also, as a Mirialan, quite obviously alien in appearance with her deep green skin and dark violet hair – it was from her Arya had inherited her looks, having a light green skin that made the emerald crescent moon on her brow appear like a birthmark rather than a tattoo – unlike the rest of her SoulImprint, that were quite visible and rather impossible to hide.
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Her parents had been rather surprised – if the alpha scaring on her cheeks, that were this time a dark violet echoing her hair, could pass for the Mirialan traditional tattoo, as was the black mating mark of an Arcobaleno pacifier inscribed within the Hallow symbol on her wrist, the golden chaos wheel on the nape of her neck was quite impossible to be mistaken as one, as was the three delicate looking petals of the traditional Huādiàn inscribed in the empty space within the moon crescent on her brow, though this mark too had become violet.
And what to say about the heavy scarring on her shoulder, and the more discreet one near her hairline?
Thankfully, Jedi, Arya quickly realized – or at least her parents; were philosophical beings by nature, and quickly accepted the strange quirks of their daughter.
The incarnate goddess was born in 4316.165.9 CRC on the FluffyMooka, a Defender-class light corvette that was painted a dubious lime-green, which was their home away from home when the two Jedi were sent on missions – and with a war going on, they were away on missions more often than not.
While usually Arya would have been left to the crèche of the Jedi Temple in Coruscant after her birth, the girl had been born nearly two months early, and her parents had just stumbled on a lead for their mission: finding a sect of Force users that were apparently very skilled with illusions and other manipulations of the mind.
The problem was – they were already perilously close to Imperial space.
Leaving for Coruscant and coming back would be dangerous – so instead, they forged on.
In the arms of her father, while he made the rather complicated looking calculation for their hyperspace jump, the little goddess learned about travel in the galaxy – about hyperspace lanes, like the Perlemian Trade Route they were currently on, and how they cut on travel time, while navigating outside of them was more complicated – not to mention the Unknown Space!
Of course, she was far too young to understand everything, but she still got the gist of it, and knew more would come with time — it wasn’t her first time being reborn after all, and she was more than used to how fast time went by as a baby.
Arya was already a few months old when they eventually found their way to Lucazec, a small planet that had been part of the Galactic Republic nearly from the get go, but rarely was heard about. While the planet was right on the Salin Corridor space lane, it wasn’t often visited, with only very basic trading done with the rest of the galaxy – the planet was rather lush, and the inhabitants enjoyed a life of arts and luxuries, quite different from their distant military past.
Most of the trade revolved around rare spices and fruits from the planet’s forests, that were sold in minimal quantities as they could only be harvested in the wilderness and not cultivated in fields, where they tended to lose all their flavors.
All in all, nothing really seemed to scream ‘unusual Force user’ among the population.
But of course, Sayah saw with the Force, rather than the eyes, and contrarily to little Arya, he’d seen this way all his life.
Which is why he quickly picked up that something strange was going on in the planet’s forests. So, the little family, after a call to the Jedi Council, was encouraged to stay longer – and by the start of the New Year Fête of 4317 CRC, they met the Fallanassi.
The Fallanassi were a Force community consisting mainly of women, though there were a few men here and there. They were nearly all humans and born and raised on the planet, happy to live retired from the rest of the galaxy.
They also used the Force, which they called the White Current, in a way radically different from what the Jedi did, though the fact they didn’t have a concept of Light and Dark side seemed to worry her parents – her mother more so than her father. Arya, quite to the contrary, was listening attentively to what her parents were saying about the Jedi’s own belief, and founding herself rather worried about the rather Manichean vision of the Force they seemed to have – when on the contrary, the incarnate goddess was tied enough to Magic’s Arcane Art to know that the Force was simply a different form of esoteric power, that did bind all things together, but wasn’t inherently good or bad as a whole.
Amusingly enough, it was Arya’s presence that encouraged the Fallanassi to allow them to stay in their largest community, and to let Sayah and Leelai Lunika try to learn their ways.
Apparently – not only did Arya glow in the Force in her father’s Force sight, but she was also quite loud to the Force senses of the mystical women.
So Arya settled with the young children that were raised communally by the Fallanassi, while Sayah quickly started to follow one of the Matriarch around – Leelai Lunika was respectful, but less enthusiastic, thought she was interested in their ability to make themselves all but invisible, something only the most gifted of the Sentinels could do among Jedi.
A year and a half went by, and Arya could see her father slowly heal from the wounds the war had inflicted on him – not physical wounds, though both her parents had their fair share of scars, but the mental ones, that were especially harsh on someone as peaceful as he was.
Little by little, Arya was starting to learn about the galaxy she’d been born in – and about just how much there was to learned about it!
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It was among the Force community that Arya unlocked the technological knowledgeskill when learning to use datapads and other basic technologies that were found all around the galaxy – and, rather amusingly, the brawlfightingskill when playing with other children, but also the stealth and athletics movement skill.
Putting some skill points in all the Force related skills she had also helped her progress in her comprehension of the ways of the Fallanassi enough that she could get the basics of how their abilities worked – thought it didn’t mean by any measure that she would be able to put them to good use anytime soon.
While her parents loved her, the Fallanassi seemed to comprehend far better than them that there was more to the world than they knew – and just how much more there was to the little girl than what was apparent.
When the family of three left Lucazec, it was with datapads filled with information for the Jedi Order. As for the new pendant around their daughter’s neck – neither Sayah nor Leelai Lunika really gave it a second glance.
It was beautiful, sure enough, carved and polished from pale and darker woods from the local forests, the symbol one that had quite impressed her scholarly father – three flowers and two spiked crosses, nested in each other, a symbol that according to him predated even the Jedi order and its twenty millennia of existence – a symbol so old its origins were all but forgotten, and that represented Balance in the Force.
More importantly – and what neither her father nor mother noticed – was that the pendant wasn’t merely a pendant.
[Balance Repository(accessory) unlocked!]
[Repository System unlocked!
Ravenclaw Grimoire unlocked (Magical Knowledge, not applicable currently)
Slytherin Grimoire unlocked (Magical Knowledge, not applicable currently)
Fallanassi Repository obtained (Fallanassi Proficiency unlocked, Fallanassi Abilities to be unlocked)]
[Proficiency unlocked!
Fallanassi Force(Force Sense): 1
unspent: 5]
[Achievement unlocked!
New Proficiency (Fallanassi Force): +10 XP]
The next few months, Leelai Lunika and Sayah were sent from one mission to another, barely getting some downtime to refuel and resupply the FluffyMooka on some Outer Rim dump before being sent out again – Arya spent her time occupying herself with the Fallanassi Repository and other educational programs her parents had managed to obtain here and there, given that the Jedi Archive weren’t remotely accessible for safety reasons – and they hadn’t expected to need any teaching materials the last time they’d left Coruscant.
Then finally, about six months after they’d left Lucazec, the family settled on Dantooine, where the scattered remains of an old Jedi Enclave were currently used as an outpost against the Sith Empire.
A year went by like that – Arya’s fourth lifeday went by quietly celebrated, her parents giving her some basic Jedi training here and there when then had time. Life wasn’t as simple and easy as it had been on Lucazec, and far less peaceful – despite her parents’ pest efforts, Arya had found herself in the middle of a fight a couple of times already, once when someone had tried to hijack their starship on Ord Mantell, another time in a cantina on the neutral planet Dubrillon, when a couple of Mandalorians decided to start a bar fight after seeing her Jedi parents.
Finally, a couple of months after Arya’s lifeday, her parents were finally recalled to Coruscant – but not, of course, without one last side-trip along the way.
The trip had been long, taking them from the Wild Space back toward the Colonies via the small hyperspace lanes as there weren’t any large ones in the area – which meant seven days in hyperspace, and several different jumps instead of the more streamlined travel on the larger lanes.
Then another day traveling inside the Colonies, from the Palanhi waypoint toward the Uviuy one, and finally, another half-day of regular space-travel to reach the planet that wasn’t on any nearby lane.
They stayed a couple of days at the local praexum, that was hidden in the wilderness, far from any big city or diamond mines the planet was reputed for. There weren’t many people there – one master, two knights, one with a padawan, and three younglings.
It was there that Arya’s parents finally managed to get their hands on some basic Jedi training data for younglings, which their daughter quickly copied to her Repository - she soon unlocked the Prima Vitae Proficiency once she started reading the new materials she had obtained, as the Jedi technique to sense life-force was quite similar to what she’d read and learned about the Fallanassi’s own ability to sense through the Force, thought the latter pushed the ability further in its applications.
The UnaMens Proficiency – she’d accidentally unlocked a few months earlier during the cantina fight, when she’d managed to mentally call for her mother after getting stuck between a demolished counter and some spice crates.
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Arya was three months past her fourth lifeday – when the pirates struck.
Both her parents were talented fighters, both had the Force with them – but once the FluffyMooka dropped out of hyperspace to answer a distress signal and instead was caught in a tractor beam and boarded by some Exchange pirates – it was over. The Praetorian-class frigate that caught them could hold several thousands' people aboard, and a dozen of starfighters on top of its six regular shuttles.
Sayah and Leelai Lunika shared a glance.
The pirates wouldn’t bother to try to capture them – they knew how dangerous Jedi could be, so most of the time, they were killed on sight.
Both knew it would be different for Arya.
Young force users – could be captured, broken and sold.
Arya wanted to rage, as her parents stepped out of their light corvette, sending one last telepathic message. Rage – against her powers that were so constrained in this realm cut from Chaos’ and all the other gods' powers, rage against the Past Life Aura that she hadn’t even seen a glance of in this life.
She knew – knew – that even without training, with FuurinKiba in her hands she could do some damage, people always underestimated children, she’d witnessed it multiple times over her different lives. She also knew it wouldn’t be enough.
And that while she could undo her bindings and access her powers, it would also immediately kill her mortal body and eject her from the realm.
So instead, she slipped through the shadows silently, managing to get out a bit further away in the hangar, hid in an air duct, and cried in silence.
She didn’t see her parents die – but she felt it clearly, both in the Force, and with her SoulArt.
While she could hold out a while without eating, Arya soon found herself needing some water. She took to hiding around, and slip in some empty crew cabins for water. Then, around a week after her parent’s death, she stole some food from the mess. By then, she’d unlocked the spyingskill, and learned by eavesdropping from the vents that they were nearly halfway through toward Nar Shaddaa, where they would be selling some cargo.
By the seventh say, Arya had unlocked the FallanassiInvisibility technique, which helped her tremendously in getting around unseen – she quickly dumped a few ability points into it, making the time she could go unseen go from 15 minutes to an hour, though she would be nearing Force exhaustion after, something that she knew could be just as bad as magical exhaustion.
It was also then that she realized just what, precisely, the ‘cargo’ the pirates were hauling was.
Slaves.
The mere idea of letting those hundreds of beings, from numerous sentient species, getting sold into slavery, after having already let the pirates kill her parents – it was more than she could stand.
A few more skill points went into her technologicalknowledge, letting her get skilled enough to nose around the computer of the cargo room, which was merely password protected.
By the time they arrived near Nar Shaddaa, her plan was made.
The three hundred children in the cargo bays were simply kept in line by regular slave-collars, while the hundreds or so of adults had the shock collar version.
Disabling the holds’ camera while the ship was starting its descent toward the spaceport, she quickly dealt with the two pirates in post with a quick slash of FuurinKiba before slipping into invisibility before dealing with the second similarly before he could raise the alarm.
Then she’d opened the hauls, fishing out the keycards for the collars in one of the two dead pirates.
Some of the adults were quick to rummage around, finding a few blasters and some more basic weapons like some heavy wrenches and other pipes.
One of them was apparently a dab hand at hacking – far better than her, thought it wasn’t really difficult – and was quickly getting rid of the restraining bolts on the maintenance droid, explaining that they would quickly sow chaos in revenge, giving them a better chance in their escape. After all – mechanical or biological, a slave was a slave, and some droids were smarter than people.
While the children were hopeful, the adults were all as grimly realistic as her – not everyone would be escaping alive, they all knew – and not everyone would be escaping at all.
A few were choosing to stay in the holds, taking slavery over possible death – most were ready to try to make a run for it, and several others were giving hurried tips to the children to help them escape.
As soon as the dock bay was pressured, the same Rutian Twi’lek who’d freed the droids was hacking the computer and forcing the cargo holds doors open – before sending an order to close all space-tight compartments doors, which should considerably slow the pirates.
He gave a glance at his fellow slaves, stating in a quiet yet resounding voice, “Drukka ba drukka.”
Arya didn’t know what it meant – but many others nodded solemnly.
They headed out – toward death, or freedom.
Soon enough, it was chaos – though Arya herself wasn’t quite done with the starship.
Slipping back through the shadows, she came out in the captain’s cabin.
Where her parents’ sabers were kept.
Quickly dropping the two weapons in her Inventory, and she grabbed a weapon that was in a gleaming, probably brand new carrying case – from a quick glance, she could see that it was a blaster gun that could apparently be turned into either a carbine or a riffle.
She didn’t know enough about this galaxy’s firearms to know if such a thing was viable – she simply dropped it all in her Inventory once more, only keeping the basic gun itself. No matter how much she preferred blades to firearms, right now, this would be more useful than her trusty tanto. She was rather surprised to notice that at least the weapons had to be of good manufacture, given that they were leveling ones.
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With that, she slipped once more through the shadows, and into the dock bay, where she started to make her way toward the passenger-levels among the pandemonium.
Some pirates had finally made their way outside, and started firing at the crowd of running slaves – but some among said slaves were answering in kind.
The fight was starting to spill to the main area of the spaceport, and Arya to think she’d made it.
Then a sudden feeling of burning froze her in place, and a dark wave of power both familiar and unfamiliar – which she immediately guessed to be the counter-part to her parent's Light Side usage.
“These are dangerous times to be left alone, little youngling.” a silky voice whispered in her ear – she shuddered as she saw a hand, with elegant long fingers, neatly manicured nails, four fingers and deep red skin, drawing near her throat, making her feel like the prey rather than the predator – something she’d rarely felt in any of her lives, and hadn’t been in any hurry to relive.
Arya strained, focusing for all that she could against the power that was keeping her rooted to the ground. Finally, with a nearly audible tinkle echoing through the Force, she was able to move again.
[Achievement unlocked!
New skill(Focus): +5 XP
New Proficiency(Altus Sopor): +10 XP]
She didn’t give any attention to the notification, instead jumping into action – violently biting the approaching hand – the move surprising enough to make the man stumble slightly back, letting her slip through the shadows a bit further in the large passenger area, then dip into invisibility to try to get away.
She wasn’t stupid – there was no way she could do anything against that man right now. And she’d glimpsed enough holo-recording of the ongoing war, and from older conflicts, to realize just upon whom she’d stumbled.
Goddess or not – she just wasn’t up to take on a pureblood Sith just yet.
Stowing away the weapon, that was now hampering her rather than helping, she crept toward the spaceport’s exit slowly, forcibly calming her breath to let her move silently, and nimbly dodging around the unknowing crowd that couldn’t even see her.
She felt her worry spike as she realized she could no longer see the red-skinned, dark-robed wearing stranger.
“Such a skilled little girl.” Arya jumped as the voice echoed directly in her head, and she let FuurinKiba drop in her hand, moved by the habit of several lifetimes, “Ferocious too.”
There was approval and amusement in the other’s voice, Arya mused with a spike of anger. She felt around – watching for the glimpse of the other’s soul she’d caught earlier – and lashed out with her blade.
A red lightsaber easily parried, though she could feel the surprise of the man as the seemingly simple metal blade held against his weapon.
She was thrown back, painfully hitting a nearby column. She only had enough time to drop FuurinKiba back in her Inventory, before a hand wound against her throat, just tight enough to be painful yet not enough to cut the air and make her faint, dragging her to her feet.
A few meters away, she saw the Rutian Twi’lek she’d liberated, clearly terrified, yet ready to rush toward her to help – a human teen-aged girl stopping him with a hand and some heated whisper. Focusing one more time, she projected, “Run!”
The man’s eyes widened in surprise – but grabbing the girl, he obeyed.
She couldn’t help but smile, as she watched the chaos she’d created – and the dozens of slaves she knew had escaped.
There were countless bodies on the ground, sure enough, but they weren’t only those of the slaves, far from it.
“You…” there was a thin smile on the red-skinned man’s mouth, who clearly had caught her fumblingly sent message and her smile
She could see the short tendrils along his cheekbone twitch in what she could feel was amusement, “You’re the one behind all this, aren’t you, little shadow?”
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She didn’t bother to answer – which only seemed to satisfy him more.
Soon, there were manacles around her wrists, and his hand didn’t leave her neck until they made their way back toward another hangar bay, where a starship slightly bigger than the FluffyMooka was waiting. Once inside, the manacles were discarded, but a collar was clapped around her neck, immediately making her feel off-kilter.
It took her a second to realize what had happened, as she nearly stumbled to the ground – she’d been cut from the Force. While not nearly as painful as binding her soul when incarnating was, it still was highly disturbing, especially given that she relied just as much on her Force Sight as on her eyes to see, as it acted as one of her natural senses.
The Sith who’d captured her – Darth Arkous, she learned after a short communication between him and another Sith – was infuriating.
He wasn’t the evil caricature she’d been described before, though truth be told, she wasn’t really surprised about this. Yet when he delved into his powers, he still emanated a red-hot, dark aura that was just different enough from the familiar feeling of Death she was used to, to chill her blood, even when cut from the Force. And his ability to make her feel like the prey rather than the predator deeply unsettled her.
It took them only five days to reach their destination – clearly, the Empire gave far better starships to its Force users than the Republic – not that such a realization was much of a surprise for the young goddess.
Jedi served the Republic – while the Siths ruled the Empire.
She’d also, rather disturbingly, unlocked the resistancefightingskill, and the mentalpainproficiency, not because of any torture from her pureblood Sith captor – but merely from the ongoing torment inflicted by the Force-suppressing collar.
Though he didn’t torture her during the travel – he did inflict pain on her before leaving her in the tender care of one of the Korriban Sith Academy overseers. At the last moment before leaving his ship, and just before releasing the collar that would be rather counter-productive in a Force-training academy, he pulled some refined bars of silver and god colored metals, melting them with an application of the Force.
The pain as the liquid metal touched her skin was on par with some of the torture she’d gone through in other lives – but then again, if Arya hadn't known quite yet what pain was, Shadow remembered well enough being cut open by a mad scientist without any anesthetic, or losing a whole limb as a child not much older than she currently was.
She didn’t scream – though she did cry.
Barely gave a flicker of acknowledgment to the taunting notification, instead stubbornly holding on to her consciousness, refusing to faint in front of the infuriating man, who was smiling tauntingly at the spike of hatred against him, he’d clearly felt through the force.
[Achievement unlocked!
New Proficiency(Physical Pain): +10 XP]
“Just a little gift to remember me.” he said teasingly before dropping her with the overseer, an aging Human with sickly looking yellow and red eyes
Since she’d stubbornly refused to give him any name, he’d made up one to register her with the academy, ‘Jen’Nwit’ – though she did wonder why said name earned her a curious glance from the unpleasant looking overseer.
The next few months went by rather fast, Arya learning rapidly that if Orochimaru’s ways of pitting his experiment against one another were bad, there was still worse to be found – and found it, she had.
The young girl had been roomed with five other Force-sensitive slaves, among which she was the youngest, and it was immediately apparent that no mutual aid would be found here. While she’d tried to help the children with her in Orochimaru’s laboratories – here she didn’t feel the need to help, not when the surrounding slaves had already ascribed to the egoistical ways of the Siths.
And clearly – there was no way she was staying.
If she’d felt Darth Arkous’ aura unsettling – he’d been among the better ones, and now that she wasn’t wearing the Force-restraining collar, she could feel not only all the dark emotions flowing around on the planet twice as strongly between her SoulArt and ForceSense – but also just how plainly evil most of the people on the planet felt.
So, Arya – made herself discreet, which wasn’t quite that easy as, just like Arkous had proved when he captured her, her presence apparently was enough of a beacon in the Force for other Force-sensitives beings to easily find her. Something she’d already learned among the Fallanassi, though she hadn’t realized, back then, just how detrimental it could be for her.
Thankfully, there were ways to hide herself in the Force – a harder variation of the FallanassiInvisibility she already could do. Even better, with how individualistic everyone around was, as long as she put in an appearance here and there, and catered to the overseer’s ego whenever he was around to boss them around, it was rather easy for Arya to slip around and do whatever she wanted, as her age and small stature made her easily forgettable.
As long as she didn’t leave the academy’s lower levels, where the slaves were confined for their initial training – or rather, breaking in.
And no matter how bright she shone in the Force – Korriban itself was helping her in an unexpected way, as once she shoved darker feelings at the forefront of her mind, her Force presence took on a darker tint, that easily blended with the ambient maelstrom of dark powers.
It wasn’t enough to fool the really powerful Siths, she’d already noticed as much when she was sent on errands to the higher levels by the overseer – but making herself all but forgotten in the lower levels came to her easily enough.
The other slaves around Arya had soon all firmly put her in the category of the ‘weak’ who’d never amount to anything, for her discreet manners, as the consensus most held to was that the only way of getting out of the slave quarters was to be noticed, and taken on as an apprentice, by a real Sith.
Or die.
And of course, one could only be noticed by demonstrating their abilities, but also proving the right mind-set – that is to say being cruel and violent to those weaker yet suitably servile to those stronger.
Stabbing people in the back, the incarnate goddess quickly found out, truly was the favorite pastime of most people in the academy.
Paradoxically enough, many of the slaves in her dormitory didn’t seem to catch on that while violence was the bread and butter of most Siths – the truly successful and dangerous ones were the cunning, smart ones, who knew when a carrot worked better than a stick.
The ones who understood – those were the slaves in the kitchen and doing the cleaning, Force sensitives taken from their homes to be trained, like all were in the Empire, or bought from the Hutts or the Exchange, yet deemed too weak to ever amount to anything.
Those slaves were the ones know truly understood the nature of the Siths, and that becoming one of them wasn’t the same as becoming free, no matter what their doctrine said.
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It took Arya’s months of training in secret and sneaking around, to finally manage to get a hold on the basis of the Sith language, unlocking the corresponding proficiency – the fact that there were three different writing systems, the oldest two of them so complicated it took some people years to master them, didn’t help any.
She then understood why she’d been given so many assessing glances when she first arrived – before she managed to make herself forgotten.
Arkous, proving once more that despite having known him for five days, truly remaining the most infuriating bastard she’d met in this life, had given her a Sith name – which stood out like a sore thumb for a tiny alien slave girl, especially given the spreading xenophobia happily festering in the academy. She should have known – after all, ‘little shadow’ was what he’d called her during all the time spent traveling between Nar Shaddaa and Korriban!
She quickly unlocked the dodgingskill, that, just like the resistance one, was a basic matter of surviving in the hostile environment the academy was and was growing faster than it ever had in her previous life – just like the CuratoSalva proficiency, which she was pretty sure Jedi hadn’t developed for younglings to survive in a Sith academy.
She wouldn’t even have noticed her lifeday coming around – if not for the Moon’sInterface notification – but it was a good day, nonetheless, as she finally managed to unlock the FallanassiPresenceInvisibilityability, a variant of the FallanassiInvisibility that allowed her to hide her Force presence – though with how high the ability upkeep cost was, she wasn’t going to be able to use for anything but a few moments anytime soon.
She’d also grown closer to the kitchen staff, spending some time hidden among them, and learning, little by little, tidbits of their culture – and what a culture it was! Spread from one slave to another, yet kept hidden from their masters, it had grown from the desert of Tatooine to reach all corners of the galaxy – nurturing a spark of hope for freedom, and helping them endure a life of servitude.
While they usually didn’t share themselves with the Siths-slaves, the Amavikka opened themselves to her little by little, tale by tale. It was a bit like finding back a family, and a rather unexpected light in the darkness of Korriban’s daily turpitude.
Of course, that was when, to celebrate her first year as a slave, Arkous reminded the overseers about her existence by sending an annoying human teenager boy, who apparently was his apprentice – to check on her progress.
‘Checking on her progress’, Arya discovered without much surprised, mainly meant to be looked down upon with clear disdain by the annoying boy with yellow eyes; getting a sparring session that was more akin to a beating since it wasn’t as if she’d been given any fighting training – except the few brawls she’d gotten caught in for food; then getting interrogated on some Sith principles and knowledge she really didn’t know how they thought she could even know.
Still – she’d managed to unlock both her melee and bladeskills, gotten a crappy vibroblade long enough to pass for a sword given how small she was and even gotten a grudging nod of approval from the sullen teen, who apparently really didn’t like that a tiny alien had gotten the honor of a name in the Sith language, but decreed that at least she didn’t make his master look bad to have sponsored her.
Which – was new to Arya, who leaned that as unlikely as it seemed, she’d been given preferential treatment when Arkous had taken her to the academy, as usually slaves were sent to far harsher training camps before earning the right to attend the Korriban Sith Academy.
Once more – the incarnate goddess found herself with more questions than answer about the Sith who’d captured her.
Apparently, the evaluation must have meant something to the overseer, as Arya was transferred to a slightly better dorm – one with real blankets on the beds, something she’d sorely missed, as while Korriban was a desert world and thus quite warm during the day, the lower levels of the academy, by dint of being underground, were on the contrary freezing cold, especially at night. There was even enough, if barely, food rations in the new refectory she was assigned to! The downside of those better arrangement – was that it was harder for Arya to make herself forgotten again.
Being on Korriban, beyond the slavery, was also starting to take its mental toll on the young goddess – her ability to sense both feelings and souls meant that she was constantly battered by the accumulation of thousands of years of pain, terror, suffering – but also rage, anger, and fury. She understood easily why all the Siths she met around the academy felt either unhinged or psychopathic, and why most became evil so easily.
It was no wonder the Jedi were against their very existence – thought Arya knew things weren’t that clear-cut, having met a few Jedi other than her parents, she remembered that some of them had looked at the couple with obvious disapproval, having chosen to go in a radically opposed way to the Siths.
If the Dark Siders reveled in passion and forgot all about positive feelings – then those Jedi would strive for perfect peace, discarding along the way all the emotions that made them sentient beings.
More often than not, Arya found herself finding a hidden spot or another in the Academy, spending hours merely meditating, the Fallanassi flower around her neck helping her focus on Balance, and retain her equilibrium in the cesspit of dark emotions she was living in.
Thanks to her new dormitory, she also finally managed to see what Arkous had done to her – as there was a mirror in the communal bathroom.
A new symbol had been poured over the chaos wheel on the back of her neck, a large spiked cross, inscribed with a small flower – the symbol of the dark side.
Even a year latter – merely seeing the symbol for the first time made her shudder, as if hit by a wave of phantom pain, making her once more angry rather than simply annoyed at the man who’d put her here. She wasn’t surprised when a notification popped.
[Soul Imprint updated!
Chaos Wheel turned to Son’s Symbol]
She did wonder about the symbol’s name – she’d heard it called ‘Dark Side’ symbol by her parents when they’d explained to her how the Balance symbol the Fallanassi had gifted her was made of an imbrication of both the Light and Dark Sides symbols.
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Another year went by quickly, the young half-Mirialan managing to make herself fade in the background once more. Now that she didn’t need to sneak around to access the nearby library, it became far easier to learn more – not only about the Siths, their philosophy and powers, which she was expected to learn by the overseer – but also about more mundane things, finally unlocking the scienceknowledgeskill, and letting her round-out what she knew about the galaxy, and what she would need to survive out there once she managed to escape.
She did find a bit more about the name of her latest SoulImprint – though not much. There were hints about old legends, here and there in the library’s archives, speaking about a mythical planet where the Force itself was incarnated – of a Father condemned to eternally maintain balance between his Son and Daughter: between the Dark and Light Side of the Force.
While interesting – it wasn’t really relevant to her situation, so she turned to more immediately useful knowledge, stumbling upon the existence of Sith alchemy and sorcery. Like often with the Sith, it was as if they’d striven to make an interesting concept as utterly revolting as possible – but Arya wasn’t going to just let it bother her – while reading through some rather disgusting ways the Siths of old had found to imbue an item with some properties, and other rituals that all came closer to magic than any other Force application she’d seen until then, she realized that she had the knowledge to adapt those ideas to less extreme methods.
Or rather, Adrasteia Potter had the knowledge – fortunately, she had all the magical knowledge of her previous life at the tip of her fingers thanks to the Repository. It may well take her years, to manage Force alchemy and sorcery rather than Sith – but she would – eventually.
Still, it meant that while she managed to copy some things to her Repository discreetly – not everything she’d have liked, but she couldn’t risk getting caught given the kind of punishment handed out at the academy – it wasn’t worth it, not for what little the knowledge would help with her escape.
In the end, Arya found herself spending much time learning more about computers, eventually unlocking the Hackerproficiency she knew would come in handy to leave the planet, all the while focusing much of her training into both regular invisibility and the pivotal hiding of her force presence.
She had been formally welcomed among the Amavikka now, starting to learn their language and secret codes, and taught about their traditions – the kitchen staff all seeming hopeful that eventually, she’d manage what they couldn’t, and escape the red planet.
And spread freedom in her steps.
Her lifeday came and went once more, and her second year at the academy ended by another visit of the same sullen teenager – now a bit older, more self-assured and arrogant, and with a rather hideous scar along his face, and a breathing mask covering his mouth and nose.
It never ceased to surprise Arya to witness just how little Siths cared about even their own body – despite their nearly universal quest for immortality. Amusingly enough, it was the Jedi who had longer life expectancy, given that they didn’t destroy their body in a quest for more power.
“Jen’Nwit.” the apprentice greeted her curtly, before turning on his steps – she hurriedly followed him, surprised to see they were heading toward the higher levels of the academy, then outside. stopping her face from showing any emotions, and firmly controlling her presence in the Force to let nothing but quiet awe at the apprentice transpire, she cast her Force sight around, taking in as much of the layout as she could.
Because of her green skin and greener eyes — nobody had ever realized that she wasn’t only a Mirialan, and as such, her ability to see not only with her eyes but also the Force had gone by unnoticed too, giving her an edge when it came to spying and exploring around the academy.
“You’re going hunting.” Arkous’ apprentice said as they stopped in front of partially collapsed tunnels, giving her a pack she hadn’t noticed yet, hidden under his cape, “I’ll be back in three days. Don’t die, my master actually seems to enjoy hearing about your survival.”
With that – he pushed her into the dark tunnel, blocking the entrance with rock.
There were rations for two days in the pack, as well as a small tube of fire paste – it was surprisingly generous for a Sith, she mused, though she didn’t doubt it was thanks to how young she still looked, given that she’d barely grown in her two years on Korriban.
Being in the dark wasn’t really a disadvantage with her Force sight, so she refrained from lighting a fire, instead observing the area through the Force. There were already slight noises around, and she noticed that there were both k’lor slugs and shyracks around, which meant that neither the ground nor the air were safe.
She wasn’t going to get any sleep before Arkous’ apprentice came back, that much was clear.
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Quickly replacing her nearly useless vibroblade by Fuurin, she prepared herself for the first wave of creatures, all the while starting to creep in the dark tunnels – she couldn’t stay here, or she’d get attacked non-stop and would drop from exhaustion far before the three days were up.
She spent the next three days holed up in a small cave she’d found a bit deeper in the tunnels, the rock ground too hard for the k’lor slugs to borrow through, the roof too low for the shyracks to fly comfortably in – which meant she only had the entrance to protect.
She earned a few wounds, scratches from the annoying bat-like creatures, and poison burns from the slugs’ mucus – which had also unlocked, and quickly made grow, her PoisonResistanceproficiency – but all in all, she was alive and not worse for the wear.
Visibly, the Sith-in-training deemed her survival a good enough achievement – though he did raise an eyebrow as he noticed a nearby slug, cut in half and lying it a pool of its own blood, knowing well enough that the nearly useless vibroblade tied to her back wasn’t able to do something like that. He didn’t comment, though her SoulArt let her feel that he was slightly impressed, and even approved of the deception.
It was the way of the Siths after all.
The human teenager then proceeded to test her on what she’d learned during the year, Arya electing not to lie but simply misdirect, given that she knew her official hours in the library were monitored. Once more, her performance must have been deemed good enough, as she was given more access to the academy’s higher level, now allowed to make use of the training room and her new responsibilities taking her out of the temple often enough now that she deemed able to take care of herself enough to probably survive on the surface of the rather dangerous planet.
It was finally time to leave.
Little by little, she used her talent in hacking to erase her presence from the academy’s databases – until there only remained a paltry file, that she could easily destroy remotely. Then she waited for her way off-world – she could now spend over two hours invisible, but only eight minutes hiding her presence, so she needed a shuttle without any Force sensitive aboard – and she would have to move fast once on the space-station.
The Amavikkan knew that she was ready to leave, even if she hadn’t said anything – she could see it in their eyes. The GanAmu was teaching her more than before, tales of Ekkreth the Sky Walker of course, but also legends of Akar Hinil or Tena. And other things too, like the secret symbols of protection to engrave in Jappor snippets – even if the snippets weren’t made from Jappor wood, since it was impossible to find here on Korriban.
She had progressed far faster in Amatakka than in the Sith language, and was nearly as fluent with it than with Basic by now – she was also making significant progress in the hand-sign variant of it. It was, after all, far easier to learn a language by speaking it rather than waddling through ancient texts.
It was rather ironical that it was now that she was ready to leave that Arya had found family among the slave people, in the form of Lyn’Me, a Lethan Twi’lek, a few years older than her – the nine-year-old girl was just Force sensitive enough to have been sent to Korriban, but it was, she explained far better than her life as the daughter of a pleasure slave. Especially given that with the beautiful and exotic red shade of her skin, and the natural grace she was already showing, there was no doubt that she would have been made to follow in the footsteps of her mother.
Lyn’Me taught Arya Amatakka – and Arya somehow managed to teach the girl enough about the Fallanassi that in a few months, she’d started to get a hold of their ways to hide their body – and their mind. After all – the Fallanassi ways had never been about power as much as they were about finesse and subtlety – and those, any Amavikkan had to understand if they wanted to survive.
Learning about her ability had made Lyn’Me laugh, and muse that she really did fit the name ‘Little Shadow’ – it made Arya far more accepting of the name she’d been given by Arkous, to see a friend enjoy its meaning.
It was not too long before her lifeday, that Lyn’Me and Arya officially took each other as sisters – after the half-Mirialan saved the Twi’lek, who’d been sent to feed some tuk’ata that a Sith was raising for some reason or another. Tuk’ata were called Sith dogs, but they really looked more like spiky dire-wolves than dogs, each one as tall as the young girl herself, with several pairs of horns crowning their head and razor-sharp, steel-hard claws as long as fingers, a mouth full of fangs just as big – not to mention the row of deadly spines on their back and tail.
It had been a death sentence for Lyn’Me – one the overseer in charge of the kitchen hadn’t even cared about, in true Sith fashion. Or it would have been if Arya hadn’t helped. Even for her, the fight had been hard – but Lyn’Me had managed to grab her courage, and the very same agility that made Twi’lek excellent dancers was put to good use to help her dodge around the dangerous beasts' attacks – and answer with blows of her own.
Killing a few beasts had made the rest reconsider them as prey – long enough for the two girls to flee – as for the remaining tuk’ata, they hadn’t wasted any time in making their fallen members the next meal, neatly hiding any trace of their crime.
The same evening, they were speaking the Amavikkan words, and becoming sisters – after all, they had survived the storm together.
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Her seventh lifeday was the first – and only – she celebrated on Korriban, Lyn’Me brewing her the spicy tzai recipe she’d inherited from her mother and shared with the incarnate goddess when they became family. She was also given snippets, made from local obsidian, the symbols engraved on them glowering softly in red – one engraved with the Amarattu, the Mother’s protection symbol; another with the Anken, the freedom mark, thought it had been modified with anya to symbolize the shadows too – Lyn’Me had smile secretly when she showed her she had the same, as did all those who were starting to learn from what teaching Arya had managed to pass to them; a last one engraved with both lei and levadekka, the words for strength of the body and the mind.
A few days after her seventh lifeday – Arya’s way off planet finally arrived, when a shuttle with no Force-sensitive aboard landed on the landing pad of the academy.
With one last order sent from one of the library’s computers, she erased the last traces of her presence from the academy’s official files, slipped through the shadows toward the landing pad, and found a good hiding spot.
She didn’t say goodbye to her sister – it wasn’t the Amavikkan way. Besides, while comlinks weren’t something a slave could have, they did have access to the holonet occasionally – and Arya had Lyn'Me’s mail memorized.
A few hours later, a Human male, not bulky thought muscular enough, with graying hair in a military cut and dark eyes, wearing an Imperial uniform, though she didn’t know from what branch precisely, entered the shuttle, that was soon starting to rise, and leaving the planet’s atmosphere.
“So, why don’t you get out of your hiding spot?”
The green-skinned goddess barely kept a profanity in – really, after finally managing to get away from the horror house, she had somehow stumbled onto a non Force sensitive trained well enough that he was able to spot her presence even though she was invisible? How had he even known?
“If you don’t come out, I’ll shoot.” the man warned again, both Force and SoulArt letting her feel just how serious he was
With a sigh, she released her invisibility.
He was – impressed, but not that surprised to see how young she was, instead studying her intently before nodding to himself, “Ah yes, Darth Arkous’ little pet project. Seems like he had a good nose.”
Arya winced.
She hadn’t expected anyone outside the academy, except Arkous and his apprentice, to know anything about her!
“Jen’Nwit.” a smile, “Or shall I call you Arya Lunika?”
This man was dangerous – if not in the same way as the Sith who’d sent her Korriban.
[Achievement unlocked!
New skill(2): +10XP]
She barely gave a glance at the notification informing her of the unlocking of both the KillingIntent and Strategyskills, instead focusing all her attention on the man in front of her, wondering if – and how – she should kill him.
It would be hard – but with a bit of help from the Force, she could, maybe, do it.
Now, he looked amused.
“Don’t look so murderous, little shadow, it’s my job to know things like that.” he informed her, “A job you could be quite well suited to.” he added with a smile
She eyed him suspiciously, things becoming both clearer and more confusing.
“Are you… Offering me a job?” she checked, “For the Imperial Intelligence?” she added dubiously “Even though you apparently know that I’m the daughter of two Jedi?” a pause, “And seven years old.” she felt compelled to add
“Precisely.” he confirmed
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Letting herself drop into the nearest seat, she eyed him curiously. The imperial agent smiled, and settled back in his own chair, “The fact that you were sent directly to the Academy put you on our radars.” he informed her, “From there, finding your identity was just a matter of following your trail. Darth Arkous had been on Nar Shaddaa, where the Exchange somehow lost a good part of their latest slave shipment. In the docking bays of that frigate, there was a Jedi Defender Class starship painted in the most peculiar green.”
Arya had to fight from blushing at that – the color had been insisted upon by her father, who didn’t see colors as a Miraluka, she remembered fondly, feeling the familiar stab of sadness that always followed when she thought about her parents…
“With its unique paint-job, following the trail of the… FluffyMooka… Wasn’t really hard.” the man kept on explaining, “And the fact that there was no mention of their daughter in the Exchange’s log, yet a Mirialan child was found just nearby by a Darth, and sent immediately to the Academy…”
Put like that – it really mustn't have been that hard for them to find her identity, she had to admit.
It still didn’t explain why he was offering her a job rather than turning her in – she told him as much, making him smile in amusement.
“I would have.” he easily admitted – yet somehow, she felt a lie there, “But once you were on our radars, we kept an eye on you… Your stay at the academy was enlightening.” this, at least, was true, though rather vexing
After all, she’d done all she could to be as unremarkable as possible, she hadn’t meant to me interesting!
Seemingly reading her thoughts, the other laughed, “You were too good at what you were doing. The low-level idiots like your overseer may not have noticed anything, and the higher level staff of the academy didn’t know to look out for you… But for those of us who had access to your file.” a shrug, “It was evident that you were simply lying in wait.” a smirk, “I’m pretty sure Darth Arkous came to the same conclusion. Especially once your files started to disappear from the academy’s network.”
This time – Arya didn’t refrain from anything, instead letting out a string of colorful swearwords no seven-year-old child should know.
The imperial agent laughed.
“So… You’re taking me to Arkous?”
“No way!” he contradicted her, “He should have reacted sooner.” a smirk, “Well, I may have had a hand in provoking some incidents that have kept him busy on Taris.” he admitted with a smug smile, “But that’s his problem, not mine.” a shrug, “After all you’ve certainly proved you weren’t going to be a Sith.”
“And I should want to be an imperial agent why?” then as an afterthought, “And aren’t you worried he’s going to kill you?”
“He would.” the man agreed, “If I wasn’t the best at my job.” there was some respect in his voice when he admitted, “Darth Arkous is one of those far too few Siths who understand that an empire can’t be ruled only on blood and terror. He understands the need for administrators, regular military and other spies. He also understands that Sith-training isn’t the only kind of training that takes years to complete.”
“So… you’re not afraid for your life because you’re useful?”
“I’m not afraid for my life in regard to Darth Arkous.” he contradicted her, “Other Siths… Well, let's say I do just the same as you: I fly under the radar.”
“Better than me, apparently.”
“I’ve got years of training on you.” he reminded her
“Still, your recruitment speech isn’t very convincing right now.”
“It’s simple really.” a shrug, “In the Republic you’ll be just another Jedi, one never fully trusted after your stint in Korriban. Here with me, you’ll be able to help to protect the regular people of the Empire from the inside. Isn’t it what Jedi are all about? Helping people?”
“Who says I want to be a Jedi?”
This – did seem to surprise him, making her feel smug for the first time. After the number of times he’d caught her wrong-footed in the past few minutes, it was about time she managed to turn the table on him!
“Both Siths and Jedi are idiots. Regular people are caught in a needless war. The Siths are mostly psychopathic mental-cases who don’t give a kriff about civilians, and the Jedi seemed more intent on destroying them than obtaining peace.” she pointed out, “The fact that the guy who enslaved and branded me was probably the most sympathetic Sith I met is rather telling!” she added, throwing her hands in the air in frustration
“So… Even more reason why you shouldn’t mind a job with us.” the agent concluded, having recovered from his surprise quickly
“You won’t make me believe that spying is all sunshine and rainbows.” Arya reminded him, “Death and dangers are more probable.”
“Indeed. But it’s still our work to help the Empire works.” a shrug ,“To ensure the maddest of the Siths don’t get assigned to densely populated planets but rather on battlefields, to push toward a cease fire like we’re about to manage.” a smile, “It’s not like you have anything better to do, do you?”
“Well, at least I wouldn’t have to constantly hide my Force sensitivity in the Republic.” the half-Mirialan reminded him
“You’d still always be under supervision from both the Jedi and the SIS.”
Arya eyed him for a moment, weighting her options.
“Let me meditate on it.”
She heard him mutter something about ‘and she says she’s not a Jedi’ before letting herself fall into the easy ebbs and flows of the Force around them. Now that they weren’t on Korriban anymore, she already felt more balanced, and the meditation was helping her focus on her senses – not only the regular ones, or the Force ones – but the godly ones, that were so out-of-sync in the Purgatory that it made everything more difficult than usual.
She nearly heard Mana’s voice, as she felt the Force urge her in one direction.
Not really knowing how much time had gone by, she opened her eyes.
“Alright.”
“Great!” the agent smiled, “I’m sure you can follow me to my ship without being seen?” Arya activated her invisibility in answer, “Perfect.” a shrug, “With any luck we should be able to take off before the Ember lands. And by the way, I’m Cipher Eleven, you can call me Even for now.”
The incarnate goddess didn’t bother to hide her shock at the seemingly careless statement, immediately activating her Force hiding too – she remembered well enough the name of the starship who’d brought her to the planet nearly three years ago after all!
Cipher Eleven’s starship – was beautiful, all elegant sleek lines and state-of-the-art technologies, and if she hadn’t started to feel a familiar presence that confirmed that they needed to get out of here fast, she would have enjoyed spending some time just watching it.
As it was, she quickly climbed aboard, and warned him, “He’s there.”
The PhantomEleven smoothly and efficiently went through its take-off procedure – and just as they were preparing to jump to hyperspace, she felt someone reach through the Force despite her ability, projecting an amused “Leaving already, nuya Jen’Nwit?”
“I am not yours, nor anybody else’ property!” she answered despite any common sense, incensed at the rather possessive pronoun used
“Indeed you are not.” the other agreed, more amused than angered at her retort, “I’m sure you won’t let Cipher Eleven forget it either.”
Of course, she wouldn’t – Arya may have been projecting more than she thought as the Sith seemed to catch her feelings – and the last thing she got from him was amusement and smug satisfaction, as they finally entered hyperspace.
At the same moment, a new notification popped, making her smile and already miss Lyn’Me a bit…
[Perk unlocked!
Unfettered: you have broken your chains and earned your freedom, but the Amavikkan always recognize one of their people, granting you +10 Social score for all your interaction with them]
4316.165.9 CRC – birth of Arya Lunika on Benduday (5th day of the week) of the 6th week of the 1st month of the year 4316 while in Hyperspace (3661 BBY / -7 ATC)
4320.412.0 CRC – Fluffy Mooka boarded, death of Sayah and Leelai Lunika, Arya Lunika registered to the Korriban Academy as “Jen’Nwit” (Little Shadow) by Darth Arkous (3657 BBY / -3 ATC)
4322.742 CRC –Arya saves Lyn’Me, they become sisters (3655 BBY / -1 ATC)
4323.273 CRC – Arya Lunika escapes the Korriban Academy and is recruited by Cipher Eleven (3654 BBY / 0 ATC)
Fluffy Mooka – Defender Class light corvette, lime green paint job (Sayah and Leelai Lunika’s starship)
? – Praetor Class frigate (Exchange slave cargo)
Ember – Fury Class light corvette (Darth Arkous’ starship)
? - X-70B-Phatom (Cipher 11’ starship)
- Repository (enhancement): unlocks the Repository System
Kitsune Weave(clothe, leveling, LV4):+4 Physical Defense
FuurinKiba (weapon, leveling, LV4): +1 AG, +6 Cutting Damages
- Saya(enhancement): +10 Force Reservoir
KageShin (weapon, leveling, LV4): +1 WIS, +8 Shadow Damages
ShiroInu Tessen (weapon, leveling, LV4): +1 LUCK, +4 Cutting Damages
Trill-181 prototype (weapon, leveling, LV4, adaptable: blaster gun/carbine/rifle): +4/6/8 Energy Damages
Vibroblade (weapon, LV2): +2 Cutting Damage
New Skill: techno skill / brawl / stealth / athletics / spying / focus / resistance / dodge / melee / blade / science / killing intent / strategy
New Proficiency: Fallanassi Force / Prima Vitae / Una Mens / Mental Pain Resistance/ Physical Pain resistance / Sith language / Curato Vita / Hacker / Poison Resistance / Amatakka language
New Ability: Fallanassi Invisibility
current XP: 580
current LV: 5
XP to next level: 20
ARYA LUNIKA AGE 7 LV 4
BODY: Agility (7/1:8) / Strength (5/1:6) / Endurance (5/1:6)
MIND: Intelligence (5/2:7) / Willpower (4/1:5) / Wisdom (3/2:5)
Heart: Presence (3/2:5) / Instinct (6/2:8)
UNIQUE: Luck (3) / Element (17) / Godly (26)