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Hair. / Small drabble between two of my oc's who are too proud to admit their feelings for each other :)

"Your hair," The Jedi knew Ashake had been staring at her intensily for the past minutes, but the question still caught her off guard. "does it hurt?" Hivall turned around to meet her eyes. "What do you mean?" "Does your hair hurt when growing?" The Togruta innocently asked with a firm stare, it was funny how serious she was about it. "No, don't even notice it." Hivall replied with a soft smile. "Do your montrals hurt when growing?" Ashake furrowed her eyebrows in thought, before shaking her head. "No. Just a small discomfort sometimes." "Uh." The Jedi smiled again before returning to reading her books, then she felt a hand patting her head and playing with her hair for a bit. "It's soft." The Togruta simply said before leaving the room with a strange silence behind, leaving the Jedi flustered and confused.

→Based on A Jedi's Grace

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Amadrya Morvolo (Jedi Consular): wHYY IS ThERE BLOOD evERY WHERE!!?

Sorak Fellev (Sith Warrior): I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife

Amadrya Morvolo (Jedi Consular): yoU STAbbeD SOMEONE!!??!?

Sorak Fellev (Sith Warrior): no no , aggressively poked them with a knife

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Elyir Kallig (Sith Inquisitor): Okay, hear me out. What if we just murdered everybody.

Pran'vera Mel'chior (Jedi Knight): No.

Elyir Kallig (Sith Inquisitor): It’s the cleanest solution!

Pran'vera Mel'chior (Jedi Knight): No!

Elyir Kallig (Sith Inquisitor): But I’m really good at murder! Diplomacy, not so much.

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𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚜

𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘖𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘹 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯 (𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Carth is stressed out by the whole 'Rescue Bastila from the Vulkars" quest and Amnesiac Revan, Karris, has a totally-not-awkward plan to help him ease the stress; Slow dancing.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, light angst

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I began playing KOTOR yesterday and couldn't help but love these two. Probably won't be the last story I write for this ship!

It was late in the night for the two, exhausted souls. Taris was truly a haunting sight to look at in the night, but that was just background noise for the troubles that made their way into Karris' mind. He had managed to keep his cool down while him and Carth searched for Bastila, but it could be unbearable sometimes. Especially with Carth's trust issues and lack of it on him. The man didn't trust him, and although a part of Karris understood, he couldn't help but grow annoyed.

Carth was pacing back and forth, low rambling to himself as he strategically formed a plan to get Bastila back. Shoulders tense, jaw locked, fingers moving inquietly - a state of mind that Karris knew very well. He hummed quietly to himself as he got up from the bed and made his way to Carth, stretching his hand to him.

"Yes?" The pilot looked down to Karris’ hand, and then back up to him again. A puzzlement look crossed his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Karris cleared his throat. "Dance with me."

The sudden and unexpected request almost made Carth laugh, if it wasn't for the deadpanned expression seen across Karris' face. He was actually serious. He was inviting Carth to dance with him.

The pilot furrowed his brows, pondering on it. Was this some sort of prank? What were his motivations for this strange request? Sure, through the time that Carth has been with Karris, he had learned that the man was odd, to say the least. But this was most surprising.

"Ah, erm, I - I think I'm alright, thanks." Yet, the blank and grave stare that Karris was giving him was almost making Carth uncomfortable on his feet. Upon the initial denial, Karris further outstretched his hand, insisting on it.

"I wasn't asking," He replied, "I was telling you to." Carth should've seen this one coming, From their previous trust issues arguments, he knew that Karris wasn't one to give up whenever an idea crossed his mind. Sadly, it was always the worst of ideas.

Reluctant, Carth hesitated in taking Karris' hand, but once their hands touched, he felt some of the tension washing away from his shoulders. Karris guided him to the centre of the room and his fingers interlocked with his own. With Karris' free hand on his shoulder, Carth slowly rested his other hand in the small of Karris' back.

An unheard melody that only they could hear made its way around and through them, and before Carth could realize, his feet were moving in a perfect synchronization with Karris', as if they were on autopilot. Karris tightened his grip on his hand, and his hand was rougher than Carth had envisioned. Not a surprise since all of the work that Karris had to do wasn't particularly easy.

Although no actual music had been playing, both men could hear in the back of their minds, and that was all that was needed.

Carth glanced down at Karris. He wasn't much smaller than him, but his height only reached his shoulders. He noticed that Karris had a focused, dark look on his eyes, as if something clouded his mind. Carth had often seen that on the male, but never found the courage to question it. It was none of his business. For now, at least.

Karris locked up just in time their eyes locked into each other as they settled on a slow rhythm. The darkness was brushed away and replaced by something else - a soft and fragile feeling, a nostalgic one perhaps, of some other era. A feeling of belonging, of a home. It was if they were standing on top of a mountain, their music chorus replaced with silence, as if they knew what they wanted to say, but couldn't find the right words. Carth felt the same; the previous anxiety and stress had faded away into background noise, and was replaced by a serene feeling of peacefulness, just this once.

The apartment grew still once more. Unconsciously, Carth kept a strain hold on Karris' back and hand. It was like the two men were processing what had just happened and tried to find a plausible explanation for it.

Karris took a step back and cleared his throat once more.

"We should go back to our mission. Bastila needs our help." With further silence and lack of words, Carth nodded, and was left to his own thoughts after Karris exited the room and closed the door behind him with a loud «thund».

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Dance Moms but it's Sith Masters and their apprentices.

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I headcanon that Revan is a great dancer and likes to dance alone to cool off stress

also headcanon that he'll make Carth dance with him if Carth is stressed out. This is canon to me.

:D

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Starlight in the Skies

The night was silent and the stars were glowing in the dark sky. There was a soft breeze in the air, refreshing from the other planets that Elyir and Bresha had been to. This was their safe spot, in Alderaan.

"If something happens to me, I don't want to be revived." Bresha said softly. Elyir gazed at her curiously. "I'm confused." The younger girl laughed and looked at the stars. "I'm saying this because...the life of a Sith is full of dangers. We can die any second."

Kallig raised her eyebrow. "Not if you're powerful."

With a soft humn, Bresha smiled at her and let her head drop. Elyir knew she had something to say on her mind, but silence overtook her words. They remained like this for a few moments.

"Elyir, can I ask you something?" The girl asked calmly. Her friend hummed in response. "If something ever happens to me, please don't try to bring me back. If I am to die, then that is the Will of the Force."

The young Kallig hesitated briefly as she watched her friend and the way the wind blowed through her brown hair. Then, she slowly nodded. "If that's what you want, I shall respect your wishes."

This time, it was Bresha who hesitated to speak. "I know that my father won't. He would try anything to help me or bring me back. Stop him, please." Elyir nodded once more. As much as she'd like to ask her friend why this topic had crossed her mind, deep down she sensed that she already knew why.

"Now, let's go back to watch our stars."

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I want to present to you all, my beautiful fem!Revan

(yes it's made on The Sims 4 because I'm too lazy to draw rn)

I'm in absolute love with her and I must include her in some of my works, possibly my inspired series of Visions <3

Yes, I'll probably draw her in the near future

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I once read a post saying "we all have at least 1 oc we ship with Marr" and I said to myself "nah, not me"

I was wrong

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Elyir Kallig (Sith Inquisitor): Don't worry, I have a few ghosts up my sleeve.

Amadrya Morvolo (Jedi Consular): I think you mean cards?

Sorak Fellev (Sith Warrior): No, she does not.

Elyir, with the Sith Ghosts appearing behind her: No, I do not.

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Sorak Fellev (Sith Warrior): What's with the sassy...lost child?

Amadrya Morvolo (Jedi Consular): I'm not a child!

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Elyir Kallig (Sith Inquisitor): What makes you feel better when you feel terrible?

Amadrya Morvolo (Jedi Consular): My family!

Elyir Kallig (Sith Inquisitor:

Elyir Kallig (Sith Inquisitor): Ew.

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Name: Elyir Kallig

Alias: Lord Kallig, Darth Nox, Lyr (nickname by Bresha Kel).

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: Unknown

Sexuality: Pansexual

Birthplace: Nar Shaddaa

Family: Graciar Kergav (mother), Sorak Fellev (half-sister), Aloysius Kallig (ancestor).

Relationships: Andronikos Revel (husband), Ashara Zavros (Apprentice), Xalek (Apprentice), Bresha Kel (best friend).

Religion: Sith Order

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Elyir's theme songs:

➵ Appetite for Destruction - Vo Williams

➵ Mama - My Chemical Romance

➵ (...)

▁▂▃𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞▃▂▁

Elyir Kallig, a.k.a Darth Nox, was a female human entity, roughly 1,73 meters in height. A natural brunette of blue eyes, which have faded to a red-yellowish color due to the usage of the Dark Side, her skin is paler with strange black veins on her arms and fingers.

Lord Kallig restored the Kallig Bloodline to greatness once more, as the heiress of the ancient Sith Lord Aloysius Kallig. Her journey wasn't easy; she began at the bottom of the hierarchy as a slave, chosen to study at Sith Academy in Korriban to become an acolyte. Not many saw sucess in her until Elyir surpassed all of her trials and climbed up the ladder to ascend to Sith Inquisitor and apprentice of Lord Zash.

Her rise to power was not easy as Kallig developted several enemies; Darth Thanaton was one of them, a member of the powerful Dark Council. Their rivalry ended in a bloody battle in the Council's chambers in which Thanaton was defeated and thereforth Darth Nox occupied his seat on the Dark Council.

┃𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 / 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜┃

Darth Nox had many enemies within the Republic, Jedi and the Sith Empire. Her methods were considered unorthodox by most. Elyir was a very manipulative and cunning Sith who studied several forbidden rituals without care for the damage. Lord Kallig remains a complex mystery to this very day as she never opened up to anyone, not even to her lover Andronikos Revel. She despised anyone who talked down at her due to her former history as a slave, which was a very sensitive matter to her.

Different from her half-sister Sorak, Kallig rarely showed any compassion or mercy for others unless there was something in it for her, but it all lead to backstabbing and betraying them later.

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Name: Amadrya Morvolo

Alias: Ama, Young Morvolo.

Species: Zabrak

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: Unknown

Sexuality: Unsure

Birthplace: Corellia

Family: Atticas Morvolo (father), Chaeya Morvolo (sister).

Relationships: Qyzen Fess («best friend», most trusted companion)

Religion: Jedi Order

Alignment: Lawful Good

Amadrya's theme songs:

➵ Coming Home - Skylar Grey

➵ Dear Fellow Traveller - Sea Wolf

➵ Runaway - AURORA

▁▂▃𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞▃▂▁

Amadrya Morvolo is the oldest daughter of rogue Jedi Atticas Morvolo, a Jedi who left the Order voluntarily to live peacefully within the mountains of Tython after his wife's death. Atticas seeked to understand deeper the connection between nature and the Force, and passed on his teachings to his daughter, once he found out about her strong connection to the Force.

Atticas raised his two daughters among the peaceful nature of Tython for six years, with occasional visits from Padawans who do trips to ask the old Morvolo for his advice. One day, two Jedi Masters made a surprise visit, upon learning from a Padawan that Morvolo had a Force-Sensitive daughter. After a long discussion, the young Amadrya made the choice to go train with the Jedi and left her father with her 4-year-old sister Chaeya.

Throughout her training, Amadrya did several trips to visit her family. Her sister Chaeya now helps their father with the little farm they have and runs errands off world, and admitted her dream to move away from Tython one day, but she has yet to find out her passion. Meanwhile, her father is still going better than ever, happy and proud to see how strong his daughter is becoming each day.

┃𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 / 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜┃

Amadrya has always been a different child. The Force surrounding her was felt in calm, loving waves, just as she was. She's a gentle soul, always willing to put others above her well-being and ready to help those in need. Her determined, caring and humble nature has a way of breaking into the coldest of hearts, although it is also a window of opportunity for others to take advantage of her naive side.

Not every Jedi is perfect and Ama is not an exception; sometimes she gets too obsessed with helping, putting the well-fair of everybody just to save one person. This has been her mistakes many times and hopefully won't lead to her downfall. Along with that, she trusts too much due to her naiveness. Amadya believes that there is good within everybody, but that's not always the case.

Above all, she is a top model Jedi Consular and an example to others.

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Name: Sorak Kergav-Fellev

Alias: The Emperor's Wrath/The Empire's Wrath, Tempest, The Other Kallig, Lord Wrath.

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her (she doesn't mind They/Them tho!)

Species: Human

Age: Unknown

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthplace: Dromund Kaas

Family: Graciar Kergav (bio mother), Kassan Fellev (bio father), Maeva Viorkir (step-mother), Elyir Kallig (half-sister), Rylan Viorkir-Fellev (half-brother), Niran Quinn (son), Calian Quinn (son).

Relationships: Malavai Quinn (husband), Lana Beniko (unsure relationship), Vette (best friend), Lady Gracalia (best friend), Jaesa Willsaam (apprentice).

Religion: Sith Order

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Sorak's theme songs:

➵ Empire - Hollywood Undead

➵ Castle - Halsey

➵ Paint it, Black - Ciara

▁▂▃𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞▃▂▁

Sorak Fellev , otherwise known as the Empire's Wrath (originally the Emperor's Wrath), was a human entity, approximately 1,70 meters in height. Sorak was the only daughter of Graciar Kervag and Kassan Fellev. Sorak was born with albinism which gave her white hair and pale skin. However, she inherited her father's dark brown eyes. This albinism had come from her mother, Graciar Kervag, best known as Darth Occlus.

After Graciar's death when Sorak was seven-years-old, the small family of two remained together until her father remarried into a wealthy family, particularly Lady Maeva Viorkir. Powerful with the Force since a toddler, she was trained by powerful teachers who saw her potential. When she became older, her family sent her away to Korriban to become a Sith after being contacted by Overseer Tremel. It is unknown if Sorak knew of her family ancestry or her half-sister, Elyir Kallig, who was also present at the Academy during almost the same time.

In Korriban, Sorak trained to become a Sith Warrior and aspire to greatness. She became the brilliant apprentice of Sith Lord Darth Baras and soon Fellev would discover what betrayal felt like after her master ordered her death. However, upon surviving Baras' murder attempt, Sorak climbed up the hierarchy to become the mighty Emperor's Wrath. It was not until a long time later that Sorak was able to defeat Darth Baras in front of the Dark Council and henceforth she was officialized as the Emperor's Wrath. It is around this time that the young Sith got married to Malavai Quinn, an imperial military captain.

┃𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 / 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜┃

Extremely cunning, Sorak Fellev took advantage of others' understimation of her since a young child. While some could say that Sorak was brutal and cruel, a few selected beings saw her other side; someone understanding, charming and funny. A side that only Quinn, Vette and Gracalia were allowed to see. Fellev despised boot-licking and weakness, who led her to kill many who she considered weaklings. Nevertheless, the Sith Warrior was surprisingly capable of showing compassion and mercy despite her cruel nature.

To honor her legacy, Sorak left behind two sons: her youngest, Niran, who trained the ways of the Force and her oldest, Calian, who studied in an Imperial Academy.

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THE VU'CLAIR ARCHIVES

Hello! Welcome to my humble blog, name's Eli (she/her)! Here you'll find posts about SWTOR, KOTOR or just any Sith rambling, really. This blog is mostly dedicated to my 'Star Wars verse'. You can find the stories (only 1 available so far!) here; The Kergave Legacy.

I'm also working on another verse, but that's still a work in process <3

☽...☾

Greetings, I am Jedi Master 𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑉𝑢'𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟. While I'm recording this, I am going against the Council's order, so whoever finds this, I hope you put this knowledge to good use.

Upon my time spent in the libraries and archives, I have encountered several interesting beings who are all related, either by blood or not, to one single person; Darth Occlus a.k.a Graciar Kergave. May be a coincidence, but Lord Occlus was reported to be infected with, what we call, the Witherlus Sickness and was in contact with Project Nox. I will develop further on that in the next recording.

Unfortunatly most of the information about the particular people that I've chosen to study and comprehend have been lost to time and the archives are incomplete. I will try my best to re-organize them all. These archives will be updated as I uncover more.

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 / 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞

➵𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓┃𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚆𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑 - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚔 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟

➵𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓┃𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙽𝚘𝚡 - 𝙴𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚛 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐

➵𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓┃ᵃʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ...

➵𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕┃ᵃʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ...

𝑂𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝐹𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠

➺𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓┃𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙾𝚌𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜 - 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝙺𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚟

➺𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓┃𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 - 𝚁𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟

➺𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊

➺𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝙺𝚎𝚕

➺𝙽𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚗

➺𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚗

𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 / 𝐉𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

➵𝒋𝒆𝒅𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕┃𝙿𝚊𝚗'𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝙼𝚎𝚕'𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚛

➵𝒋𝒆𝒅𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓┃𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚢𝚊 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘

➵𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓┃ᵃʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ...

➵𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒓┃𝙺𝚊'𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚅𝚞'𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛

𝑂𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝐹𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠

➺𝒋𝒆𝒅𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓┃𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘

(ᵃʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ...)

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A Mother's Farewell ┃ Darth Occlus - Graciar Kergav

tags/warnings; mentions of mortal sickness/infection, abandonment, death, rotting.

The chambers are silence as a white-haired woman drags her feet towards a baby nest. The groans and heavy breath fill the silence along with the ocasional spasms that her body gives. She does not have much time left.

In her arms, Occlus holds a newborn child in a tight embrace. Big, curious eyes watch her, the wild curiosity of a baby, unaware of its surroundings. The newborn coos, trying to reach out to grab the long white streads of hair.

"Shush now, my love," Darth Occlus replies with a broken voice. "It'll be okay." She closes her eyes shut as the darkness comes back again. Her veins were black as a starless galaxy, the tip of her fingers were beginning to rot, and her body was using the last source of energy it could find, all to get the baby to safety before the Sickness consumed her.

A Sith hanging on to the Force, begging for it to give her one last minute with her offspring, before it takes her away. Occlus should not be beggining, how unworthy of the 'Darth' title she was, she should be fighting. Searching for a cure. But she knew it was useless, the Sickness would take her sooner or later.

Lord Occlus looked down to her child, who gazed back at her with sweet coos, and smiled. A smile full of sorrow and regret. She brought her hand to slowly caress the baby's cheek, whispering comforting words.

"You will have a life full of adventures. I hope you will do better than me, my sweet legacy. My heart. I love you so much." The baby cried as she was brought down to the white sheets of the crib. No longer feeling her mother's touch, she cried and ached for her. "Sleep now, my light, it will be okay."

Occlus contained her sobs as she took steps back, further from the crib. Someone would come here and adopt Elyir, she made sure of it. There was only one mission left for the Sith; travel to the Unknown Regions. Her ship was not far, she could still make it, and hope to die there, among the stars. Far away from everything and everyone.

Limping, the wounded Sith Lord began her path back to the ship. She felt the infection in her organs, making its way towards her heart. Maybe this was her punishment for all of those poor innocent souls she took since her first year at Korriban. She howled and wailed, begging desperately to give her a little more time.

As she reached the ship's main door, she looked behind, still hearing her child's cries echoing down the hall, but also feeling a presence entering the building; the person she payed to take care of Elyir. It had to be now.

"Forgive me, Elyir."