The Rise of Kinta Vetasa (Char Dev)

[Kell Sangros]

OOC: Takes place after the events on the Lucazec thread

-Location: Karza, Sojourn's Primary-

The Lord of War sat on his throne, the throne room in his stronghold was very spacious, open space, in each corner was a pillar engraved with Sith runes, not of power or enchantment but of his exploits his rise to the position he now holds in the Sith. He had no guards , if someone was stupid enough to try to end him, he would rather end them personally. He had assembled the Dawn Patrol and it had run several successful missions, but the last one had losses. Sureshot and T’ver were lost. Sureshot killed in Action, T’ver had been kidnapped with no leads. He tasked his CO in co-coordinating his retrieval He had summoned one of the members of the team, the one code-named Widow. He had made his intentions known to the Unit’s CO code named Wiretap. He had sat and waited for his operative to come. His arms rested on the armrests of his throne, it was a large comfortable chair, adorned with engravings. It was not a symbol of power for him, more like a symbol of who was Master of this world. The room was still, with silence.

Widow had been summoned to the throne room, she had received the summons via KL-PK1, Warvanus’ personal protocol droid who had a peculiar personality, a curmudgeon but he did not disobey his programming in serving the Sith Lord. She had also been informed by Wiretap her CO. She had spent a few moments making herself presentable. Her black hair medium length hung loose instead of pulled back as she normally would have when in the field, expressive brown eyes, she walked with a swagger a slight swing in her hips , it was a walk of confidence. She had served in the Sith Military, ascended to the rank of Warrant Officer before being granted a commission of first Lieutenant, since then she had been decorated, and was definitely among the elite for soldiers. She was cold and calculating when in the field, she had made a lot of her name sake. As a sniper she was among the top three in the whole of the Sith Empire and now, she was in the elite of the elite. She always had a knack of being able to follow a target where technology failed. That fact is what she believed attracted the Lord of War. For a Sith Lord Warvanus had the blood lust of any other she had encountered but most that she knew were conniving, clung to the shadows whereas Warvanus was the opposite, a true warrior and it was that trait that she found to be the most appealing aspect to her. That was why those who served under him respected him more than feared. He was one who would rather be on the ground in the field fighting with those who served him.

She approached the two massive doors to the throne room, and before she laid a finger on them, they opened on their own accord. She stepped through with that same walk, and as she approached the throne , she bent the knee and bowed before the Lord of War, the one called the War-Bringer. She did not say anything.

Warvanus could sense her presence as she approached and with a nudge from the Force she opened the doors that granted entrance to the massive throne room. “Welcome Jaselle Crestingrider codenamed Widow, it is good you have answered my summons” he said as he rose from his throne and took a couple steps towards her.

“You May Rise” he said when he came to a stop. The fit woman did as she was commanded. She stood at attention, as her military training protocols kicked in. Warvanus had circled her as if he was appraising her measuring her up. It was a long moment before the Sith Lord spoke.

“I am removing you from the Dawn Patrol” he said at last. “I have another sniper who is inbound as we speak”

Widow said nothing, but inside she was shocked. She had a flawless record and now her distinction as being the best of the best was taken away from her. Anger and indignation began to rise in the young woman. It was like a beacon through the Force.

“I sense your anger, it burns like a burning star in the Force” he said as he was once again standing in front of her. “Do you think I would pull an officer of your quality from a post if I didn’t have something better for you?”

She looked him in the eye, she figured if he was going to kill her, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, but she pushed the thought aside as he listened and then nodded. “I do not know why or what my Lord has planned but I will serve in any manner you see fit my Lord”

She doesn’t know he thought to himself. “Have you ever wondered how you can follow your target with deadly accuracy when equipment cannot?” She said nothing as he continued “You are able to do this extraordinary feat because you have sensitivity to the Force, a strong one” He let the silence hang in the air before he continued. “My intention is not to hold you back, or to tarnish your career, but it is my intention to elevate you, I sense greatness from you, as someone who could be worthy”

She took a moment to speak not sure of the words to formulate her thoughts. “I have always felt different than the rest “ she paused before continuing “What would you have me do my Lord?”

She really did not know what he was about to offer her. He smiled, the last apprentice he had taken was Krieger who was a former slave. Her potential was stronger than that of his top operative. “I would have you become my apprentice, if you do so your military career is over, you would be elevated beyond the military, you would answer only to me, As you know a sith Acolyte outranks even the highest ranked among the military. You will only get one chance at this offer. If you decline then you will return to your unit and serve me until you die” which she was sure if she were to refuse that he would have her killed.

“Decide now” he commanded

She stood there weighing it all in her mind, if she was successful in being his apprentice she would have little to no equal. She would be great, powerful. The choice was an easy one for her to make and her choice would please her new Master. She had no family ties, no husband, no children, she had been an orphan hardened by the Corellian streets, tempered by the Sith Military Corps, and now she would shed that skin to become something greater. She wanted this, but never dreamed it would be a reality. She hated the Jedi, she hated the Galatic Alliance, this would be a means to an end of dishing out revenge to those who wronged her. Her choice was clear and it would be an easy one, as she spoke she spoke with confidence, and of someone who knew what she wants.

“I accept my Master” she said as she knelt before him.

“Is it your will to join your destiny forever to that of the Order of the Sith Lords” he asked, she looked up and answered

“Yes my Master”

“Then it is done” he said apprasing her “The woman Jaselle Crestingrider is no more, as is the woman who was known by so many as Widow, the truth of you my apprentice from now and forever more shall be” he paused as if searching for an answer through the Force “Kinta Vetasa” in the Sith language he knew it translated to Black Siren, she would be a valuable servant to the Dark Side.

“You knelt as Jaselle Crestingrider but you now rise as Kinta Vetasa” She obeyed and rose to her feet.

“Come back at dawn my apprentice we will begin your training”

“Yes master” Kinta Vetasa said as she bowed her head and turned to leave, in the short time she was in his presence her whole life had yet changed again, she would throw herself into her training, her Master’s approval is all she sought and she would kill anybody who stood in her way of accomplishing that goal.

Kinta Vetasa was born….