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Lilith built a face of sorrow within the after glow of her own reflection. A reflection of memory. Nuzzled between her hands was the object of her fixation. No powerful object coveted by the wielders of the Force nor something as story enriching as battle plans to turn the tide of war. No this was but a humble crystal woven within a leather strip to be worn around the neck.

It wasn't even a stunning gem but a milky chunk of, probably, a bigger even less so important rock.

Yet for all the low born qualities this piece was made from it reminded Lilith of a moment in time where she actually felt something for a man that centered himself firmly in his daughter's ire. The engines of rattled Lilith from her memories for a moment looking up to see the streaming star glow of hyperspace still in the front view port. Nothing was happening and Colt was doing his own thing whilst they traveled to his home. Thinking back to the crystal Lilith floated into her mind recalling the origins of this trinket. Back a year or so but then again maybe not that long.

To a planet of sand and power, blood and turmoil, fear and intrigue. A Planet the Sith called Korriban.

It was hot enough to boil a Zilt'ch egg. Even as the glow of the sun faded behind the horizon Lilith hunched in shadow awaiting her father's command. He had brought them here to silence a voice that spoke against Lord Blood's interests. To Lilith the political game was a far flung understanding not easily reached by her understanding.

However what she did know was this was the first time she was allowed to go out and be of use. No longer dwelling within the prison of her father's training center or even forced to hear another one of that Fox's infuriating quips.

Here she evaluated the landscape from on high towering above a dead Sith's tomb or a ruined structure dedicated to another sod's self indulgence. History didn't matter here but what did matter was the host occupying it now. Several Sith sentries and even a pair of mounted weapons. Of course they had droids and other toys of destruction but Slade didn't care. He was silent as he too observed the goal below but unlike his daughter beside him he stared down into the belly of that maw at his target.

The Sith Lord known as Yiart Kalga. A human scared by war and granted title by the previous Dark Lord. Her other name known was Daldrass the Silent blade.

"Raph. -Raphael! Come in?" Lilith spoke with a harsh whisper. "I think the ship is out of range"

Lilith was caked in black attire. A rather tight Sith designed cloth outfitted with dark and glossy hard points across her chest, wrists, knees, and back. This was something an assassin wore and not the girl beside Lord Blood. Even her eyes were masked by the red glow of goggle like mechanical fixtures atop the mask she wore. "What do you wish to do?"

Lilith asked Slade as the com-link fizzled into static.

Laying over a sheetless bed, Blood dreamed a many of things. No longer needing coverings such as clothes or even boots, Blood had laid in the bed as naked as a half-dragon half-man could consider himself to be. Broad and open against the light of other moons, his mind traveled down not nightmares or torments, but to a simpler time. One where he didn't have to fear losing his kingdom, his life, one where he wasn't savaged on all sides by opposing forces. Where he still looked like the handsome man he stole the body of. One where he still had little girl, his Son even.
A simpler time, indeed...

There he was, helm not attached to the top of his collars links, instead hanging in his left arm's clench. Encased in his dragon scale armor, he was a man of growing legend. His golden irises glared at that castle, onyx mane blowing in the vile breath of the planet's exhales. There was much to get done, and always with a plan, the Dragon King responded, bending to speak to her personally rather than through finicky techware. He wanted her to be infused with the passion that he felt for this hunt, for her to have the same blood-drive he had to cull those who stood against their Pack. This was their home, their territory. But youth's knew not the plights of adults, let alone Alphas. So in essence, the attempt was more than likely useless.

"We are going to besiege this garbage. The minor sect of droids for basic assault will split into my pack, and we will provide a distraction for this wench while you find yourself an entryway, and seek her back as it turns to you. If you can shut down power for them, kill their shields, anything and everything you can to seal away this imposer's fate into the Void." Those hellish eyes nearly glared a hole into the front of that tower as his mind made up the ploy. "We will blow through the front, and you will seek anything through the sides, or the back."

He knelt hunched as dark figure of doom. A demon born from the fears of the innocent cowering with their loved ones held close praying, hoping, they would be passed by and another soul sat his hunger. This was Slade Xandir to his daughter. A beast well dressed sporting tools of civility while he dinned at a table of gore.

Even as she waited for a response the wind howled around Lord Blood's form as though his touch were like blades bleeding out desperate screams of agony. So much raw power in his essence gestured to an imposing man that shaped assumptions to their worse with but a stare. Lilith swallowed softly as he at last moved to her face and nestled a reply to her ear. "-We will blow through the front, and you will seek anything through the sides, or the back."

A hasty nod met Slade to confirm his plan had been acknowledged all be it a bit shakenly so.

"Yes, -father" both eyes fell to her feet and so did the chin in an instinctual gesture of submissiveness. Lilith mused over this memory taking note of her attitude then as opposed to now. How she fell in line but resented her father in secret corners. What was the turning point? Was it fear and that same resentment festering into sickness that couldn't be contained? Had she not concealed her emotions so well by masking them in the moment with more pleasant thoughts might he have noticed and cut it out as if it were a cancer?

Then again perhaps Slade Xandir knew how she felt all along and wanted to harvest her dispassion for a later use. It was indeed a puzzle that chilled the skin to blisters.

In the end the back breaking blow to Lilith's insubordination could be attributed to how she knew Lord Blood in the dawning months of their union. The man was a God to her. A Dark and sinister God but a God no less. Able to bend knees, wills, even elements to his own authority that Lilith believed so much more mighty compared to herself or brother Raphael.

Until the grand illusion fell to truth that Slade was still just a man the daughter of this Alpha may have never left his shadow after all.

Back to the memory Lilith recalled how she turned from the All-Father and set to his task well enough. Scaling down the crumbling landscape reaching for the shadows to mask her movements. This land was cursed. Left to a rot more depraved than its care takers that dwelled there. Some stones crumbled to dust with weight as light as the wind while more had been shaped into blades able to rend flesh. This was the second part as to why her movements were so slow though agile.

Half the hour passed before she found herself a hundred meters to the rear flank of the structure awaiting some formal sign from her Father. Knowing him and his passion for flare it may be dramatic. In hindsight Lilith understood where her own flare came from.

Time began to chill as she nodded her cooperation, a tactful posture for someone who didn't need to understand the circumstance of this issue, only the need to see to it being done. Blood appreciated how swift she was to comply, flitting away like a Shadow after someone turned on the light. It was only mere moments before she was gone, awaiting his orders to set the scene.

And set the scene, he did.

Forward he marched after ensuring his Daughter wasn't met with any hostility as she went on her way, and with him, the Massassi flanking him while the disposable droids were in time with each other though the trek forward. It was the last glance he truly cast at her, making she was-

Before he commanded it, something snatched his attention from the lithe girl, and after he pieced through the situation with those matching golden eyes. An explosion followed with a swift blow which actually woke him from the initial dream. Startled, he sat up, massive form flailing, thick claws digging in the mattress with enough vice to puncture it with ease.

But the memory continued as his heart rate slowed. The memory of the front of the castle being blown apart by the droids who hid behind the lady's doors and scuttled to meet Blood's own forces. It was no surprise that she had seen they were all there; but the true surprise was the meeting the woman would have with his Daughter.

Regardless, Blood engaged his team with the oncoming enemy, droids clashing against droids, Massassi against Sith Acolytes and Warriors alike. It was an immediate slaughter of both sides, blood and bolts sailing across the density of this death drenched field. Smoke screamed silently from spilled blood heating the air and sparks of slashed wires and such. Blood had only remembered the blur of carnage which he had involved himself in, and all of it he adored. Faces of the humanoids came and went as he gutted and massacred them. He remembered them all, but stayed long on none of them. What mattered was that he was triumphant, and despite him losing a third of his own pack, more arrived just as more poured out of the fortress. Aerial support would be called in soon...
Lilith had better make her mark, and soon enough before she too was blown to smithereens.