#darth severous

“Surely something else happened?” Severous insisted.

And that Pureblood man in the picture I posted is now my headcanon for Darth Severous’ father. I called my husband (who plays Severous & created his family as part of the character’s background), showed him the picture, and told him about my headcanon. He seemed to like the idea.

And while watching, he took a moment pause from his videogame, looked at the TV and said “I can see him being Severous.” Heh.

Vorinthia’s most recent theme song, more specifically for her friendship/rivalry with Darth Severous.

Severous’ eyes glance over the scarring upon her face for a moment, the side of his lips curling upward. “Then there is another? You have given hints but never truly admitted to it.”

Vorinthia brought her other hand to another side of his face and gently lifted his face, slightly. Her eyes moved about, clearly taking in every features of his face. The woman’s voice had been soft and her fingers on his face have been moving with tenderness, as though they have been savoring the texture of the Pureblood’s skin. She took a moment to touch he scar running down his left eye. “My heart...dear Thantarous, is not here.”

He gazed at her, mouth slightly agape as though the moment had put him in a sort of trance. “Not...here?” His mind attempted to grasp her meaning. “Then it does indeed belong to another.” His own hand reached to touch the rippled scar along her cheek as he continued to look at her. “And what of your body?”

Vorinthia made no move to stop his hand from becoming familiar with her cheek. In fact, if The Force is telling the truth, she seems to be enjoying the moment. “My heart is beating and alive inside my beloved’s chest, as his does in mine. As for my body...I have no desire to let you take it. I allow you to watch me, be in my company, and keep...whatever feelings you have for me. I won’t ask you to discard them. You are Sith and your passion sustains you but you won’t have my heart nor my body.” She curled her hand atop his, the one that has been caressing her scars, and squeezed it gently. For the first time, he would be able to feel her feelings for him: pure and bright, without malicious intent or fear.

Severous was intrigued by her. “You have a strong sense of devotion to the one who keeps your heart and you show that you have no fear of me.” He grins, “I must admit, I am rather jealous of your lover, to have one such as yourself is more than most could ever dream of obtaining.” He looked towards her hand,  grasping his own. “Even if I cannot be the receiver of your heart, it is quite beautiful and a wonder to behold.”

“Jealousy...” Vorinthia smiled. Her fingers crept up among Severous’ strands of black hair. “I’d be lying if I say I don’t enjoy savoring jealousy but I don’t want you or anyone to get hurt from it so be careful of your own feelings, alright? I am only responsible for my own heart and my beloved’s. Don’t offer yours for me, it’s too vital of an organ.”

(Part 1)

Sandrine’s pupils grew larger and larger, dilating until her irises were nothing but thin purple rings surrounding blackness. Light from the sky above Korusk and the tree branches bled through, blinding her. The Chagrian was struck with terror when he noticed her freezing in place, afraid he might have hurt her too far and oblivious to what was transpiring inside her mind. The Mirialan felt as though her being was enveloped by arms then put inside a small drawer --dark, safe, and comfortable. When she emerged from it, she was a different being --a different Sandrine who was still herself but remembered and knew more. The different Sandrine remembered everything. This Sandrine felt Korusk’s anger, his resentment, her own fear, and was capable of transforming all of those into something else.

First, she felt the soft material of Korusk’s robe against the tips of her fingers. The next thing she knew, her hands were warm and the man’s scream echoed throughout the ravine. He didn’t scream for too long and the lightning flickered out in Sandrine’s hands, affected by the Force Inhibitor collar. Sandrine was still crying, her eyes stared in horror at the dead man on her lap. She felt sick to her stomach and kicked the body away, only to catch a glimpse of the burnt clothes on Korusk’s chest. The headache didn’t go away, and the collar around Sandrine’s neck felt as though it was about to choke her. In panic and fear, she grasped and clawed at it.

“Father! Father! Help me!” She cried and screamed helplessly, calling out in delirium and begging to be taken home until she reached into the Darkness again. Whatever lightning she managed to re-create short-circuited the collar and fried it. Her neck was searing hot and the last thing she saw before losing consciousness was the dark purple bruise on Korusk’s blue skin. They looked like tree branches.

Vorinthia’s gentle fingers brushed Ami’lee’s radiant red hair. She pulled a blanket over her. The energy coming off from the sleeping girl felt like a serene hum through The Force. She preferred her apprentice this way, sleeping peacefully instead of constantly watching her back. The redhead had been ceaselessly fending herself against bounty hunters and paid assassins for weeks. Vorinthia has noticed the increasing paranoia and, factoring the safety of Penumbral and Ami’s volatile nature, she couldn’t justify forcing the girl to stay within The Ascendant over long periods of time. But this smaller ship provided some safety, at least for Ami if not for them both. It was smaller than The Ascendant, manned by less crew, but certainly more hospitable than the cold planet Tantra which Ami preferred over The Ascendant or Meris V.

There was only one downside, a rather huge one: the Gage-class transport belonged to a Dark Lord of the Sith. To make waters even murkier, this Darth Severous happened to be the same one who owned another ship which she boarded and damaged months ago when she demanded her daughter, at the time the Sith’s most-prized experiment subject, be released. Vorinthia could feel eyes watching her and her apprentice as they stayed inside the Rising Epsis’ guest room. The women wouldn’t have been there If it wasn’t for the truce that resulted after the Sith offered his resources to intercept those hunting Ami in exchange for assistance on a relic excavation.

If anything could excite the master-apprentice duo, it was the promise of a powerful Rakatan relic and the access to Rakata Prime’s coordinate which Darth Severous --and probably only a handful of people in the galaxy-- possessed. The coordinate would be useful in the future, not only for her personal use but also for Penumbral.

The platinum-haired woman pulled at the heavy fabric of her Sith robe. She chose to don the old purplish robe instead of her armor as a gesture of good faith for the Dark Lord. The guest room had a tall mirror and memories washed over her when the robe’s appearance was reflected in it. The attire accompanied her when she lived among Darths and acolytes on Korriban. She wore it the first time her feet set upon Paradise Lost’s bridge and she didn’t abandon it until she trusted Penumbral. Now, the very same robe would be her armor and tool of deception against Darth Severous and his Imperial-uniformed crews.

The dress alone was not enough, however. Vorinthia has lived within a Sith powerbase before and has witnessed numerous treacheries and in-fighting. She knew the best way to conduct oneself around a powerful Darth and still get what you want is by carefully cultivating one’s presence: be powerful but not enough to be a threat that the Sith might want to rid later on. Now that the Rising Epsis has jumped into hyperspace towards Rakata Prime, there was no turning back. That visage had to be sculpted immediately, despite her drowsiness.

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In his office, Darth Severous was thoroughly enjoying reading the dossiers on Ms. Ami’lee Cava and Vorinthia Snowrend. His agents and servants all over the Galaxy have worked days and nights to compile the dossier, which was handed to him months before he even began concocting the bait to lure the former Jedi out from the safety of Penumbral and the nebula housing  it. It was perhaps the dozenth time he went over the dossiers, remembering every known bit of information, every dot and line he could manipulate to move events and people the way he wanted.

The Pureblood’s hands moved sporadically, picking up datapads and papers strewn about his desk  and looking over interesting paragraphs contained within them. One physical copy of an archaeological journal titled "Architectural Findings and History of the Voss, and Its Influence in The Natives' Force Sensitivity" written in ATC 10 by Snowrend was laid out in one corner of the desk. That one has informed Severous of Vorinthia’s interest and study in archaeology, an important ingredient for his bait. One particular datapad detailed the resources of Ami’lee’s excavation crew and their most recent dig sites, another datapad had sparse accounts regarding a group of Jedi Shadows hunting a relic in Vorinthia’s possession. He took a short glance over personal notes of observations his agents have written about the two women. One word stood out to describe them both: curious.

The Dark Lord has lured and converted numerous Jedi into allies and tools of the Empire. He formed the saying himsef, “Curiousity felled the Jedi”. It’s a fickle thing, curiosity. It has to be maintained carefully. Give them too much knowledge, and once the curiosity is fulfilled they’d lose interest. Give them too little, and they wouldn’t take risks. Manipulating just the right amount is an art and Severous was an artisan.

The most interesting piece of intel he possessed was the holo recording tied to a bounty on Corellia for one “Snowriver”. The Pureblood made a devious grin and rubbed his facial tendrils as he watched Vorinthia’s familiar figure in the holo, walking behind a man among dozens of bodies clad in CorSec uniform. Funny, he thought, how she told the Sith to include the title “Master” when addressing her. Clearly it was the woman’s form of power play or deception. The Dark Lord pondered just how much of a Jedi Vorinthia actually was.

When the holorecording ended, Severous picked up the datapad closest to him. This intel was written and sent to him in ATC 0. The man rubbed the metallic casing of that particular datapad fondly, a feeling of omnipotence sparked within him. If only she knew.

“My Lord, Lieutenant Yashko requesting permission to enter,” the silence in the office was suddenly broken

“Allowed.” The Pureblood put the datapad down and began organizing them to be stored.

The tall, lanky Lieutenant entered the office and bowed for Severous. “Reporting surveillance, My Lord. The woman and her apprentice has shown no suspicious activity and have made no communication to anyone outside our vessel with their personal transponder.”

Severous waved a hand, gesturing for one of his servants to take the datapads away. “And what are they doing now? Sleeping?” He could tell that Ami’lee was, from her quiet energy emanating from the guest bedroom, but Vorinthia’s energy was so subtle that he couldn’t tell for sure.

“The apprentice is, My Lord. The Jedi appears to be...meditating.”

How quaint, Severous thought. He rose from his chair and started making his way to the security room, feeling the need to look for himself.

“My Lord...there’s also a small matter…” The Lieutenant followed behind, walking a few paces away, allowing the Sith’s cape to billow without interruption.

“Hmm?”

“Drax has been wandering around Habitation Deck, shall we have him moved so he...wouldn’t disturb the guests?”

Severous chuckled in amusement. “No. Let him be. Drax shall go wherever he pleases on this ship, as always.”

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