#jaerah

Her lightsaber hummed with a low and steady buzz as she took a stride to the side, never taking her eyes off her former Master. Under any other circumstances, she would have reveled in the prospect of killing her own Master, but it had gone much too far, and become far too personal. Though she would savor every moment of her Master's last breath, she found herself consumed with the pure hatred that had replaced all other feelings between the two. She scoffed, frowning and gritting her teeth as she waited for the right moment. How fitting it was to end her life there, before the eyes of the Dark Council, disgraced and ridiculed for all of eternity... She would make Darth Veskasa Kahn vanish from all records, undo her existence... Remove her from Jaerah's personal history...

It had all started on a particularly hot day on Korriban. The sand was scorching under her boots as she walked across it toward the shuttle that would take her to the Imperial Fleet. She smiled, grinned even, as she turned back to glance at the glory that was the Sith Academy. Though, in appearance, it was nothing more than a planet full of red dust and withered tombs, she gazed at the academy with a sense of pride, her journey toward greatness finally having started. She would walk in the footsteps of her father, Darth K'zrion Crowley, and see first hand the tales she had been told as a child.