#vtriggers

she, herself, is only visiting. her stare momentarily lingers on the buffet in front of her, containing a multitude of donuts and pots of coffee. when the words sink in, they provoke a loud scoff, and then a cynical laugh— who the fuck was this guy talking to? spinning around, irritation is etched into shiv's face. there's no need for the hostility, but the statement offends her more than it should— the ego of a roy veering into a blade. like a lion hunting for its prey, shiv begins to feel as if something greater is at stake— territorial instincts settling into her bones.

the stage had been set. the clash of two mighty sith lords, words bouncing down the darkened halls they stood in— the prelude to the cataclysmic battle that awaited them. they'd once been friends, following each other to the end of the galaxy and beyond. that was a long ago. things had changed, times had changed, and they had changed.

the words strike a chord deep within malak, the bitter taste of power slipping through his grasp. tall and imposing, dark cloak billowing around him, he fixes his intense gaze as his face twists into a wicked smile. a fiery intensity burns within his eyes, voice dripping with a blend of resentment and defiance breaking the silence.

"foolish words, revan. more foolish than i could have anticipated." the words come out as a sneer, malak taking a step forward. "power is not something to be gained only to be lost. it's a force to be seized, wielded, and molded to one's will. and those who possess it, like us, are destined to reshape the galaxy in our image. you once knew that."

gloved hand instinctively tightening around the hilt of his crimson lightsaber, a flicker of anger dances within the depths of their shared history. they once stood together, arm-in-arm, as brothers. united in their quest for dominion.

"you turned your back on the power that was rightfully ours. you abandoned the sith teachings, the very essence of who we are! and now, you dare to speak of losing power?" voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper laced with a venomous threat, a bark of laughter emits. a faint hum resonates through the corridor as malak's lightsaber emerged from its hilt, a crimson penumbra casting itself across the room. eyes narrowing, the fire within them burned brighter than ever.

Lost was an understatement— fucked was a better choice of words, in her professional opinion. When Padmé became a senator for the Republic, as her political advisor, it was only fair for Shiv to assume there may be some opposition. [After all— when isn't there in the world of politics? Leaving out all mentions of political tension with those attempting to depart from the Republic Senate.] Assassination attempts leading to a Chancellor-signed twenty-four hour Jedi security detail, though? That was a first— one that left her scratching her head. [Weren't the Jedi meant to stay out of political situations?]