Veroe
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IC: Lady Viconia
Lady Viconia was a dark lord of the Sith. Which was good, since if she was in the more civilized systems of the Republic she'd be imprisoned as a sociopath, incapable of empathizing with the pain and suffering of others, indeed she had always become aroused being cruel and sadistic towards others, even before she learned she could wield the darkside of the force. Within the Great Sith Order a horrible monster such as herself flourished, gaining prestige and honored esteem of the Great Empress of the Sith Empire herself.
Even then Viconia was something of a maverick in the Great Sith Order. For the most part she was free to pursue her passion for Sith alchemy, merging the artful use of the power of the darkside with cutting edge science unfettered by something as unimportant as ethical concerns.
Antorix II was a small out of the way moon in an unimportant frontier of the outer rim far from the frontlines where the Sith Empress's legions clashed lightsabers with the combined armies of Jedi knights and the resurgent Republic forces. Several sectors had been lost and the long war was beginning a new phase. The Empress was looking for new weapons to turn the tide of the war. That was what Viconia was on this unimportant dirtball.
Antorix Prime, a blue-green gas giant, hung in the night sky, as well as five of the seven sisters of Antorix II. This was a mountainous moon. Some of its peaks reached high enough to poke above the atmosphere of the moon itself. It was a cold world during winter snowdrifts would reach as high ten or twenty meters. But it was the height of summer now where it was warm and muggy for four months in the Antoran year. Here the few inhabitants of Antorix mined condensed Tibana ore from the deep hearts of the mountains. A vital resource for the war effort, but Antorix contributed so little to the overall production and so far from the front that it was ignored and left to its on devices. Perfect for the location of her research laboratory.
Which was what brought her to stand at the foot of her shuttle in the middle of a pinprick village nestled in one of the mountain valleys. Her mutant razorbeast, a previous experiment, specially engineered by her to track down vergeances in the force. Growling in its semi-sentient language it bounded on all six legs down the ramp eager to seek out its quarry.
She was fortunate to find a vergeance here on Antorix II when she was in need of new material to experiment her craft upon. The razorbeast bounded off sounding its hunt to her. She walked calmly after it as the villagers parted, giving her a wide-berth. She passed several people that had been severely cut for failing to get out of her pet's path in time. She paid their weeping, crying, bodies no heed. Small, irrelevant, stone-ants buzzing around her boots as she strolled by. They were beneath her notice. She was here for one thing.
The razorbeast howled. It had found it. Viconia rounded a corner to see her pet snarling at a man viciously. At a gesture from her it quieted and sat on its haunches waiting and watching the man, the boy, really.
She looked down at him saying imperiously, "Come along, little rock-worm, I have need of you."
