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Amongst the onlooking crowd for Master Veraxis and Kaelus's battlefield dance, Myrren quietly moved her way to the front. Her dark hood raised, blending in with the lesser acolytes as she observed the training. Taking note of every move and every word spoken.
She both unimpressed and...
Vanya's responses continue to please Myrren. No condescension nor any annoying rebuttals, just understanding, agreement, and suggestions. It certainly aided in Myrren's confidence with the operation.
"Not just the illusion of control, but the illusion of safety as well. It must be kept in...
Myrren nodded as she looked over the brand new data pad handed to her, satisfied with Vanya's explanation. The gears turning in her mind as she thought of her next move.
"If Lady Dee prefers discretion, then we shall have discretion. Narrative wise, everything shall be business as usual. These...
It did not take long before Myrren was intercepted by someone else— Vanya Creed, an aide of the Lady Perenelle Dee, a newfound ally of the Obsidian Court. She hadn't met the Lady Dee yet, so Myrren had no strong opinions towards the woman, besides being glad at her newfound allegiance towards...
Myrren glanced back at the heavy doors opening and watched with cautious curiosity as General Kaela Draal approached and said her piece. She gave no response beyond giving respectful nods of acknowledgement. There was nothing of substance she could say to the General, her words were nothing, but...
To be trusted with overseeing the newly claimed Syngia sector by her masters was nothing short of a great privilege and opportunity to prove herself that Myrren had been craving for so long. The honor once belonged to her greatest rival, Yulvaris, until his recent failures on Malachor. Myrren...
Myrren had braced her mind for such an attack, but it wasn't enough to evade or resist the coils of the dark side against her mind. Soon, she found herself in the isolated, twisted space of darkness, held down by thorny vines that dug through the fabric of her robes and into her flesh.
The hot...
"Failure must be such a difficult pill for you to swallow, Yulvaris."
The woman's voice came from behind him, chiding and mocking. When Yulvaris turned, he'd see the hooded figure of Myrren Naarah, a familiar face. She was one of the many Sith Acolytes of Veraxis, one raised alongside him to be...
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