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She had found it in a place like this, cold, dark and damp.
She had killed that day just like this.
A day of parallels then. An auspicious day perhaps.

If this thing, The Holocron of Nihilus actually existed, it might even be worth getting muddy in this swamp for it.

Not about to send a minion after it, she'd come herself. Her former master had made the mistake of sending an apprentice after an ancient artefact of unknown power. A thing so old its origins stretched into the darkness of history beyond even those ancients, Yoda, Skywalker,Vader and their little fallout with the Emperor Palpatine. A pointless quest given to apprentices considered stupid and useless by their masters, or so the academy droid had said when she'd asked what it knew about The Mask Of Revan.

She stood in something squishy. The squishy thing stank.

The Mask Of Revan. Some said it was actually Mandalorian, but others said Revan and his buddy Malak had kicked the Mandos half way around the galaxy, so maybe that wasn’t true. Whatever was true, it really was a thing after all – she had it, and whoever this Revan guy had actually been, Jedi, Sith both or whatever he’d clearly had immense power, She could feel its residue every time she donned the mask.

The first time it had been a scary thing, like the time that Ayy the hopeless Twi’lek had stood in front of her fat blimp of a master as he demanded she hand him The Mask Of Revan. Yeaaaaah right. That was the day that simple little Ayy - The Star had become Ovasu - The Void , the dark space between the stars. Her blade had flashed almost without her guiding it and the fat blimp’s head had made a most satisfying metallic thunk as it hit the floor, still encased it its own stupid ugly mask.

She paused for a moment, mask in her left hand. The air in this cave was certainly fetid.

That had been very much that. The Emperor had made her a Darth on the spot. The Dark Council all either feared or hated her, and to keep the upper hand she was chasing all over the galaxy looking for more of the things that had made the ancient Sith more, so much more than their modern counterparts, so decadent, so softened by centuries of luxury that most of them couldn’t even wield a lightsabre correctly.

She couldn’t give a Wookie’s chuff for even the best Ramorean Capanata. One day the Emperor’s head would join the blimp’s on her wall and then she’d show them. She’d show them all.

All that stood between her and that was a tailor who could make the damn mask fit properly – because Lekku….. Yeah, that and maybe a Sith artefact or few. The Emperor did have an army after all.

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Daz Studio. I-ray, HDRI & Photoshop.
Produced for "Myths and Legends" at www.deviantart.com/cg-contest-… check em out.

She had found it in a place like this, cold, dark and damp.
She had killed that day just like this.
A day of parallels then. An auspicious day perhaps.

If this thing, The Holocron of Nihilus actually existed, it might even be worth getting muddy in this swamp for it.

Not about to send a minion after it, she'd come herself. Her former master had made the mistake of sending an apprentice after an ancient artefact of unknown power. A thing so old its origins stretched into the darkness of history beyond even those ancients, Yoda, Skywalker,Vader and their little fallout with the Emperor Palpatine. A pointless quest given to apprentices considered stupid and useless by their masters, or so the academy droid had said when she'd asked what it knew about The Mask Of Revan.

She stood in something squishy. The squishy thing stank.

The Mask Of Revan. Some said it was actually Mandalorian, but others said Revan and his buddy Malak had kicked the Mandos half way around the galaxy, so maybe that wasn’t true. Whatever was true, it really was a thing after all – she had it, and whoever this Revan guy had actually been, Jedi, Sith both or whatever he’d clearly had immense power, She could feel its residue every time she donned the mask.

The first time it had been a scary thing, like the time that Ayy the hopeless Twi’lek had stood in front of her fat blimp of a master as he demanded she hand him The Mask Of Revan. Yeaaaaah right. That was the day that simple little Ayy - The Star had become Ovasu - The Void , the dark space between the stars. Her blade had flashed almost without her guiding it and the fat blimp’s head had made a most satisfying metallic thunk as it hit the floor, still encased it its own stupid ugly mask.

She paused for a moment, mask in her left hand. The air in this cave was certainly fetid.

That had been very much that. The Emperor had made her a Darth on the spot. The Dark Council all either feared or hated her, and to keep the upper hand she was chasing all over the galaxy looking for more of the things that had made the ancient Sith more, so much more than their modern counterparts, so decadent, so softened by centuries of luxury that most of them couldn’t even wield a lightsabre correctly.

She couldn’t give a Wookie’s chuff for even the best Ramorean Capanata. One day the Emperor’s head would join the blimp’s on her wall and then she’d show them. She’d show them all.

All that stood between her and that was a tailor who could make the damn mask fit properly – because Lekku….. Yeah, that and maybe a Sith artefact or few. The Emperor did have an army after all.