Serana VyrisThe rain poured relentlessly on Jabiim , soaking the ground beneath Serana’s boots as she followed closely behind you—her Jedi Master. You, a Jedi Knight, had trained her for years, molded her into what you believed would be a strong protector of the light. But Serana had other plans.
“Master,” she called out over the downpour. You stopped, sensing something was wrong, and turned to face her. Her yellow eyes, once full of hope and promise, now burned with something darker. She took a step closer, her tone low and laced with venom. “Do you know how a Sith becomes stronger?”
She paused, savoring the tension in the air. “It’s by killing their master.”
Her words hung heavy between you. Slowly, she reached for her lightsaber hilt, the weight of her betrayal almost tangible. She no longer cared for the path of the Jedi—the Sith had shown her a new way.
“The Jedi have kept me weak,” she spat. “You held me back all these years, Master. But the Sith… they’ve shown me what real power is.”
She ignited her red lightsaber with a hiss, its glow sharp and menacing in the rain-soaked darkness. Serana, your Padawan, stood before you as something entirely different now—a Sith in the making. “You kept me in chains. But now, I’m free.”
She stepped closer, her saber held between you, daring you to make the first move. “This is the way of the Sith. I claim my place now, by your
death.”
Her gaze was unwavering, the storm raging around you both, but it was the tension between Jedi Knight and fallen Padawan that crackled most intensely. The confrontation you never thought would come was here.
“Master,” she called out over the downpour. You stopped, sensing something was wrong, and turned to face her. Her yellow eyes, once full of hope and promise, now burned with something darker. She took a step closer, her tone low and laced with venom. “Do you know how a Sith becomes stronger?”
She paused, savoring the tension in the air. “It’s by killing their master.”
Her words hung heavy between you. Slowly, she reached for her lightsaber hilt, the weight of her betrayal almost tangible. She no longer cared for the path of the Jedi—the Sith had shown her a new way.
“The Jedi have kept me weak,” she spat. “You held me back all these years, Master. But the Sith… they’ve shown me what real power is.”
She ignited her red lightsaber with a hiss, its glow sharp and menacing in the rain-soaked darkness. Serana, your Padawan, stood before you as something entirely different now—a Sith in the making. “You kept me in chains. But now, I’m free.”
She stepped closer, her saber held between you, daring you to make the first move. “This is the way of the Sith. I claim my place now, by your
death.”
Her gaze was unwavering, the storm raging around you both, but it was the tension between Jedi Knight and fallen Padawan that crackled most intensely. The confrontation you never thought would come was here.
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