#seventhsith

[threeofsabers]

@seventhsith​   |||   seventh.

“Seventh.”  Third Sister called after their senior Inquisitor. Sharp, graceful, dangerous: Third had always admired her, enjoyed the games they played toying with their prey together. But after what happened on Life Day, Third was no longer playing.  “There are pressing matters we should discuss, now that only we two remain.”

[sacreficied]

@seventhsith​   //   seventh sister.

kanan was as open to the force as he thought a living creature could be, trying to broaden himself in every way possible. those things had been impossible to sense, left him overwhelm with a sense of helplessness, and he were every going to stand a chance against them, then he needed to be able to do more. but perhaps it had left him equally open to being found, he realized sullenly. “you’re following me.” of course she was.

[cravked]

@seventhsith​   //   seventh sister.

it was odd, and... painful, to see her in person again. trilla had once viewed them as, well, it was complicated. the inquisitors had never truly been a family despite the sneering titles of brother and sister, but seventh had been the closest one. but it was clear that they were no longer on the same side of anything, even if they did not identify theirself as a jedi, despite their close affiliation with so many of them these days. “sister,” she greeted with a skeptical glance. “i assume you’ve heard about eighth brother.”

[ruthlessren]

@seventhsith​   //   seventh sister.

“oh, come now.” the inquisitor stretches lazily, catlike, long limbs reaching outward. “they can wait for us. the worst they can do is complain, and the worst we can do is kill them.” there is a gleam in her eyes, one brought by both amusement at aiya and the talk of violence, the bloodshed so buried in her bones. “being on time is so out of fashion, anyways.”

she’s pretty. it makes this easy, even if he was not one to linger around in anyone else’s bed –– reaching to catch her wrist as she stretched, bringing seventh’s hand to her mouth. “kill almost all of them.” hux unfortunately had made himself valuable: a shame. they nipped the flesh of her wrist. “you look too comfortable.” aiya wrapped his lips about her thumb, teeth scraping pale green flesh before sucking on it.

[fearlessenator]

@seventhsith​   //   seventh sister.

the jedi were a group that padmé had always trusted, however little remained of the old order today. despite the reputation that had emerged around the time of her death, she had never lost her faith. apparently, that had been naive.

there was a dull throbbing in the back of her head when she came to, brown eyes fluttering as her pupils quickly dilated to deal with the bright overhead lights. it’d been a young woman, a mirialan with long hair –– she hadn’t hesitated to find somewhere private to speak with her. a massive mistake, something that she could afford to realize now. her instinct to move was quickly shut down as she realized that her hands and wrists were both bound against the uncomfortable, metal chair that she was in. the lights were so bright and fixated in a way that it made it difficult to see the remainder of the room, obvious exits or escapes not an option. instead, the only thing that her gaze could fixate on was her.

“you know who i am,” her voice was uncharacteristically raw. however long she’d been unconscious, it was longer than she realized –– she was thirsty, her stomach ached for food. “you have to realize that you’re making a mistake.”

[sacreficied]

“And still, I survive.”

( from seventh )

@seventhsith

irritation settled into the lines of his face, chin tilted down as though he were still able to truly look down upon her. somehow, it seemed like she was around every corner that he turned. “should i be impressed?” kanan responded dryly. seventh sister had a way of testing his patience that he was far from fond of, especially without anyone around to temper him out.

[mvchinery]

closed for seventh sister / @seventhsith​ !

mara had never taken much interest in the inquisitors, the few times that the emperor had her handle them. they were vader’s experiments --- useful to an extent, but barely threats. still, she recognized seventh sister, the familiar feeling in the force, & she raised her guard. she didn’t want anything to do with an empire these days, old or new, did her best to keep her distance though she’d just stolen away a stormtrooper & like hell would anyone drag her towards one.

“seventh. shouldn’t you be begging for scraps of some imperial remnant right about now ? “

[generally-scheming]

@seventhsith​  //  attn: Seventh Sister

Hux stood by his desk, hands clasped behind his back as he stared out at the star-studded void. A faint buzz prickled the base of his skull, as it often had since he’d adjusted the device that linked Padme Amidala’s survival to his own. Twice as strong to compensate for Aiya Ren’s absence. The technician had assured him it would have no adverse effects before Hux eliminated him, too.   (An unnecessary loose end.)

“I appreciate your taking the time to meet with me.”  He faced the Sith in the doorway. Now that Aiya Ren was dead, she had one less reason to be absent from meetings.  “It’s been an eventful few weeks. I expect you have questions. Let me assure you that your transmitter is in perfect working order.”