Alethia has dedicated her life to a series of institutions, each of which has ultimately failed her. The Empire was built on a lie, the Brotherhood’s flaws are obvious, and Odan-Urr rejected her vision of the clan as a regional power ensuring order and prosperity. Even the Principate proved unworthy of its place in the galaxy and her support. Faced with such imperfect tools, how can she build a better world?

Alethia has gone from a true believer to what her detractors have always painted her as: a cynic who will bend organizations and people to her own ends. She works for—and against—any number of factions, accumulating as much influence with each as she can manage. Her ultimate goal remains a mystery to those around her.

If there is one thing Alethia understands about the Force, it’s that her understanding so far has been insufficient. If her longstanding break with the Jedi didn’t prove that, her complete underestimation of the Grand Master’s power before the Battle of Arx did. She finds that both Jedi and Sith have deep-rooted failings in their philosophies and, more importantly, offer little to those without a natural talent in the Force. So Alethia spends much of her time searching out other teachings from traditions both current and long dead, hoping to find something that can help her even the playing field.

A naturally gregarious woman who was raised for life as a socialite and trained to manipulate and deceive, Alethia has an almost instinctive understanding of etiquette and overpowering charisma. A warm smile, liberal use of compliments, and an apparently-inexhaustible desire to listen make for good first impressions and fast friends. However, years of deceit and paranoia prevent her from lowering her guard enough to truly connect to people. Alethia has many superficial friends, but hardly any that she really trusts. Her charm inevitably proves less overwhelming the better one knows her. When her cold, calculating Imperial nature shows through in times of duress or moral conflict, the gap between appearance and reality often proves jarring to her colleagues.

As a skilled propagandist and career intelligence officer, Alethia knows that information is both weapon and battlefield, both the goal and the means to attain it. This understanding is so integral to Archenksova’s mindset that it colors her every interaction. Every conversation is both interrogation and persuasive act, and she is always “on message,” presenting a comprehensive worldview that sweeps up those around her and sweeps away any facts that contradict her. The curated reality she presents to friend and foe alike inevitably relies on omissions, thought-terminating clichés, and the occasional outright lie. Such lies cost her the High Councillor position, and it’s only a matter of time before they blow up in her face again.

Alethia’s old Imperial training is only the foundation of her skillset; now years of guerilla warfare and dedicated training on how to kill Force users have built upon it. One lesson has come through loud and clear: her opponents almost always have the advantage in a fair, straight-up confrontation. So Alethia does whatever she can to seize the initiative and keep her enemy off balance and reacting to her moves. She doesn’t care about elegance, technique, or fairness in combat. Her only concern is finding a way to crush any resistance as efficiently as possible. Consequently, she fixates on destroying her enemy and is loath to withdraw and negotiate a peaceful settlement, even if it would be more beneficial to her or her allies.

Alethia approaches combat from an unsentimental and strategic perspective. While she's competent in several forms of combat, she realized a long time ago that her training is simply insufficient for a fair fight against most of her enemies: so she cheats. A thorough understanding of her enemy can prove every bit as deadly as a Sith's lightsaber or a sniper's blaster. Archenksova attempts to control her enemies’ expectations through any means at her disposal. Deception and confusion are as central to her combat style as blasters and war droids. ‘Honor’ and other such forms of useless sentimentality are luxuries that a woman in her position cannot afford. This causes no end of friction with those fixated on heroic last stands, leaving no soldier behind, or avoiding any hint of cowardice.