In the days before the Cleansing of Thule. . .
A humble datacard arrives in your hands. You're not sure of it's origins, but a contact gave it to you specifically. Placed with delicate reverence in your hands and with a simple warning; "For Your Eyes Only". You insert into a secure datapad, not willing to risk whatever the hell this is on your private systems. The only file is an encrypted holovid. You hit play. A man appears before you, handsome, youthful, and with an air of vitality about him that is unmistakable even through the veneer of holoprojection. His eyes are closed, his dark hair hanging around his head as he leans forward in silent meditation. He seems to notice your presence and looks up, opening his eyes. Gold. They shine like molten gold.
He smiles at you with more warmth than you've ever felt in your entire life, like a father you never knew welcoming you home.
"I am Nwul. Steward of the Dark Side. I am its servant. I hear its will and turn it into words," He raises his hand to his heart and inclines his head before extending his hand to you. "Hear these words and the Prophecy they herald."
"There was a time, when the people of this Empire held their heads high with pride. There was a time, when Sith-Imperial glory meant something. There was a time, when we called ourselves a People," His hand fell to his side and he made a pensive face. "Now? The Sith Lords are fragmented. The warlords fight over scraps. The senate speaks into the void. The imperials that were once our bones and blood have abandoned us and I..." He trailed off, looking down again "I can't say I blame them. We do not deserve the presence of our imperial brothers and sisters as we are."
He rallied himself, squaring his shoulders and radiating pride once again, a burning passion in his gaze, "But we can become worthy again! You have recieved this message because I have forseen that you, in your heart, know what I mean. I have sent this message to you not because we have ever met, or ever known, one another. But that by hearing my words, I know that you will believe," He clenches his fist and raises it to his heart, his eyes becoming distant, "A golden flame burns monolothic within a bloated corpse, plagued with worms, all consuming, it spreads across dessicated flesh. A Golden Age Dawns."
He smiled, a knowing, almost mischevious smile.
"Are you listening now?" He inclined his head, "Then watch me and decide for yourself. Today, I will go to the planet Thule, an Imperial world dessicated and left barren by wastefulness and wanton violence and in a day, I will restore it. Thule is the proof of my conviction, and the place, I hope, to form a renewed covenant, one marching towards a golden age. With you."
Without another word he smiled and vanished, his words left ringing in your mind.
A humble datacard arrives in your hands. You're not sure of it's origins, but a contact gave it to you specifically. Placed with delicate reverence in your hands and with a simple warning; "For Your Eyes Only". You insert into a secure datapad, not willing to risk whatever the hell this is on your private systems. The only file is an encrypted holovid. You hit play. A man appears before you, handsome, youthful, and with an air of vitality about him that is unmistakable even through the veneer of holoprojection. His eyes are closed, his dark hair hanging around his head as he leans forward in silent meditation. He seems to notice your presence and looks up, opening his eyes. Gold. They shine like molten gold.
He smiles at you with more warmth than you've ever felt in your entire life, like a father you never knew welcoming you home.
"I am Nwul. Steward of the Dark Side. I am its servant. I hear its will and turn it into words," He raises his hand to his heart and inclines his head before extending his hand to you. "Hear these words and the Prophecy they herald."
"There was a time, when the people of this Empire held their heads high with pride. There was a time, when Sith-Imperial glory meant something. There was a time, when we called ourselves a People," His hand fell to his side and he made a pensive face. "Now? The Sith Lords are fragmented. The warlords fight over scraps. The senate speaks into the void. The imperials that were once our bones and blood have abandoned us and I..." He trailed off, looking down again "I can't say I blame them. We do not deserve the presence of our imperial brothers and sisters as we are."
He rallied himself, squaring his shoulders and radiating pride once again, a burning passion in his gaze, "But we can become worthy again! You have recieved this message because I have forseen that you, in your heart, know what I mean. I have sent this message to you not because we have ever met, or ever known, one another. But that by hearing my words, I know that you will believe," He clenches his fist and raises it to his heart, his eyes becoming distant, "A golden flame burns monolothic within a bloated corpse, plagued with worms, all consuming, it spreads across dessicated flesh. A Golden Age Dawns."
He smiled, a knowing, almost mischevious smile.
"Are you listening now?" He inclined his head, "Then watch me and decide for yourself. Today, I will go to the planet Thule, an Imperial world dessicated and left barren by wastefulness and wanton violence and in a day, I will restore it. Thule is the proof of my conviction, and the place, I hope, to form a renewed covenant, one marching towards a golden age. With you."
Without another word he smiled and vanished, his words left ringing in your mind.
