First Lord of Korriban
Korriban Space
Korriban Imperial Shipyards
The Omen's Command Deck
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Ufsa'ynth'aris
Ufsa'ynth'aris
The Omen had docked at the Korriban Imperial Shipyards more than twelve standard hours ago, yet Admiral Elmindra Xitaar remained on her command deck. Most of the crew had been eager to get planetside after a battle as harrowing as that which took place at the Sluis Van Shipyards, so only essential staff remained aboard. A small army of maintenance and repair personnel populated the ship in their place, working tirelessly to repair the damage Admiral Angellus’ fleet had inflicted upon the mighty battlecruiser.
Elmindra had ordered the command deck to be cleared and undisturbed once she’d finally finished the last of the debriefing meetings with her fleet officers. Alone at last, she stood before the viewport, still as predator poised to strike, bathed in a crimson glow that intensified the red of her eyes and cloaked her emerald skin in shadow. For all her stillness, a feral intensity seethed behind her gaze and she let the rage she'd been holding at bay settle over her like a blanket of fire. The Falleen’s smooth reptilian skin slowly bled from shadow into crimson red as her anger consumed her.
A “victory,” they were calling it – but the defense of Sluis Van was no victory, it was a betrayal. A betrayal that would not soon be forgotten. The Emperor had made it clear, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was no longer fit to lead and certainly no ally of Korriban. His ritual would have destroyed her fleet, and that of
Darth Caedes
, if they had not acted quickly. As if she and her king were just some pawns to be sacrificed on a whim. Elmindra Xitaar, First Lord to the King of Korriban, Marquess to Falleen Throne, Admiral of the Kainite fleet, would not be a sacrifice, especially not to the Worm Emperor. She chided herself for ever considering an alliance with the Dead God as a viable option, her spiteful fantasies wandering to treasonous schemes of dethroning or even destroying him. Despite how she yearned for vengeance though, she knew she must tread carefully when pursuing such ambitions so as not to compromise all that she and Caedes had achieved. Even in the wake of this betrayal, she still believed in uniting the Sith Order under a singular goal: destroy the Galactic Alliance and take back the galaxy.The longer she seethed, the clearer it became that what bothered her even more than the Emperor's betrayal was that she had been forced to flee in the midst of one of the most highly anticipated battlefronts of her lifetime, against a powerful adversary that she and Caedes had effectively cornered before they were forced to retreat. In a sudden decisive burst of action, Elmindra spun on her heel and approached her main tactical display. Her long fingers danced over the touchpad keys as she pulled up the information recorded from the recent battle and uploaded it to a tactical simulation. She instructed the ship’s intelligence system to recreate an interactive display of the battle, as if it were to continue from where it had been so abruptly cut short, in a way that would allow her to participate in the simulation from the perspective of her own fleet while the AI gave its best interpretation and estimations of Admiral Angellus’ fleet to oppose her.
It was then, as the system began integrating the information and constructing her request, Elmindra sensed the presence of another sentient mind in the room with her. How had she missed it before? She must have been so distracted by her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed them enter. Or perhaps they’d been there the whole time, considering she had locked down the command deck from the inside. Her irritation flared and she scanned the room with a dangerous gaze but she could not immediately locate the intruder.
“You are either brave or foolish to disobey my orders. Either way, your punishment will be swift,” she broke the silence, her commanding tone laced with eerie calm and barely contained violence.
“I am in no mood for mercy.”
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