Something insidious had awoken in the heart of Korriban. Lost in the sands, a ruin of a temple had been thought to be Maleva's final resting place.
Elpsis Kerrigan
had left her weak, unable to defend against even her own followers, and the sith lord had taught them well in taking advantage of that fact. Bound and buried, they had thought the job done well enough. A great folly. The force and sheer spite had preserved her. Somewhere in limbo, Maleva had floated, howling a siren's call eternally. Force smile upon the poor soul who had answered.Though risen, and restored through the power of soup, Darth Maleva was far from satisfied. She was lucky only in regard to her fortunes being preserved - but that was only due to the Trade Federation's impenetrable vaults. Everything else she had gathered to show for three centuries of life had returned to dust. Her underlings, gone to the wind. Fleet, Brosi, and holdings, gone. Even the Warlords in their entirety were silent. The Maw which had eaten them stood threatened by the Starbird. Perhaps most striking of all was Luminoth. She could not sense him; she could not find him when she weaved dreams of the sleeping. Had he finally fallen?
It made no matter. What was lost could be found again - and what Maleva craved, even more than soup, was power. She had seen the tenuous state of the galaxy before, most recently when Voyance fell. She had been stupid not to seize her chance. Yet for all that knowledge, she could not do it alone in the place she stood. No one even knew she was alive. So it was that a voice called out to
Alina Tremiru
in her dreams. Visions of Korriban, a promise of chaos, and a hidden threat behind would plague her sleep. They may not have been remembered - but if they were, an unceasing feeling that they were more than a dream would creep every morning. On her eight night of call, the anzat ceased a datapad from the village north, making the message real."The Eternal Pyre still burns. Let us not hold grudges, and instead feast on the carrion of the weak. Empires fall. We are eternal."
And so Maleva would stand vigil beneath the cover of night, waiting.