Fall From Glory
Theme: Cult of Personality
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Lysander von Ascania
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Ziso Kus
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Caelis Venn
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Delvin jeth
Blade stared out the port windows towards the planet Anaxes in the direction the station hung above the world. He stood there in quiet contemplation as the other sith aboard moved to their stations. Whether that be to move them to landers that would take them to the surface or towards the off ramps for those who were headed to the Fleet Base station.
He looked past the station at the world as the sun bounced off it giving it a glistening purplish-blue atmosphere. For a moment the rebel Sith wondered what he even was doing here? He was leading kids into a fight that was started by rumors. In his life he had been mauled by an ogre, gutted by a lupine, had bones shattered by jedi, and felt a thousand lightning strikes from Sith Lords hands. He had always been one who fought alone no matter the odds.
He wasn't a leader, he never wanted to be. His calloused hands clinched in fists as he thought a moment of those who had chosen to follow him in the past. All those dead faces of those he never asked to stand at his side but choose to. He never wanted them to, never asked them to.
He was a man out for power and the only thing he ever wanted to control was his own destiny. He was a man who never wanted to kneel and put himself beneath Emperor's, Kings, or Councils. He wanted to be the ruler of the kingdom self, and he wanted others to do the same.
Yet here he was looking out at a world that maybe plotted the downfall of one of those regimes he had fought against all his life. Still, what they would put in place would be no different or better. His dream of a truly free galaxy was a delusion; it had taken him a long time to realize that.
The Sith warrior who had once challenged the council of seven Sith lords to combat was long gone. Now there was just old bastard Sith Lord, who wanted to find his spark again. He wanted that old rebellious fire that used to burn in his heart to return again. Yet Darth Lucid felt it might be dead and gone as looked out on this world of Anaxes. He was now the Lord leading children into war, what was next was he going to tell them to sacrifice themselves for his gain. Be just like those decrepit sith before him, let things stagnate just to keep what ever illusion of power he thought he had.
"No." He muttered to himself. He would not become them, and unlike them he would still march into war instead of sitting on some throne dictating code and law. He would practice what ever he would preach. He would not become a hypocrite who depravedly held onto power.
He finally turned away from the view port his mind made up. If these kids were going to fight so, was he. He wasn't going to stand at some command post and dictate orders. Then his combat boots stomped across the durasteel plating of the ship, his tatter old patch work brown leather duster swaying as he moved with haste. He made his way towards the team who would take the Station. As he arrived looking like a homeless man who had somehow wandered onto a sith ship by accident he began looking them over.
He then spoke up.
"We will be going under the guise of Covenant officials. This will allow us to get onboard the station." He stopped looking at each of them over yet again, all so young though he knew some had combat experience already.
"If the Anaxes Navy is smart they will play it cool, like it's another diplomatic situation. If they ain't so smart they will pull guns on us right away." Honestly, he was hoping for the last one but the first seemed more likely.
"If it's diplomatic, we will ask for some of you to be taken to the main engine room to inspect it. Those with me will ask to be taken to the bridge." Before anyone could ask what if they chose a fight right away Blade spoke up again.
"Same plan if we walk into a fire fight, except with out a guided tour and with lots of blaster fire." He then nodded to them in reassurance. He was about to move to his position for then the docking began.
"Oh, yeah and we want to keep the fleet base intact. So please don't go jump through walls or venting areas of the station to space." He then gave them all a cocky little smirk, he knew how it went nothing ever went to plan.