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Faction Awakening (The Sith Empire)

Darth Krenok

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4995 BBY
"Are you certain everything has been prepared correctly, Vizier?", Darth Krenok said to the underling who had escorted him to his carbonite stasis chamber. "Yes, my lord. Your legions and ships have been interred in stasis as you commanded. Their preservation is assured.", his Vizier said with a nod of his head. "Good. Then my great plan begins at last. Let Ragnos war with the other lesser Sith Lords. It matters little. When they are long dead, we shall emerge, ready to conquer our homeworld once and for all.", Krenok said confidently. Standing atop the carbonite freezer, he too was quickly put into perfect hibernation. However, his great plan would not go according to plan. Saboteurs had seen to it that he and his legions would not awaken at their desired moment, and thus the innumerable hordes of Darth Krenok slumbered over the next few millennia in their vast subterrainian.

860 ABY
It had been twelve hours since Darth Krenok and his Crimson Horde had emerged from their slumber after their rude awakening by a Sith Imperial archaeological team. The planetary garrison had been caught off guard by the sudden attack from below the surface of the planet. Ancient Derriphan-class Battleships filled the skies in great numbers, raining destruction upon the modern structures and outposts below which marred the awe inspiring dominance of Sith architecture. Darth Krenok led one of his vast legions in a campaign against the one of the last remaining Sith Imperial bastions on Korriban, oblivious to the fact several millennia had passed. In his eyes, those humans who presently resided on Korriban were naught but foreign intruders intent on seizing the homeworld of the Sith.

While his fleet of Derriphans bombarded the fortress's defensive shield, he himself led the ground assault, his legions of Pureblooded Sith warriors, bolstered by ranks of Massassi Warriors and hulking Terentateks commencing another assault on the outer walls, which thus far had held against prior assaults, the bodies of his dead from prior attacks a clear sign of such. "Maintain the assault, my faithful! These outsiders must be cleansed from the face of Korriban so the Sith Empire might be restored!"
 
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Blood flowed across the sands of Korriban, like it had so many times before. Like it would so many times again. This was different, however. Everything was different. So much had changed during their hundred-year slumber - sacred Korriban must have fallen to the distant Republic, its Jedi masters installing a false Empire in place of the old order. Glorified slaves presiding over Sith. How ludicrous.

Leaning back, his orange eyes glared down at the bloodied "Legionnaire" kneeling before him. Staunchly defiant, the man refused to admit to being a Jedi puppet, yet he did not even speak the tongue of the Sith.

"You have no idea what you are doing! The Emperor will -" Slapping the man hard enough to draw blood, the Pureblood sneered down at him. "Silence, cur, or I will take your tongue. Your false Emperor will perish by my Master's blade, soon enough."

Turning to the Massassi warriors flanking him, he abandoned the Republic's bastard tongue for that of the Sith. "Gag him and bring him to the others. He shall find use as a sacrifice if the need is great, but his strength of will makes me want to save him for later. For now, there is battle to be joined!"

 
"KRAAAAHHH!"

A single red blade, wielded by a right hand cleaved downward upon the ancient armor of the Massassi Warrior. Large and impressive their specimens were. Bred and built for war. Yet it seems some of them must have lost power in the waning years of their species life span. Were they weakened? I was doubtful of such thoughts. The armor the wore was not of any Sith Empire. This was different. Old and reminiscent of times long before the Rule of Two, long before the betrayal of Revan. No. This was a different time.

Still, the armor broke underneath the power of my strength. Yet as he fell, another two rose in his place. Wielding Swords that could repel my saber. Some swung madly, barely clothed. Others wore battle tested armor, and had a finesse that could rival Warriors and Lords. It angered me so. I had one mission. To serve the Emperor. Yet, these fools yelled in the native Sith tongue of Jedi, and their false Empire. I snarled underneath the faceplate of the helmet. Piercing a saber into the chest of the closest man, before throwing a left hook into the second as he drew close. Allowing a quick retrieval of the blade, before cleaving into the second.

They encroached upon the sanctified ground of our Dark Lord Carnifex. As such, they will pay for it. Shutting the crimson blade off, my arms spread wide open. As a swirling orb at my chest expanded into a bubble directly at the entrance to the Korriban temple. A Protection bubble. Warding off any who attempted to enter via the Force. With an anger for their lies, and deceit, I yelled in their own tongue.

"J'us waria nindz wiri!"

As half a dozen ran to the orb, their swords and sabers struck against it. Flinging them backwards into their comrades. Repelling them of coming closer. Another row attempted to swing at the orange dome of swirling, almost fluid like, formations. Once more they were repelled. Those who were not within the bubble with me were attempting to fight off those who came close, while others from within the temple utilized the force and ranged weaponry to fire overhead. Once more, I yelled with increased vigor to them in their own High Sith Tongue.

"J'US TQI NINDZ WIRI!"

Sith Translation:

"You will not pass!"
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

Darth Krenok Marrow Marrow
 

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