Darth Vazela
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Only where the summer fails with wilderness around and where the shadow sails and the wind there makes no sound. Only where the light of day pierced seldom from the sky is where you find a grey faced man whose age deceives the eye. His image is not young or old. He looks up to the sky and tells you of dark stories told. Dark lands which howl and cry and evil thoughts from evil minds. In evil lands the dark one’s rise shrink back in fear their power unfolds and dark faces creep for distant holds. No one yet could check the rise of one dark lord and his darkest ties. His shadow covers every land from tree to dale and dale to sand. Under the wing of his dark veil his servants serve and never fail. Too late, you see it now through his disguise. This mans the dark lord darkness fills the skies.
Come my children and weave within the tales of ages past. I speak of the fallen and to those whose lives they foreseen to never last. In the darkness you were lost and confused feeling as if your heart had been ripped and abused. You discovered the truth and couldn’t find your way. You wanted to stay hidden so far away deep in the ground where you could no longer be hurt. You were safe and no longer in the world where words mean nothing and hearts don’t exist. There was only this. In the shadows you wanted to take your last breath and close your eyes. You held closer to death but there was one voice who refused to let you close your eyes to hide from the truth that though you had never seen I was always there watching and holding you.
Hear my sacrament and place your hand upon Vjun. Fear not for I am watchful. You have been chosen.
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Chosen. What a strange sentiment for one such as he. Cool, compressed air kept the observational deck of the Obscurity at an exact temperature that was perfect for thinking and to gaze upon the stars. Adorned in a dark hooded robe, Vilox Pazela rose from the unnatural, deformed structure that was his throne. The message had been passed only a day ago and it had enticed not only his curiosity, but interest as well. For the presence that had been responsible for such a message across the stars had to be a powerful adversary; and if it's contents were true, then others would come forth. He found it an irony after a decades worth of work that someone else would be the catalyst of what he foresaw above Dromund Kaas. Perhaps he would finally see one Tyrin Ardik (@Gerion Ardik) after all these years.
Hyperpsace dissipated and the stars returned before him past the transparisteel screen as the Obscurity dropped out of it's hyperspace window and into the Vjun system. In the heart of Mandalorian space, he had ordered Malus Bligh to cloak the vessel upon it's arrival. He did not want that particular faction coming into his schemes. At least not yet. Plus, he was confident that a Mandalorian incursion into this event would spoil it; and thus the many Force-sensitives, those whom were aligned to the dark side but were not Sith would not come. Why would they under such a threat?
It was curious that it would be this back watered, albeit darkened world that would be the scene of such a creation, for he planned to create something better here. Before he set about the creation of such an order that would replace the defeatists that were the Sith, he would first find out who was responsible for this event. Whoever they were, they were powerful. Strong enough to enter his mind from such a distance.
What an ally they could be!
Turning away from the transparisteel screen, he made his way to the flight of stairs center to the darkened room and descended from it's confines into the artificial light. Walking across the bridge, he looked down from it into the operations area where Malus Bligh and his crew operated his flagship. He smiled underneath his hood. Where he had planned to murder them only a few short months ago, now here they were still serving under him under the dellusion that they were serving the Empire. A 'reconnaissance' mission on the Mandalorian Empire, as he had spun it. And why would they question a man who was a Darth in the galaxies most famous Empire of all? Not likely.
"Commander?" he said aloud, to those below him.
Come my children and weave within the tales of ages past. I speak of the fallen and to those whose lives they foreseen to never last. In the darkness you were lost and confused feeling as if your heart had been ripped and abused. You discovered the truth and couldn’t find your way. You wanted to stay hidden so far away deep in the ground where you could no longer be hurt. You were safe and no longer in the world where words mean nothing and hearts don’t exist. There was only this. In the shadows you wanted to take your last breath and close your eyes. You held closer to death but there was one voice who refused to let you close your eyes to hide from the truth that though you had never seen I was always there watching and holding you.
Hear my sacrament and place your hand upon Vjun. Fear not for I am watchful. You have been chosen.
----
Chosen. What a strange sentiment for one such as he. Cool, compressed air kept the observational deck of the Obscurity at an exact temperature that was perfect for thinking and to gaze upon the stars. Adorned in a dark hooded robe, Vilox Pazela rose from the unnatural, deformed structure that was his throne. The message had been passed only a day ago and it had enticed not only his curiosity, but interest as well. For the presence that had been responsible for such a message across the stars had to be a powerful adversary; and if it's contents were true, then others would come forth. He found it an irony after a decades worth of work that someone else would be the catalyst of what he foresaw above Dromund Kaas. Perhaps he would finally see one Tyrin Ardik (@Gerion Ardik) after all these years.
Hyperpsace dissipated and the stars returned before him past the transparisteel screen as the Obscurity dropped out of it's hyperspace window and into the Vjun system. In the heart of Mandalorian space, he had ordered Malus Bligh to cloak the vessel upon it's arrival. He did not want that particular faction coming into his schemes. At least not yet. Plus, he was confident that a Mandalorian incursion into this event would spoil it; and thus the many Force-sensitives, those whom were aligned to the dark side but were not Sith would not come. Why would they under such a threat?
It was curious that it would be this back watered, albeit darkened world that would be the scene of such a creation, for he planned to create something better here. Before he set about the creation of such an order that would replace the defeatists that were the Sith, he would first find out who was responsible for this event. Whoever they were, they were powerful. Strong enough to enter his mind from such a distance.
What an ally they could be!
Turning away from the transparisteel screen, he made his way to the flight of stairs center to the darkened room and descended from it's confines into the artificial light. Walking across the bridge, he looked down from it into the operations area where Malus Bligh and his crew operated his flagship. He smiled underneath his hood. Where he had planned to murder them only a few short months ago, now here they were still serving under him under the dellusion that they were serving the Empire. A 'reconnaissance' mission on the Mandalorian Empire, as he had spun it. And why would they question a man who was a Darth in the galaxies most famous Empire of all? Not likely.
"Commander?" he said aloud, to those below him.