Eternal Father
Darkness surges forth from the farthest edge of the civilized galaxy, an umbral plague brought to life by insidious minds. The shadowy claw of the Sith now reaches out towards the galaxy, clutching hungrily, jealously, at that which it does not already have tight in its grasp. Light-years from any civilized system, the Sith toiled ceaselessly on a weapon that would bring all who opposed the Dark Side to their knees. In secret they worked, diligently ensuring that the truth of their efforts were not brought to light before the ultimate weapon could be completed.
Events transpired that would force their hand. Striking from a hidden base, a band of smugglers, anarchists, freedom fighters, and Jedi uncovered the Sith’s construction yards above the slave-world of Kadavo. In their eagerness to disrupt the Sith’s hold on the Kadavo slaves, they had unwittingly drawn themselves into a confrontation with the Sith Emperor and learned the horrible truth.
The Emperor had constructed a malefic machine, one which subsisted on the Living Force and had the potential to destroy an entire world.
Barely escaping with their lives, these unwitting heroes raced back to reveal to the galaxy the tyranny of the Dark Lord and his perfidious minions. Yet, in their haste they unknowingly drew the Sith’s ire to the destination of their exodus; Sisio. Now the shadow of the Dark Side began to creep over the planet, casting a black pall across all those who looked up in terror as the Ultimate Weapon began to eclipse the light of their local star...
“My Emperor, we have achieved hyperspace terminus above the planet Sisio.”
“Excellent, bring it up on screen.”
High above the Ultimate Weapon’s circular body was a massive observation platform ringed with defensive emplacements and overlapping shield generators. It was from here that the Emperor was to witness the destructive power of Ultima. Spherical probes had been dispatched towards the planet’s surface moments after the superweapon’s arrival in the system, and they now broadcast images of the world’s initial panic.
“Look at them scurrying, my Emperor.” Chortled the Hiitian Sith standing near the throne, his garb tattered and adorned with an amalgamation of trophies and trinkets accumulated from hundreds of successful hunts. “What great pleasure it would be to remove their heads from their shoulders, so many new trophies for the Hunter.”
“You will be after a much greater prize, my Hunter.” The Sith turned to look at the Emperor, dark eyes peering out from under a bleached bone mask. “The Jedi will try to stop us from using the weapon against this miserable world, they cannot be allowed to jeopardize Ultima.” Fingers tapping against his throne’s armrest, the Emperor turned his gaze from the Hiitian and out towards the distant planet growing ever nearer. “Make sure their screams feed my weapon, Hunter. Or it will be you who nourishes it next.”
“I will not fail you, oh Immortal Emperor! No prey has escaped my clutches. I will adorn myself with their bones!” Though unbidden, the Hunter turned to leave the observatory. Emerging from the shadows came multiple other Hiitian Sith, all dressed in a similar manner to the one who spoke to the Emperor.
The door sealed behind him with a sharp hiss, leaving the Emperor alone to watch and ponder Sisio’s imminent destruction.
Precipitating from the egress point emerged an endless stream of warships, frigates, cruisers, and destroyers of a dozen different sizes and specialities. All of them bore the distinct iconography and identified credentials of the Sith Empire, there being no reason to do anything other than brazenly declare your arrival in the most grandiose manner possible.
Such was the prideful arrogance that the Sith arrived with at Sisio.
Strike craft were launched immediately, thousands of small nimble silhouettes taking to empty space with a fury and vigor of pilots tenacious in their duty and faith. Musical fanfare was broadcast as loudly and often as possible over the system’s public channels, with dedicated slicers attempting to break the encrypted military chatter of the Coalition defenders to do likewise. The fanfare was intermittently interrupted by segments of inspirational rhetoric, each lofty sentence punctuating the open waves declaring the divinity of the Immortal Emperor, the surety of the Empire’s cause, and the hopelessness of any and all who thought themselves mighty enough to oppose their righteousness.
Interwoven through everything was the constant repetition of a single word, one so deeply ingrained into the Sith-Imperial psyche that many of the pilots who now moved to engage the enemy were involuntarily compelled to respond with equal measure.
“Nyashjontû Wo!”
“Imperius, Imperius!”
“Nyashjontû Wo!”
“Imperius, Imperius!”
“Nyashjontû Wo!”
“Imperius, Imperius!”
The Ultimate Weapon (TSE Spawn)Built in secret at the farthest reaches of the Empire's vast territory, the culmination of Project Triumph's many labors, the Ultimate Weapon is the most extraordinary expression of the Dark Lord's insidious desire to see all of creation bow and grovel at his feet. Imbued with the Dark Side of the Force, Ultima is more than well-equipped to eradicate anything that stands in its path, including entire worlds. Alongside the superweapon is a massive Sith fleet, one of the largest seen in a decade. Dozen of other smaller fleets have been dispatched across the galaxy to harass and blockade worlds deemed delinquent in preparation for their inevitable destruction at the hands of Ultima.
Sisio (ORC Spawn)
To many, Sisio is small and insignificant. But to the Sith, it is a shining example of everything they consider to be anathema to their beliefs and method of governance. Wretched and contemptible, the inhabitants of Sisio are comprised of refugees from Utapau, Pantora, Skor II, and many other worlds that had been subjected to the Dark Side's fury over the years. They may had escaped death once, but the Sith are nothing if not persistent and will stop at nothing to eradicate all they deem inferior.
