Family Through Darkness

[Grima Volitu]

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Darth Zarrah was standing on a ledge looking down into a chasm where several droids, construction workers, Republic prisoners, and contractors were quickly working both day and night to complete the fortress that would play host to the remains of the Sith that had not decided to go into hiding but elected to rebuild, conquer, and lash out at the Jedi and their handlers, the Republic Senate, severing their vocal chords so they could not preach their non-sense any longer. She had grown more annoyed with each passing day at the reports and boasts from their holier-than-thou counterparts about how they destroyed the Sith Order and routed the Empire into the void. But she was patient. Ever so patient.

Yes, she could mount some sort of attacks fueled by her need for revenge but in the end, it would only serve to draw unwanted attention to their cause. This reminded her of stories and rumours she heard through whispers of other Sith about how others calling themselves Sith resorting to such tactics. She doubted these fools were even Sith. Perhaps they were nothing more than Dark Side users trying to claim something for themselves, to etch out some little piece of the galaxy they could call home. In her eyes, the only thing they would accomplish would be drawing her and her blades to their throats. Oh how she despised Dark Side users or Dark Jedi.

She mentally waved the distractions away for it served her no purpose in allowing it to grow roots and bloom into something that was both pointless and beyond her power to deal with, for now. She had been asked to oversee the work that was taking place below her and though it would seem to others as a colorless job, one that was below a Sith Lady, she found it was necessary; regardless of how much of her time it consumed. Empires and Orders didn't not simply crop up. No, they needed to be built with a strong foundation first, then slowly piece by piece put together without flaws until it was a finely tuned object of power. She quickly recalled how she had to punish a couple of workers and contractors for their lethargic work ethics and the effect afterwards granting the other workers, mainly the prisoners, a new found initiative to complete the task at hand.

A black and red protocol droid wobbled over to her, handing her a medium size datapad containing the information she sent it to retrieve for her. Her eyes quickly scanned the contents on the device and found everything to be satisfactory except for the installation of the defense systems. She would not lose her temper here and now she reminded herself. "Perhaps HZ you should remind the head contractor what happened to his predecessor. I'm sure he wishes not to share the same fate. Also, tell him to double his efforts now or he will have the most unpleasant conversation with me." The droid warbled its response and moved toward its ordered destination.

She returned her cold gaze back to the site below.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

A shadow moved through the streams of hyperspace, planets and stars contorting into thin lines of light as the shadowed ship forced it's way through. It's occupants were silent as they worked diligently under the hardened gaze of their overseers, who stood by as stoic as statues, electrified whips gripped firmly in their clawed hands. The Vanr Honor Guard were ever so brutal, and even the slightest misstep warranted brutal repercussions from the winged deviants, and many of the officers on deck sported vicious bruises from where the whips had kissed flesh. However; even they cowed in fear and respect for the single individual who sat patiently on a throne made of black iron at the back of the bridge. Whose emerald eyes bred malice and throttled mercy, and none dared make eye contact with him for fear of what punishment the Black Iron Tyrant might inflict upon their mortal flesh.

A meek officer slowly approached the Tyrant, kneeling down in completely obedience, "Milord, we have exited hyperspace and will be landing on the planet shortly." Indeed they had, a second prior to the Officer's announcement the ship carrying them re-entered realspace and the streaks of light disappeared, replaced by the infinite blackness of space and the marble world in front of them. The Tyrant's mouth curled into a mocking smile as his eyes bore into the Officer, "Do you assume me blind, ensign?" The officer paled visibly and stammered heavily as he attempted to explain himself to the Dark Lord, but he barely got his word in edgewise before the Tyrant unleashed a thick stream of blue lightning from his extended fingertips. The lightning blanketed the ensign, burning his skin and disintegrating his uniform in a brilliant flash accompanied by a blood-curdling scream, and the ensign was no more.

His body was unceremoniously carried away by a pair of floor officers, but no one else dared to cast a glance at the site of his demise. They simply continued to work busily at their stations as the ship broke through the atmosphere and came to a rest gently down at a landing pad connecting to a large compound bordering a massive quarry. The Tyrant rose from his throne, and made his way aft as his loyal Honor Guard fell in line behind him. Even as the boarding ramp lowered the Tyrant descended it, and by the time the edge had gently hit the ground he walked off of the ramp and onto the grimy durasteel platform below. He made his way into the compound, past the winding corridors, and back out to a cliff overlooking the construction site of the soon-to-be massive fortress. The Tyrant immediately spotted the overseer of the construction, and made his way to meet with her unattended by his Honor Guard.

"Hail, Lady Zarrah." He said with a booming voice laced thick with murderous mirth, "How goes the construction, fair sister?" The Togruta Sith was in no way his biological sister, but rather a sister in comradery as members of the One Sith. "Proceeding as planned, I presume? You know how critical timing is in our line of work. The Dark Lord brooks no delays when the vision is concerned." He flashed an all too toothy grin, his mane of raven black hair whipping wildly as a gust of wind roared across the cliff.

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