Private First Light

[Darth Ivum]

DAGAZ
Summons​

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Just after the events of A Neat Trick

His back leaned against a container that scorched him even though his robes as he listened to a civilian recount the events on Naboo. News of neighboring systems in the Confederacy falling. Naboo descending into that same Darkness just as quickly. One instant, it was home. The next, they were forced to leave or die. They were the lucky ones, they managed to get one of the earlier ships in the evacuation. Gathered their children and their families and clung to whatever seat was available, even if they weren’t all on the same ship.

Verun wasn’t an easy landing either. As they set up camp, reports of scouts being ambushed reached them. None of them were alone and that in itself would be a problem. The burden of losing one home was met with the threatening of their potential next. Eyebrows furrowed as the man lent his ear and, truly, listened to the tales of the nation. He wanted to know what happened from those that experienced it, lived through it — in spite of it. Ivum owed his people that much, at least. He hadn’t been there when they needed him and now that he’d returned, it was time for him to fully embrace them once more.

Father was right. They would survive because they had to.

As if on cue, the comm at his side beeped. He stole a look at it, shielding it from the sun’s rays with a hand. It was a message…from Father. Chit, he thought him up. Eyes quickly scanned the screen and he sighed softly. Duty called.

Looking to his host, he politely excused himself and strode to the outskirts of the settlement where his ship awaited. Ivum wasted no time in punching in the coordinates and charting his course. Strapped in to his seat, he started up the engine and lifted off of Verun.

When he started the descent onto the world the coordinates pointed to, it was a complete change in script. There were clear areas of grass here, plenty of water for itself and Verun. It looked nice enough. He double checked the coords and landed in a tall grass field. Disembarking with his usual Warhawk at his side, Ivum strode over to the center of the meadow where his father awaited. A deep breath steadied him as he came to a halt. If history and memory served him correctly, there was no telling where this meeting would go.

“You called?”

Darth Metus​

 

[Darth Metus]

Ad Astra.

Survival on Verun was a rough ordeal. According to the more learned amongst them, the planet was harsh in every sense of the word. Winters were unforgiving. Summers were devoid of moisture. The sole reprieve from this trend was the cycle of snow melt. The mountains would provide valuable sustainence during the summer months, allowing crops to grow. But it would be a hard ordeal to make this environment a true home.

So it was that the notion of more was floated. The notion of returning to some degree of what they had lost. Verun would not be the site of their exile forever. But rather, the beginning of something more. The power of mankind would shine through their efforts - and thus, Isley had sent forth scouts to other worlds. One was promising. One called Dagaz. And so he called forth his eldest.

His son's journey had taken him all across the stars - but when he was needed most, he returned home. Returned to his family. This brought joy to the soul of the Sith Lord. It was a salve to the wrath which consumed him daily. When he dreamed, he saw fire - the inferno of his dreams. When he woke, he saw the struggle - his people pushing a boulder uphill. There was no reprieve, so he would make one.

"Darth Ivum." he began. Pride colored each syllable. Pride in the might of his son.

"I have chosen this world as a valuable step. The Confederacy is lost - I will not build in its shadow. I will build something different. Something new. Something everlasting."

He turned, facing Ivum. "I will mold an Empire in our image. But to do so, this world will need to be under our direct control. This is a task that I can entrust only to one I believe in."

"And I believe in you."

Darth Ivum​