Darth Vazela
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It had been sometime since the hooded man had set foot on the Sith capital. Donning a dark hooded robe, Vilox Pazela had the cowl raised over his thick, grey spiked up hair as he walked the streets of Kaas City. His arrival on Dromund Kaas had gone unnoticed for the most part. Traffic for Sigma-class transports were not uncommon along the Kamat Krote and those passing through the Dromund Kaas system were cleared by traffic control, utilizing codes in which he was familiar with. After all, he and the former members of the Obscurity had utilized them for over a decade.
The Sigma had been left behind in the docking bay he had landed in and then he was off. Walking the streets of the city was nostalgic. The last time he had navigated their darkened streets and pale features of it's citizens was during the waning day of Tyrin Ardik's fall from grace. They called Mikhail Shorn was walking entity these days, the dreaded throne breaker, the one who toppled an Emperor at the height of his power. Vilox Pazela knew otherwise. What was the source of power for Shorn was a real entity known as the Soulsaber. The Dark Jedi didn't pretend to know if Shorn still had the ancient relic in his arsenal, but if the rumors were true, then it was possible that he still did; and that made him one of, if not the most dangerous men in the galaxy. But remove the Soulsaber from his grip and he is just your average plain old Sith. Dangerous, but not overpowered.
But his thoughts could not be on Mikhail Shorn nor Tyrin Ardik. They were in the past and he presumed that he would never bump into either of them again. If he did, then he would kill them both. Shorn pushed back his own schemes by several years and Ardik just the same. He hated them both and when a man like Vilox Pazela hated someone, they would pay their dues. Time had a way of seeing that. Perhaps he was wrong about his earlier presumptions. Rain pattered along the steps as he climbed his way up to the Imperial Citadel or Palace, if you like. When he came to a stop at it's summit, he lowered his head just as two guards came forward. "Sir, what are you doing here?"
Lifting his gaze back to theirs, his lifted his hands to the cowl and lowered his hood. He spoke as he did so, "I am Darth Vazela and I am here to meet with the Emperor."
"Darth... Vazela?" They looked between each other, visibly shocked. He turned back to the one time Sith Lord and said, "We will have to escort you... my Lord."
"So be it."
Together, they headed into the old building and navigated it's hallways, Dark Jedi flanked either side by the two guards. They came to a stop outside the throne room and that was when he released his meditation and allowed, for the first time in a long time, for his aura to be sensed. The guard to his left entered the throne room, lowered himself onto one knee and said to the Dark Lord of the Sith, "My Lord... Darth Vazela is here to see you."
It had been sometime since the hooded man had set foot on the Sith capital. Donning a dark hooded robe, Vilox Pazela had the cowl raised over his thick, grey spiked up hair as he walked the streets of Kaas City. His arrival on Dromund Kaas had gone unnoticed for the most part. Traffic for Sigma-class transports were not uncommon along the Kamat Krote and those passing through the Dromund Kaas system were cleared by traffic control, utilizing codes in which he was familiar with. After all, he and the former members of the Obscurity had utilized them for over a decade.
The Sigma had been left behind in the docking bay he had landed in and then he was off. Walking the streets of the city was nostalgic. The last time he had navigated their darkened streets and pale features of it's citizens was during the waning day of Tyrin Ardik's fall from grace. They called Mikhail Shorn was walking entity these days, the dreaded throne breaker, the one who toppled an Emperor at the height of his power. Vilox Pazela knew otherwise. What was the source of power for Shorn was a real entity known as the Soulsaber. The Dark Jedi didn't pretend to know if Shorn still had the ancient relic in his arsenal, but if the rumors were true, then it was possible that he still did; and that made him one of, if not the most dangerous men in the galaxy. But remove the Soulsaber from his grip and he is just your average plain old Sith. Dangerous, but not overpowered.
But his thoughts could not be on Mikhail Shorn nor Tyrin Ardik. They were in the past and he presumed that he would never bump into either of them again. If he did, then he would kill them both. Shorn pushed back his own schemes by several years and Ardik just the same. He hated them both and when a man like Vilox Pazela hated someone, they would pay their dues. Time had a way of seeing that. Perhaps he was wrong about his earlier presumptions. Rain pattered along the steps as he climbed his way up to the Imperial Citadel or Palace, if you like. When he came to a stop at it's summit, he lowered his head just as two guards came forward. "Sir, what are you doing here?"
Lifting his gaze back to theirs, his lifted his hands to the cowl and lowered his hood. He spoke as he did so, "I am Darth Vazela and I am here to meet with the Emperor."
"Darth... Vazela?" They looked between each other, visibly shocked. He turned back to the one time Sith Lord and said, "We will have to escort you... my Lord."
"So be it."
Together, they headed into the old building and navigated it's hallways, Dark Jedi flanked either side by the two guards. They came to a stop outside the throne room and that was when he released his meditation and allowed, for the first time in a long time, for his aura to be sensed. The guard to his left entered the throne room, lowered himself onto one knee and said to the Dark Lord of the Sith, "My Lord... Darth Vazela is here to see you."