Eternal Father
-:Kaas City, Dromund Kaas:-
Darkness had descended on Dromund Kaas, a blanket of night that threatened to swallow all it touched. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed monstrously, for the storm heralded the catastrophic winds of deceit and ambition which bore down heavily like a lead weight. From the abysmal blackness that swallowed the stars came forth a vessel of man-made steel, sinking below the clouds to carve a howling path through the night sky as another boom unleashed a torrent of rain that drowned out the sorrows of the oppressed. The vessel rocketed towards the tower of metal that rose towards the heavens, daring to scrape against the domain of the Gods with brazen arrogance and pride, where the Lord of this realm resided, and it is this Lord that the shadow within the vessel desired.The vessel slowed it's descent towards the tower, and landed gingerly on the nearest octagonal platform with the grace of a jungle panther. Landing lights cast ghastly phantoms of shadow across the vessel, but in one instant all shadow evaporated from the landing zone as the boarding ramp began to descend with a howling shriek of gears. From the bowels of that hellish vessel came the shadow, cloaked in blackness flecked with the darkest blood, followed by a menagerie of hellish servants who were willing to follow him into the depths of that wicked tower to cast down the false King. He moved with purpose, with determination and malicious ambition, for this was the day he had been waiting for since he was born. His birth right, his destiny, and now it was time to claim what was his.
He knew the pathway to Hell, for he had traversed it's dark passages countless times over the years, and it did not take him long to locate the chamber he sought. The chamber so marred by combat, where the symbol of power and tyranny had been shattered so long ago. There it still remained, the shattered remnants of an old dynasty that had been snuffed out so violently by the entity known as the Thronebreaker. The shadow paused before the site of the symbol's explosive death, gently picking up a piece of it's blackened remnant as if to stare at it in deep recollection of those events that seemed so long ago. However; now was not the time to recollect events of the past, but instead to cast down the pretender who dare wears the blackened crown.
The shadow dropped the remnant without any care to it's integrity, the floor becoming further covered with bits of black stone. The False King was not here, the shadow now knew that, but he would come. He would have to, if he wanted to keep wearing the crown that he does not even have the right to touch, and that is where the shadow will take him. The shadow lightly tapped a device attached to his hip, which sent out a coded transmission through space and time to alert the shadow's minions to converge on this world. Above the world sat many ships, and from those ships erupted dozens of smaller vessels which converged upon Kaas City, packed to the brim with armor-clad warriors bearing the symbol of a blackened sword upon their breasts. This Legion descended upon the city with ravenous speed and hunger, covering it within minutes of the shadow's coded message, until the city was put under marshal law.
The shadow then sent another message to the False King, one that summed up everything the shadow had worked towards his entire life...
"Let's end this where it all started, at the site of the Thronebreaker's greatest triumph."
@[member="Darth Arcis"]