NOVA
Tag:
Darth Carnifex
SYPNOSIS:
The current year is 905 ABY.
It has been five years since the Imperials (then united under the banners of the Empire of the Lost) engaged the Sith Empire in a skirmish in the Felucia system as
Velran Kilran
sought to expand the borders of his regime to encompass not only parts of the Tion Hegemon and the Ash Worlds, but to also draw in those star systems consolidated within the Esstran sector under the stewardship of the Sith vassal state found within the realms of the Thandon Star Cluster. In retaliation those dark stewards would launch their own attack upon their Imperial adversaries and so Tion was destroyed by the wrath of the Eternal Father himself as a consequence for them daring to step foot upon Felucia.By 904 ABY remnants of the Empire of the Lost (which had been brought to ruination via an economic collapse during the previous year) would go onto meet with other likened minds in order to form the Imperial Confederation together at the behest of a new regime. With four states of the Imperial Remnants brought together under the rule of the late Liraeth Deschart a new war loomed in the Outer Rim Territories as they carved out the former territories of their fallen Empire and consolidated it under the rule of their new Empress.
For the Iron Sun refused to be set by their Sith foes.
Later, above the oceanic world of Minntooine, a clandestine project codenamed ' Project Tion ' would go on to be founded by a peculiar enigmatic woman that the Imperials had inherited from the much despised Kilran's. This person would go on to convince key figures from New Aldera and Mahporeem that in order to revitalize Imperialism across the Outer Rim systems they would be required to eliminate and subsequently annex the Sith vassal state located upon the borders of the Second Imperial Occupation for they could never truly own the Stars for so long as such a powerful enemy was allowed to remain so close to their territory. She would go on to cite evidence and tales of the past regime, where the former Imperial occupied Tion system was burned asunder by thousands of Sith Star Destroyers, and how they would be next if they did not strike back.
So they listened, they consolidated their nascent Imperial Confederation in preparation for an invasion, and then they attacked in order to finish what their former Empire had started. The attacks failed, and by the end of the Second Battle of Brosi, the Imperial Confederation was no-more. In the wake of these incursions into Thandon, the planet of Brosi has forever been changed by war, and yet the Sith remain indomitable in spite of Imperial persecution. As for their enemies from Lianna they were sent scuttling into the Unknown Regions were they belonged. Survivors of a war they had started, persecuted, and failed to yield victory from.
For only through strength do you gain power, and through power do you gain victory.
They were the lucky ones.
A retaliatory strike was soon devised by figureheads from the Mandalorian Empire and Sith Order that would lead them both to Imperial annhiliation! In a matter of hours the capital city of Lianna was turned from dystopia into a ruin as the jackboots of ferocious Mandalorian soldiers and cunning Sith Lords marched upon the Imperials who had dared to challenge them. No mercy or quarter was shown on that day. Spoils of war were set to be enjoyed by the true victors.
In the wake of the attack, as what little was left of the Imperial Confederation was either destroyed or pillaged by their former foes, a key player responsible for orchestrating the Diarchy-Mandalorian War on Yaga Minor and the incursions into the Thandon Star Cluster on Brosi had been caught by agents sent by the one they had once called Vornskr!
Taken and shipped out of the former lands of the Empire of the Lost out into the dark void, the enigmatic Her is set to confront Him to lay red eyes upon his great works . . .
' Him '
A tale set within the ' Temple of the New Sith ' located upon Malsheem, the Heart of Darkness
Shame. Such a shame. I think I lost myself again.
A former, fallen Jedi turned Sith Lord (and follower to Bane's heretical Rule of Two) awakens from a slumber within the hallowed halls of a temple found deep in the cavernous bowels of the great Malsheem. Her had seen the station only once beforehand. It had been from the vantage point from the third industrial moon of Tion back when she had been playing the act of Director for Kilran's New Imperial Security Bureau. Director Drey, they had called her back then. Daydreams would later come and often found Ayra's disciple in the weeks traversing the star ways between Lianna and Enarc imagining how she would destroy the great battle station after seeing it in action on that great, awful day. Lulls on other days, as she walked the hallways of von Strauss's C.O.M.E.C.I, required a brief respite for a time filled with nostalgia and spite.
The girl likes to think. Nova rolls in their grave. Murdered, Her fears.
Yeah, a smog filled landscape overlooking Lianna City below it, and the smoke rising up from a lit cigarette held between the teeth above the vantage point of Lianna City (from the top office from the Neyrix), had been an almost perfect place to plan, to plot, and to conspire against Him. Oh, Her had imagined a lot. Eco-terrorism so as to bring about the demise of the Empire of the Lost had been orchestrated on their behalf by the Fifth Wing in order to implicate the Sith as a mechanism to frame them in the eyes of the Imperials, and they had used it to justify an invasion of Brosi. She tried and do the same in Ravelin, but the Diarchs hadn't bit at the time. Rellik saw right through it.
A shame about Yaga Minor then.
What do you do when everything goes to plan, but goes all so wrong you?
Eyes fluttering to clear their vision Her lifts their bowed head and gasps inwardly at the searing pain somewhere at the naval of the back, and as the stars start to dim in the eyes to grant back their use, Her realises that she is inadvertently shaking. Thirst grips parched lips and a sore throat. When she tries to move Her discovers that something is keeping them in place and where freedom will evade their touch. She is suspended in mid-air hovering above pavement lain to consecrate a place to create new Sith from artificial means. A familiar sensation creeps over the enigmatic woman caught in the bowels of a great machine. Carbonite sickness, and an injury from being hit way too hard.
It all hurts. Oh, Her had imagined a lot.
Sometimes not even the imagination lives up to reality.
Horror.
Oh, ye awful.
Him.
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