Conceited
| [member="Grond"] |
It was night time on Bastion. Citizens led their life under the strict but fair regime of the Sith Empire. Flags flew over buildings with the emblem of the Empire emblazoned for all to see. Starfighters flew overhead on patrols and in the horizon a Star Destroyer loomed. It was peaceful, quiet and still. The people here were far removed from the conflicts and terrors of worlds that sat on the fringes of the Empire. There were reports and stories that still came in of course, but nobody could threaten the heart of the greatest power in the galaxy. Through victory my chains are broken, they used to say.
It was almost like the past hadn't happened. That the Emperor who sat in the seat of ultimate power over the galaxy hadn't already lost that seat in the past when the Jedi came to Ossus. It was almost like he hadn't bent the knee to another and led wars in that other's name during the One Sith crusades of the late 830s and early 840s. It wasn't like the Galactic Alliance had risen and undone all his accomplishments, forcing the Sith to start again. It was almost like none remembered.
But there was at least one who still did.
Darth Ayra lowered her gaze to the holographic projector in the center of her chambers on Humbarine. The standard checks to see if her communications or the device itself had been tampered in a way that others could monitor what she had been doing during each transmission. She always checked. It paid to be careful. Of course there were no such findings. But she always had to be sure. Dressed in a dark robe, with the cowl raised over her head to conceal her facial features Darth Ayra climbed up onto the projector and sent out a transmission to Grond, a Sith Lord on Bastion who she had a proposition for...
It was night time on Bastion. Citizens led their life under the strict but fair regime of the Sith Empire. Flags flew over buildings with the emblem of the Empire emblazoned for all to see. Starfighters flew overhead on patrols and in the horizon a Star Destroyer loomed. It was peaceful, quiet and still. The people here were far removed from the conflicts and terrors of worlds that sat on the fringes of the Empire. There were reports and stories that still came in of course, but nobody could threaten the heart of the greatest power in the galaxy. Through victory my chains are broken, they used to say.
It was almost like the past hadn't happened. That the Emperor who sat in the seat of ultimate power over the galaxy hadn't already lost that seat in the past when the Jedi came to Ossus. It was almost like he hadn't bent the knee to another and led wars in that other's name during the One Sith crusades of the late 830s and early 840s. It wasn't like the Galactic Alliance had risen and undone all his accomplishments, forcing the Sith to start again. It was almost like none remembered.
But there was at least one who still did.
Darth Ayra lowered her gaze to the holographic projector in the center of her chambers on Humbarine. The standard checks to see if her communications or the device itself had been tampered in a way that others could monitor what she had been doing during each transmission. She always checked. It paid to be careful. Of course there were no such findings. But she always had to be sure. Dressed in a dark robe, with the cowl raised over her head to conceal her facial features Darth Ayra climbed up onto the projector and sent out a transmission to Grond, a Sith Lord on Bastion who she had a proposition for...