Kruso tave Jen ~{ The Black Empire }~

[Darth Carnifex]

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Vain Hollow, grim citadel of the blasphemous God-King and his innumerable servants, slaves, and unwavering warriors. For many moons it stood silhouetted against the highest peaks of the Iron Mountains and the ever shifting sun and moon, yet the once bustling castle was as silent as the grave. None had been admitted entry, and none had been allowed to leave. There were rumors from Coruscant that the God-King had been destroyed alongside the massive pyramid he had called sanctuary, but whether by intent or cruel misfortune had never been truly discerned and all reports of the incident had been kept a secret from all but the highest authorities within the Empire. The truth, however; was far more damning.

In essence the God-King had abandoned the Empire, forsook the ideology he had championed for so many years in favor of one born out of his psychosis and the eldritch writings he had surrounded himself with, and falsified his own demise and destroyed all evidence that pointed to the contrary in own foul swoop.

Slowly, silently, all forces loyal to the God-King had receded from the Core worlds to mass at Panatha. Warships and galleys with their holds stuffed to the brim with soldiers, officers, and even Sith had begun to hyperspace in over the homeworld of the Epicanthix over the course of many weeks. Compared to the rest of the Empire they had forsaken they were a relatively small minority of the army, navy, and One Sith, but despite whatever repercussions they may face if their heresy was every discovered they still came to the home of the one they swore allegiance to over the Empire.

As the final expected ship thundered into orbit, the bells topping the many chapels of the sprawling castle-city began to toll one after the other, signalling the start of something malevolent. From the skies emerged transport ships by the tens of thousands, a swarm so massive it blot out the sun to cast darkness upon the massive citadel before they all began to touch down in the empty barren wastes that surrounded Vain Hollow for miles upon miles. The ships unloaded their sentient cargos en masse, and crowds as wide as rivers began to stream towards the now open gates of the citadel. They would pack the halls, the courtyards, filling in every conceivable space available until at last the God-King as assembled his mighty host.

From the throne room he sat, perched atop his black iron throne and covered in his most vile and intimidating garb that could be cobbled together. Two Imperial Sentinels flanked his sides, while the rest of the throne room was packed with those he considered important enough to be witness to his physical presence. The rest of the assembled host could only view him through larger-than-life holograms twenty five feet tall, casting thousands in a pale blue shroud.

"Heed me, brothers and sisters. The time of the One Sith is coming to a close. For too long has the power and influence of the Sith wavered at the hands of the Dark Lord, whose sanity has long been in question. Our destiny has been robbed, taken, and swindled away by those who sought the power of the Empire for their own gain, heedless of the cause that we had rallied behind so many years ago. Already the hounds circle, chewing away at the borders until all that is left are bloody scraps unfit for an empire to sustain itself on. We must throw aside the pretenses that we have blinded ourselves with for so long, cast off the shackles that bound us to the core, and be reborn in the blood of the strife that will soon engulf the galaxy. Our fate is not to allow ourselves to become bloated with decadence and complacency. Our fate is to show the galaxy our power, our ironclad might! We will plunge this universe into a war so violent the stars themselves will tremble at our mere presence, and we will shatter the foundation of lies the Republic and Alliance build themselves upon, and we will burn away all weakness in the galaxy until all that remains are those willing to do whatever it takes. Follow me, brothers and sisters, and we will forge a utopia. Follow me, and watch your enemies be reduced to cinders by your hate. Follow me, and I will deliver to you everlasting war."

A great cacophony rose up from the assembled masses, their murderous fervor whipped up into a frenzy by the Dark Lord's impassioned speech. These men and women had come to him at this dire hour because their beliefs aligned with his own, and he found it all too easy to manipulate their emotions to suite his purposes. But he did not lie when he said he would lead them to war, but if there were any among them who thought that at the end of it all was order and prosperity, then they only deluded themselves. The Dark Lord Carnifex did not wage war to bring about an orderly society, he waged war only to perpetuate it, to keep the flames of conflict roaring hot.

It was, of course, the purpose of the Force.

[member="Alaenera Celralis"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] ​

[member="Harley"] | [member="Jansal Corego"] | [member="Lachlan Thorne"] ​

[member="Micolash Paarl"] | [member="Mitth'urst'almiti"] | [member="Raoh Logarius"] ​

[member="Skesk Drirzy"] | [member="The Harbinger"]​

 

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Panatha.
Vain Hollow.


The grim halls that were lit mainly by braziers truly emanated the darkness that had gathered here. The shadows devoured the light rather than being the product of it. Unnatural, some would say, but absolutely natural in the eyes of The Harbinger.

All things had to come to an end.

This was just the beginning of it.

The booming voice of [member="Darth Carnifex"] rang through the halls of the citadel and through many more holographic outputs throughout the galaxy. The voice that rallied the forces of the dark to unite in the pursuit of their sole purpose - bring the end. Set the galaxy truly free. Return it to where it belonged - absolute nothing.

The beings of the galaxy had deceived themselves for too long. Numerous factions throughout the existence of the galaxy have always tried to do the same thing over and over again. Era after era, epoch after epoch, they would try to rally and unite the galaxy in the hopes of bringing order and prosperity. Seeking what they called the light, they would advocate life. Wrongfully, of course.

They would put black and white labels on everything, they would label those gathered here as 'evil'. They would blindly throw all their powers to halt the gathering darkness in the name of the 'good' with unrelenting vindication. All in the name of order and prosperity. In the name of peace. In the name of the light.

Yet, they would not ask a question. A simple question but with an answer that renders their beliefs false.

If order, prosperity, peace and the light are the natural ways of life, why have the ideas advocating them always brought the ruin to the entities preaching them ?

Because that is not the natural way of life, not the natural way of the Galaxy. They were false. There exists only way natural to the galaxy, to life.

Death.

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[member="Darth Prazutis"]; @Alaenera Celaris; [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]; @Harley; [member="Jansal Corego"]; [member="Lachlan Thorne"]; [member="Micolash Paarl"]; [member="Mitth'urst'almiti"]; [member="Raoh Logarius"]; [member="Skesk Drirzy"]

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="The Harbinger"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Harley still had dust in her system unknown to her, and it meant the outback could track her. She was wearing her armour, she did managed find it on the shuttle, they let her have, though the droid she lost in a pazaak game.

She listened to her god emperor to speak, she was kneeling down waiting for permission to rise. She had let of steam, but now it was time to do his bidding again. As he finished speaking, everyone rose to there feet including her, people where stamping their feet in approvement what he had said. She was as normal was getting carried away, she liked this not because she was actually genocidal, like her masters. It was more she was part of something that had lifted her out of gutter, something she felt cared about her. Yes she was delusional, and easily played by stronger willed. Though no one ever treated her as nicely as the Zambranos, and for that she was grateful.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

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Rumors abound in the vast One Sith Empire creating mixed emotions of shock, terror, and anger. The Black Pyramid blew up sending ash and flame high into the clouds its infernal flame eviscerating everything within a full block radius. As far as everyone else knew the God-King and his protege the Dark Titan were inside when it went up. Meanwhile all of the forces loyal to the God-King quietly pulled away from One Sith territory. Prazutis single handedly orchestrated from the shadows the complete gutting of the entire Intelligence apparatus the One Sith possessed, gathering all worthy assets here on Panatha.

Lies. Deceit was behind the departure from the One Sith who others would label them as "zealots". It was all quite simple this entire time they were being lied to, and they were being spoon fed this lie the entire time. There was no such thing as true "order" true "peace" in the galaxy, there was absolutely no way to enforce such a notion. The waves of the force were chaotic, and in a perpetual state of flux. Empires rise and fall, democracy reigns only to be smacked down sooner or later it's all the same and it always happens. Meanwhile the Jedi and Sith fight to wipe out one another and never quite achieving their goals. Order was a pretext for those in power to keep it, a leash the now dead Dark Lord utilized to keep his coven of Sith Lords in line.

No more.

The massive War Fleets Black Iron and Leviathan swarmed over Panatha in their entirety, the massive gleaming hulls of warships could be seen anywhere on the planet, an armada of destruction, a hive of hatred. As the hive swarmed with shuttles and transports down to the dread citadel of Vain Hollow, the followers packed inside the halls of this mountainous citadel and all screens and holographic projectors activated to see the God-King preach in all his splendor to the people. They hung on every word of [member="Darth Carnifex"] as if the man was casting an enthralling spell on them, and once he had finished his brilliantly crafted speech the entire castle exploded in frenzied cheers and roars of the many monsters.

Getting the force nudge it was time for him to step forward, the other half of the Dark Lords of the Sith that would rule this Black Empire. Just like Exar Kun he had an apprentice and a fellow Dark Lord that ruled their forces to war. Outside of Vain Hollow Citadel was quite the spectacle and it was a truly rare event. The entire Blackblade Guard Legion of 10,000 warriors strong marched in perfect parade formation. Their boots creating an thunderous effect across the open landscape. Around them however was a sea of dark, wicked warriors by the hundreds of thousands, the Iron Horde of Fornow under Warchief Malgrog had come to take heed to the various sized holographic projectors set up.

"Through the lies of the One Sith Empire there is some truth, not much but there is some left in what they preached. Strength Through Unity, Unity Through Faith, Faith Through Obedience. This is the most crucial point in recent history with the One Sith Empire declining, falling under the decaying foundation of lies from which it was built upon, a deceased Dark Lord and the squabbling of naive Councilors trying to save a sinking ship they fail to realize its falling. We are legion but our enemies are far more numerous and spread throughout the galaxy. The Galactic Alliance, the Republic, the Coalition, and many more continuing to sprout. We must stand together united as one! You have asked for war, cried out for the blood of our enemies place your faith in us and we will deliver you to war everlasting! All Hail the Emperor! Empire! Emperor! Loyalty!"

As the Dark Lord finished the entire castle erupted in rumbling roars and cheers, thundering through the vast halls of 'Empire! Emperor! Loyalty!' but that was just a fraction of the cheers. From outside the walls the entire landscape exploded rocking the walls of the citadel, reaching even so high up to the Throne of the God-King.

[member="Alaenera Celralis"] | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]​

[member="Harley"] | [member="Jansal Corego"] | [member="Lachlan Thorne"]​

[member="Micolash Paarl"] | [member="Mitth'urst'almiti"] | [member="Raoh Logarius"]​

[member="Skesk Drirzy"] | [member="The Harbinger"]​

 

[Jansal Corego]

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[member="Alaenera Celralis"] | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Lachlan Thorne"] | [member="Micolash Paarl"] | [member="Mitth'urst'almiti"] | [member="Raoh Logarius"] | [member="Skesk Drirzy"] | [member="The Harbinger"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

"Bic ratiin kelir nartimir te adla ara," muttered Jansal. It always will begin the same way. The mercenary held no ties to the One Sith, nor any dark faction in general; he was a loner, with smaller connections spanning throughout Mandalorian space and the mercenary bands of which he associated with on a purely economic basis; he was a loner, he preferred things that way, but with the way things were stirring up - he doubted he could continue that for much longer. Two weeks ago, he felt something stirred in the Galaxy and, whatever it could be, he sought it out; this led him to the distant Outer Rim, to the planet of Panatha - there, he was greeted by a fleet unlike any other: one which encompassed the entirety of the planet in its sprawl, formed of titanic ships that sunk low over the planet's orbit and dominated the air. They did little to block his entry, however - much to his distinct surprise; he was granted entry into orbit. The individual who had betrayed this information to him had sworn his soul to the cause, promising that one such as himself would be invited to his God Emperor's cause with open arms; he had found himself entirely doubting - that was, until he entered the planet's atmosphere.

The first thing he noticed was a presence, one so booming and expansive it radiated caustic auras of fear and terror to expand into the cabin; one which swallowed the mercenary whole - one which shocked him so immensely he allowed the ship to dip suddenly, nearly driving it at a straight angle to the earth, just before he regained control. Then he was given visage of a dark world, consumed by this damning presence; one so unfathomably cthonic and malevolent that he himself, with minimal experience in the ways of the Force, felt it with tactile dread; beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. There was an open channel through his holoprojector - well, rather, an image projected through it with a sudden click; he had no intention of accepting it, yet it started all the same. With a will of its own, it seemed to flick on; just like that, as if it willed itself to bear the message of the God Emperor into his craft: a message laden with darkness and rage, so unspeakable it maintained an air of otherworldliness, almost eldritch, well into the depiction - the king, on his thrown, delivering a speech inciting his people to his cause, the Black Empire.

By the time he gracefully landed his craft before a mighty citadel, one aligned with all sorts of diabolical decor - but the presence, how it radiated with fierce abandon; it made the flesh feel loose on his bones, quivering, slipping away. All in his head, before the might of the God Emperor, but the terror was by far eclipsed by a sense of desire - to seek out the cause; before the might of Vain Hollow, he departed towards it, entry initially denied. But so strong was his will to discern the cause, it did little to stop him; cheers erupted, no, exploded throughout the plazas surrounding the capital - so strong, the vibration seemed to shake all around him: the roars of the blind and hopeful, he figured, then again, what would that make him? He supposed he should be thankful, the noise covered his tracks; click, the spike propelled swiftly up the length of the wall, cutting into the metal with a little shower of sparks - then a familiar hum. It was a simple matter of touching his soles to activate the magnetic adhesion, allowing him to cling to the surface, using the grappling hook to suspend himself - through the roars of the crowd, he was able to climb right over those barring entry and sneak within.

And there, before the shadow of the Vain Hollow Citadel, those soldiers, clad in dark dress, marched in parade before the screams and cheers of the crowd; the presence, currently, was overwhelming. He stood out amongst the others, dark garb contrasted against his own, silver exterior. It didn't matter, he was singularly guided, and as he stepped to the forefront of the gathering, waves of power washed over him; so many Sith stood about, before the crowd, ready to take their place beneath their king. What was Jansal compared to that? A plaything? If they were to discover him, what then would happen? He could only imagine, his fingers prodding the butt of his rifle, casually slipped away into his waist-mounted holster; how quickly his mind shifted to defending himself, versus servitude - he was a creature of habit after all. Maybe he could kill a few before they caught him - but could he flee? Jetpack was out of the question, so too was flying; fleeing into the wilderness? They could track him - he bit his lower lip; he felt like a fly who had just willingly walked into the spider's web; and for what? He had done so only to sate his curiosity.

Perhaps, before the inevitable, he would deign to do so further; when confronted, then and only then would he dictate a manner of action.