Character
New Alderaan,
On the fringes of civilization, in the hills.
On a lonely hill stood a great towering marble statue of the late Roan Fel, the Emperor of the Fel Empire during the time of the Krayt's One Sith. His vigil stood guard, watching the new Imperial homeworld of New Alderaan. It was unusual; it was not designed for tourists or patriotic citizens, only visited by a small artisan crew every month to repair any damages the weather inevitably dealt to its immortal visage and of course, was customary guarded by a solitary Imperial Knight. It was too isolated and too old to be defaced for any political agitator or outcast, and any monetary worth it might hold was undercut by the inconvenience of any attempt to steal it. Yet, even now, as the Imperial Confederation abandoned any pretense of upholding the ancient title of Imperial Emperor or Empress, his legacy was still respected.
The lone Imperial Knight guarding this solitary statue was Searal Nis. The Imperial Knights could never escape ceremony and spectacle, but that did not explain why she was here. Less so now that the Empress was deposed, leaving the Imperial Knights scrambling for purpose or point. Yet tradition scarcely dies quickly; it whimpers and fizzles out, sometimes for many decades. She herself was left wondering what the point of the Imperial Knights was. They were not pledged to the Imperial Confederation, but the Empress herself, and now she was nothing, all her duties and responsibilities fading over her own selfishness. She did not fall to the Darkside, nor could she, but instead she just fell politically. That was the depressing reality of the Imperial Knights, she realized, they wanted to pretend they were a spiritual institution, a sort of reformed Jedi, but in truth they were a political one, or even worse than that, Stormtroopers with a lightsaber.
So here she was, defending a statue of an ancient Emperor of a dynasty that no longer had any real power or relevance, even within the Imperial Confederation. Searal Nis patrolled around the statue in a dizzying haze of boredom. She almost prayed for a Sith invasion, or a visitor to shout at.
Sai Fel
On the fringes of civilization, in the hills.
On a lonely hill stood a great towering marble statue of the late Roan Fel, the Emperor of the Fel Empire during the time of the Krayt's One Sith. His vigil stood guard, watching the new Imperial homeworld of New Alderaan. It was unusual; it was not designed for tourists or patriotic citizens, only visited by a small artisan crew every month to repair any damages the weather inevitably dealt to its immortal visage and of course, was customary guarded by a solitary Imperial Knight. It was too isolated and too old to be defaced for any political agitator or outcast, and any monetary worth it might hold was undercut by the inconvenience of any attempt to steal it. Yet, even now, as the Imperial Confederation abandoned any pretense of upholding the ancient title of Imperial Emperor or Empress, his legacy was still respected.
The lone Imperial Knight guarding this solitary statue was Searal Nis. The Imperial Knights could never escape ceremony and spectacle, but that did not explain why she was here. Less so now that the Empress was deposed, leaving the Imperial Knights scrambling for purpose or point. Yet tradition scarcely dies quickly; it whimpers and fizzles out, sometimes for many decades. She herself was left wondering what the point of the Imperial Knights was. They were not pledged to the Imperial Confederation, but the Empress herself, and now she was nothing, all her duties and responsibilities fading over her own selfishness. She did not fall to the Darkside, nor could she, but instead she just fell politically. That was the depressing reality of the Imperial Knights, she realized, they wanted to pretend they were a spiritual institution, a sort of reformed Jedi, but in truth they were a political one, or even worse than that, Stormtroopers with a lightsaber.
So here she was, defending a statue of an ancient Emperor of a dynasty that no longer had any real power or relevance, even within the Imperial Confederation. Searal Nis patrolled around the statue in a dizzying haze of boredom. She almost prayed for a Sith invasion, or a visitor to shout at.
Sai Fel
