Who Am I?

"Our power will only keep you hidden for so long. Surprise will only be attainable for a moment." The blood soaked visage stared at the blond woman with empty sockets. Alina simply nodded. Everything had been building to this moment. Her gaze turned out to those she trusted most. The 67th. Her guard. The Oracles. Apprentices, allies. The Empire was falling apart. She'd watched too many children sent to fight in the place of a missing Empress and an absent Dark Lord. They knew the plan.
"Be ready. There's no going back."
The Oracles began. A cloak to cover the decent from above. The 67th weren't a group made for spacial combat or long term siege. Reach the planet. Take the Sith Academy under control to stop the Sith from responding. Take the military command compound under control to stop the legions from retaliating. Taking the palace to remove those who dare sit on a throne and do nothing more. The shuttles landed where they needed to.




Her focus was on the palace.
Clad in her armor she stepped up the steps towards to the imposing building. All her life it was a symbol of power. Of the Empire's strength. It terrified her. Gods walked through it's halls. Now she new better. False idols that took control and grew fat on their thrones. Grew fat off the death of her fellow acolytes. Her grip tightened on her lightspear as she stepped into the palace. Darkness radiated from everywhere. From her.
She was here to take the throne and reunify the Empire before it fell completely to pieces. The time of waiting for their Dark Lord and Empress to take action was over.