Arris Windrun
Gutter Goddess
"I accept."
Did the Empire know it was two words that brought the Sith Covenant to its door?
Two words that fueled Mercy Star-Arm. A Kaggath that defined a Conclave and gave rise to an insidious disease that now splotched the Core. When the Emperor left that battle unfinished, she vowed to find and fight him wherever he was. And if she couldn't find him? Then she would rip apart everything that gave him strength. And many would follow, those who knew that in the Titan's wake they would confront the galaxy and grow stronger, and have all the spoils that come with it.
The Galactic Empire spreads itself thin as all imperial machines must. Their fleets and their armies dispersed across a mighty territory to control it. Certainly, Coruscant, their jewel, the Imperial Center, is well-defended... But is it enough?
Sith fleets exit hyperspace, each a horde, and among them the many Sith who have been promised the wealth of the Core and the spread of Darkness should they succeed.
The Covenant has arrived with everything. Every fleet, every army, every Sith warrior, every slave, every weapon, every round of ammunition. There is no empire for them to defend, but a singular enemy to excise, destroy, and supplant because of two words.
A Kaggath was accepted. And now, one way or the other, it would be finished.
