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The Belladar Dynasty

Walking through the doorway of his chambers in the Imperial Palace on Coruscant, the Sith Pureblood Malphas took the comlink from his pocket and contacted a transport ship to fetch him from the Palace at a nearby location, and then he pocketed it again. Today, his mission was going to take him away from Coruscant. There was a need to head back home to Tantorus to prepare the new project that he meant to have commissioned for the One Sith.

A powerful ship built solely by Tantorian Industries.

Unfortunately now that he had only been recently Knighted and given his Dark Mark, the Sith Knight Malphas, now Darth Acarus had a need to return home to his father so that he may finally, and truly have Tantorian Industries transferred to his possession. It was time for him lead it side by side with the One Sith’s Order.

Turning around a corner in the hallway, there were several faces of Acolytes that he recognized. There were some who would have him believe that they were stronger than him, but he was the Knight here. He had fought with some of them, beat them of course, and forgot their names and faces for the most part. They were beneath him now, more so than ever before,
Entering the armoury the Sith Pureblood placed his hand upon the Vonduun Skerr Draxus armour that he had adopted. It was fitted perfectly for him, and once he had placed himself in it, he tightened the belt buckle around his midsection, clipped his lightsaber onto one of the rings, and slipping his shotosaber in the small of his back where there was a hidden sheathe to put it.
 
Once he was ready, he headed out of the armoury. Now, he seemed larger, stronger, and actually prepared for battle. You could never be sure as to what was going to happen in space travel, as several enemy commanders had learned when his taskforce had dropped in on several routine patrols and attacked them.

Nodding to those that would look at him, there was a small smirk on his face underneath the durasteel helmet that was on his head and concealed by the black hooded cloak that he bore.

Now that he was outside and heading towards the landing zone, he saw that there was a light rain. There was technology on Coruscant to control the weather, but the purpose of making it rain, on a planet like Coruscant was beyond.
 
Seeing the ship ahead of him, the ramp descended and he stopped at the bottom of it. Looking up into the sky, rain pattered against his durasteel helmet and his own black cloak. The sky seemed as if it was dark, but it was midday.

Raising a bare hand up, the moisture from the sky began to wet his hand and he stood there for what felt like a few minutes.

Eventually bringing his gaze back down to the open ramp in front of him he walked inside and sat down in the empty passenger compartment. It was going to be a short journey up to his ship in space, but then the journey to Tantorus would take some time.

Malphas already knew what to do.
 
The shuttle that he had taken up into space had been cleared by the Naval Forces above, and the Captain that was stationed aboard Darth Acarus’s flagship had sent him a holotransmission. Placing the holotransmitter on a table in the corner, he stood up and clasped his hands behind his back. There was a salute and he studied the blue particles that was Captain Anthony Norduin.

“At ease, Captain.”

“Thank you, my Lord.”

Nodding in response, he then proceeded with his next words. “What is it?” Straight to the point. Yellow gaze flickering past the holotransmitter and to the viewport, he saw the edge of his taskforce’s flagship, probably the engines if he had guessed right. And then he turned his gaze back down to Norduin.

“Nothing, my Lord. I wanted to report that everything is going as planned and the ship will be ready for travel as soon as your shuttle is in the landing bay.”

Norduin always knew what to say to Acarus to please him. There was no wasting time with either of them, if only he had been a Sith rather than a human, then they perhaps could have even been better allies, but it was not to be.
 
“Make sure the taskforce leaps just as I enter the bridge.”

Pressing the button in front of him, the holotransmitter turned off and the form of Anthony Norduin shrunk into the device and after sweeping it up he brushed it into his pocket and he turned towards the ramp, awaiting for it to descend.

Along the wall there was a glasteel viewport, and when he looked out of it there was nothing but space, and when he blinked they had passed through an energy shield and were safely inside of the Dark Blade Dreadnought.
 
Brushing imaginary dust off of my shoulder, Acarus waited for the ship to land before he pressed the button for the ramp and he strolled out.

Outside of the shuttle there were several soldiers and pilots, working on their ships and those who took note of him saluted. Those who didn’t, he took note of. In a few moments, he was passing through the doorway and into a corridor that led him to a turbolift.

When he arrived on the bridge after taking several turbolifts and walking through a handful of corridors, the fleet leapt into hyperspace and Darth Acarus watched as the white pinpricks of light turned into elongated lines and the darkness of space disappeared around them.

Space travel always amazed him, ever since that first time he had journeyed upon a ship with hyperspace capabilities and left Tantorus for the first time and went to Coruscant so long ago.
 
Finally noticing the bridge crew standing at salute around him, the Sith Knight smiled inwardly. He certainly did enjoy seeing all of these people standing at attention, and with a wave of his hand they all relaxed and went back to what they were doing.

Looking straight ahead to the command chair, he strode towards it and sat down upon it within a few moments.

In what appeared to be out of thin air, Norduin appeared at his side with his normal neutral face. “My Lord.” Was his standard greeting, and Malphas’s head rolled to his right side to look at him. The Captain knew better than to stand on his left side after coming closer to being eviscerated by his lightsaber the first time they had met and he had taken control of his ship.

“How long until we get to Tantorus?”
 
“At our current speed? An hour.” With that response, Malphas smiled so that whitened teeth could be seen shining from his helmet and cloak, and then he waved off the Captain. He did his duty well enough. Malphas hoped that he would be able to see a long life in service to the One Sith.

Perhaps he would after they had united the Galaxy.

Leaning on one of the arm rests, his hand rubbed his jawline in thought.

What will it be like at home? Will my parents miss me? Recognize me? Will forgotten rivals stare in envy at me? Or will they throw themselves at my feet in respect and fear? They would certainly do the same on that city-planet, but they have to keep up their images there, or else they’d be ended.

Tantorus isn’t like that. Not completely.

He truly wondered at this point...
 
The ship reverted to real space fast enough. And the standard announcement on the bridge had occurred, and the countdown that also happened ended when they saw the pinpricks and the planet that he called home. There was little to do at this point except to look at a communications officer, who then transmitted the order to have his shuttle prepared.

With an inclination of his head in thanks, the Sith Knight set his gaze upon Norduin and said, “keep yourself busy.” Then he walked into the turbolift and the door closed right behind him.

Once the final turbolift door opened and he was admitted to the corridor that would bring him to the hangar bay, several troopers were lining the walls and they fell into position behind the Sith Knight. He liked that, they were only there on his own orders for protection.

Of course he knew on Tantorus none would dare strike him, but it was more for show if anything, to show his parents how far he had risen.
 
The troopers sat in the troop transports that were situated throughout the hangar bay, and the Sith Pureblood took his own personal craft below.

Once they broke atmosphere the Sith Knight's ship began to head down towards the capital of the planet; Tantor. After coming from the known galaxy and hearing and seeing the names of other planet's such as Coruscant, Metellos, Prakith, Byss, and the rest, when it came to naming, Tantorus was quite simple.

Not that that was bad, it just paled in comparison to names that were more... Extravagant.

In the short time that Tantorus had been apart of the regime of the One Sith, the planet had developed quite a bit. The cities were larger, and there was certainly a Sith Temple somewhere on the planet. Where it was located, he had no idea, but he was certain there was one. If there wasn't, then he'd simply have to speak with his King, Darth Arcis.

Once the ship landed on the landing pad with it's two other shuttles filled with sith troopers, Darth Acarus exited and looked about, clasping his hands behind him.
 
The first thing he did was take in a breath of fresh air. Air that he hadn't inhaled for quite some time. He was now amongst his own people, and he walked out of the spaceport with an escort of a dozen or so men behind him. The spaceport was quite close to where his own family's business was located, there was no reason for them to look for a speeder to transport them.

Along the streets, several people stopped whatever they were doing to watch them. Some faces he thought he recognized, but he couldn't put a name to the faces. That bothered him to some degree that he had forgotten the name of his own kinsmen, but he continued anyway.
 
Stopping suddenly, he beckoned the sergeant of his entourage closer to him and pointed up towards one of the largest buildings nearby. It was near the centre of the city where the King's Palace was located: The Heart's Palace. Malphas himself had been in there once before.

It was quite the establishment.

"What do you see?" He asked, pointing ahead of them towards a high building.

The sergeant, whatever his name was didn't answer right away, wondering if he was meant to be seeing something underneath the surface. "I don't know, my Lord."

"That's the business we're here for."

Then he started to move again.
 
"Yes, my Lord."

Their journey took them further into the capital city of Tantor, and then suddenly they were at the foot of the building. Looking up to it, he backed up until he was able to see the top of it, and then he turned his head to look around at all those around him. He remained quiet, staring at the black sentinels that were with him.

The sith troopers were dutiful. They only spoke when spoken to. He liked that.

There were some Force users in the temple who needed such restraint.

With a relaxed shrug, he walked inside.
 
"You can wait down here."

Not even needing to turn around to say so, the troopers stopped at the entrance of the turbolift and he continued inwards alone. For a moment he thought he saw the face of someone that he had once known a long time ago, a rival of some sort maybe, or maybe a Kissai Priest that he had come to known, and then the turbolift closed.

Now he wouldn't be finding out.

The doors opened a few moments later and he exited. For a moment, he felt lost, and then eh started to walk again. He hadn't known where he had been going at first, but once he began to let the Force guide him and his footsteps, the path started to feel familiar again.

Then he was entering his father's office.
 
The familiar features of his father looked back up to him. A powerful man, in the business industry and in the Force. He was a smart man, and he had done his part to give birth to a now powerful Sith Pureblood. This Sith Pureblood with the flesh of his body a different colour. Malphas was the albino of the species, being Charcoal rather than crimson or the darker hue of obsidian didn't help his position.

Not that much, but when he had gone to the Sith and learned that the same pigmentation had been upon the first Sith King, Adas.

He knew he had been destined for great things. To wage wars across the stars. All he needed was a staging ground, mentors, and he would be ready. In his current state, he was on that road.

"My son..."
 
Malphas blinked.

That was a phrase that he hadn't heard for quite some time. The child that had once been Malphas no longer existed, not when he had gotten his marks. He was Darth Acarus now. Right? Malphas the future of Tantorian Industries was dead, it was destined for Darth Acarus now... Wasn't it?

Wasn't it said that you had to let your old self go before you could become a proper Sith? To truly hold the power that the Sith wield?

He didn't know, it didn't matter now. He came for what was his.

Tantorian Industries.

"Father." Was his cold response. "I have come for what is mine."

His father sat at the end of a long table, with a glass window behind him. He turned to square his shoulders to look at his father and he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side.
 
Xanxus, Malphas's father was clearly taken aback by the way his son had regarded him. It was clear at that point that the man that had once been a boy was no longer present. Just from the look in his eyes however, Malphas knew his father wasn't going to back down so easily, so he pushed on.

"You will refer to me as Darth Acarus." He went so far as to say. Now, he was slowly walking up the table towards his father's position. The Dark Side of the Force practically pulsated from his body as he tried to exude a presence of uneasiness for his father. He wanted to make him shake and shiver in fear, the thing that would feel like a cold hand holding you by the nape of your neck.

That was Malphas.

Throwing back his hood, he revealed the durasteel helmet that he had found upon Coruscant. It was a simple thing, crude in fashion, but it had it's purposes. It had helped him conceal his person whilst he had been amongst the One Sith. To conceal his actual appearance, to hide what he truly looked like.

A Charcoal Sith Pureblood.

Placing both hands on the top of his head, he pulled the helmet off.

"My son, I had no expected you to come so soon. Surely you haven't risen to a high enough power!"
 
Darth Acarus paused.

The dark pigmentation of the Sith Pureblood's face settled upon the man that had once been his father. In features alone, Malphas looked as if he were any other sort of Pureblood. The slight tendrils coming out of his cheeks, the powerful frame, everything. The only thing that differed from him to his father was the colour, and Malphas knew at that moment that his father always thought him inferior.

"I am stronger than you could've ever imagined." He claimed, unknowingly quoting many Sith over the centuries. "I have fought Jedi, slain dragons. I am the one with power in this room. You did as I commanded when I sent you blueprints. You built the ships as I sent them to you." While he spoke his voice rose in volume.

"I. Am. Sith..."
 
"And I have come for what is mine."

At that point, a hand snapped outwards but instead of the punishing power that was Sith Lightning, the force called the datapad that was upon the table, with the stylus that was present. It was the contract that said he was becoming the owner of Tantorian Industries.

Glancing up to his father he chuckled, his dark face contorting itself into what could approximate as a smile. "You lied." But there was nothing else.

He signed.
 
Xanxus leapt to his feet with the usage of the Force. He too had the Force at his call but he dare not use it against his son.

"You're not ready for it. Continue to do what we have been doing! The company prospers with us working together!" The claims fell on deaf ears.

He wasn't going to kill his father, not yet. There was no purpose to it, he didn't want to be that sort of Sith with no more family. If so, what would he become? A powerful Sith Lord with no restraints? Unbound by the tethers of compassion? As if he would be with his family alive.

No, they couldn't be killed.

"It's too late, old man."
 

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