Faction The Dread Emperor | SO

[Darth Empyrean]

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The Black Citadel​

Jutrand​

877 ABY​

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The Jiaasjen Purges still commenced, some holdouts and targets on the lam moved to friendly territory or desperately clung to their minor strongholds on the outskirts of the Imperium's borders. Even the Kainite retreated in that moment from the Sith Order's affairs - though not without their own harsh response, in the form of the Fellowship of the Eclipse. Hyper zealous Carnifex loyalists ran rampant in worlds with less than strict control and dominance - and it made for an unruly war of daggers in the night. The armies prepared to settle this openly, but for now there was only the opening volleys of assassins.​

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Back on Jutrand, the Dark Alliance between Darth Empyrean and Darth Ophidia had culminated in a ceremony befitting their new government. Hooded figures from across the Empire gathered to pay homage to their new Emperor, thus named the Dread Emperor for his corpse like appearance. Gathered in the newly constructed Black Citadel, the Sith moved to their position to watch the coronation, and bear witness to a historical event.​

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The fledgling Emperor was ordained in a grand regalia, stepping alongside his wife and Empress Srina Talon - thus named the Dread Empress. Together they walked through a path formed by armored knights holding their sabers in parallel to their chests, careful and practiced until they met the corpse like visage of the ecclesiarch leader - a Sepulchral Lord who's name had long since been forgotten by time. His visage beamed wide as he spoke.​

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"Heir of the Worm. Wife of the Dead God.", he began.​

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"You have ushered in the Sith's reemergence to the Galaxy - in spite of the many enemies that would see us low. You have proved a capacity to lead, to build, to raise yourself above the standard of your peers - to be a symbol for all to strive to be like. For this, you will have no shortage of enemies - and yet we must respect your strength in doing so all the same. Few have risen to your station, fewer still will yet come as we near the glorious day of our domination."​

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"Let the Galaxy fear you for your strength, let the Sith know yours as a true Sith. Allow us the privilege to serve, allow us to the strength to enact your will across all reality."​

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The Sepulchral Lord lowered himself to a knee, beneath them both as he lifted a pillow at his feet above his head towards them. There were two crowns, carefully crafted with a dark iron and red Kyber crystals in their depths - corrupted and dark. Slowly, each would lift them, place them upon their heads and turn to the crowd. In unison, the guards would call out a sharp chant - beating their feet in time as a distant drum hit heavy and slow. Prayers from the Sepulchral took hold of the room, and the two were guided to twin thrones above the rest.​

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"Crowned is the new Emperor, Breaker of Fate, Master of Gathering Darkness, and Lord of Death."​

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Empyrean watched with his cold, dead eyes upon the crowd, knowing this was to be his goal. To lead the Sith, to reign above them as none had before - and he would fight tooth and nail to ensure none could break this strength he was cultivating. Not Carnifex, not the Snake, and not the Jedi. This was the beginning of the Eclipse, the Dark Tide, the Revenge. The Galaxy would learn to fear them for what they are, and he would allow no father dissent.​

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The New Order grew stronger.​

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This is not a real thread so much as a reaction thread for the Coronation of Darth Empyrean and Srina Talon as the new Emperor and Empress of the Sith Order's Imperium. Feel free to react to this, be it at the ceremony, from your sith's home, or as another unrelated party spying on the events of the Sith. Just a simple reaction will do, but feel free to discuss the implications or effects as you see fit!​

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[Darth Malum of House Marr]

For an orderly event, there was very little order, if it was an apprentice to be first approaching the coronated pair.

Now that was not truly a fair assessment. There had been immense planning for this event, for a ceremony this expensive, there better had have been, or otherwise, it truly was throwing credits down the Sarlaac Pit.

Everything, including his steps, had been coordinated and planned weeks in advance, intermixed with the pure chaos of constant warfare across Sith Space as Tsis'Kaar and Eternalist forces battled a powerful Kainite insurgency. A war between the Sith, what he had feared the most was undergoing, and here he was, dropping to a knee in front of the coronated Dread Monarchs, his red eyes staring resolutely at the carpeted floor. Friendships were being torn apart before him, and it had left much in flux for him as well, he had not spoken to Quintessa since the Life Day celebrations. He had not seen Adeline Noctua from even before that... though, he had never truly established where her loyalties had lain, an apprentice to Darth Carnifex, certainly, yet flashes of the tail and horns revealed much, magics that either she would have had to learn herself, or learn from the master of alchemy, Darth Empyrean. He would not be surprised then if she was among them, among the cloaked faces on his periphery, glancing down upon them.

There was another Kainite he was aware of, Lirka Ka , and though he did not know them particularly well, he could only fear where they were. He had been given reports from his Mistress that many a Tsis'Kaar operative had been silenced across Sith Space, those among the Kainite ranks and beyond.

He could only wonder if the former Sephi and current Slave Master General had something to do with that.

Indeed, he hoped that in any missions that he would be assigned against the Kainites, he would not encounter the creature.

He had witnessed them fight Darth Strosius at the Life Day, and Alisteri was no slouch.

Fighting Ka would be very much an up-mountain battle.

His red eyes looked up to make eye contact with the Dread Monarchs.

His mind brought back to why he specifically was here to pay homage.

Well, it seemed that being the apprentice to one of the Duumvirate held some upward mobility when compared to being an apprentice to one of the Triumvirate. His Mistress would never bow, they all knew that and they all knew that within this new Sith Empire, Darth Empyrean and Darth Ophidia would be ruling equally, or at the very least ruling conflictingly.

Yet there could only be one Emperor, and they had to forestall any infighting for the moment, and so here he was, bringing forth at least theoretically, the fealty of his Mistress to the Emperor.

Of course, there was likely an insult there, the junior apprentice of Ophidia bringing forth her fealty, when her graduated apprentice, a knight, one of renown would have brought much more prestige to the gathering. Likely one of many unhappy compromises made between the two at this point of date.

When had he become so cynical?

"All hail, Darth Empyrean, Emperor of the Sith!" He shouted, his voice echoing along the Black Citadel, heard by all among the gathered assembly.

Perhaps one day it would be him, at Empyrean's position, wearing a crown upon his head with lofty titles.

One could dream.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Alisteri coughed as he pulled away from the neck of his most recent victim, blood still dripping down his newly healed chin as his yellow eyes blinked open once more. He glanced around the dismal little alley that he had wandered into and raised an eyebrow at the sight of a handful of similarly drained bodies. He hadn't thought that he had been that hungry, but evidently he was.

The unmasked man stood from his position on the floor, letting the body drop to the ground as he wiped the blood from his chin and strode out of the alleyway. In all reality he had been very lucky to get out of the arena as intact as he did, or at all given his competitor. It was a shame that his mask was stolen away but he could make another.

And the next time he saw that armored woman, he'd return the favor.

But for now he simply pulled his hood over his face as much as he could as he stepped onto the streets of Jutrand. Alisteri's gaze drifted up to a large holodisplay that lit up the street that he had found himself in, one that many citizens had stopped to gawk at much like he had. His newly healed hand clenched into a fist as he watched the coronation of Empyrean.

He spit on the ground and glared at the display as if it would somehow insult or inconvenience the Sith that was being crowned. "Enjoy your throne Empyrean. It'll be your pyre soon."

With disgust written across his face he turned from the display and stomped down the street, heading back to the nearest spaceport to make his leave of the planet before the 'celebrations' began in earnest. He had plans to make after all.