L'Empire, c'est moi
T H E_L E G A C Y_O F_E M P I R E S
FINAL DAWN
NIRAUAN, WILD SPACE
Sularen walked through the empty ruins of the the Hand of Thrawn, each footstep echoing through the walls of the once mighty fortress that had stood as a bastion for the ideals of the New Order. Decades ago, he had stood within this very structure as Irveric Tavlar declared the foundation of the New Imperial Order and his intent to wage war against the Sith Empire, then ruled by Darth Carnifex and the Sith Zambrano Dynasty. He remembered that day, when he eagerly pledged whatever resources he had at his disposal to Talvar's cause, and yet in the end, he was still dishonourably discharged and ostracized amongst Imperial circles.
Before long, Sularen would enter the throne room of the fortress, the exact location where Tavlar issued his declaration of defiance. As he walked through the throne room, with memories of Tavlar's declaration flowing through his mind, Sularen could only wonder: why had he been able to galvanize the greatest Imperial movement within the past half-century? What made Tavlar so special was that he built something whose legacy echoes through the galaxy to this day. A legacy that many Imperials clung to so tightly that they were unable to see the potential in newer Imperial movements unless they met a specific standard set by Talvar's movement, something that frustrated Sularen, given his own attempts to build a movement that could eclipse the New Imperial Order throughout the past few years.
Soon enough, Sularen found himself right in front of the throne itself. It was nothing fancy, just a simple elevated metal chair with a staircase leading up to it. It was somewhat symbolic, the empty throne, the ruined fortress, both displaying the state that the Imperial Movement found itself in today, directionless and fractured, with no purpose or future. If only things had gone differently, Sularen thought. If only the Dark Empire or the Imperial Confederation had overcome their struggles, things might have gone differently. And yet still here he was, within the great ruins of a bygone era, pondering on how he could ever create something as great as the New Imperial Order when the bar was set so high.
"I fucking hate this galaxy..." Sularen muttered as he continued to look up towards the empty throne, his hand clasped behind his back as the sounds of heavy rainfall and lightning echoed from the exterior of the fortress.
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