Chains Unbroken
Kaas City
Dromund Kaas
864 ABY
The near-constant storm of the planet beat lightly against the windows - coalescing as they ran down the transparisteel to form miniature rivers. These found more until they were no longer visible along the pane. The storms of the planet were nearly constant, happening for thousands of years since the en masse sith experimentation the Sith Emperor Tenebrae had done on the planet before. Now, the rains were not known for being the product of Sith Alchemy, but rather the simple nature of the place - the infrastructure built to adapt, the people comfortable with it, and the good graces they sometimes have when faced with a sunny day.
Today, however, was not such a day.
The Pillars arrived one by one within the Capital, to discuss the quickly worsening situation around the Empire. From the War Campaigns of the NIO and GA to the arrival of Sith breakaways known as the Warlords and Lords of the Sith - one taking up arms on the galactic edge, the other finding a foothold on the world of Korriban. Things were dire for the Sith, and none among them were fools to it - even if the Propaganda Machine told the citizens all was under control.
As the meeting began, and points were made - there would be a collective glance upwards as they could hear the rains change in pitch and intensity. It was not uncommon for the storm to do such, turning heavy in a moment's notice, but the noises that vibrated down from the dome were hardly that of normal rainfall. Lightning crackled in the distance, and the subtle whistle of the wind picking up began to creak into the city from all sides - but those of Force Sensitivity among the Pillars would feel exactly what it was.
All at once, the noise would begin to cease - until only a few seconds later none existed within the room. No echo’s, no ambiance, the very nature of Sound seemed to become flat as the light began to fade and sputter - and within the blink of an eye, the form of a three-meter giant would appear among them. Clad in jet black robes that hung loosely all around it, with five electrum masks each carved with a line of the Sith Code, the blob of a being radiated darkness that even the less force-sensitive would feel, like a truck of energy slamming into them full force.
“Sith.”, it offered them in a harsh regal tone, as though it had to force the words through clenched teeth.
“Those who have propagated the Rule of Order.”, it continued.
“Failures.”, a child snarled, as whispers began to creep up from the darkness.
“We are the Worm Emperor, that of a thousand voices.”
“The Breaker of Chains.”, an angrier male voice said.
“And we come for something simple. For you to bend the knee, right your wrongs, and accept the failures you have propagated among the Sith.”
As he spoke, a long and dangling arm began to rise from the robes - extended and jerky, it was a left hand that seemed more robotic and uncared for than truly human. Wrapped in all black wraps, it had no visible skin as it reached its apex around where the should of the first mask be.
“Or this planet, and this Empire, will burn.”, it offered.
And all at once, they would feel what was occurring. Portals made from pure Dark Side energy would begin to form across the city - eating away at the material that surrounded them like small black holes, only for a moment later Legions of soldiers and Sith would flood out of them in droves. A dozen portals began, and a dozen portals would continue as alarms were engaged and forces were deployed in defense.
Even one would form behind the Worm Emperor after a moment - his own Dark Council arriving behind him. Darth Bourous, a bald Chiss and the Will of the Emperor, Darth Apedemak, a massive sith spawn without eyes that carried with it a weapon the size of the Will, and a holoprojector of Qual’Al-Selim - the Eye of the Emperor, and assembler that worked intelligence on behalf of the great Worm himself. They each offered a glance to the collected Council, as though their numbers meant nothing when backed by the strength of doctrine.
“We offer you this one chance. Quell the weak, trim cancer you have created within the Sith, and see greatness once more; or fall to a death of a thousand cuts, from the Jedi, from the Imperials, and from greater Sith.”
