The Voice In Your Head
OPEN: To all let's have some chaotic old school fun attempt to Kill, Capture, or Redeem(Yeah right)
Tegan Starfall
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Location: Corellia
Long before the Maw existed, long before the Dark Jedi broke away from the Jedi to become the God's of the Sith people and build countless empires, in time when the ancient Je'daii Order was mere twenty years in a Girl was born on a dusty old planet in wild space. Her mothers throat slit as the baby left the womb, sold directly a rival peoples by her jealous Uncle. Born to bloodshed, sold into chains, and deprived of the nurturing love that is vital for one to grow up healthy and strong. Villains aren't born they are molded and manufactured by the environment around them. The villain in the fairytale is always meant to be cautionary tale be careful for any one could become what they have become.
A white gloved hand, held a black queen chess piece, glowing orange eyes stared at it from behind a plan white expressionless sith death mask. The black King laid on it's side on the chess board in front of the of the one dressed all in white. They sat on a throne on the bridge of a ship, the ship loomed over the world of Corellia. A world the woman in white long despised a world she had terrorized long before the Galactic Alliance ruled over it. So many worlds had been terrorized and so many leaders had been forced to kneel before her. That was so long ago, now she was a forgotten relic that made herself a pawn in the maw. She should have seized control and pushed it in the direction she saw fit but instead she tried to play a puppet master only to find herself playing the puppet instead.
Her eyes continued to stare at the black queen she held before her. On the bridge of her ship were dead bodies the crew, she no longer had a use for them or the Sorcerers of Rhand so now their bodies had been sacrificed. Their blood spilling through out the ship she was on that loomed above Corellia. The Maw squabbled over the remnants of what remained of that empire. Tegan had for a moment thought she might swoop in and aid who ever inherited it but as she saw things unfold, the thrill of what the Maw could be died in her eyes. She wanted to see a new threat rise one that truly instilled fear the Galaxy like the Maw had in its earlier days.
Before that could come to pass though something else needed to be done. One last game needed to be played, a game Tegan had played a million times before and never once had the outcome repeated itself in the exact same way. Encoded Messages had been sent out across the Galaxy to various people each with a target. If the targets lived, they would get to see the next phase of things to come if not they would perish forever. Tegan rose from her throne, setting the black queen on the chess board in the cent of a dozen pawns set up in a circular pattern in front of the fallen king. Her orange eyes flashed from behind her white mask. "One Final Game, one final time to make Corellia burn. One last time to for the Galaxy to break before the The Goddess of Destruction." A wicked little smirk crossed the diminutive figures face as she hit a button on arm rest of her throne. As she did a small missile barrage launched from the ship and the ship itself lurched forward aiming for the planet's atmosphere.
As this went into effect Tegan herself quickly mover to the cargo bay and got into a small stealth fighter. Ass the missile launched and even the ship she knew would be stopped easily and with out much effort by Corellia's defense force she had dealt with hem many times before. It's purpose was to just get Corellia's attention she was going to terrorize the world for as long as she could. Much like the games she launched for various others this one was her game as well would she survive to even see the next phase of her plan. Would the Goddess of Destruction get to see all the worlds burn or would Corellia become her final resting place.
Tegan Starfall
. Location: Corellia
Long before the Maw existed, long before the Dark Jedi broke away from the Jedi to become the God's of the Sith people and build countless empires, in time when the ancient Je'daii Order was mere twenty years in a Girl was born on a dusty old planet in wild space. Her mothers throat slit as the baby left the womb, sold directly a rival peoples by her jealous Uncle. Born to bloodshed, sold into chains, and deprived of the nurturing love that is vital for one to grow up healthy and strong. Villains aren't born they are molded and manufactured by the environment around them. The villain in the fairytale is always meant to be cautionary tale be careful for any one could become what they have become.
A white gloved hand, held a black queen chess piece, glowing orange eyes stared at it from behind a plan white expressionless sith death mask. The black King laid on it's side on the chess board in front of the of the one dressed all in white. They sat on a throne on the bridge of a ship, the ship loomed over the world of Corellia. A world the woman in white long despised a world she had terrorized long before the Galactic Alliance ruled over it. So many worlds had been terrorized and so many leaders had been forced to kneel before her. That was so long ago, now she was a forgotten relic that made herself a pawn in the maw. She should have seized control and pushed it in the direction she saw fit but instead she tried to play a puppet master only to find herself playing the puppet instead.
Her eyes continued to stare at the black queen she held before her. On the bridge of her ship were dead bodies the crew, she no longer had a use for them or the Sorcerers of Rhand so now their bodies had been sacrificed. Their blood spilling through out the ship she was on that loomed above Corellia. The Maw squabbled over the remnants of what remained of that empire. Tegan had for a moment thought she might swoop in and aid who ever inherited it but as she saw things unfold, the thrill of what the Maw could be died in her eyes. She wanted to see a new threat rise one that truly instilled fear the Galaxy like the Maw had in its earlier days.
Before that could come to pass though something else needed to be done. One last game needed to be played, a game Tegan had played a million times before and never once had the outcome repeated itself in the exact same way. Encoded Messages had been sent out across the Galaxy to various people each with a target. If the targets lived, they would get to see the next phase of things to come if not they would perish forever. Tegan rose from her throne, setting the black queen on the chess board in the cent of a dozen pawns set up in a circular pattern in front of the fallen king. Her orange eyes flashed from behind her white mask. "One Final Game, one final time to make Corellia burn. One last time to for the Galaxy to break before the The Goddess of Destruction." A wicked little smirk crossed the diminutive figures face as she hit a button on arm rest of her throne. As she did a small missile barrage launched from the ship and the ship itself lurched forward aiming for the planet's atmosphere.
As this went into effect Tegan herself quickly mover to the cargo bay and got into a small stealth fighter. Ass the missile launched and even the ship she knew would be stopped easily and with out much effort by Corellia's defense force she had dealt with hem many times before. It's purpose was to just get Corellia's attention she was going to terrorize the world for as long as she could. Much like the games she launched for various others this one was her game as well would she survive to even see the next phase of her plan. Would the Goddess of Destruction get to see all the worlds burn or would Corellia become her final resting place.
