Darth Lucid
A man walked the long dark halls of the temple, the temple had fallen into disarray abandoned a long time ago. It belonged to one of many sith empires that arose out of the ashes of the sith empire that come before it. It like so many others a shrine to of its dark past faded murals depicting bloody battles and broken statue of forgotten lords lined the dark halls of the broken temple. The man in a long brown tattered long coat, a coat that had seen a million wars not a single stitch of the original coat remained much like these walls the coat was remnant of something long forgotten.
The man's eyes glowed orange as he walked down the corridors with purpose towards his destination. His orange sulfuric glowing enough to brighten his path as he walked, the eyes glowed show the stain of the curse on the man's soul. A stain he was born with unlike so many who had earned their dark scars this one was born with the darkness. Born over and over again, it was his burden to fight the endless wars of the Galaxy.
As he walked the corridors his right fist clinched tightly as he approached two large doors. The Doors had seen better days rusted and the hinges started in to break away. The man with orange eyes raised his left hand and with a blast of the force blew the doors inward as they flew across the room and slammed into a wall. His combat boats stepped into the large chamber and his orange eyes looked up towards seven thrones. He stared at each of the thrones seeing ghostly faces of the once who once sat in them in his minds eye. He remembered how each of them fell from grace and how they all became dust like their empire.
"I told you all I would watch your empire fall and the next one rise from your ashes. You are all long dead and the Rebel who warned you, still remains. You withered in your stagnancy as did so many before and after." He spoke to the ghosts only he saw, all empires and dynasties come to an end nothing was forever or so the stories go. However, the Rebel still remained after all this time, and he no longer knew what his purpose or fight was. He saw the ghost in the center throne rise up and raise their staff only a mirage of the past. In the real story he told them they're in action and stagnancy would kill them and that they need to be purged if their empire was to stay strong. Then the staff was risen and The Rebel sith s body was racked with electricity from the staff. He called them all cowards and challenged them all to the dual to the death as he was forced to his knees by the lightening from the staff.
The old man smirked as he remembered challenging them all and not a single one accepted, they just cackled as they force lightening raced through his body. They let him live in the end and he saw the fall of their empire and the death of everyone of them play out. He smirked as each ghost faded away in his mind. He had returned to this place one thing he was here to retrieve a few things relics of his past and things from this fallen empire. If the Rebel was to keep on fighting, he might as well use everything he could. "If only you had listened." he whispered to himself.
Caltin Vanagor
receive a strange, encoded message on a secure comm channel. The message temporarily overrides all other comm channels leave it the only message that can be seen for a few moments. It gives the coordinates to the Planet Munto Cordu coordinates to unknown location on it;'s surface . The message states:
"Rebellions come and go all across the Galaxy they either succeed or fade away however their is one Rebel who is at every war front. This rebel only knows war, only knows battle field. You Felt his presences on Rhand, and you walked past him in a crowd on Corellia. He is old and his war has never end, his fate is in your hands."
The messages there and now the choice is all yours.[/hr]
The man's eyes glowed orange as he walked down the corridors with purpose towards his destination. His orange sulfuric glowing enough to brighten his path as he walked, the eyes glowed show the stain of the curse on the man's soul. A stain he was born with unlike so many who had earned their dark scars this one was born with the darkness. Born over and over again, it was his burden to fight the endless wars of the Galaxy.
As he walked the corridors his right fist clinched tightly as he approached two large doors. The Doors had seen better days rusted and the hinges started in to break away. The man with orange eyes raised his left hand and with a blast of the force blew the doors inward as they flew across the room and slammed into a wall. His combat boats stepped into the large chamber and his orange eyes looked up towards seven thrones. He stared at each of the thrones seeing ghostly faces of the once who once sat in them in his minds eye. He remembered how each of them fell from grace and how they all became dust like their empire.
"I told you all I would watch your empire fall and the next one rise from your ashes. You are all long dead and the Rebel who warned you, still remains. You withered in your stagnancy as did so many before and after." He spoke to the ghosts only he saw, all empires and dynasties come to an end nothing was forever or so the stories go. However, the Rebel still remained after all this time, and he no longer knew what his purpose or fight was. He saw the ghost in the center throne rise up and raise their staff only a mirage of the past. In the real story he told them they're in action and stagnancy would kill them and that they need to be purged if their empire was to stay strong. Then the staff was risen and The Rebel sith s body was racked with electricity from the staff. He called them all cowards and challenged them all to the dual to the death as he was forced to his knees by the lightening from the staff.
The old man smirked as he remembered challenging them all and not a single one accepted, they just cackled as they force lightening raced through his body. They let him live in the end and he saw the fall of their empire and the death of everyone of them play out. He smirked as each ghost faded away in his mind. He had returned to this place one thing he was here to retrieve a few things relics of his past and things from this fallen empire. If the Rebel was to keep on fighting, he might as well use everything he could. "If only you had listened." he whispered to himself.
Caltin Vanagor
receive a strange, encoded message on a secure comm channel. The message temporarily overrides all other comm channels leave it the only message that can be seen for a few moments. It gives the coordinates to the Planet Munto Cordu coordinates to unknown location on it;'s surface . The message states:"Rebellions come and go all across the Galaxy they either succeed or fade away however their is one Rebel who is at every war front. This rebel only knows war, only knows battle field. You Felt his presences on Rhand, and you walked past him in a crowd on Corellia. He is old and his war has never end, his fate is in your hands."
The messages there and now the choice is all yours.[/hr]
