Pillar of Education | Inquisitor | General
Like extensions of the ship's robotics the Imperial Crew of the TSO Star Destroyer efficiently orchestrates its extended trek across the farthest reaches of the galactic grid, into the insufficiently documented outer rim, beyond the reach of the Sanctuary Pipeline. Its mission, one and the same as it was long ago, to expand the reach of the Empire and encourage populations to join the fight against the galactic rebellion, to surround and snuff out the Light.
The Star Destroyer stalled momentarily to accept trade provisions and contraband from the Sector. Remnant rock of the lost Panatha floated in the far distance, a testament to the infighting among those who believe themselves superior Sith, supporting the reason behind her Father Darth Carnifex 's expansion into Arts Darker than most dare to study, producing Magick beyond any which mere mortals can sustain. Her own Mother, High Priestess of the Nightsisters Wanica 13, fell victim to her own Spell which had expanded across the realms of existence. Viewing the extent of planetary-wide annihilation by enemy Sith forces, Zeptepi could feel her Father's home world expel a signature chaos beyond her anticipation. Modestly dressed in black from head to toe, she closed her eyes for just a moment as she stoically stood before the observation window and drank in the display, a glorious sensation. The Darkness thumped in beats opposite the rhythm of her cold heart, vibrated as a chaotic mess within her veins, and groaned within the perception of her mind, gripping her Soul in a sensation like HOME. Her thumbs slipped into the band of her belt, and she gripped the leather in result to the jolt of Darkness into which she plummeted. 'The beauty…like beholding Dathomir while standing within the Netherworld Realm.' A single tear spilt or her Father and Mother…
The stories of her youth made her notorious. For many, the anticipation of her presence always made the least competent Imperial Crew nervous, for Zeptepi had not been raised taught to respect the lives of others in the least. However, once she would arrive onboard and mentally link into their core existence, they would all fall in line like respectable military. Contrary to their deep rooted fears, she would not mistreat those loyal to her Family. To her own benefit, perhaps those in particular feared the wrath of her Father far more. Many officers desire to become elevated in their position through a single publicly witnessed act of greatness, while more do most certainly desire to remain out of any given Sith's direct mental focus.
"Mistress," the Lieutenant addressed, standing in the doorway to the observation deck, aware he had broken the silence, fearing Zeptepi's possibly meditative. "Forgive me. The supply ships have successfully docked and the Captain is preparing to set our course for the next stage of our journey."
"Very good," she answered, turning her head towards her shoulder, to only half view him from the corner of her eye; how much more she can simply sense him. "Let's leave the remnants of our past behind us, and focus on the future of the Empire."
The Star Destroyer stalled momentarily to accept trade provisions and contraband from the Sector. Remnant rock of the lost Panatha floated in the far distance, a testament to the infighting among those who believe themselves superior Sith, supporting the reason behind her Father Darth Carnifex 's expansion into Arts Darker than most dare to study, producing Magick beyond any which mere mortals can sustain. Her own Mother, High Priestess of the Nightsisters Wanica 13, fell victim to her own Spell which had expanded across the realms of existence. Viewing the extent of planetary-wide annihilation by enemy Sith forces, Zeptepi could feel her Father's home world expel a signature chaos beyond her anticipation. Modestly dressed in black from head to toe, she closed her eyes for just a moment as she stoically stood before the observation window and drank in the display, a glorious sensation. The Darkness thumped in beats opposite the rhythm of her cold heart, vibrated as a chaotic mess within her veins, and groaned within the perception of her mind, gripping her Soul in a sensation like HOME. Her thumbs slipped into the band of her belt, and she gripped the leather in result to the jolt of Darkness into which she plummeted. 'The beauty…like beholding Dathomir while standing within the Netherworld Realm.' A single tear spilt or her Father and Mother…
The stories of her youth made her notorious. For many, the anticipation of her presence always made the least competent Imperial Crew nervous, for Zeptepi had not been raised taught to respect the lives of others in the least. However, once she would arrive onboard and mentally link into their core existence, they would all fall in line like respectable military. Contrary to their deep rooted fears, she would not mistreat those loyal to her Family. To her own benefit, perhaps those in particular feared the wrath of her Father far more. Many officers desire to become elevated in their position through a single publicly witnessed act of greatness, while more do most certainly desire to remain out of any given Sith's direct mental focus.
"Mistress," the Lieutenant addressed, standing in the doorway to the observation deck, aware he had broken the silence, fearing Zeptepi's possibly meditative. "Forgive me. The supply ships have successfully docked and the Captain is preparing to set our course for the next stage of our journey."
"Very good," she answered, turning her head towards her shoulder, to only half view him from the corner of her eye; how much more she can simply sense him. "Let's leave the remnants of our past behind us, and focus on the future of the Empire."