The Parliament
Wearing: Cultist Catsuit (White)
Armed With: Synth Crystal Lightsaber (Red)
Aboard: House Io Acclamator (Blood of Treachery)
Objective: Resurrection of The Corpse God
The Parliament was alone.
What was left of House Io continued to bleed. Even the diehards were starting to leave. Even her children who had stayed loyal in the civil war were starting to leave.
And The Parliament could do nothing to stop it.
She sat alone in her chambers for days on end, stewing. Sometimes she would mutter to herself, unintelligible. All her instructions came through relay.
Her closest family and friends had betrayed or simply deserted her or died. The Battalion was dead as far as she was concerned.
Fires of wrath scorched her mind. She realized she had no one to talk to anymore. No one who could understand her level of crazy.
So she had gotten a crazy idea. One of the few people crazier than her might be good for conversation.
The Parliament had taken an innocent House Citizen who had been loyal and wiped his mind clean with the Dark Side, maliciously savoring his agony as he was erased from his own brain, like she swore to do to her own father and any he loved in this world. Then she had him surgically altered to resemble a long fallen ally
It was crazy. She didn't even know if his spirit would be fully intact enough. He had been dead a long time.
But she wanted someone to help her cause Havoc. And he seemed just the sort.
The blank but still living body was surrounded by Red Force crystals infused with the Dark Side over the course of a few days. The body kept alive by Dark Magics.
The Parliament knew he would owe her one for this. She intended to make good on his debt as she began hissing in ancient Sith, Wind whipping around the chamber, and reached out with the Dark Side, her flesh shuddering horribly everywhere as it metabolized the Dark Side.
Corpse God...The Parliament calls to you.
THE DARKNESS CALL TO YOU. I PULL YOU FROM THE NETHERWORLD. I REACH OUT ACROSS THE VOID IN A BILLION DIRECTIONS TO SEARCH FOR YOU.
ANSWER. FIND THE WILL TO LIVE ONCE MORE. RETURN TO A GALAXY IN NEED OF YOUR MADNESS. YOUR GENIUS!
But really, The Parliament was just depressed mostly and wanted someone to talk to. Who better? His face had been far better than her own. His end came quickly. She...
She had to linger.
I COMMAND YOU TO RISE FROM THE NETHERWORLD. SHOW YOUR STRENGTH. SHOW YOUR MADNESS...
She was no fool, of course. Certain... contingencies were in place for him should be proven dangerous to her.
But The Parliament would risk it...
She was just that starved for an intellect to converse with. It was completely irresponsible and stupid to resurrect such a dangerous man, and a part of her knew it.
But she didn't care. She was that far gone. Her hopes and dreams crumbled daily in a slow death and she was just that far gone....
Armed With: Synth Crystal Lightsaber (Red)
Aboard: House Io Acclamator (Blood of Treachery)
Objective: Resurrection of The Corpse God
The Parliament was alone.
What was left of House Io continued to bleed. Even the diehards were starting to leave. Even her children who had stayed loyal in the civil war were starting to leave.
And The Parliament could do nothing to stop it.
She sat alone in her chambers for days on end, stewing. Sometimes she would mutter to herself, unintelligible. All her instructions came through relay.
Her closest family and friends had betrayed or simply deserted her or died. The Battalion was dead as far as she was concerned.
Fires of wrath scorched her mind. She realized she had no one to talk to anymore. No one who could understand her level of crazy.
So she had gotten a crazy idea. One of the few people crazier than her might be good for conversation.
The Parliament had taken an innocent House Citizen who had been loyal and wiped his mind clean with the Dark Side, maliciously savoring his agony as he was erased from his own brain, like she swore to do to her own father and any he loved in this world. Then she had him surgically altered to resemble a long fallen ally
It was crazy. She didn't even know if his spirit would be fully intact enough. He had been dead a long time.
But she wanted someone to help her cause Havoc. And he seemed just the sort.
The blank but still living body was surrounded by Red Force crystals infused with the Dark Side over the course of a few days. The body kept alive by Dark Magics.
The Parliament knew he would owe her one for this. She intended to make good on his debt as she began hissing in ancient Sith, Wind whipping around the chamber, and reached out with the Dark Side, her flesh shuddering horribly everywhere as it metabolized the Dark Side.
Corpse God...The Parliament calls to you.
THE DARKNESS CALL TO YOU. I PULL YOU FROM THE NETHERWORLD. I REACH OUT ACROSS THE VOID IN A BILLION DIRECTIONS TO SEARCH FOR YOU.
ANSWER. FIND THE WILL TO LIVE ONCE MORE. RETURN TO A GALAXY IN NEED OF YOUR MADNESS. YOUR GENIUS!
But really, The Parliament was just depressed mostly and wanted someone to talk to. Who better? His face had been far better than her own. His end came quickly. She...
She had to linger.
I COMMAND YOU TO RISE FROM THE NETHERWORLD. SHOW YOUR STRENGTH. SHOW YOUR MADNESS...
She was no fool, of course. Certain... contingencies were in place for him should be proven dangerous to her.
But The Parliament would risk it...
She was just that starved for an intellect to converse with. It was completely irresponsible and stupid to resurrect such a dangerous man, and a part of her knew it.
But she didn't care. She was that far gone. Her hopes and dreams crumbled daily in a slow death and she was just that far gone....
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