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The cold, decrepit darkness of space was nothing new for Elian. This had largely been his home, even when he'd been among his people. It felt pleasing to him to be among the stars, soaring from one planet to the next in search of knowledge, truth, and understanding. When he'd left his home, he'd been in search of a future that wasn't as twisted and worthless as the future of his species. What he'd found was more of the same, and perhaps even worse. The entire galaxy disgusted him, but nothing was worse than what he found in the Sith ranks. Their depravity made everyone else look like saints.
It sickened him and he decided that he was going to do something about it. The safest place to start, however, was in one of the most secluded areas of the galaxy, which, incidentally, happened to be under Sith control. So it was that his appropriated ship flew through hyperspace towards Csilla. A planet of ice and blood. He could already feel the bitter resentment that they would have for him. Unfortunately for them, they wouldn't know who he really was.
"Reversion in 5... 4... 3... 2...1."
As the ship exited hyperspace, Elian looked out on the planet ahead of them. Through the dense cloud of defensive forces, he could make out the ball of ice they were protecting. When the call came for identification, it was given as one Chaf'ron'arcos. This was the same person who had previously owned the ship he now piloted, supposed to be an ambassador to the main Sith worlds. Incidentally, the man had been a family member of Elian's as well, which made it easier for him to impersonate the ambassador on his return to Csilla. Given that he wasn't overly well known among the Sith, he could pass them by as well.
When they received clearance, they descended towards the planet, sweeping through to land within the ice, and descending down towards the Chaf territory on the homeworld. It wasn't as large as some of the other families, but it would serve Elian's purpose well. Once the ship was settled, he stood and exited, greeting the members waiting for him with cold precision as he promptly gutted all but one of them, leaving them to rot. Then he turned to the last of them.
"I am not Chaf'ron'arcos. I am Eli'ans'arcos, and you would do well to remember that if you want to live. I will suffer not your insubordination. However, should you and the rest of the Chaf family serve me well, you will be given good lives once I am done on Csilla. Do you understand?"
Some fervent nodding was given as the woman bowed eventually. Sweat dripped from her head onto the ice, sending up a puff of steam.
"Good. Go and tell the others, lest I have to make examples of them too."
As the woman ran off, Elian turned a glance to the ship. The pilot saluted him and marched back into the ship where he would remain on standby in case he was needed. Satisfied, Elian turned and walked off after the woman. It was time to begin his conquest of Csilla.
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It sickened him and he decided that he was going to do something about it. The safest place to start, however, was in one of the most secluded areas of the galaxy, which, incidentally, happened to be under Sith control. So it was that his appropriated ship flew through hyperspace towards Csilla. A planet of ice and blood. He could already feel the bitter resentment that they would have for him. Unfortunately for them, they wouldn't know who he really was.
"Reversion in 5... 4... 3... 2...1."
As the ship exited hyperspace, Elian looked out on the planet ahead of them. Through the dense cloud of defensive forces, he could make out the ball of ice they were protecting. When the call came for identification, it was given as one Chaf'ron'arcos. This was the same person who had previously owned the ship he now piloted, supposed to be an ambassador to the main Sith worlds. Incidentally, the man had been a family member of Elian's as well, which made it easier for him to impersonate the ambassador on his return to Csilla. Given that he wasn't overly well known among the Sith, he could pass them by as well.
When they received clearance, they descended towards the planet, sweeping through to land within the ice, and descending down towards the Chaf territory on the homeworld. It wasn't as large as some of the other families, but it would serve Elian's purpose well. Once the ship was settled, he stood and exited, greeting the members waiting for him with cold precision as he promptly gutted all but one of them, leaving them to rot. Then he turned to the last of them.
"I am not Chaf'ron'arcos. I am Eli'ans'arcos, and you would do well to remember that if you want to live. I will suffer not your insubordination. However, should you and the rest of the Chaf family serve me well, you will be given good lives once I am done on Csilla. Do you understand?"
Some fervent nodding was given as the woman bowed eventually. Sweat dripped from her head onto the ice, sending up a puff of steam.
"Good. Go and tell the others, lest I have to make examples of them too."
As the woman ran off, Elian turned a glance to the ship. The pilot saluted him and marched back into the ship where he would remain on standby in case he was needed. Satisfied, Elian turned and walked off after the woman. It was time to begin his conquest of Csilla.
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