Eternal Father
The Dark Star moved through the cerulean chaos of hyperspace, sleek hull refracting the incandescent light which assailed it. Nearly seventy hours ago it had left the dockyard orbiting Dromund Kaas, capital of the Sith Empire, and journeyed along a hyperspace course which would take it on the far south end of the Core Worlds. Much of the Core Worlds was under the suzerainty of the Galactic Alliance and thus was considered dangerous for members of the Sith Empire to traverse through without proper concealment. Fortunately, the Dark Star possessed multiple transponders which masqueraded the ship as another depending on which galactic territory it was moving through. As the ship passed from Galactic Alliance space into Confederate space, the transponder shifted again. The Confederates were more or less ambivalent to the Sith Empire, but they weren't going to take any chances in the event the wind had shifted without their knowledge.
Deep within the Dark Star resided the sanctum of the Dark Lord of the Sith, who levitated in quiet meditation within the confines of his qabbrat. Sensory deprivation was a meditative method employed by both Sith and Jedi alike, and the Emperor found it to be particularly effective in deadening his other senses so that he could focus solely on the spiritual nature of the Dark Side. A small cadre of red-robed Crownguard stood vigilant outside of his qabbrat, their loyalty as unyielding as their ferocity in battle.
In his mind's eye, he saw distant locations and indistinct people. A world of dense bush rose to meet his gaze, inhabited by a people descendant of a proud lineage. Their world had faced many calamities in the past few decades, and the scars of those conflicts still pocked the planet's surface. The landscape shifted again, bleeding away like ink in water, to reveal a terrible spire of volcanic stone and glossy obsidian glass.
Then the Dark Lord's eyes opened, and the hermetic seals of the qabbrat disengaged. Compressed hair billowed out as the top half of the qabbrat peeled back, revealing the Dark Lord of the Sith suspended in the air over a small assortment of ornate pillows. Lowered himself down to his feet, the Dark Lord strode from his quarters and gave only one command to his servants.
"Assemble the others in the conference room, we are here."