Darth Parricida
12-03-2005, 18:18
Two red robed soldiers stepped up the stairs to the balcony overhanging the ruin of the Colonial Capital. Smoke curled up around them as they snapped to attention flanking the doorway, shouldering their heavy rifles. Their all-concealing helms scanned from side to side, black visor slits for their eyes the only break in the blood red draping that covered the soldiers. Lady Parricida came through the dark doorway next. It wasn't her real name. She had long ago given her identity entirely to the darkness, and only thought of herself as the identity she had forged.
Shrouded in black robes, the glimpses one could gain of the Dark Lady of the Sith were enough to tantalise. A proud chin could be seen jutting from the black cowl of her robes. Light reflected in her steely eyes as she gazed down from the purple-black walls of the newly constructed Sith temple at the burning colonial capital below. Hints of a well-formed slender, athletic body beneath the black robes gave evidence of certain regality and grace in her bearing that was hard to define.
She leaned forward, the healthy white skin of her fingers pressing against the cool stone of the temple's balcony. The mouth twisted into a cruel smile. Half the pathetic inhabitants of this colony had died in the past few days, but she cared not. "Good," she said, "Now we can begin."
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Months passed in secrecy as the new order on the formerly peaceful planet of Aranis took root. Secret police were set up, corporations that cooperated guided toward the ends of their “overlady.” And it seemed she had only on end in mind. War.
Spacecraft were crude at first, although much knowledge had been carried aboard her ship in her long journey, it was hard to apply to such primitives, but under the relentless tasking of Darth Parricida, technologies unknown to this world were uncovered, in reduced form. Repulsors, without the vast production facilities that had existed long ago, were crude but marginally effective. Super-dense armour was a thing of the past, due to the constraints of relatively crude inertial compensators and engines, but thankfully, energy shields were not. Most importantly, under the endless oversight of Lady Parricida's minions, hyperdrive had been re-developed.
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After a time, Lady Parricida smiled as she selected the destination of the expedition. A planet five thousand light years away, that all indications said was the original home of the 'humans' in this galaxy. Called 'Earpth.' She wouldn't go herself of course, but there were more than enough expendable fools willing to go off and explore the unknown. She had considered taking her own ship of course, but its fuel was precious, very precious.
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The Lady's Pride was a small ship, some one hundred and thirty meters long, with a crew of no less than fifty. It did not announce itself, and was explicitly ordered to transmit nothing at all. Slowly, inert, the ship coasted in system, aiming to look like a derelict or even a simple asteroid. And failing.
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On Aranis, Lady Parricida watched the feed from the ship, and muttered derogatory remarks about the quality of its crew. Doubtless they were going to be detected by the swarms of ships around Earpth. She steepled her fingers in front of her chin and frowned in thought.
Shrouded in black robes, the glimpses one could gain of the Dark Lady of the Sith were enough to tantalise. A proud chin could be seen jutting from the black cowl of her robes. Light reflected in her steely eyes as she gazed down from the purple-black walls of the newly constructed Sith temple at the burning colonial capital below. Hints of a well-formed slender, athletic body beneath the black robes gave evidence of certain regality and grace in her bearing that was hard to define.
She leaned forward, the healthy white skin of her fingers pressing against the cool stone of the temple's balcony. The mouth twisted into a cruel smile. Half the pathetic inhabitants of this colony had died in the past few days, but she cared not. "Good," she said, "Now we can begin."
----
Months passed in secrecy as the new order on the formerly peaceful planet of Aranis took root. Secret police were set up, corporations that cooperated guided toward the ends of their “overlady.” And it seemed she had only on end in mind. War.
Spacecraft were crude at first, although much knowledge had been carried aboard her ship in her long journey, it was hard to apply to such primitives, but under the relentless tasking of Darth Parricida, technologies unknown to this world were uncovered, in reduced form. Repulsors, without the vast production facilities that had existed long ago, were crude but marginally effective. Super-dense armour was a thing of the past, due to the constraints of relatively crude inertial compensators and engines, but thankfully, energy shields were not. Most importantly, under the endless oversight of Lady Parricida's minions, hyperdrive had been re-developed.
---
After a time, Lady Parricida smiled as she selected the destination of the expedition. A planet five thousand light years away, that all indications said was the original home of the 'humans' in this galaxy. Called 'Earpth.' She wouldn't go herself of course, but there were more than enough expendable fools willing to go off and explore the unknown. She had considered taking her own ship of course, but its fuel was precious, very precious.
---
The Lady's Pride was a small ship, some one hundred and thirty meters long, with a crew of no less than fifty. It did not announce itself, and was explicitly ordered to transmit nothing at all. Slowly, inert, the ship coasted in system, aiming to look like a derelict or even a simple asteroid. And failing.
---
On Aranis, Lady Parricida watched the feed from the ship, and muttered derogatory remarks about the quality of its crew. Doubtless they were going to be detected by the swarms of ships around Earpth. She steepled her fingers in front of her chin and frowned in thought.