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Deep within the Galactic Empire - Coruscant

The serene look of the planet Coruscant, the sun shining brightly off its surface. In orbit, ships were coming to and fro, destinations many a place. Warships and civilian ships, transports and traders, bounty hunters and warriors, nothing was left out. But, this would soon change.

In the distance, some odd distance safely away from orbital hazards, distortions in Space-Time took place. Swirls of what seemed to be suns forming, their horizions looking like black holes, took shape. A bluish-whit mist grew denser and denser around each distortion, and bolts of what seemed lightning of every color stroke in space. It seemed so beautiful to anyone watching.

But, this was not to last, as in a second of time a flash occured, the combined might of each distortion disappearing too much to mask. In the bright flash of whites wake, sat firmly in space a fleet of 15 Heavy Cruisers and 10 Battlecruisers, all Anagonian.

One Heavy Cruiser came forward from this bunch, the ACH Vigilance engaging its fusion engines as it slowly approached the Planet of Coruscant. Its cargo too precious to leave to wait for another second more.

The ACH Vigiliance had nothing to fear, it enetered the Planetary Space of Coruscant. Slowly, and steadily, it entered the atmopshere of the planet, careful to increase the Anti-Gravity generators, and thrusters to maximum. After a short time of a somewhat comtrolled freefall, the Anti-Grav Generators were thrusted in full power. The 450 foot Aries-Class Heavy Cruiser easily settling near the Imperial Palace.

Onboard, Drakomis Reign stood his his dark suit, his helment reflecting a red orb from the inside that indicated eyes. The orb gazed around at the to-be Emperor's Guard, all wearing Elite Suits of Black, all having the red gaze of the orb in their helment. All having a dark sphere in hand, signifing alliegence to the Empire.

"Ready," asked Drakomis.

All nodded, a click was heard, and reality went dark.

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They appeard in the Palace, a dark mist from the transporters evaporated. Drakomis and the Emperor's Guard came forward to head to the Mighty Emperor Himself.

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The Imperial throne room was vast, in reality it was kilometres long, filled with vast Obsidian pillars, the floor, a dark marble cleaned to perfection, and the only thing of brightness was the blood red of the emperor’s guard.

Over two hundred were stationed in the throne room, each humbly shielded within a holo shield masking their location. It would appear to the untrained and to the naive that the emperor was unguarded….

The heavy foot steps of the approaching guard echoed throughout the halls, their battle armour scraping along the perfected floor. Sitting high upon a mounted dais the emperor surveyed everything in his realm. Behind him a view port looked over the former senate dome, now defunct and demolished, and in its place a mighty statue of himself was erected.

The Imperial throne began to turn ever so slowly, the encased Sith Lord not venturing a movement, not venturing a word until out of the silence a whispered sentence was carried in the still air. “Welcome Lord Drakomis, I’ve been waiting for you……” To the new guard these words would appear to shrill from the bottom of the Earth. The emperor’s mind instantly expanding throughout his new servants, as the will of Palpatine was the force…..

The guards would unknowingly, and perchance unwillingly experience a change of loyalties, their love for their home… gone……. Their love for their comrades gone…. Their love for Palpatine, would burn anew, it is all they would care for, for now and forever. If necessary they would die for the Emperor, if necessary the would die upon his command, if necessary they would become the destroyer of worlds…..

OOC: No, Drakomis doesn't wear a Darth Vader suit, lmao. Its a suit I made up, completely dark and the helment smooth and fitting to the head.


IC:

Drakomis had felt eyes upon him as soon as he entered, this not like before where gazes befell him. No, this was as if someone, or something, waiting for him to screw up. It was somewhat worrying at first, but knowing he came not to harm the Emperor, his mind stayed true.

He came within seeing distance of the Emperor, careful not to anger the eyes that closely watched him. He came to his knee in a honored bow as he heard the Emperor call his name.

“Welcome Lord Drakomis, I’ve been waiting for you……”

The whispered voice kept Drakomis's head in the honored bow, his body chilled to the bone from the depth of the Emperor's voice. The new Guard was beside him as well, and as Drakomis gazed from inside his dark helment, he saw their honored bow was...different...almost as if they had completely changed. Knowing too well that strength of the Emperor was emmense, and his power seemingly unlimited in all areas of the force, he looked back down to the perfect floor beneath him.

Slowly, Drakomis responding with care. "My Emperor," came a modified voice from the helment, "I come to you with honor to your Empire." His arm waved to the guards beside him, "I bring you the best of my Warriors, whom have pleadged loyalty to you and your life." His hand slowly came down back to his knealing knee, "I come before you, thanking you for allowing us back into your Empire."

He would say more, but he knew it would be dishonorable to continue without the Emperors response. Drakomis continued to kneal before the Emperor, not moving nore wavering from his position. He awaited the response before even he dared to continue.

The Dark Lady Nightshade's shuttle reverted to realspace over Imperial Center. Ahh, Coruscant. He who controls the planet controls the galaxy, and none controls it better than the Emperor...

Her ship descended into the clouds, the tallest buildings peeking above them like children playing a game. The pilot of her shuttle vectored over to the Palace itself, where the Emperor resides, and landed at a docking bay near another large shuttle or ship. Someone is here. I wonder who it is...

The Dark Lady would know soon enough, as she descended her shuttle-ramp and walked into the huge Palace. It would be easy to get lost if one didn't know where the Throne Room was. But she knew where it was, and so her boots clicked on the hard floor with every step she made towards the Throne Room...

OOC: Sorry haven't responded much, trying to get on internet from library. Kinda hard, lol.

IC:

Drakomis's red orb truned to the side of the helment, and he stood as the orb centered through the large doors of the throne room. A quick modified gaze revealed some sort of being approached, however as he or she got closer her steps grew louder. An armor of sorts, thought Drakomis, either a Sith or someone else.

"Either way," he started to say in a low, modified voice, "must be friendly or wouldn't have made it this far."

“Rise my friend.” The emperor uttered, with his whisper dangling in the wind. As Lord Drakomis rose the emperor too took to his feet. Moving towards the main landing pad, the emperor began a conversation. “Tell me Lord Drakomis, what brings you to Coruscant?” Of course the emperor already knew, however, he never liked to give away how much he knew.

Passing the marble coulombs the emperor’s walking stick struck the floor like a vast war drum, the noise quiet but yet deafening. Vast Neutronium doors were opened before them, revealing even more endless corridors, each filled with the blood red of the Imperial guard. Towards the end of the corridor the doors opened prematurely, the emperors mind expecting and knowing, he had been anticipating this.

From far ahead a lone figure approached, her figure slim, her clothes black, encrusted with precious jewels, and at her side, the slender baton of her crimson lightsabre. This was Nightshade, Dark Lady of the Sith, knowledge in many areas of the force, servant of the emperor, she was, the emperors hand.

It had almost been five years now since she fell from the light, since the emperor captured and consumed her soul, trapping her in the endless night, trapping her in the consuming void of the darkside. Nightshade was now in blissful dark, a realm which understood her, a realm which consumed her, powered her, made her stronger, gave her power, a realm of passion which loved her, when no mortal could. The eternal regret of being a Sith was to be alone. A Sith could never love, a Sith could never be loved, for there was only room for the dark side, only room for the night.

The hunched figure of the emperor slowly approached Nightshade, his body consumed by hate, consumed by power. If any mortal saw him, they would think him a mere cripple, but his power was no longer in the draconic methods of the lightsabre, his power was in the force. If he had a will, the universe would obey. Palpatine was almost apart of the force, as the force was a part of him.

“Lady Nightshade.” His voice croaked. “You have returned.”

Nightshade bowed low. “Yes my master, I am home.” Palpatines eyes raised at the word, perhaps she had finally removed the last traces of allegiance to her former family, perhaps? Standing back to her feet Palpatine continued waking onwards, flanked by Lord Drakomis

“Lady Nightshade, I have need of your talents once more. Sadly you will not be able to stay for long, I need you to return back to your former world Tenetia. There you are to bring the people back to the Empire, they are to be indoctrinated in the will of the Sith. Do not care for there petty grudges against us, you will find that all those who survived the war are now dead. Tenetia has advanced one hundred years and regressed one thousand. They will view you as a God. Rebuild the planet, rebuild the cities, and produce an army greater than the Empire has ever seen before. That is my will”

As Drakomis stood, the same time the Emperor gave him permission. Suprised he was somewhat that the Emperor called him friend. Nevertheless, This was good, as he would have stood without the permission of the Emperor, at least in Drakomis's mind this was fact. However, in his soul he knew he had authority over himself, he was apart of the more lighter-neutral side of things, his true being more confirmed with the middle of Light and Dark. Yet, this being chose to serve a Dark Emperor, and for some reason this seemed more like his calling than anything. Sure, he battled the feelings of Darkness, but for him it wasn't hard. He knew the Emperor could tell his allegience, he knew the Emperor could see he was neither fully Dark nor Light. He knew the Emperor could tell he would never disgrace him.

For some reason his thoughts became worried, thinking the Emperor actually knew what he was....

Drakomis shook himself from deep thought, and saw himself walking beside the Mighty Emperor. The red orb in his helment slowly gazed at the Emperor as he spoke in his raspy and silent voice.

"Tell me Lord Drakomis, what brings you to Coruscant?"

Drakomis spoke, his voice modified by the helment. "I am here to ask your will of me Emperor. I have come to see if you will continue to allow me to lead my people in Freedom, or if your will should decide to deny them this."

A silence came over Drakomis, his voice coming out softer even as it was modified. A feeling of truthfulness was in the sentence. "Emperor....I want to know what I am and what I can become."

He wanted to say more, however the Emperor came before a Lady Nightshade, and they spoke together. Drakomis waited in silence, thinking wether he should expose his truth to the Emperor.

OOC:

Would it hurt for my character to be Ascended? I have planned this leap for some time, however I want it so that he's young in that state, and that there is a chance that darkness can befall him. Just want you opinion.

Man I hate library posts...need to buy a new modem or computer....and a box-fan...meh...

Be back tomorrow or later...or on Monday. Have a good weekend!

"Your will is my command, Master." She purred as she bowed low. "You will not be let down, I assure you."

For there was only one person she feared even more than the threat of her former siblings. And that was the Emperor.

bump for US

Betrayal was the nature of the Sith, and giving your apprentice a large army was not always the best way to go about insuring your immediate survival. Palpatine looked down at nightshade, satisfied but yet slightly concerned over her behaviour, she would have to be watched, her feelings were not overtly clear on the situation, she was hiding something, as all Sith do.

“Now leave us lady Nightshade, move for Tenetia and do my bidding.”

Palpatine moved onwards the meeting with his apprentice seemingly over, once out of ear shot he decided to continue the conversation with his new….. apprentice…

“Lord Drakomis, you will keep your world, you will rule it, and bring it up in the ways of the Empire, I am confident in your ability for that, however, as to what you can become?” Palpatine gazed at the soldier, almost tearing into his soul. “You can become strong! But you will need training, you will need help in the ways of the force and power… I can help you, but first, if you wish my aide, I have a task for you. Follow the Lady Nightshade, and examine every move she makes, I suspect her of treason. When you are done come back to me, and we shall begin your training……….”

Betrayal was the nature of the Sith, and giving your apprentice a large army was not always the best way to go about insuring your immediate survival. Palpatine looked down at nightshade, satisfied but yet slightly concerned over her behaviour, she would have to be watched, her feelings were not overtly clear on the situation, she was hiding something, as all Sith do.

“Now leave us lady Nightshade, move for Tenetia and do my bidding.”
She bowed and then walked back out of the throne room, her mind buzzing with plans and ideas for the army. She knew that she would be watched, for Palpatine was a paranoid old Sith, but she would do nothing to arouse suspicion. The Dark Lady reached her shuttle in time and ordered the pilot to take off. The ship rose into the sky, deploying it's 'wings' and accelerated into space. As soon as the gravity well was weakened enough, the shuttle jumped into hyperspace.