The United Sith Empire
07-10-2005, 09:00
OOC:I would greatly appreciate it if other players did not simply ignore this post. I truly want to begin my Future Tech nation with a sort of bang, perhaps a few players would be so kind as to post encountering the fleet or something.
Thousands upon thousands of ships rolled fourth from the Outer Rim. Seemingly out of no where, from beyond the frozen stars and the cold, black void that was the space beyond Outer Rim. Many of the ships within the fleet were a slick silver, which caused them to shine brilliantly with the stars reflection.
How ever, many more were pitch black, blending perfectly with the black void. Though all of the Capital ships the fleet contained were well over the 3,000 meter mark, one dwarfed even these. It was pitch black, and inspired fear with it's very presence, for this vessel was the Flagship of Darth Malice. This vessel was The Wraith
Darth Malice him self was a mystery. Few had ever seen him physically, and lived to tell the tale. Only the sailors and officers aboard his flagship were luck, or rather, unlucky enough to be in his presence.
There was one thing, though. Malice was no man. Indeed, the omni-powerful Dark Lord of the Sith was in fact, a woman. Though her style of dress and her figure could easily give the opposite idea.
Malice was a tall, imposing figure. She stood at six foot two inches, and though she had a slender body, her black robes and under-garments gave her a far more masculine figure than it truly was.
Malice sat, in a dark, leather chair on the bridge of The Wraith, facing the large window over-looking the void before her. As mentioned before, the Lord Malice wore dark robes with a hood, obscuring her raven black hair. And a mask obscured her face. The mask had eerie, glowing silver eyes. It was also covered in hundreds, perhaps thousands of small, razor sharp spikes. The mask seemed have an extremely violent glare. An everlasting expression of violence, hatred and aggression. It was mostly silver to match the eyes of the mask, which contrasted with the rest of her attire. The Dark Lord also wore simple, black boots with a small three inch heel, which gave her an even more imposing height.
Malice hated femine titles, and so that is why she took the traditional title of "Dark Lord" rather than that of "Dark Lady". This also lead to further confusion about the gender of the Dark Lord amongst the grunts.
This fleet's goal sharply contrasted with that of past Sith Fleets. Indeed, this one was not rolling fourth to crush the Republic. Instead, it was leaving the Galaxy which so many other Dark Lords had tried to conquer. Malice wanted to find another, weaker Galaxy. One where the were no Jedi to hamper her goals.
Many thought this was impractical, they could search for ever and find no worthy Galaxy to conquer. But no one dared to contest Malice's will. Malice was sure she would find Sentient life outside her home Galaxy.
Sure she would find an advanced civilization.
And sure that she would conquer it.
Thousands upon thousands of ships rolled fourth from the Outer Rim. Seemingly out of no where, from beyond the frozen stars and the cold, black void that was the space beyond Outer Rim. Many of the ships within the fleet were a slick silver, which caused them to shine brilliantly with the stars reflection.
How ever, many more were pitch black, blending perfectly with the black void. Though all of the Capital ships the fleet contained were well over the 3,000 meter mark, one dwarfed even these. It was pitch black, and inspired fear with it's very presence, for this vessel was the Flagship of Darth Malice. This vessel was The Wraith
Darth Malice him self was a mystery. Few had ever seen him physically, and lived to tell the tale. Only the sailors and officers aboard his flagship were luck, or rather, unlucky enough to be in his presence.
There was one thing, though. Malice was no man. Indeed, the omni-powerful Dark Lord of the Sith was in fact, a woman. Though her style of dress and her figure could easily give the opposite idea.
Malice was a tall, imposing figure. She stood at six foot two inches, and though she had a slender body, her black robes and under-garments gave her a far more masculine figure than it truly was.
Malice sat, in a dark, leather chair on the bridge of The Wraith, facing the large window over-looking the void before her. As mentioned before, the Lord Malice wore dark robes with a hood, obscuring her raven black hair. And a mask obscured her face. The mask had eerie, glowing silver eyes. It was also covered in hundreds, perhaps thousands of small, razor sharp spikes. The mask seemed have an extremely violent glare. An everlasting expression of violence, hatred and aggression. It was mostly silver to match the eyes of the mask, which contrasted with the rest of her attire. The Dark Lord also wore simple, black boots with a small three inch heel, which gave her an even more imposing height.
Malice hated femine titles, and so that is why she took the traditional title of "Dark Lord" rather than that of "Dark Lady". This also lead to further confusion about the gender of the Dark Lord amongst the grunts.
This fleet's goal sharply contrasted with that of past Sith Fleets. Indeed, this one was not rolling fourth to crush the Republic. Instead, it was leaving the Galaxy which so many other Dark Lords had tried to conquer. Malice wanted to find another, weaker Galaxy. One where the were no Jedi to hamper her goals.
Many thought this was impractical, they could search for ever and find no worthy Galaxy to conquer. But no one dared to contest Malice's will. Malice was sure she would find Sentient life outside her home Galaxy.
Sure she would find an advanced civilization.
And sure that she would conquer it.