3 Days Before Voss
Taeli Raaf | Darth Prazutis | Darth Carnifex
The Dark Palace.
Quite the charming place Fiolette thought as she strode through its cavernous halls. The Lady of Secrets ahead of her, leading the pair and a number of guards through to meet with the Emperor himself. Her memories went to the Sith Empire of old, the one that preceded this one. Thoughts dotted through her time in the Atrisian Empire followed by the One Sith. Lastly Fiolette recalled her last days as an active naval commander with the First Order. Her jaw tightened, heart rate increased, she was nervous and who wouldn’t be.
One need not be Sith to feel the darkness throughout this place and as Fiolette took a deep breath and exhaled. Her shoulders felt tense, she felt tense. The emblems on the banners as they hung over the massive frames. The guards that they passed, the lifts they entered. All served to remind her of where she was, and just who this all belonged to. Part of her wanted to turn and run, but the other knew it was far too late. The Lady of Secrets had vouched for her personally to the Emperor and the Shadow Hand themselves. Fiolette’s records and personal being had been looked into with great depths. No longer would she simply be a privateer, or contracted naval force, no. Fiolette would once more don the naval uniform of yet another empire. This time with more personal connections than the last.
The sounds of the doors as they opened punctuated the chorus of foot steps as they drew closer to the Emperor’s chambers. Her uniform felt tight, maybe it was the tension once more that kept her nerves alive. Wordlessly the Lady of Secrets led them through a set of narrow corridors. Fiolette wondered just how often the other woman had been down here. Questions for another time and place she suspected, boots pressed against the floor as they moved to his worship’s chambers.
When they had arrived and the doors had opened, Fiolette stood with her shoulders square. Posture in place her stance like that of a proud Imperial ready to serve their Sith Lords. A feeling of deja vu fell over her, as if she had done this before - and perhaps she had, in another life. She looked straight ahead as the massive throne revealed itself with the long stretch of carpet that led there. This was not simply a chamber room, no - it had been the throne room. The Lady of Secrets did not turn and Fiolette did not move forward. She only watched as the brunette approached his lordship and began the introductions. It was only when the Lady of Secrets had turned to step to the left of the Emperor did the admiral catch sight of the other woman’s eyes.
A glimpse at the broken spiral-like Sith markings that radiated beneath her violet eyes. Fiolette’s azure gaze broke their stare with good timing as she was called forward the guards marched her toward his presence. To the right stood another dark lord, presumably the Shadow Hand if she recalled correctly. Her breathing was steady, as she stood firm at-attention before the Emperor. She did not blink when he shifted in his throne, nor did she bat an eyelash when he moved again.
Slowly he rose from his throne, a man of massive proportions took his time as he stepped to look at the woman personally. “Fiolette Yvarro.” The Emperor spoke her name coldly, his voice seemed to boom and echo throughout the throne room. His robes pooled at his feet, armor was a painful sight in and of itself. Although she supposed that was the point of it.
It was as he ordered.
Fiolette knelt before him both knees touched the throne room’s floor. The guards moved away every so slightly as the Emperor approached. He knew of her records, he knew of her service but he did not care for them. If the mortal naval commander wished to pledge her services to him. Who was he to deny her, his growing Empire had need of loyal servants, and he was sure that the Lady of Secrets would keep her in line.
“I will honor the Empire in my thoughts and actions. I will obey my superiors and I will never shirk from my duties. I will complete every mission without hesitation, ambiguity or mercy. I recognize that the Empire is greater than myself and be willing to die in its service. My duty and service will be to the Empire and to you my Lord.”
She rose without word, standing straight as she had when she walked into this room. Fiolette felt the eyes of the Shadow Hand fall upon her, her secrets had been revealed to them all. The Galidraani knew this and it still did not offset the feeling. And still, she would not trade it away, the redhead knew the price of service.
It was done.
Fiolette had sworn her fealty to the Emperor and just as she had entered she would exit. The Emperor returned to his throne as the guards turned about face the Galidraani followed suit. And they marched to the exit their reflections drew across the floor. Her azure gaze hardened as her thoughts went to the day she made the decision to return service. No more would she put her own personal men and women at risk. No, she would put the people of the great Sith Empire to risk. To fight on behalf of their Emperor, and to remind the people of this Galaxy just who would rule it.
In View Over Voss.
Fiolette's eyes scanned the view before her. "Commander Galeway."
Galeway strode across the bridge of their star destroyer as it moved across the depths of space. "Target lock, fire." The woman ordered and watched with an enigmatic gaze as the promises of death swept through the stars. A crewer called the direct hit and both officers could see it for themselves. Rear Admiral Yvarro crossed the command trenches hands at her sides as she marched to her command station.
"Move the corvettes to cut off escape routes, launch the fighters."
A silent nod of acknowledgment as Galeway carried out the orders. Fiolette watched with amusement as the League of Voss withered beneath the might of the Sith-Imperial Navy.
Edited by Fiolette Yvarro, 02 June 2018 - 09:11 AM.