The Dark Titan did one final check over his ornate outfit a perfect blend of Epicanthix, Sith, and Imperial alike. The sigil of House Zambrano was displayed proudly alongside a symbol of the Empire on his breast, a familiar gold trimming in places for his Epicanthix side complete with a cape. The Lord of Liesblack hair was pulled back into a ponytail all together it completed the picture of the Shadow Hand, the Arch-Prince, the Lord of the Sith and one of the most dominant presences in the Empire. It was carefully designed to fit his massive eight foot, muscular frame. The man's eyes burned like two molten orbs with abyssal black sclera like deep pits and surrounding him was a black maelstrom of dark side energy, a dominating presence that could silence a rowdy parade hall and send even the most bloodthirsty of barbarians to their knees.
But alongside the Sith Emperor Darth Carnifex their presence was magnified.
They presented a dominant, unified front as they descended the Crestfallen II the full Zambrano retinue accompanied them as they made their way into the estate with not so much as a second look from the guards who patrolled the place. They were both mystifying and electrifying, awe inspiring and terrifying. In a celebration where monsters walked among men these giants stood out above the others. This was a celebration of the destruction of the light, of the victories of the Sith Empire and their allies in grinding their enemies to pieces, in breaking liberty and through blood and death ushering in a new era as the most dominant galactic powers the galaxy has seen in years. All those who stood up to them the Dominion, the Free Worlds Coalition, the Galactic Alliance, the Commenor Systems Alliance that fought with stubborn determination to resist them.
All were annihilated before their war machine.
The Shadow Hand waved to others as he walked by his senses stretching out far and wide to scan the crowds. Always vigilant always on alert. It was his dedication even in times of celebration that allowed the Emperor to walk with absolute confidence. Even on top of all the other layers of security there was the trained eyes of a machiavellian mastermind who was paranoid enough to always keep his eyes out for treason, for danger, nothing would surprise the Emperor and nothing would be put over on him. Side by side they were a force to be reckoned with.
Edited by Darth Prazutis, 01 September 2018 - 09:14 PM.