Natural sunlight poured into an expansive living room. The interior was an elegant mix of wood and metal. This allowed the light to shine at just the right brightness to help further illuminate the interior without the use of artificial lighting. The decorative ceiling rested what would have normally been two stories above the wooden floor. Several ornate rugs gave the floor some character. The furniture was made of wooden frames with leather cushions. The smell of cured leather almost overpowered the fragrance of exotic plants sparingly distributing around the room.
A woman sat on a wooden chair in front of massive doors that lead out to a balcony. The balcony itself overlooked a wide span of green, rolling hills with ice-capped mountains in the far distance.
Situation far from any other city on Alderaan, this chateau was a highly prized vacation spot for a branch family of House Ulgo. Fallen out of use due to the chaotic times of both Alderaan and the galaxy, one member of House Ulgo still regularly attended to the chateau.
The woman on the chair wore a highly elegant cream-colored dress. It was clear that those of the Alderaanian nobility would be capable of acquiring such attire. The woman sat with her back straight. Her free hanging blonde hair stretched down no further than her shoulders. She had her head turned to almost look out through the windows and scenery behind her. Her angular face remained still and her azure eyes unblinking. Maintaining her pose, the woman did not move an inch.
Further within the room was a young man. He sat on an ottoman as he painted on an easel. The oil-based painting seemed to be mostly complete. The artist was focusing on the details of the woman’s hair. However, the face remained blank - only the tone of the woman’s fair skin had been painted in that spot.
The artist himself was an extremely handsome Alderaanian. His jet black hair, while short, was well maintained. A hint of light continuously shined from its fine strands. His slightly brown complexion was spotless. Despite being a patron of the fine arts, his hands were also extremely firm and his body well shaped. This all might have been due to his privileged heritage, but it would have been impossible without at least some effort on his part in maintaining his image. One interesting feature of the man, despite clearly being Alderaanian nobility, was that he had deep blue eyes.
Just above a fireplace was a massive painting of a woman wearing the same dress as the current model. The woman in the painting also had the same pose as the woman the artist was currently painting. Yet it was clear that the painting had a much older-looking face than the one sitting before the artist.
“Mother used to wear that dress all the time,” the artist said as his eyes remained on his work, “You wear it just as she did, Dalia.”
Dalia did not give an answer and continued to remain still. Her breaths were shallow in order to prevent herself from moving too much.
As the artist began to put his finishing touches on the hair of his subject, he then told Dalia, “You can find out so much about a person by drawing them.”
For a brief moment, the artist brushed the tip of his index finger over the dried paint of Dalia’s arm.
“Toned arms,” muttered the artist as he moved his finger to her shoulders.
“Freshly cut hair,” he again said under his breath.
The woman’s eyes shifted to the artist. Her head began to slowly turn toward him.
“A perfect pose without any sign of tiring,” the artist said.
By that point, Dalia had turned her head fully to the artist. It was at that moment that he looked up from his painting to her. He took several seconds to look at her face.
“And a perfect face that masks all emotion,” he then said.
“Is that all you found, Siro?” asked Dalia.
After hearing her question, Siro Ulgo smiled and told Dalia, “I found it interesting how much you looked like mother.”
Then, Siro looked toward the painting above the fireplace and mused, “There was another I saw that seemed just like her. Daella Apparine.”
Turning back to Dalia, Siro asked, “Have you heard of her?”
Dalia did not answer the question. After a few seconds of silence, Siro then said, “I’ve always found her to be beautiful. Her voice… it’s captivating. When I first saw you at the ball, I thought you were her in the flesh.”
After hearing that, Dalia looked to the side for a second. Then, she looked to Siro with a faint smile and asked him, “What if I was?”
“That would be perfect, in more ways than one,” exclaimed Siro.
Then, Siro paused for a few moments. The wheels in his head turned as he looked to his drawing once more.
“Her help would be great,” he said with disappointment in his voice.
“Rianna Organa,” he then added, “Many support her claim to the throne.”
Upon setting down his brush, Siro curled his fists into a ball, “Yet Alyesa threatens to steal it.”
What Siro spoke of was how Rianna Ordo had been gaining support for the throne of Alderaan. Yet, @Alyesa Praxon Organa now represented the planet as its Senator and was in a position to eventually take the throne.
“She’ll use the power of the Republic to get her way,” claimed Siro. Rage began to gnaw at his heart.
“She’ll violate the sanctity of the throne and take away Alderaan’s privilege to choose,” he continued, “And now the stability that Rianna will provide is fading away.”
Then, Siro looked to Dalia with a distressed face and told her, “Alderaan needs to secure its right to choose its leader without the Republic meddling with it.”
“Mother always told me how the Republic would one day take away our right to choose our leaders,” he said.
To observers, it would have been clear that Siro believed wholeheartedly in the idea that Rianna deserved the throne more than Alyesa. Whether such a belief would have been supported by Rianna herself or not was unknown at the time. Yet, it seemed as if Siro was not concerned about hearing the truth.
“I know Daella can help free us from the tyranny of the Republic,” madly claimed Siro.
Silence fell between the two. Dalia glared at Siro. The man leaned forward on his chair. With the look on his face, it almost seemed as if he would start begging for Dalia’s help in his mad goal. Dalia slowly rose from the chair and stood up before Siro.
“I can help,” claimed Dalia as her voice grew shaper and deeper and her eyes flashed a bright orange, “I will grant you your wish, Siro Ulgo.”
Upon hearing those words, a large smile stretched across Siro’s face. From then on out, the two would begin to plan how to take down Alyesa from power - with Dalia ultimately making all the decisions.
Weeks had passed. What seemed like a simple dream of using political power to oust Alyesa soon turned into plans for the One Sith to invade Alderaan. Siro Ulgo became the man that would figuratively open the gates.
On the day that the invasion would begin, Dalia and Siro walked down the streets of Aldera City. It was late in the afternoon. The bright sunlight bounced off the mighty skyscrapers of the city. The streets were still extremely busy as people were beginning to end another stressful day of work.
Instead of a dress, Dalia wore pants and a fairly civilian long-sleeve jacket over a white hoody. Siro himself had similar attire that was meant more for function than style.
“Is everything set up?” asked Siro with concern.
“Of course,” replied Dalia, “Some of our trusted officers have arrived on planet already due to your help.”
Mid-stride, Dalia began to put up her blonde hair into a bun. Siro kept her eyes on her as she did so and asked, “Has Rianna been informed of our plan?”
“No,” claimed Dalia, “If we had, it was likely that others would soon know. We will soon have messages sent to those of her faction in order to support the new queen… or find us one that is willing.”
Siro looked away from Dalia once she had finished putting her hair up into a bun. He looked forward. Over half a mile away was the massive Royal Palace of Alderaan. The battle would soon begin.
Location: Aldera Royal Palace, Aldera City
Objective: Destroy the will of all that oppose the Dark Lord
The sun was setting. A mix of orange and red filled the sky. The streets had been vacated. The One Sith fleet reigned terror down from above. One Sith soldiers and tanks began to pour into Aldera City from dropships. Gunships and starfighters flew around the sky and attack military guns and outposts.
The One Sith had chosen Alderaan as its next target of conquest. The planet was a major source of culture and political power. One of the rising people of the Republic was the current Senator of the planet: Alyesa Praxon-Organa. The Sith sought to eliminate her influence as well as gain a strategic advantage over the Republic.
Just as the attack began, messages were sent to those involved in the politics of Alderaan. It simply said that those that support the Sith would be granted positions of power on Alderaan and good fortune within the One Sith’s Empire.
Standing before the mighty Royal Palace, Dalia and Siro looked at a few squad of guards rushing out to ensure the safety of the Royal Palace. From within her jacket, Dalia pulled out a solid black hilt. Her eyes then momentarily flickered to a burning orange color as she ignited the lightsaber’s purple blade.
“To see it in person,” began Siro, “It’s amazing.”
At that point, several other Sith and soldiers began to gather behind Daella. They were getting ready to storm the palace and eliminate those that would not bow to the Dark Lord.
One of the guards noticed Dalia and instantly recognized her. He yelled out, “It’s Daella Apparine! Shoot to kill!”
Immediately, the squads of guards began to lay down a tremendous amount of blaster bolt fire on Daella and her group. Siro was shot in the head and immediately killed. Dalia - or really, Daella - began to deflect blaster bolt fire as the group of Sith and soldiers charged forward to begin their slaughter. Daella did not even glanced at the body of Siro. The crazed man had fulfilled his purpose and had no further use to the Sith Lord.
Fights began to break out all throughout Aldera City. The University of Alderaan was under attack in order for the One Sith to pillage its knowledge. The Aldera Universal Medcenter was targeted by another group of One Sith in order to limit the effectiveness of the Republic's strong healers. Meanwhile, a massive battle in space began.
The battle to come would help decide the fate of the galaxy.