Ravelin, Bastion, Braxant Sector
It had taken far more time to organize than anyone would have liked, thanks to the various Rebel cells and their attacks on the Sith Empire. But come, it finally had. A mighty triumph had been arranged in the capital city of the Empire, Ravelin, in celebration of the Empire’s victory over the Galactic Alliance and the victories won on Coruscant, Fondor, and so many other worlds in the massive campaign.
Thousands upon thousands of soldiers and officers, in full dress uniform and adorned with various medals of valor and service paraded down the streets of the city. Even more marched in perfect formation, their armor spotlessly gleaming, weapons at attention and a salute in place. Hundreds of thousands of civilians watched along the parade route cheering. For those unable to directly get a spot at the front, holo-images of the parade were scattered across the city. Screens had been erected, showing recordings from the battle. The destruction of the Vanguard and the Jedi Temple were especially popular, and a roar of exultation would rise up every time those videos cycled through.
Behind the soldiers were the enemy, prisoners, soldiers, Jedi, and bureaucrats alike, captured from the Alliance and the foolish Rebels that had tried to attack Dubrillion. Chains rattled as they walked, the Jedi forced to wear Force Inhibitor collars. Boos and jeers followed them, their eyes blank as humiliation was heaped upon them. These souls, once the parade concluded and the parties began in earnest, would be shipped to Kol Huro or wherever else it was deemed necessary.
Patriotic music blared, inspiring and full of the power and might only this Sith Empire could project. And overlooking it all, from a raised dais built in front of the Emperor’s Palace, there would be the Emperor himself, raised above all others. Arrayed around him would be the high officers of the Sith Empire and the most prominent of the Sith Lords and Ladies, and among them, those who had played a major role in the destruction of the hated Alliance.
All her hard work had paid off, and the parade before was in celebration of that victory. Taeli remembered, once, how she had been on the margins of the One Sith. She may have been a Lord, but her old Master had seen to it that she was a pariah. It had taken so much effort and time to move beyond that shadow. Now…
Now she sat near the hand of the Emperor himself. The Rebels might be trying to halt the spread of their Empire, but with the destruction of the Alliance, the brightest bastion of the light, their efforts were futile in the end. Dubrillion had been retained, and even now, preparations were underway for a retalitory strike against the Rebels. The sight before her only confirmed in her heart that the galaxy desired Imperial rule… and only the Order that the Sith could bring to bear on such a chaotic galaxy.
This thread is a triumph, a party essentially, for all the hard work that went into Endgame and the invasions/rebellions of the past few months. Join the parade or sit among the Sith Lords and Ladies. Be among the crowd cheering, or even start a party somewhere in the capital. This thread is intended to be a social and relaxing time, mingle with others you haven’t before and enjoy!