A New Day

[Darth Prazutis]

​Seat of the Unborn
​The Seat, Beneath the City of Light...

Quite possibly the most closely guarded secret in all of the Panathan Empire was the Seat of the Unborn, a mobile planetoid acquired by House Zambrano through its vast network of sources. The massive project outfitting the station was a careful cloak and dagger operation overseen by the Zambrano patriarchs. It was extremely important with the amount of resources being pulled into the creation of the station that there be no paper trail, that even the most loyal of their servants across the Empire were only privy to bits of information or carefully placed lies. Agents moving weapons, supplies, building resources from one location to the next none ever knowing where the final destination of these resources were.

​It was a complex operation that saw resources from the One Sith Empire carefully seized and all of it covered up by the then Director of Intelligence. The hardest part was putting it all together in the same secret fashion through the use of piecemeal construction and mostly droid forces that could easily be wiped or disposed of without question. But when it was finished the Seat of the Unborn was truly majestic. The absolute best that the Panathan Empire had to offer and the last bastion should everything else fail. It was the single greatest construction project ever undertaken by House Zambrano. But where was this mythical sanctum that contained this families darkest secrets and most valuable treasures? Could it be seen amidst the great home defense fleet of Panatha?

​Unknown.

​The Seat of the Unborn was always moving through space never in the same place for very long, and only the families patriarchs had a closed access to its whereabouts at any given time. Somewhere in the dark void of space the hidden station drifted. There were two recent expected arrivals and the only two who were acutely aware of the planetoids location at any one time. The Arch-Prince Braxus Zambrano I; Darth Prazutis and the Arch-King Kaine Zambrano I; [member="Darth Carnifex"].

​It was deep beneath the city of light that one could find the most secretive facilities housing the most valuable artifacts of the Zambrano family in all of their empire. But most of all it housed the best medical and science facilities in the galaxy, acquired over an extensive period of time many pieces from their time as top leaders of the One Sith that at the time were leagues ahead in development, constantly being updated to keep the very best available that allowed constant research and development in the monarchs clone bodies. It was all done with the exceptional Doctor Vain Jar'He at the helm. The Grand Gene-Surgeon of the family and the only one who was allowed to examine the monarchs in matters of their bodily states.

In a medical examination room the pair of dark lords sat on an examination table bereft of their tunics. The entire room was vacated with the exception of the doctor who personally took charge in looking at them. In truth with his mind focused on the future there was so much that preoccupied the Dark Lord between battles on and off the field, the extent of his corruption was apparently much farther than he thought it was. Where a once powerful and strong body stood of the anzati was entirely different. Braxus was almost entirely bone white like an alabaster column with greying blotches. Muscle began to break down as his body decayed he looked almost skeletal. The accounts of Darth Bane stored in the archives referenced critical stages nearing when a tremor in ones hands began, and that was exactly what happened to Braxus here.

​Such was the price of power.

​Their mortal coils weren't meant to contain the maelstroms of dark side energy contained within the likes of Braxus and his nephew. It defied the laws of what nature would allow and eventually the dark side would devour their forms. The hybrid was lucky that his natural body held more anzati DNA than epicanthix, for he would've certainly decayed much faster if he didn't have the minor regenerative qualities of his species. Combine that with their scarred and war torn forms. The Doctor poured over Kaine first examining him with a careful and attentive eye before performing a more thorough examination on the worse of the two patients.

When it had at last finished Vain stepped back pulling up an array of data on its datapad before it spoke in its mysterious, mechanized voice looking towards Kaine first "Your majesty you're body has begun to enter stage four of corruption. Any excess use of the force especially magic will rapidly cause your body to erode. Your current body was cloned in the prime adult ages early fifties for your species, but it's quickly decayed into resembling an Epicanthix in excess of a hundred and fifteen years old." Vain said, looking towards Braxus. "And you your majesty are in far worse shape you should've come sooner. Your closing in on the end of stage four. Your body is predominantly composed of Anzati biology and its minor regenerative capabilities have done work in helping your body fight the corruption but the sheer amount of dark side usage has completely overridden it. You're in mid adult stage for an anzati in your mid six hundreds, but your body resembles an venerable of your species approximately in the mid to late nine hundreds roughly speaking. We are at the stages where your organs will begin to fail with excess use and damage." ​Vain said.

​Even with the mechanized voice Braxus could hear the frustration in their doctors voice. So often they pushed the boundaries of their forms and the doctor took its job very seriously, it cared a good deal about ensuring the welfare of its masters. Braxus simply looked over towards Kaine and grinned "I had a good run in this one, didn't I?" ​While he had mastered the techniques of transferring ones essence it would truly be the first time he would need to do so. Kaine had been working on a good deal of experimental DNA to augment their new bodies. Kaine knew the specifics and he was to explain them when they arrived here, but the special breakthrough he found was already included in Braxus's batch of cloned forms.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The table was cold.

Well, he assumed it was cold. The sensation of feeling had long left the Sith Lord's body, it was one of the many things he willingly sacrificed to achieve a greater existence as a being of pure energy able to transfer his spirit between host bodies. The effort in doing so still remained an astronomical undertaking, and was spiritually exhausting. It would most likely take days, or weeks, after the ritual for both of them to become fully acclimated to their new bodies.

He listened to Doctor Vain roll over their ailments and the degrees in which their bodies had decomposed since drinking deeply from the dark ocean of the Dark Side of the Force. No flesh, fabricated or natural, could withstand the might of their power for too long. The new bodies that Kaine had cooked up, however, might prove to be a grander replacement for the meager bodies they now inhabited.

After the initial diagnosis, Doctor Vain brought up a technical readout of the new bodies they were to be placing their immortal spirits into. "As you can see, your majesties, these new bodies are far sturdier and more resilient to the corruptive influence of the Dark Side while allowing for full immersion for longer periods before the tissue starts to break down from the strain. Thanks to the efforts of his majesty, King Kaine, these new bodies are equipped with an accelerated healing factor allowing for most injuries to be healed within a short amount of time. The healing factor obtained was shown to be greater than the one your body originally possessed, Prince Braxus."

It was pleasing to know that the healing agent had bonded so well with the remaining batch of clone bodies, the failures of the earlier attempts having been overcome through tenacity and trial and error. "That is inconsequential, Braxus. There will most likely be many more bodies ahead of us." Kaine envisioned his existence spanning multiple lifetimes, perhaps multiple faces and different guises to continue perpetuating his life indefinitely.

They were ready.

The ritual would be excruciatingly painful, a deep spiritual pain that would bypass all of their built up resistance to pain. The Dark Side would flow through their bodies like water from a broken dam, separating their spirits from their bodies before they were placed in their new bodies floating idyllic in the tanks. At that point it would be up to Kaine and Braxus to maneuver themselves into position, Kaine had much more experience in doing so but he had taught Braxus what he would need to do on this occasion and the Dark Lord trusted in his ability to manipulate his own spiritual energy.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​They were ready.

​Before entering the medical chamber they briefly looked at the clone bodies prepared and Braxus was quite pleased at what he saw. It was like looking in a mirror every feature right down to the intricate tattoos on his chest and arms. The Doctors they had at their disposal here aiding Vain were the best in their field. ​But what was to come would be something he never experienced before. [member="Darth Carnifex"] in the final stages of training taught him the intricate rituals allowing him to master the techniques. But for all his skill in them they have yet to be put to the test, it wasn't exactly something you could try unless absolutely necessary. What Kaine did tell him about how it felt could be summed up in one word: pain.

It was a deep spiritual pain overriding their resistances at such a level one hasn't typically experienced in their lifetimes. The dark side would wash over their bodies like a raging flood devouring what remained like a ravenous parasite while the spirit separated. Through Kaine's coaching he knew how it happened and it would be up to him to manipulate his own spiritual energy.

​"Lets begin."

​Braxus sat cross legged on the table his hands in his lap with his eyes closed. Carefully the Dark Lord slowed his breathing into long deep breaths while he tapped into his anger his hate to stoke the fires of the dark side. But this time was different. This time Braxus made use of sense, control, and alter, all fields of the force at once following intricate hand motions. The maelstrom of dark side energy swirling around him intensified as the embers burned in a raging inferno unlike anything ever experienced before. Normally the energy was directed outward through the use of applications of the force, but this time would be different.

​It would be directed inward.

​When he at last smashed the spiritual floodgates his body was covered in raging black energy as the dark side flowed through his veins, surging through every cell and every particle in his body. Every precise movement taken during the ritual done according to how he learned, and his trust in Kaine was never misplaced it happened exactly like he had told him it would. But the pain...it was far worse than he had expected. A large margin of the pain came from feeling the dark side flood and explode every cell in his body while his skin turned grey and withered. The massive hybrids bones crumbled into dust and with a last yell in pain his body crumbled to dust in the table. A translucent inky black spiritual energy remained in place of his form remaining for just mere moments.

​It was so surreal.

​To be in this spiritual form just as Kaine had done before when [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] struck the Dark Lord down. The translucent form of Kaine still remained and often he consoled with Braxus who was left with complete control over his masters empire. To actually be in the same place...it felt like everything his nephew had said and more, it was beautiful and terrifying to feel. The Destroyer could see all of the vessels around him from Doctor Vain and everyone else moving in the labs all with their bright occupied vessels, to the many clone bodies prepared as well as the two that remained in the next chamber for the pair. Braxus surged towards his body and instantly he slammed into it with the force of a ship jumping to hyperspace.

​Awake.

​It was like waking up from some sort of dream instantly the Zambrano Prince's eyes surged open the base emerald color quickly turning the sickening sulfuric yellow. It seemed while the Dark Lords began their ritual Doctor Vain had moved to continue operations getting their bodies prepared in the next room over, working a machine that drained the fluid the body was floating in, and opening the pod. Braxus landed on his hands and knees with a thud. As the hybrid gasped for the cool air around them he was met with another feeling.

​The body.

​It was cloned and perfected to the peak of his physical conditioning the perfect hybridization with an inclusion of the new DNA to reinforce the body against corruption and damage done. But most of all it was devoid of any corruption, it was pure and untainted unlike his other. He felt stronger than he ever had during the final months of his natural form. Braxus stood up flexing his muscles inspecting his form before speaking to Kaine who was himself recovering "I feel rejuvenated. This form untained by the dark energy and it's strong." ​Braxus said a grin on his face. Finally he transcended his mortal coil and finally he had achieved the secrets of true eternal life. Through the use of the dark powers he would life eons beyond the modern age, an eternity to rule and bring death to their enemies.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Even though he had experienced the feeling of disembodiment twice before, the pain never ceased to nearly send him spiraling into insanity as it tore through his ethereal consciousness. The strain was immense, the feeling of slipping beyond the mortal coil and letting go of the physical was a nauseatingly anxious experience. The constant fear of loss of consciousness hung over the Dark Lord's head the moment he cast aside his withering old shell, which had disintegrated into ash the moment his spirit vacated.

He floated there in the room, an invisible specter only visible to the spirit of his uncle, [member="Darth Prazutis"], as he too emerged from the corrupted ruin of his body to join him in the realm of the non-material. The rest of the world was consumed in shadows that distorted perception, the masked face of Doctor Vain twisted and gnarled into something inhumanly grotesque when viewed through the lens of death. The Dark Lord took a look around, the marvel of this in-between realm always captivating him for but a moment, but should his awe linger he threatened to undo the work he had set forth to accomplish. He centered his being, reigning in the aspects of his soul that desired to part, holding himself together through sheer will and his mastery of the Dark Side.

Now his gaze fell upon the body that had been prepared for him, and he propelled himself through the aether to occupy its space. Tethers were created between his spirit and the empty husk, anchors with which he would possess the mindless clone and transfer his consciousness into its brain. His memories became imprinted upon its gray matter, all of his collective experiences, knowledge, and personality ingrained like words carved into stone by hammer and chisel. In the realm his spirit occupied it felt like eons had passed, thousands of years trudging on as he meticulously engraved himself into his new body. In the world of the living only a few seconds, barely a minute, had passed before the ritual had been completed.

Consciousness flooded into him like water through a burst pipe, his mouth opening in a silent scream of agony before liquid bubbled up from his lungs and stomach. He toppled from the tube as it was opened and collapsed to the floor, heaving amniotic fluid with panicked breaths. Only a few meters away was Braxus mimicking him in his rebirth, and the Dark Lord was pleased to see that Braxus has succeeded in his first essence transfer.

His arms and legs were weak, the muscles atrophied from the listless suspension within the cloning tube. His whole body was aflame with agony, the cloned organs and other faculties had not had to work a day since their inception, but within the span of several seconds were thrust into activity as the body they inhabited came alive as the Dark Lord's spirit firmly settled within. His eyes, tightly shut for who knows how long, peeled open to stare at the contents of his lungs and stomach that had been wretched onto the floor. The vibrant emerald existed for only a fraction of a second before they were engulfed by molten hate, the Dark Side vibrating through his being as power once again flooded back to him.

He attempted to stand, and nearly fell back down to the floor before Doctor Vain caught his arm and braced him. Other doctors had arrived and quickly flung themselves into action to ensure that both Kaine and Braxus could stand steady on their feet while simultaneously bringing in fresh clothes for them to don once all of the fluids had been wiped away from their bodies. "This is our future, Braxus. Immortality. No matter what the Jedi and their ilk throw against us, we can never truly die."

They were as Gods.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​What the Dark Lord wanted to do and what happened were entirely different.

​It was the briefest moments of delirium as his body fell after attempting its first step and rapidly doctors arrived to hoist him and [member="Darth Carnifex"] up while the residual fluids were cleaned and their coordination returned. More doctors had begun to wheel in fresh sets of clothing for the pair Braxus could see, his attention briefly focusing on Kaine.

"This is our future, Braxus. Immortality. No matter what the Jedi and their ilk throw against us, we can never truly die."​

​Kaine was right. Today was just one step into securing their future. They transcended their mortal coils becoming something far more. The amount of power at their fingertips they were gods. Not even the destructive power of the dark side could devour them now. They would remain as they always have, as one united front ruling the stars bringing down the hammer upon those who dared to stand in their way. When the brilliant emerald of his eyes faded and the blaze of molten hate returned he felt strength return to the body whose faculties hadn't been used a day in its life, now suddenly forced to work overtime. But for all the pain every last bit of it was worth it this was what he worked so hard to accomplish, memories flooded to the surface from his earliest days as an Sith Acolyte under the Master who stood alongside him.

​"The dark side requires dedication and a willingness to do what needs to be done to achieve power. Remember our words: The strong do what they will, and the weak suffer what they must."

​After all this time he learned the last and greatest power his master taught him. If it were any other Sith they would've entertained the idea of taking this time to try and kill the master. But those Sith were foolish and short sighted. Kaine was more important to him than his master. Kaine was his family, his blood, and above all his friend. "The strong do what they will and the weak suffer what they must. I wasted my potential years ago you taught me that, you pulled me from the ranks of the sheep to join the wolves. Everything's finally come full circle Kaine." ​Braxus said as he began sliding on the clothes prepared for him, sliding into a black double breasted doublet and matching trousers, the base for his black and gold robes to come. Braxus held a hand out to Kaine then as the man finished preparing "We have much to do. I'm having the Seat brought near Rattatak. We'll take our shuttle down to the surface."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The trip to Rattatak was relatively uneventful with both Sith Lords retiring to their individual sanctums to recuperate and familiarize themselves with their nascent bodies. Kaine took this time to stretch the limits of his body, throwing himself into a rigorous training exercise that left his body aching and sweaty at its conclusion. It was refreshing to inhabit a body that was unspoiled by the Dark Side, youthfulness and power coursing through his body in spades.

The Seat of the Unborn did not complete the full trip to Rattatak, but rather exited hyperspace in an isolated star system to allow the Sith duo to board their shuttle and embark on the rest of the journey that way. Bringing their most treasured possession so close to a habitable system was a recipe for disaster, and Kaine would have none of it. It would return to the untamed depths of the Unknown Regions shortly after they departed, never to be seen again unless called upon by its masters. En route to Rattatak Kaine contacted Lord Admiral Omarest Croscal, commanding him to commandeer the Vengeance for Empress Teta and gather to him a small flotilla of Star Destroyer-class vessels and moor them above Rattatak.

By the time the Crestfallen emerged from hyperspace above Rattatak, the good Lord Admiral had complied with his master's orders and assembled the fleet in orbit above the barren planet. For too long the planet had been laxly governed by the Zambrano family, allowing for all manners of cretins and leeches to take up residence in the wastes and cities. The planet rightly belonged to the Zambrano lineage by right of blood, Kaine's daughter Evelynn Dorn had jointly ruled the planet alongside Nemene Talith before their untimely demise during a violent slave revolt. Kaine had moved in to put down the remnants of the revolt and reestablish order, but otherwise he left it writhe in squalor and neglect.

No longer.

Rattatak would be purified of the lowest dregs of society, the garrison replaced and every government institution, even the Cauldron, brought under their control. But Admiral Croscal wasn't the only man Kaine had summoned to Rattatak, he likewise sent a message to his apprentice Darth Pyrrhus and invited him to take a seat at the table of Rattak's new order. Until he arrived, however, the Zambranos would begin a blockade of the planet and disembark large quantities of soldiers to the highest concentrations of population and effectively put all of Rattatak under curfew indefinitely.

[member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]​

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

The Lord of Ruin's ship, The Cataphract, dropped out of hyperspace and entered orbit around Rattatak. His humble transport carried him without escort, having those stationed elsewhere for the time being. He did not expect to need to arrive in force here.

It wasn't a planet he had spent much time on, perhaps none. Rattatak still floated somewhere on his radar, as one of the planets the Karazak Slavers Cooperative had set their operations up on. In fact, it had been company headquarters before that had been moved over to Glee Anselm. But since then their presence here had diminished, especially in light of the First Order's takeover. Their stance on slavery, it was safe to say, differed from that of Darth Pyrrhus.

The appropriate channels were used to inform the appropriate people about his arrival. Simultaneously, his own private transport would carry him and a humble entourage down planetside. The Togruta Lord travelled with one of his apprentices, [member="Myn Eris"] and the unlikely Epicanthix guest that was Cedric Naiad. The Dark Jedi's business usually kept him and Pyrrhus apart, which was probably a healthy solution for the both of them. Yet circumstances differed.

Pyrrhus wore his own personal make of Sith robes, bathing both he and his surroundings in the cool, intoxicating power of the Dark Side. A small contingent of the Epirus Guard travelled with them as well, but nothing worth mentioning. Pyrrhus saw no need for showing off with empty bravado. He has his assets. He knew it. Those who tested him would learn. That was pretty much all there was to it.

"Ever been to Rattatak?" His own way of casual small talk, turning his head slightly to glance in the general direction of Myn. Travel much? Any ties here?

| [member="Myn Eris"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] |​

 

[Asher]

Ragged robes contrasted against Pyrrhus’ far more elaborate getup. While discomfort wasn’t something that Myn had been a stranger to, this felt like perhaps a bit too much. There weren’t any gaping holes in it or pieces of burlap that swayed with the winds. It was quite simply a tattered, somewhat worn set of robes that had seen near-constant use since the day Myn had begun practice under her master, each little hole telling a tale of when she had to be reprimanded or otherwise schooled, though for what reason was often up for debate. The girl obviously made errors in her rounds and practice, but more often than not it was because she never stopped giving her master a hard time. Be it through constant comments, pointing out his errors for him — out loud — or something as simple as not listening, there had been times when the little girl had been taught the importance of doing the exact opposite of what she had done at the time in such situations.

And now here she was once again. A pale figure in the shadow of Darth Pyrrhus. She knew that he had arranged for this specifically to teach her about her insignificance as a mere ‘acolyte’ of the Sith, but it was quite frankly for the exact same reason that Myn would refuse to let him get her down. Had it not been because of the stature he carried himself with she’d most likely have sworn a vendetta on him too, but as it were she was quite comfortable with the arrangement that Pyrrhus had set up for her.

She just wanted to make sure he didn’t feel the same. It’d be unbecoming of him.

“Have you?” She grinned for the better part of a second before she felt the man’s wrath grab at her neck. “Okay, fine! No. I have never been to Rattatak.”

“... My lord.” She said and bowed her head. “I’ve seen rats attack each other though, if that coun- Ow, ow, I get it! Stop!”

The girl reached up to rub at the back of her neck and especially the area Pyrrhus had pinched.

How did he do that? The girl stared most bitterly at him.

“Anything you can tell me about it, master?”

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] // [member="Darth Carnifex"] // [member="Darth Prazutis"]​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​It was an experience.

​After their transference the pair of Sith Lords retired to their individual sanctums to become more familiar with their new bodies. Braxus began with a session of meditation before putting the new form through the paces with an intense training exercise. For the first time in quite a while he didn't have the weight of his corruption pressing down on his chest. The body was in its prime and he was eager to push it to its limits.

Some time later...

​After the pair boarded their private shuttle and left for Rattatak while Kaine began to issue orders to his fleet Braxus had work to do. A man boarded the shuttle alongside him who looked somewhat out of place alongside the dark robed Sith lord. The man was clad in a black suit and dark tie with a long coat. "Lazerus." The Dark Lord said to the man who stood behind bowing his head in submission to the Dark Lord. Lazerus was his Shadow Hand, an extension of Darth Prazutis's will through the galaxy. As a monarch on multiple worlds including Thule and Rattatak a vast network of key servants were necessary to manage all of it. Lazerus was one of the most crucial of these.

​Rattatak was long ruled by the Zambrano Royal Family and for years laxly governed, overall order was restored following a slave revolt under the former rulers Evelynn Dorn and Nemene Talith. But following the restoration of order the monarchs left it relatively unattended with a lax government. Unbeknownst to them it festered in its squalor and neglect the world suffering from its poor government institutions. Not anymore. "The world is rife with corruption my lord. I've compiled a list of officials that will need to be purged. Instability is climbing and under its current state a revolt is approaching fast. The garrison in place is ill equipped to handle it."

​"Send the list to appropriate ground forces on the ground all targets are marked for the purge. No institution shall remain untouched." ​Prazutis said, making his way to Kaine. "Is everything in place for the orbital blockade?"

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Myn Eris"]​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine watched the warships trudge into position over the barren world, their massive bulks casting dagger-like shadows across Rattatak's surface. The Sith Lord's hands were clasped behind his back and his head held high as he breathed in deeply the moment before Braxus joined him in the cockpit of the Crestfallen. "The pieces are being moved into place, the noose has been thrown around Rattatak's neck. When we descend to the planet's surface it will be tightened, and we will strangle the world and relieve it of its witless rabble." As he spoke the Star Destroyers orbiting Rattatak opened their floodgates, dozens of dropships and gunships descending down into the atmosphere like a swarm of locusts to strip bare the crop. Interdictors had been deployed alongside the warships, laying down mines throughout the system to halt travel to and from Rattatak for the duration of the operation.

The Crestfallen would join the steady stream, the flames of reentry licking the edges of the cockpit's viewport before it finally faded away to reveal an endless expanse of rocky valleys, plateaus, and mountains. They would make their way to the Cauldron, the largest gladiatorial arena and the seat of all power on Rattatak. It was there, so many years ago it seemed, that Nemene Talith and Evelynn Dorn crowned themselves the Queens of Rattatak in defiance of his wishes. There's was a short-lived reign, but as bloody and tyrannical as they come. No one, not even he, had truly moved to fill the vacuum after their deaths which had allowed powerful factions to materialize within the gladiatorial society.

If Zambrano power was to be absolute on Rattatak, these factions must be weeded out and destroyed.

The Crestfallen landed on one of the larger landing pads where a small retinue of creatures, both Human and Alien, were waiting their arrival. At their head was a towering Trogodile warchief by the name of Graxl the Scimitar. He was one of the last remaining Zambrano agents left over from the dissolution of the Talith government, and had fought tooth and claw to secure his position as one of the strongest warlords in the arena. The rest were a mixture of gladiators and slaves, wretched and battle scarred. It was hardly a welcoming sight, but it was better than nothing.

"Chief Graxl, I am pleased to see you are still in one piece. The hour of reckoning has come." The taller reptoid bowed and unsheathed his pair of fi'langs before barking out a phrase in his guttural native tongue, which spurred the others into action as they retreated back through the arena's entryway to spread the word to whatever meager scraps they could recruit from the disparaged and the criminal. Meanwhile several dropships had touched down on other landing pads, squadrons of Blackblade Guardsmen emerging and advancing into the arena to pacify it.

By the end of this day blood will be shed, and it would flow like the wines of Zeltron.

[member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Myn Eris"]​