Heir of Tenebrae
Jutrand | Seat of the Emperor
Darth Empyrean
It was not the first time he was on Jutrand, even though it was a long time ago and in a different age, but it certainly was the first time that he came here under the Sith Empire's rule and as Darth Imperius himself. The planet reminded him of how Dromund Kaas had been all those years ago, but it lacked a certain something, an acquired taste which would make him spit once, now gave his life direction. The region was steeped in the history of the New Sith Wars, but only by name they were really related to actual Sith. Now actual Sith, some more, some less, ruled a new Empire from here.
And it was ruled by a corpse. Darth Empyrean and Darth Imperius had met before, though he was not carrying his Sith title and petty ambitions, ideals and allegiances clouded his mind still. There was spirit in Aurelian and it carried on, but the virtues did not. There were spent, wasted in the service of lesser beings that rather denied what they were than to accept and embrace it. Order was not the result from law but came from strength.
This audience was to seek a mixture of support, permission and visibility. The Sith Empire was uniting and closing the petty gaps of factionalism, by his own hand and claimed so, by others. But Imperius was more than intent on making sure it happened for there was no use for pathetic separation when the Dream of Empire was concerned. To this end, the Dark Lord wanted to make a proposal of fire and blood to the Emperor, to gain his backing for operations that potentially could strike deep into the enemy and not only bring forward the goals of war but also remove and expose any disunity among the ranks of Kainate, Eternalists and Tsis'kaar.
The large figure stood silently in one of the halls of the imperial palace, clad in his dark armor from neck to toe, a dark red tabard and cape flowing from his shoulders with a pulled back hood. On his back was sheathed Anathema, his greatsword, screaming eternally in hunger for death. His helmet was clipped to his belt, fully intending to face the Sith ruler with his organic black eyes.
