Condor Legion (Aargonar Dominion)

[Sasha Santhe]

The planet of Aargonar was a dusty little spec of a world. The skimmer darted across the dunes with an ever urgent need. This was a rebel camp, one of many now on the world. The government of this planet had fallen and the various factions had broken, scattered, and were not preparing for the battle to establish their ideals as the new ideals. Officially the sith were not here. They had no place on the world. Unofficially though, Sith were allowed to volunteer for service on the planet helping the rebels most likely to support the sith cause. These sith were, for a short time, technically no longer members of the empire. In actuality these men and women were all volunteered.

Sasha smiled as she played with her little droid puppets as the skimmer slowed to a halt. These rebels were under equipped, but that was about to change. In Sasha’s convoy was guns, planes, and even a few speeder tanks. They were older of course, but would serve well in the open desert. The sith were allowed to enter the encampment. The rock walls covered it well enough. Two older model TIE fighters were stacked along racks carved into the stone. One of the Sith Supporters were rallying the troops. That is when a large man approached. Bren Hallo. Sasha smiled. “The Sith bring their regards...” she said as the weapons were unloaded. With these weapons the locals would be able to start a new offensive. The key now was to get these men onto their side. “We come to you now, open handed, with the Empresses support for your cause.”

The man stared at her impassively. “We are thankful for your support.” His eyes scanned over the weapons as he licked his lips greedily. “As you know this planet has a history of supporting the Sith, but let me ask you something, what do we get out of this deal?”

“Besides these weapons?”

“Yes besides the weapons.”

Sasha let out a smile. “Victory...”

Narrowed eyes greeted her. “You’re people will need to convince the council,” he said. “There are three sub camps, each with their own leaders. We are gathering together for a strike at the capitol. With your support we may be able to end this.”

Sasha smiled. Already the others were making their ways to the sub camps. This group would soon be the Sith’s and upon their ascension the Empire would have gained a world. It was also a good opportunity to test new Sith hardware, and bloody troops against an enemy to harden them...

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

[At a seperate Rebel Force Camp]

Val'Ryss stood among the dunes as the sanded winds lapped around her cloak. The dark figure lurked the out-skirts of the camp which she was ordered to approach by Master Sirella. She had to repay her teachings, so Val'Ryss enlisted her services with permissions from Master Tirdarius. Planting her dark booted foot forwards she began her approach. Drifting past soldiers, weapons crates and droids, she came closer and closer to the camp. She had been informed fellow knight Santhe, would attend one of the other sub-camps while the other knights made their presence in the others. Coming closer she was intercepted by two soldiers who asked of her intentions.

"This one is but a humble gift from the Empire. And so are the tower of weapons deployed behind this one." Val'Ryss spoke in her usual hissing tone. The dark voice irked the soldiers but a older man beckoned her in so the soldiers moved from her path. Coming closer Val'Ryss removed her hood and revealed her red-skin and black facial tattoo like scars. Her golden eyes stared at the old man, the leader of this particular rebel camp. "I am pleased that the Empire sent their finest to assist us." the man spoke with a deep and grouff voice. "This one is pleased the Commander approves of our presence here" Val'Ryss paused before bowing her head slightly, "The empire has an interested in the Commander's...imminent victory." The old man laughed and shook his head, "We haven't one yet my friend. There is still a battle to be won." Val'Ryss hissed a low laugh and walked about the map that was stretched across a decaying and rust table. "Indeed, Commander. But, the Commander's victory will come, he possesses a weapon that the enemy does not."

The old man stared and asked with a raised eye-brow, "Oh and what weapon is that?" Val'Ryss responded with a dark smile that cracked across her face and ended its emergence with a sinister chuckle, "......me..."

 

[Rhace Tarrin]

@[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]

The Conquest had landed minutes before and Rhace's deployable force was making its way out of the transport. One battalion of stormtroopers plus a full complement of gunships and tanks made up Rhace's attack group, and the Major had every intent of pacifying some people around here. He was entirely happy to slaughter the local population in the name of the Empire. Another planet secured by the Wolfpack sounded good.

And then he went up the red-skinned snake chick, because that's what he did. He'd heard her voice somewhere before. Probably over Gravlex Med.

"Major Tarrin reporting," he said, not sure of who she was, but she looked vaguely powerful and in charge of this camp. For a stormtrooper, he was awfully powerful in the Force. The lightsaber was probably a hint. "Are we preparing combat ops at this time?"

 

[Lord Depravious]

While all the others attempted to convince those at the rebel camps to invade the capitol and support the Sith or.. Give their planet to the Sith would be a better term for what would be happening should they take the capitol, Lord Depravious himself made his way to the capitol. His hood raised, which as of late was uncharacteristic of him, he destroyed all those who didn't support his plans, or converted them to his side; however, it was time for his elden Dragon Sith days to take place in this mission that he embarked on. In case of any force users he suppressed his Bogan aura to the point that even the Jedi Grand Master would possibly not be able to feel his presence in the force. This magnitude of suppression had been perfected in his earlier years when he could not have his way with whatever he wanted, and now with each step he took his posture began to become more erect, and his head faced down to the ground. Navigating through the city while each step he took was calculated and precise he never took a second look upwards to see where it was he was going.

Upon reaching the gates of the capitol building Lord Depravious looked up once through his hood in order to see the amount of guards that were guarding the door. As he approached the capitol doors the guards shouted, "Halt! State your business for being here." Depravious simply took one look upwards to them with his darkened look and depressionary look. Within his robes he clenched his fist manipulating the force around that gesture it over took both of the guards. In a Force Crush, both of the guards spines snapped rupturing vital organs within them in a moments notice. The force dissipated from their bodies as soon as it came while they lie helpless along the wall that they had stood and guarded for so many days. As he walked by them he uttered a simple sentence and meaning. "My people.."

The guards below had all but bled out internally leaning up against the wall with their spines crushed. As Lord Depravious walked through the various corridors of the capitol building he walked up to the head office.. The office of the Grand Marshal of the current forces that with held the capitol for themselves. The man was a shrewd man, he knew exactly what was happening around the planet and why it was happening. The uproars around the city and around the planet were not being caused by any small faction. They were being caused by a large faction with a lot of resources that wanted the planet for themselves should they so desire it. He on the other hand would no be manipulated! No no, he loved his people far too much to give them up. He was wrong. You see something that every one of these people had, was that they cared more for their own lives than anything else in the entire galaxy, be that money, be that power they in their minds could gain none of those should they be dead.

As Lord Depravious stepped into the room he gazed at the man before glancing quickly at the two Guards with Vibrosabers in hand and blasters attached to their belts. The shrewd man in all of his military attire looked at Depravious an in a disgusted tone spoke, "Who are you and why do youuuuu think that youuuuu can come into my office unannounced!?" No amount of gesticulation or postulation could have offended Lord Depravious more than the self-righteous and pompous man thinking that he ran the show in the galaxy and upon that planet. Little did he know that his doom strode along side his arrogance. A spec in the dust to the rest of the galaxy this man thought that he could get away with anything, under the protection of his guards at least.

"You are going to do as I say and as I please, should you not this entire city will fall, and most importantly to you.. You shall suffer the worst death imaginable.." Lord Depravious' voice was cold, dark, and oppressive, the pain that he had suffered over the years and the sadness that him and his people had suffered over the years meant nothing to this man and would never mean anything to this man should he cooperate.. Or perhaps he would experience something of a similar magnitude during his final moments. The only thing that would separate him and Depravious and his people was the time they would experience it. As Lord Depravious finished his sentence he stood there narrowing his gaze upon the man. The blackness of his eyes resembled that of a chasm that appeared barren on the outside but inside resonated with a history unfathomable to those who had not experienced it themselves along side Shaidin Kamari.

"How dare you speak to me in such a way! Guards kill him and dispose of the body!" The man pointed and commanded the guards. Merely slaves upon the masses that held this government together and held it up.. It would soon crumble. As the first man to raise his vibrosaber was the left, Lord Depravious simply brought his own hand upwards to the bottom of the Vibrosabers hilt. The knocking of the hilt upwards caused the activated blade itself to travel downwards to the Guards head, before slashing through the skull, dropping down dead on the spot where he himself solidified his own doom. The man to the right swung immediately after; however, his strike would not so easily be defended to make him look like a fool. He cleaved from his left to the right in an attempt to catch Lord Depravious off guard.. It would not.. With the flick of his wrist the crested saber flew to his hand, the bottom of it labeled "Paer Shylsis" came across to the mans vibrosaber blocking it rather easily. During the block Depravious took a step forwards sliding his Lightsaber along the edge of the vibrosaber, with each inch that it came forward a spark ignited along the metal of the blade. Stepping within an inch of the mans face, Lord Depravious stopped, staring deeply into the mans eyes. The man had though this would be the end for him, such eloquent swordsmanship, with his wrist bent he was still able to hold off the mans assault. He was ready to be cut by the lightsaber and his life ended like his friend that lay dead of his own causes. This was not how Lord Depravious saw things; however, instead he wished to strip all hope from the man before he died. With the force manifested into Lord Depravious' eyes Deadly Sight over took his eyes, burning all sentient things in the way of the sight Deadly Sight slowly incinerated the man from his ankles to his head. By the time the man finally noticed it the annihilation had already taken place. He screamed out to the world in pain and suffering before his head was finally enveloped.

With the force gone from his eyes and absorbed into his body once more, Lord Depravious turned to the man. Bare in mind all of the recent events happened within a few moments so the man stood in shock. "There will be a rebel force marching on the city.. You know this as well as I, I am sure. When it marches the gates will open and there will be no resistance, do you hear me?" Lord Depravious' tone was sinister and stern. The man who was still awe struck and also at this moment fearful for his life and the life of his people nodded without a word.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]
@[member="Rhace Tarrin"]

"No need to report to Zankarr, Major Tarrin. Legally and functionally, you're equals. Val'Ryss, I require your assistance with that project we discussed. Major Tarrin, you're welcome to join us in the desert or continue outfitting and training our friends here."

Velok turned to the nearest resistance leader. "We'll need a small escort of your people. Some of what we're about to do is rather difficult, and we'll need someone watching out for us as we work."

Within half an hour, Velok, Val'Ryss and the rebel escort were riding skiffs into the desert.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

@[member="Velok"] @[member="Rhace Tarrin"]
Val'Ryss turned to Master Velok and asked with an amused tone, "What is thy bidding Master Velok?" she looked out into the desert wastes and pondered what was the "task" she was being asked to assist in, "What method of task requires this one's assistance?" her words hissed about the space between them. The small escort of rebel soldier lingered behind them seated or at ease, waiting to hear more as well. Val'Ryss had heard of Velok, a strange Sith Lord who held mastery over a wide-range of force manipulations. She was intrigued. To be asked to assist him, something very fascinating indeed was about to occur.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]

"The capital has a tall, high wall, well-defended. You and I are going to find a way to bring it down."

The skiffs raced over the dunes, leaving the rebel encampment far behind.

"There's a sarlacc this way, according to orbital sensors. You and I are going to twist it. Change it. I paid a terrible price for biological alchemy, and we're about to use every skill I learned by absorbing the soul of a master alchemist."

The skiff settled down beside the gigantic maw of a fully adult sarlacc.

"Tell me, Val'Ryss, Defiler of the Jedi Temple...what would you do to start?"

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

@[member="Velok"]
"Defiler of the Jedi Temple", Val'Ryss was slightly shocked by the title but she absorbed its praise, "Hiss, hiss, hiss...the master is to kind? Or perhaps cruel? Either or, this one is grateful for the title." Then turning to his question Val'Ryss gazed into the distance and then turned her hood to gaze at the escort they brought with them. The dark spirit whispered into her ear a recipe, one with shiver inducing ingredients. Val'Ryss' head rolled on her shoulders back to gaze at Master Velok. She spoke in a serious tone but her words where sinisterly whimsical, "To produce a creature of flesh and blood, flesh and blood are to be...exchanged...to produce it." Val'Ryss then turned her whole body side-ways, with one foot pointing back at the escort that came with them, "Consider it a...catalyst...for the recipe to be complete. The Master need only ask when."

Looking out into the distance, she spotted their target. A large fissure in the landscape, with giant claw like teeth and tentacles spitting out from the gaping whole- this was the sarlacc, a mouth embedded into the surface. The skiff hovered over the mouth and the Sith Knight leaned over the side to watch its mouth move about and greet them with a gargling roar. "A lovely specimen" she hissed in laughter.

 

[John Harrison]

His teeth rattling as his rusted skiff shook under the constant change of elevation, John shot across the dunes, a rebel camp in sight. He would leave the camp in flames, watch as the inhabitants let out their dying screams. Taking the lightsaber from his belt, he noted that he should forge his own at some point. Nonetheless, his current blade would suffice.

Leaping from the vehicle while it was in motion, he allowed himself a brief rush of adrenaline as it flew into the camp, screams ringing out as the cheap vehicle slammed into the scrappy fence of the base. The sands billowed outwards as he landed, his long coat fluttering in the wind. Igniting his blade, he flicked it in a circular motion to clear a path through the fence instead of crawling past the smouldering remains of the skiff.

Staring deep into the hearts of the men, he spoke. "Which of you is worthy of salvation?"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]

There was no mistaking her intentions. The old Whiphid looked from soldiers to Sarlacc and back again.

"No," he growled. "If they need to die, I'll handle it. I'm the one responsible; I won't delegate that."

That, and he knew some conception of mercy. Soldiers on the edge of space were often equally guilty regardless of their allegiance, but one or two of them might be what he considered innocent blood. And if there was one shred of principle he had clung to, it was that innocent blood be spared pain, when possible. The soldiers backed away, raising their guns, and he snapped their necks one after the other with telekinesis. A wave of his hands threw the bodies into the Sarlacc's maw. "There. Now the creature will have the resources to transform. Let's begin."

The Force wreathed his eyes in red light as he probed the Sarlacc with his mind, pondering the vast lobes that emanated out through the sand. Slowly, ever so slowly, the gigantic, bulbous creature began to elongate. Sand shifted underfoot.

 

[Rhace Tarrin]

"Yes, Master," was Rhace's only response. While, yes, he didn't have to and normally it would just be 'sir' for anyone short of the Emperor, Velok was different. When you can authorise field promotions and hand out Force powers and lightsabers, that's kind of a thing.

In the meantime, Rhace was left in the resistance camp, his battalion offloading and preparing for an assault all while the lucky souls of the Wolfpack trained up the local rabble. Instead of going beast-hunting, Rhace chose to stay at camp, inspect the tanks, and be ready for the all-out armoured assault he would be spearheading here shortly. With this many tanks, he couldn't possibly go wrong.

 

[John Harrison]

The men remained silent as he stood before them. Their fate was chosen, so it seemed. Breathing in heavily, he closed his eyes for focus and summoned the lightning as he had upon Ossus. He could feel his anger, his hatred for the men before him, their goals foolish and ideals idiotic. They were unworthy. Yes. He could feel it, feel the lighting as it coursed through his veins and flowed through to his fingertips.

His eyes snapping open, he grinned happily as he stared upon the terrified rebels, deep blue tongues of lightning shooting from his hands. Taken aback by the pure exertion needed to sustain the lightning, John lowered himself into a more stable position, his coat flapping in the wind. The men screeched and moaned as flames consumed their bodies, snaking orange flames twisting around them. The flames would claim them. Gasping in exhaustion, he clutched his stomach as he strode through the remains of the camp.

The remaining members of the camp would bend to his will.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

@[member="Velok"]

Val'Ryss was disappointed that Velok merely killed the escorts off and tossed them into the pit. She growled internally with disappointment, the human form is not necessary for such rituals, all that is needed is flesh and bone. But, nevertheless she let the moment go and raised her hands to aid the master. The force bleed from her finger tips and using what she had learned from Master Sirella, Val'Ryss' eyes grew dark until they were covered in a black glow. Her hands began to shake and the force erupted in a dark aura. If he is warping the mind, Val'Ryss thought, then I shall hold dominion over its flesh! The force poured into every orifice of the sarlacc, piercing into its muscle, blood and tissue. Val'Ryss held control over its flesh and slowly her fingers began to move in slight alterations. The sarlacc's skin bubble and its flesh stretched bursting into a monstrous size. Val'Ryss then extended the her force control to the bodies of the escorts murdered and thrown into the pit.

​Time for the final piece of the recipe to be produced. Val'Ryss' force grip surrounded the bodies and with great effort she began to squeeze on their torsos and skulls. Val'Ryss grimaced and clinched her teeth as she slowly drew in her fingers to form a fist. Just when the fingers were close enough to her palm she shut them into a fist, with that sudden violent motion the bodies of the escorts burst into pools of crimson pastes of flesh and bone. The dark drink poured down the throat of the sarlacc and activated the final transformation process. Soon the sarlacc would hold the power to move and dig its way out of its confinement and emerge as a Sith Worm.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]

"Ohh, Sirella Valkner taught you well, didn't she." Velok rolled his shoulders. "She surpassed her teachers, that one. When it came time for me to learn those arts, I sought out the spirit of her master's master and absorbed that spirit into my own. I'm no match for her in terms of alchemy, but I know what I'm doing."

The sarlacc, half arthropod and half plant, twisted and deformed, like a vine under the thrall of a lor pelek. The sand roiled and churned. Velok backed away across the dunes, then hopped up into the skiff. The majority of his strength went into altering the structures and motility of the sarlacc through ancient Sith alchemy. Its appendages flailed, sending tidal waves of sand across the desert.

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

Eldoc was there.. he had found a rebel movement and hoped that his apprentice was either at another camp.. or just really late... He smirked that they had actually agreed to work with him. He stood there clad in his armor, and waited for the order, to give to the rebels. Meanwhile he had found a spot in their makeshift tavern where he was rather comfortable. His comm on standby. He knew it was a matter of time, and he loved his taverns, he smirked to himself. It was now just a matter of time.

 

[Lord Depravious]

Lord Depravious took a few more steps to the man that stood across him adorned in military attire. Something that should be a sign of honor, pride and respect; something that should show he would die for his people. Depravious knew that none of this was true in this day in age. This man wouldn't give his life up for his country if those around him that he loved would be slaughtered if he kept his own life. He merely wished to say that he would give his life, and that his country meant the most to him, because it gave the man feeling of pride and a false sense of honor. He did not truly know what honor was, or the pain that one truly knew when that honor was had and then lost. As Lord Depravious spoke his voice emanated of nothing but hatred for the man, bellowing disdain rose from his chest "Do you understand me? Bring your guards down from the walls, take them off duty and patrols. If you wish for your people to live, if you wish to not experience the pain that my people experienced for thousands of years; you will do as I say."

Some men are believed to be predestined for greatness, born for the duty of the military.. This man was not it, he knew nothing of protecting his people or caring for his people so deeply that to hear ones screams was as if he heard thousands of screams. Out of pure shock, rage, fury, disbelief, and fear the man rushed at Depravious, his hand reaching for his side to the gun that rested upon it; however, Shaidin Kamari already had his hand pointed at the man. This wasn't just a normal point, no it was the shape of a gun, his thumb raised up and his index finger aimed at the man. The rest of his fingers curled inwards towards his hand hugging it closely whilst Shaidin narrowed his vision upon the man. As the "general" grabbed for his pistol, Lord Depravious brought his thumb down in a quick motion to signal as if he was shooting off a gun.

During the time that he was speaking to the man and the moments before the man charged Depravious had been channeling the force into his hand. It was obvious that this man wasn't going to make a rational decision, even if he wanted to be valiant Shaidin would be ready. As he dropped his thumb onto the bones that rest just under the skin before his index finger a force shock emitted to the mans head. The electricity flowed through his body, causing his nerve endings severe shock and his muscles began to spasm for a moment. Due to the muscle spasms the "general" dropped down to his knees before falling down to his face on the floor with the gun directly to the right of him on the floor. The force shock was no more but a taser shock to the man; but it was enough to drop him down to the ground as any strong taser shock would be.

As Lord Depravious bent over he grabbed the mans head to drag him over to the chair that rested behind the desk in his office. Setting him into it, he slowly began to slap the mans face back and forth to wake him from the induced slumber that he was in. As the man groggily came to, he looked at Depravious in horror. He had not a clue what it was that happened to him, only that the nerve endings in his body felt worse than they ever did for him. And that he knew Lord Depravious did it.. "My name is Lord Depravious, a man who has left planets in ash and ice. You will do this task for me, or I shall leave you in a state of pain that you can't begin to comprehend." Lord Depravious' voice was cold accompanied by his stare. The man simply nodded his head once more as he had done when the guards were killed and picked up the holo-communicator to relay the message to his troops and guards, "You are relieved of your duties."

Lord Depravious turned around as his cape flowed through the air flawlessly behind him, and reached through the force to his empress. (@[member="Ashin Varanin"]) "Lady Desmius, the capitol upon Aargonar is now deprived of its military. There will be no defense when the rebels march upon it with your respective subordinates.. There will be no resistance to the slaughter that I hope is to come, domination for the Sith Empire is the only way.. These people are weak and lack honor, decimate them all." Lord Depravious turned his head around to the man that was speaking over his holo communicator and spoke one final time to him, "Should you obey me your life will be spared, and you will never again see me in person. I will be watching."

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Sasha looked out onto the desert as the lumbering walker moved out of the bay and took up position. It was a new design, straight off the assembly line of Sienar Army Systems. Sasha smirked in her superior manner. Sith volunteers were already manning the craft and prepared for a trial run. Any deficiencies, as if Sasha would allow any vehicle with them to roll off her assembly lines, would be brought to life with this field test. Better to make sure everything is perfect here and now than to risk a malfunction when engaging the Republic later. Several more tanks rolled off dropships and onto the desert plain. Other factions were getting weapons from supporters abroad, but the Sith had the best toys, and were generous with those whom were useful to them. The Sith supported alliance of rebels were to meet on the great desert plains outside the capitol. The tanks and war machines of the Sith walking, and hovering over the dune sands. Soon everyone would be gathered and the battle would commence.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Sending words into the ether through telepathy required a great deal of power; receiving them required a great deal of sensitivity. And between the action and the response fell the shadow of the Force currents that passed between them. The Force was roiled with violence, with luck and happenstance, with great events.

And thus, telepathy was an inexact science, a poor art. What carried through to Ashin was a sense of place and a feeling of accomplishment. She got the general idea, no more.

Rather than return it, an inexact and somewhat pointless use of power, she...

Well, she got ready for other things.

 

[Falon Azrakel]

AT-TT Cockpit @[member="Sasha Santhe"]

Despite the walker being new, the controls were certainly very similar to the AT-AT vehicles Falon had trained in, however this vehicle was somewhat more complex. Looking over at his trusty co-pilot Lt General Iblis, he checked things were going well on his front. This vehicle was mid-test, so it was wise to ensure that his co-pilot wasn't on fire or lying dead on the weapons controls. "Check the rear gun." It was worthwhile checking that worked, because it was likely going to be useful in a fight, should one arise.

The desert was an unfortunate testing ground. A forest would've been better. Lots of things to shoot and to test navigation with. "All good." Nodded Iblis. "Navigation?" Moving the joystick, Falon watched through the main viewport as the 6 legs moved, 3 at a time, to create a walking movement. "Check." Even for an experienced engineer, this was impressive technology. As soon as Falon checked the weapons, the vehicle would be effectively fully-functional.

Moving the second joystick, he navigated the vehicle's gargantuan head into a position where it wouldn't kill someone. "Iblis, fire the main guns." The younger co-pilot pulled down his targeting computer and moved the quad heavy-laser cannons into safe range from the vehicles the Sith were handing to the rebels. "All clear." Iblis moved his hands onto the weapons and pulled back the priming mechanism."Fire."

A set of four lasers shot into the sand, a massive cloud shooting up into the sky. Picking up his comms unit, Falon proceeded to contact those on the ground. "Weapons and navigation systems are all clear." The AT-TT would be a nice addition to Armoured Force's armoury.

 

[Lord Depravious]

Lord Depravious stood in the mans office, as buzzers rang in the background to the man and he fumbled with the phone.. This city was destined to fall, even in the brightest days.. Lord Depravious cared not for the glory that may have come since Ashin didn't reply to him through the force. He had not payed attention to the fact that to extend the force across the galaxy like that without a force bond was near impossible even for the greatest of Emperors and Empress'. However, upon her lack of reply he knew that she had not received it in the way that he had sent it.. Perhaps she knew that something good had happened for the Sith Empire; however, she word for word did not know what was said. Nevertheless, Depravious had the glory before and there would be plenty more to come in the days ahead so the fact that the Empress did not receive the full message did not bother him at all. Merely the fact that she felt the emotions of greatness flowing through here would electrify the Sith themselves. With their leader feeling powerful the Sith in turn would also feel powerful.

Shaidin Kamari looked upwards to the ceiling for a moment taking in a deep breath. As he did the scents of the room around him, the scent of death and the scent of victory filled his nose. It sent chills down his spine to once again be able to dominate something. To leave peace and feel pain once again, Depravious knew all too well of this. "Do you feel it General..? Do you feel the oncoming attempt to take this city..? There is an army discharging upon the land and they will come for your head.. The only way that you can save yourself is by not fighting.. Darker forces than what you've seen today swell out in those sand dunes General, things that you couldn't even imagine to fight or attempt to fight." Lord Depravious' sinister voice softened into a comforting tone whilst he held his hand down to his side slowly sliding it up and down his Ceremonial Crested Hilt "Pandryl Kaes." The bunt of the hilt held the inscription of the Kamari along with a quote.. "Through faith, we shall conquer." Shaidin was doing exactly that, having faith in his Empress believing that she would lead the Empire into an era of prosperity and glory.

The shrewd General simply sat there in his chair listening for a moment, and nodding his head as Lord Depravious began to talk. "Yes Lord Depravious, as long as it saves my people.. I will do what it takes." What a sickening thought, the man didn't believe a word he was saying even as he said it. He simply feared for his own state of mind, Depravious knew this and inevitably was using it to his advantage. As soon as he had felt Depravious had left the man would leave the city and never return. Leaving their government without a leader, leaving their military without a leader. Whatever government they had fashioned would now be overthrown and cast into turmoil.. How pitiful.. Such cowardice warranted a death of the worst type; however, Shaidin knew that if he slaughtered the man there in a flaming glory of pain they would treat him as a martyr and the defense would be stronger than ever.. Depravious couldn't have that..

Finally, Depravious began to depart. He rested his hood over his head allowing it to slowly come over his forehead shading his face from the outside light. Only his eyes could be seen above his mouth that glowed a fiery red as he walked out. He had no special exit, he had no way to force travel out of some-where.. He cared not for that, he would allow the man that was bested by him to watch him simply walk out and through the city that he would soon be running away from. As Lord Depravious began to walk out his steps eloquently lining the hallways as he walked he kept his head down through the corridors in-case the General decided to get courageous and actually do something about the recent events.. He didn't, the man was as said.. A coward. Lord Depravious had not lied though, he would be watching in-case the man decided he wished to challenge the word of the once forgotten Dark Lord of the Sith. As Depravious exited the city he stopped his cape flowing in the sand that beat upon his body as he stood. He looked down to the ground before watching back over to the city. His gaze fixated on the city for mere moments before turning back around and walking into the dunes where the sand overtook his image.