Through Victory My Chains Are Broken
Jutrand
902 ABY
Thousands of voices echoed across a packed stadium, seating and viewpoints ranging from the poorest benches to the grandest balconies and floating lounges were all filled to the brim with activity and chattering audience members, with even a special compartment set aside for students of the Sith Academies to spectate. Dozens of droids streaming the currently unoccupied arena centre floated around to capture the sights and sounds of the crowd as they eagerly awaited the show to come.
With the war against the Galactic Alliance no longer looming but rather firmly on the doorstep of the Sith Order, morale among the common citizenry had been in a state of fluctuation as they watched with bated breath for the first reports to come back to them from the frontlines. Yet despite the gaze towards the frontier worlds now all had their eyes fixed on the heart of the Order.
It had been a generation since the last Kaggath and none wanted to miss out on the spectacle.
Jutrand would serve as the host to such an event, declared as such by the Emperor and Empress so that all would be able to witness the coming duel. One which would decide much on such a tumultuous edge as the one that the Sith now sat upon. There was no room for internal strife and struggles when their foes had struck out so recently and yet not all were eager to put aside their grievances and personal ambitions.
For many this Kaggath had another name, the Trial of Darth Strosius . The Lord of the Inquisition had long been a controversial and conflicting force within the Order but his recent actions against the Dark Council member Taeli Raaf had placed him front and centre in the public eye as a threat to the fragile internal peace.
Darth Malum of House Marr , the other heir to Darth Ophidia and head of the reformed Tsis’Kaar, had taken it upon himself to issue the Emperor’s justice to his wayward fellow former apprentice. The two heads of the serpent, the Tsis’Kaar and the Inquisition, stand poised to strike one another and all are eager to see which has more bite, as their lieutants stand opposite with bated breath of who shall be their new master.