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[Darth Empyrean]

Darth Empyrean
The Lord of the Abyss, Bound Yet Unbroken

Darth Empyrean is more than a Sith Lord—he is a paradox made flesh. A being both alive and dead, bound to a throne he dares not abandon, wielding power that is both his own and that of the countless Sith who came before him. His very existence is a struggle, not only against the enemies of the Sith Empire but against the voices of the past that claw at his mind, seeking dominion over his soul.

Once, Empyrean was merely a man—driven by ambition, shaped by war, and tempered by pain. But ascension comes at a cost. During his rise, he was struck down, his body shattered, leaving him a being of unnatural endurance, animated by will alone. His flesh is dead, yet he moves. His heart is gone, yet he feels. A void lingers in his chest, an emptiness that swallows all light, a wound in the Force itself.

Yet, it is not death that haunts him most. It is the entity that lurks within—the Worm Emperor, the culmination of thousands of Sith spirits, merged into a single being of hunger and malice. This ancient abomination was once the ruler of the Sith, and now it festers inside Empyrean, waiting for a moment of weakness to consume him entirely. Only through sheer force of will does he remain himself, resisting the tide of voices that whisper in his mind, trying to turn his thoughts against him.

But Empyrean is not alone in this struggle. His bond with Darth Omnia, his wife and equal, is his last tether to what remains of his humanity. She is the ice to his fire, the diplomat to his conqueror, the one who understands him when none else can. Together, they hold the Sith Empire in balance—Empyrean, the embodiment of strength and terror, and Omnia, the unseen blade that guides it. They have children, twins he cannot risk seeing, lest the Worm Emperor seize his love for them as a weapon against him.

Despite his burdens, Empyrean's power is unmatched. He has mastered Sith alchemy, warping flesh and metal alike, and his knowledge of the Dark Side surpasses that of most living Sith. His empire fears him, yet follows him. His enemies tremble, yet respect him. And deep within, the battle continues—not just against the Jedi or rival Sith, but against himself.

For should Empyrean ever falter, should his will ever wane, he will not merely die. He will be devoured. And the Sith will know true horror once more.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Darth Empyrean
The Lord of the Abyss, Bound Yet Unbroken

Basic Information

Name: Rhysion Talon
Aliases: The Slave, Dorian Harper, John Doe, Tai Fa, Akos, Tiamat, The Black Alchemist, Son of Sidious
Title: Darth Empyrean
Species: Near-Human – Half-Arkanian
Allegiance: The Sith Empire
Homeworld: Unknown

Connections

Srina Talon – Wife, Significant Other, Deep Force Bond
Lunaria & Soldane – Twin Children (Estranged)
The Worm Emperor – Ancient Sith Spirit Entity, Imprisoned Within
The Sepulchral – Forbidden Cult of Sith Alchemists

Force Sensitivity

Midichlorian Count: 24,131 mpc

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Physical Information

Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Height: 1.85m
Weight: 95.25kg
Eye Color:

• Originally: Blue
• Currently: Metal

Hair: Silver, stained Red
Complexion: Pale, Almost Corpse-Like
Distinguishing Marks:

• A hollow void in his chest where his heart once was, a wound in the Force itself
• Scars from countless battles, many self-inflicted in Sith rituals
• A decaying body, held together by sheer will

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Appearance

Darth Empyrean is a figure both regal and grotesque, a being of contradictions. His body is an amalgamation of life and death, flesh animated by pure will, despite being long past the point of natural function. His face retains traces of what was once striking beauty—high cheekbones, a defined jawline, the silvered remains of what was once luxurious hair—but his form now carries an eerie, unnatural quality. His skin is pale, almost bloodless, drawn tight over a frame that should not stand.

His presence is suffocating. To stand in his shadow is to feel the weight of something unfathomable, something vast and ancient pressing down upon reality itself. His very existence is an offense to the natural order, a reminder that even death is no escape from his ambition.

Dark robes, adorned with Sith sigils of forgotten eras, drape over a frame that moves with unsettling grace. His garments are woven with alchemical threads, enchanted to withstand the ravages of time, yet they are little more than a formality—his very presence is his true armor. The void in his chest is a wound in the Force, an abyss that devours light and warmth, a silent testament to the price he has paid for power.

Yet, even in his ruin, there is a terrifying beauty to him. A splendor born not of nature, but of something greater, something carved into the very fabric of the Sith Order.

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Personality

Empyrean is the culmination of the Sith dialectic—an entity that has suffered, learned, and ascended beyond the constraints of mortality. He is neither ruled by passion nor crippled by dogma. He does not rage as lesser Sith do, nor does he crave indulgence or decadence. His emotions are measured, calculated, wielded as a tool rather than a burden.

Where others seek war for war's sake, Empyrean wages conflict as a means of refinement. He does not burn worlds in blind fury—he lets them burn because their destruction serves a purpose. He does not see life as sacred, nor does he waste it without reason. Every move he makes is intentional, every alliance formed with precision. He has no need for petty rivalries or public displays of dominance. His power is known, his presence undeniable.

Despite his Sith nature, he is not entirely devoid of humanity. He has loved, and perhaps, in his own way, still does. His bond with Darth Omnia remains unshaken, an anomaly in a life otherwise defined by isolation. Their children—Lunaria and Soldane—exist beyond his reach, not out of neglect, but out of necessity. To see them, to acknowledge them, would be to risk their corruption, to offer the Worm Emperor another avenue of control.

His greatest battle is not with the Jedi, nor with rival Sith, but within himself. The Worm Emperor lurks within, a monstrous amalgamation of countless Sith souls, whispering, scheming, waiting for the moment his will falters. Every moment of peace is a battle, every moment of weakness a risk. To lose himself to it would not be death—it would be annihilation.

And yet, he endures.

Darth Empyrean is not a man. He is an inevitability. The abyss did not consume him. He became it.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

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Maliphant & Srina

Rhysion as 'The Slave', around age 19.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

History |

The Nameless Birth

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'The Slave', Circa 19 Years of Age​

He was born into chains. His first breath was not met with celebration, nor even recognition—merely the cold indifference of the slaver's ledger. His mother, an Epicanthix woman of striking beauty, had been sold while unknowingly pregnant, her worth calculated in credits before anyone realized she carried life within her. To her, he was everything. To her captors, he was a complication, a thing to be tallied, another body to be broken.

He was not given a name—perhaps she had whispered one to him in the darkness of their cell, but if she had, it was lost with her.

His first memory was her death.

She was taken before him, her crime unknown, her punishment absolute. The sound of her last breath, the sight of her lifeless body crumpling to the ground—it seared itself into his mind, a wound that never fully healed. He did not cry. He did not scream. He simply watched, too young to understand, but already learning the first great lesson of power: those who have it decide who lives and who dies.

From that moment, he was alone. A child without a past, without a name, without a reason to exist beyond the will of those who owned him.

And so he endured.

The Years of Chains

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He was property. Nothing more, nothing less.

He did not know kindness. There was no gentle hand to guide him, no soft voice to offer comfort. There was only work. Endless, brutal, thankless work. He labored in the darkness of spice mines, toiled under the scorching suns of desert worlds, and served as little more than a living tool in the hands of those who saw him as something less than human.

But he learned.

He watched.

Slaves were meant to be invisible, and so he was. He listened to conversations meant for others. He observed how his masters spoke, how they carried themselves, how they wielded power. He studied the way they manipulated one another, how they used cruelty and charm in equal measure to maintain control. And deep within him, something began to take shape—something more than hatred, more than rage.

An understanding.

Power was not simply about strength. It was about knowledge. About control.

And one day, he would have both.

The Master Who Would Be His Undoing

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Eventually, he was sold once more. Slaves did not ask where they were being taken, nor did they expect to care. But this time, something was different. This time, his new master was no ordinary slaver.

This time, he was bought by a Sith.

Darth Imperia was not a kind mistress—few Sith were—but she was unlike his previous masters in one critical way: she saw potential in him. Not as a servant, not as a plaything, but as something useful. He had already demonstrated an unnatural intelligence, an ability to adapt, a sharpness that was too dangerous to ignore. And so, rather than simply work him to death, she chose to mold him.

In her own way, she trained him. Not out of kindness, but out of curiosity, out of the perverse satisfaction that came from shaping something broken into something powerful. She taught him the barest fundamentals of the Force, just enough to be useful—just enough to make him dependent. She dangled knowledge before him like a blade, giving him enough to sharpen his instincts, to make him more dangerous, but never enough to make him free.

He despised her.

She was everything he had come to loathe—the embodiment of cruelty wrapped in the trappings of power. He was nothing to her but an experiment, a game, a tool to be sharpened and discarded when it ceased to amuse her.

But she had made a mistake.

She had given him just enough power to fight back.

The Breaking of Chains

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He waited. He bided his time, enduring her torment, learning her weaknesses. And when the moment came, he struck.

The details of his escape are unclear—perhaps even he does not remember them fully. Whether it was through deception, brute force, or a single moment of weakness on her part, he broke free.

And when he did, he did not look back.

The Dark Staff and the Wrath of a Slave

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Freedom was intoxicating. It was a thing he had never truly imagined, a concept as foreign as the stars beyond his prison walls. And yet, in his first moments of it, he knew only one thing: rage.

His body bore the marks of his enslavement, his mind the scars of endless torment. And so, when he took his first steps as a free man, he did so with violence.

He stole a ship from The Dominion, a faction that had unknowingly found itself in his warpath. Not content to simply escape, he destroyed them, wielding the power of an ancient Sith artifact known as the Darkstaff. The devastation was absolute. His rage, his hatred, his pent-up agony—it all manifested in an inferno of destruction.

It was not war.

It was not conquest.

It was the wrath of a being who had been denied power for too long.

And when the flames died down, when the corpses drifted in the void, he stood among them, nameless, bloodstained, victorious.

But war was not enough. He had won, but he had no purpose. No identity. No direction.

So he built one.

The Hedonist King

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'The Slave', Circa 24 Years of Age​

The ship he had stolen—the weapon he had used to destroy his enemies—became something else. A nightclub, a place of revelry and excess, a monument to his newfound indulgence.

He named it The Technicolor Beat.

And for a time, it became his kingdom.

He lost himself in it. In the drugs, the violence, the pleasure. The life he had been denied was now his to take, and he took it in excess. He surrounded himself with criminals, with zealots, with those who saw in him a force of pure chaos and destruction. He aligned himself with The Primeval, a cult of dark mystics who saw the Force not as a tool, but as a living, hungering god. He terrorized the Outer Rim, his nightclub battlecruiser serving as both a refuge and a weapon.

He was still known only as The Slave—a name that had once defined his suffering, now reclaimed as a mark of defiance.

And yet, for all his indulgence, for all his revelry, something inside him remained unsatisfied.

He was powerful. He was feared. He had all the pleasures he could desire.

And yet, he was empty.

Because power without purpose is nothing.

And deep down, he knew he was meant for more.

The Darkstaff's Curse

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Power always comes with a cost.

The Darkstaff, a weapon of unspeakable corruption, was both a tool and a burden. It had granted The Slave unimaginable power, allowing him to obliterate fleets and carve his name into the void with fire and destruction. But Velok of Toola had warned him—this staff does not serve, it consumes. And soon, it did.

The longer he held it, the more it gnawed at him. It whispered in his mind, promising him things he could not refuse. It corroded his sense of reality, feeding his excesses, stoking his rage, twisting his thoughts into something alien. It had become an extension of his will—but only because his will had started to become its own.

The terror of realization came too late.

When he tried to rid himself of it, the staff refused to leave. He attempted to cast it into the depths of a dying star, but it reappeared at his side as though he had never thrown it. He sought the wisdom of mystics, only to be told what he already knew—the Darkstaff had become part of him. Its presence was woven into the very fabric of his being, its power fused to his soul.

Faced with no other choice, he sealed it away, burying it within himself.

For years, it remained there, a wound within his spirit, a constant pressure behind his thoughts. He hid it, pretended it was gone, but he knew—one day, it would demand its due.

The Captivity of The Slave

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The galaxy moved, and The Slave moved with it. But he was no longer unknown. His name, his exploits, his terror—these things had weight. And weight drew attention.

The Sith Empire was watching.

Darth Carnifex, Dark Lord of the Sith, saw opportunity in The Slave's unrefined power. He did not see a rogue Sith, a threat to be extinguished—he saw a weapon that could be forged into something greater.

And so the order was given.

The Slave was kidnapped, taken by Sith agents under orders from the highest echelons of the Empire. He was shackled, bound in chains stronger than any he had ever known, and taken to laboratories deep within the Sith Empire's territory.

There, he was unmade.

They dissected his mind, seeking to understand the depths of his potential. They sought the Darkstaff, believing it to be a lost relic they could reclaim, but found only the empty void within him where it now resided.

When they could not take its power, they sought to control him instead.

A personality matrix chip was inserted into his brain—a device of Sith alchemical and technological design. It did not erase him, nor did it suppress his mind entirely. Instead, it restructured him. It took the raw material of who he was and reformed it into something entirely different. Something useful.

The Hedonist King was gone.

In his place, Darth Maliphant was born.

The Rise of a Calculated Sith

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'Darth Maliphant', Circa 28 Years Old​

The change was immediate.

Gone was the unpredictable, chaotic force of nature. Gone was the reckless terrorist who indulged in pleasure and destruction for its own sake. Maliphant was something else. Something cold.

Under the guidance of the Sith Empire, he flourished.

He was methodical, efficient. His intelligence, once wasted on indulgence, became a sharpened blade. His natural cunning, once used to escape and defy, now served him in the halls of power.

He ascended the ranks with terrifying speed. While others clawed their way upward through bloodshed and betrayal, Maliphant navigated the Empire's power structure like a grand strategist playing a game only he understood.

Within a few short years, he had risen to Governor of Bastion, the very capital of the Sith Empire.

His control was vast. His influence stretched beyond simple governance. He was not a mere Sith Lord—he was an institution, a force that directed the flow of politics, military campaigns, and Sith machinations.

And yet, something was wrong.

The matrix chip that had restructured his mind was failing.

At first, it was subtle—flickers of old memories, echoes of emotions that should not have been there. Then, the cracks deepened. The memories of who he had been and who he had become conflicted, merging in ways that could not be undone.

The chip had forced neural pathways to develop that had never been there before. He had learned new ways of thinking, new ways of existing. But now, he was both.

Not The Slave. Not Maliphant. Something in between.

He realized the truth.

He had been made into Maliphant, but that did not mean Maliphant was a lie. He had become something greater, something more refined. He was no longer a reckless youth, nor was he merely a puppet of the Empire.

He was beyond them all.

And so, he escaped.

He tore himself free of the Sith Empire's grasp, vanishing from their ranks as if he had never been there.

But he did not simply run.

He built.

The Architect of Power

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Maliphant was no longer a mere Sith Lord. He was an independent entity, a power unto himself.

His mastery of Mechu-Deru, the Sith art of technomancy, allowed him to create what few others could. With his unparalleled intelligence, his technological acumen, and his newfound ambition, he founded Jaeger Solutions, a weapons manufacturing company that quickly became one of the most profitable enterprises in the galaxy.

Through sheer wealth and innovation, he transcended the need for the Sith.

He was no longer a pawn in their wars—he supplied their wars. He built the machines of destruction, dictated the flow of battle through economics rather than raw power.

And with that wealth, he bought his way into dominion.

He acquired holdings across the galaxy—castles, fortresses, hidden sanctuaries of power. He did not merely rule by strength; he ruled by influence.

But he did not stop there.

He founded the GenoHaradan, an independent syndicate of Sith who sought power not through open war, but through manipulation, subterfuge, and control. They were the shadow that moved behind the galactic stage, unseen but omnipresent.

Then, he turned to his own enlightenment.

He shattered the Darkstaff, finally severing it from his soul. He stole the Telos Holocron and Valkorion's Holocron, artifacts that no Sith had ever held at the same time. He studied under Darth Adekos, an ex-Sith Emperor, refining his knowledge beyond even what the Empire could have taught him.

He became the heir to the greatest minds in Sith history—Sidious, Valkorion, Adekos.

And then, he did something no Sith had done before.

He created the InterGalactic Banking Clan.

The Richest Man in the Galaxy

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The IGBC was his crowning achievement. It was more than a bank, more than a corporation. It was an empire in itself, one that existed outside the control of governments, outside the petty wars of Sith and Jedi.

Through it, he acquired companies, consolidating power until he was the wealthiest being in the galaxy.

With that wealth, he undermined the Sith Empire from within, funding its enemies, destabilizing its economy, ensuring that when it fell, he would be there to claim what remained.

Not as a conqueror.

Not as a warrior.

But as a ruler in the shadows, the true architect of galactic fate.

The Sword That Bound Their Souls

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'Darth Maliphant', Circa 30 Years Old​

At the height of his wealth and influence, Darth Maliphant had everything.

He was the richest being in the galaxy, a master of Sith knowledge, and the architect of a banking empire that could topple governments at his whim. He had outgrown the Sith Empire, broken free of their shackles, and ascended beyond the petty rivalries of lesser Lords. But despite all of this, there was still an emptiness within him, a hunger that no amount of wealth or power could satisfy.

And then, he heard her call.

Years before, aboard the Technicolor Beat, he had met Srina Talon, an Echani woman of profound strength and ambition. He had gifted her a sword, one that bore his own blood, forged with an unconscious intent that neither of them understood at the time. It was more than a weapon—it was a tether, a fragment of himself left in her hands.

When Srina was at her lowest, drowning in despair, that blade called out to him across the void. A thousand parsecs could not separate them. In that moment, their minds bridged an ethereal gap, forging a bond beyond space, beyond the Force itself. It was the beginning of something neither of them could have anticipated—love, not born of fleeting passion or lust for power, but of understanding, of shared ambition, of something unbreakable.

This connection saved him.

For the first time in his life, Maliphant found a source of happiness that was not tied to conquest or control. In Srina, he found a mind as sharp as his own, a soul as driven, a partner who did not weaken him but instead made him stronger. Their fates became bound, not by Sith ritual or arcane knowledge, but by something deeper—something that even the Dark Side could not fully comprehend.

They were married, and shortly after, she became pregnant with their children, Lunaria and Soldane.

It should have been enough.

But it wasn't.

Because Maliphant could never stop seeking more.

The Pact With the Abyss

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Despite his wealth, despite his empire, despite Srina and their children, the hunger for power never left him. He had everything, and yet he could not be satisfied.

Power had always been the defining element of his life. It was what freed him from slavery, what elevated him beyond his enemies, what turned him from a reckless terrorist into a master of the galactic economy. And so, he continued to chase it, even when all reason told him to stop.

It was then that he met the Worm Emperor.

The Worm was not a man, nor even a being in the conventional sense. It was an amalgamation of thousands of Sith spirits, fused into one monstrous entity of endless hunger and malice. It was said to be the closest thing to true Sith immortality, a force beyond time, beyond death, beyond the limitations of flesh.

To Maliphant, it was a teacher.

To Srina, it was a trap.

She warned him, as did others. The Worm Emperor was not an ally—it was a predator, a being that had consumed every Sith who had ever attempted to master it. But Maliphant would not listen. He believed he could be the exception. He believed he could take from it what he needed and escape its fate.

And so, with his unmatched intelligence, his skill in alchemy, and his knowledge of Sith rituals, he helped forge the foundations of a new Sith Order under the Worm's guidance. It was meant to be his final ascension, the culmination of all his ambitions.

But instead, it became his undoing.

The Betrayal and the Death of Maliphant

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At the climax of his rise, the Worm Emperor called upon him to complete the final ritual—one that would cement him as the new Dark Lord. He believed he would be anointed, raised to a level of power no Sith had ever reached.

Instead, he was devoured.

The Worm Emperor did not intend to share power. It never had. It had used him, just as it had used countless others before him. And in the moment of ascension, when Maliphant was at his most vulnerable, it struck.

It tore his soul from his body, consuming him from within.

For the first time in his life, he was powerless.

He reached out to Srina, but the Worm sealed their bond, keeping her at bay. For the first time since their connection had formed, he could not feel her. He was alone.

And then, the killing blow came.

A Jedi Grandmaster, having foreseen the ritual's horror, struck him down before the Worm Emperor could fully manifest through him. His body was cut in half, his flesh torn, his life ended.

And yet, he did not die.

The Worm refused to release him. His corpse rose again, no longer fully his own. The Jedi's blade had stopped the ascension, but the Worm was too powerful to be undone so easily.

It would have won.

But then Srina arrived.

In her fury, in her grief, she shattered the Worm's hold. Their dyad, their connection, was something the Worm had underestimated. It had severed their bond to control him, but it could not erase it. Like oil and water, their souls were incompatible. Maliphant was meant to be its vessel, but he would not bind to it.

And in that moment of fracture, he took back control.

Barely alive, but free, he and Srina escaped.

Darth Maliphant was dead.

And in his place, something else crawled from the abyss.

The Burden of Empyrean

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'Darth Empyrean', Circa 35 Years Of Age​

For a time, he was lost. His body, once sculpted for war, was now a ruined husk—kept alive only by willpower and the unnatural void in his chest. His connection to Srina was restored, but something had changed. He could no longer risk being near his children, knowing the Worm still lingered inside him, waiting for weakness.

He had ascended to the peak of power, only to realize he had reached the wrong summit.

And so, he made his choice.

He returned to the galactic stage, not as Maliphant, but as Darth Empyrean.

He would destroy the Worm Emperor. He would undo what had been done. He would create a galaxy where his family could survive without him—for he knew now that he could never truly have the life he once dreamed of.

His ambition had cost him everything.

And now, there was only one purpose left:

To win the war against the Worm—no matter the cost.

The Return of the Sith

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The Sith had fallen before. Countless times.

Each time, they were shattered, driven to the edges of the galaxy, broken by Jedi and war alike. But Empyrean did not believe in failure. He understood something that many before him did not—the Sith did not need a ruler. They needed a system that could sustain itself beyond the death of any one leader.

And so, after his return to the galaxy, he helped rebuild the Sith Order, forging them into something stronger, something that could exist without the looming shadow of the Worm Emperor.

Rather than unify them under a single iron fist, he allowed warlords to rise. A council of Sith Lords, each controlling their own domains, their own visions for the Sith. The three greatest of these warlords came to define the next era of Sith rule:

• The Kainite, under Darth Carnifex, the former Sith Emperor and a master of godlike ambition.
• The Tsis'kaar, under Darth Ophidia, the mistress of shadows and deception.
• The Sith Eternal, under Darth Empyrean, the faction that embodied his vision of Sith dialectic and ascension.

For a time, the galaxy trembled beneath them.

For a time, the balance of power held.

Until it didn't.

The Sith Civil War

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The warlords played their games, maneuvering in the shadows, plotting against one another even as the galaxy feared their growing power. But Empyrean saw what others did not—this system was flawed. A divided Sith Order could never truly rule, only exist in a cycle of endless stagnation.

And so, he took the risk.

He reached out to Darth Ophidia, the viper of the Tsis'kaar, and made an alliance of necessity. Together, they betrayed Darth Carnifex, declaring Empyrean the Sith Emperor in open defiance of the Kainite warlord.

Carnifex did not yield.

What followed was a war of titans, a battle of Sith Lords whose names would be spoken for centuries to come. The Sith Eternal and Tsis'kaar hunted the Malsheem, Carnifex's great dreadnought and the heart of his power, across the stars. Their fleets clashed across the void, entire worlds burned as the two factions vied for total supremacy.

The final battle was fought on Mustafar, where the Kainite and the Eternalists met in a war of fire and shadow.

But just as victory was within reach, Srina Talon intervened.

She stopped the war, using the force of her presence, her influence over Empyrean, to prevent total destruction. The battle did not end in the death of Carnifex, nor in the total annihilation of his forces.

Instead, a tenuous peace was struck.

Carnifex was sent to the Stygian Caldera, ordered to reconquer the lost holy worlds of the Sith, ensuring that while he still had power, it was directed outward—away from the throne Empyrean now held.

And so, Empyrean's rule began.

The Darktide and the Growth of an Empire

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The Sith could not rest.

Empyrean knew that if his Empire did not expand, it would stagnate and die. The First Legion, his elite army, was unleashed upon the galaxy in the first great Darktide, a wave of conquest that shattered the defenses of countless worlds.

A hundred planets fell in their wake, their armies crushed, their people either enslaved or conscripted into the growing Sith war machine.

The Sith's advance was finally halted by the Rimward Trade League, a coalition of independent worlds that had banded together to resist Empyrean's rise. They held for a time, stopping the expansion at the outer reaches of the galaxy.

Empyrean's response was swift and brutal.

The First Legion struck in the dead of night, launching a campaign so efficient and overwhelming that the Rimward Trade League collapsed overnight. Its member worlds were splintered and shattered, left vulnerable to be devoured at the Sith's leisure.

After the fall of the Trade League, the Mandalorian Enclave was next. One by one, systems that had once resisted the Sith found themselves facing their inevitable fate.

The Sith Empire grew powerful.

And Empyrean was not finished.

The Fire of Total War

Spoiler

The Sith Empire's dominance could not go unchallenged.

From beyond the Sith's borders, the Empire of the Lost sought to strike, believing Empyrean's forces to be overextended. They miscalculated.

Their fleets were burned to ash at the edge of Sith space, their armies reduced to nothing before they could even reach Sith-controlled territory.

As punishment, the Mors Mon, Empyrean's elite Sith enforcers, set fire to Makem Te and other worlds, ensuring that the Empire of the Lost's failure would be carved into the bones of history.

Closer to home, Empyrean turned his attention to the Galactic Alliance.

The First Legion invaded, targeting the major trade lanes, cutting into the heart of galactic civilization. Coruscant itself was now in the Sith's sights, the ancient home of the Jedi, the symbolic center of their greatest enemy.

And still, through it all, Empyrean's mind was elsewhere.

Because he still had one war left to fight.

The Final War Against the Worm Emperor

Spoiler

The Worm Emperor still lived, still lurked in the darkness of Empyrean's mind. It had not been defeated—it had simply been caged.

But cages did not last forever.

He knew that as long as the Worm existed, his family was never safe. He could not be with Srina, could not hold his children, could not live the life he should have had.

His entire rule, his entire war, was built on one purpose:

To create a galaxy where his wife and children could survive without him.

To destroy the Worm Emperor, no matter the cost.

He sought answers in the darkest corners of the galaxy, in forbidden knowledge, in the echoes of ancient Sith long forgotten. The Telos Holocron, Valkorion's wisdom, Adekos' teachings—none held the answer he needed.

And so, he searched still.

What he intended to do, what final move he would make against the Worm, was still unknown.

But one thing was certain:

The war was not yet over.

And Darth Empyrean was not finished.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

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│ Armor │

• The Chameleon - Phrik Stealth Armor
• Jkiti Greatcoat - Personal cloak, used for both comfort and protection.

│ Weaponry │

• The High - Verpine Shatter Gun
• The Low - VT-RAM Disruptor
• Viceroy - VT-SI-19 Stealth Sniper Rifle
• Lucky Strike - Custom .45 Long Colt LCR Series Revolver (X)
• Leviticus, The Ghostsaber - Invisible lightsaber with a knack for eating.
• Dreamweaver - Sword taken from Primeval cache.
• Kala'anda, The Staff of Ascension - A replacement for Maliphant's Darkstaff.
• 10 Variable-Yield Sharukan Shatterbombs
• 1 ZThru Holodisruptor
• 1 Gatecrasher energy shotgun

│ Starships │

• Acerbitas - Aging Sith Flagship
• The Scarlet Will - Custom MCR-125 Protectorate Blockade Runner

│ Artifacts │

• The Dolos Necklace - Stealth Orientated Jewerly
• Primordial Signet Ring - Ring from days in the Primeval.
• Reverie Crystal Necklace - Gift during tenor in the Primeval.
• Heart of Palpatine - Corrupted crystal from Byss.
• Artusian Crystal Ring - Capable of countering a single use of the force.
• Shadow's Wisdom - Artifact capable of altering reifts in real space.

│ Misc│

• Infinium 01278 - Liquid Alloy.
• Pumpkin Head's 'Special' Candy - Odd Candy.

│ Agents │

• Oveseer Seki - Leader of the Sith Academy on Barbatos
• Colonel Bren Marr - Veteran of The One Sith, and Leader of Blackwell Security
• Four 'Misini' Class Droids - Training Droids
• Two 'Tniya Kirs' Class Droids - Elite Training Droids
• One Thousand Karza'Arana Warriors - Sith Spawn under Maliphant's control.
  • 10 Darksworn
  • 1 Progenitor
• Three Tsudakyr 'Seeds' - Complicated bio computers.
• Tnikatah, The Flame Forged - Craftsmen that build Maliphant's artifacts.
• Aikstus Ra, The Unseen Eyes - Infiltrators of the most nefarious kind.
• Belial, The Black Dread - A massive dragon Maliphant has taken under his wing.

│ Locations │

• Harper's Respite - Personal estate on Bastion
• The Hephaestus Shipyards - Massive shipyards over Brentaal IV; capable of producing some of the largest and most well armed ships in the galaxy.
• The Harper Center - A science center notable for its advancements in genetic augmentation (and force experiments).
• Azeban I Mining Facility - An expansive asteroid mining facility well known for its mysterious disappearances, and high output of goods.
• Oricon Infastructure Center - Central hub of a world wide set of self replicating factories used to turn Oricon into a world renown for its industry.

│ Holobook & Holocrons │

• The Chained Tome - A terrifying example of a holocron.
• The Skull of Mythos - Bone Based Holocron
• The Proper Way to Corrupt a Jedi, By Velok of Toola - Book from a friend.
• The Telos Holocron - Artifact containing the entirety of Sith Knowledge.
• The Nameless Book - Book taken from Primeval Cult
• Mother Talzin's Grimoire - The entirety of Dathomiri Magic Knowledge
• Kezeroth's Holocron of Rage - Holocron of a Mad Man.
• Acceptable Loss: Stratagem to Overwhelm Jedi, By Darth Maliphant - Book he wrote.
• "The Force: Sith and Jedi Philosophy in Practice", by Darth Maliphant - Book he wrote.

│ Companies │

• InterGalactic Banking Clans - Galactic-Scale Bank
  • Jaeger Solutions - Weapons Company
  • Blackwell Industries - Varied Company
  • InterGalactic Solutions - Engineering Company
    • 5% Ownership
  • Akure Executive Interstellar - Alchemy Company
    • 2% Ownership

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[Voices of The Deep]

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