Tag:
Darth Empyrean
Location: Mors Mon
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Srina watched her husband's slow, measured movements, her alabaster countenance remaining empty of all things. Every gesture, every shift of his deadened form, spoke volumes to keen Echani eyes. She knew the subtle language of his body, even in its current state, better than anyone. When he finally spoke, she listened intently, her gaze never wavering nor lessening in focus.
Her mind processed the words with the precision of a blade. Darth Strosius was an unknown element that seemed to operate beneath the waves of a vast sea, full of curious eyes, and wrathful hearts. His decisions were often a point of contention, his actions, were perceived as reckless, his potential vast and yet almost entirely untapped or purposefully ignored out of...What...
Ignorance?
She understood Empyrean's frustration…More and more, his name met her ears.
It was not favorable.
"…Strosius is…unpredictably predictable.", Srina mused aloud, her voice calm and steady.
"He needs more than just protection; he needs discipline. Perhaps it is time to test his mettle. A kaggath could be the solution but we would need to provide an adversary that would satisfy all requirements. If his opponent pulls their punches in any way…It will solve nothing. It could easily be the making of him—or his undoing."
The thought of assigning him to the service of one of the Dark Council members held varying levels of merit. The irony of it all was that what the Inquisitor had done wasn't the
worst offense that Sith had committed against each other over the centuries, but he lacked the strength to follow through. If he had the
might to tear into such old blood and not suffer the repercussions through sheer virtue of overwhelming strength and support?
No one would have blinked. As it stood…
He did not. Unlucky, Srina found his methods and actions, against Children of the Order,
her children, reprehensible. For that alone?
She seethed.
As Empyrean activated the holoprojectors, Srina's eyes flicked to the image of Feriae Junction, the countdown ticking ominously. The weight of what he was about to reveal pressed down on the room, on her, causing a palpable tension that even the cold stone walls couldn't absorb.
Empyrean's plan unfolded before her, each word carving a deeper understanding of the lengths he was willing to go. The destruction of entire worlds, the creation of a wound in the Force, and the massive loss of life—all for a singular, deeply personal goal. She understood the gravity of what he proposed, the moral and ethical lines it would cross…It caused her to stand up
swiftly. Her jaw,
hard.
Her eyes were sharp.
"You did not tell me."
The burnished golden eyes of the Empress
darkened and for a moment a lattice-work of corruption spread from unwavering orbs and moved lower on her cheeks. Spreading. Blackening her skin while her cheekbones pressed from beneath pallid flesh in an almost gruesome way. They had never argued over anything, to her knowledge, but in the moment, she felt a sense of betrayal that was both new and complicated. Her love of all things had been made into a weapon without her knowledge...
How...Could she have not seen? Known?
Small hands formed fists so tightly that her nails sliced crescent moon marks in her palms.
Srina knew his ambition, his desire to return. This was a plan born of desperation and brilliance, one that only a Sith with his power and vision could conceive. It was perfect. It was more than befitting the eldritch horror he had become and yet…He was right.
She did not like it.
Moreover, she did not like that she had been kept in the dark.
Her eyes closed. Quietly, the corruption in her body seemed to recede and her muscles unwound while she forced the storm within her to calm. No. She would not take her rage out on him because that was not how their partnership worked. That was not what it was. Nor, would it ever be.
She would burn the stars for him...Why did it surprise her that he would do the same for her?
"…I am angry with you for your silence.", she spoke softly, finally, her voice carrying a weight that pressed her back into herself. Poised. Perfect. Chilling...Because the Order had no place for anything less.
"…But I understand your reasoning. The Worm is a threat, a parasite, that cannot be ignored, and your return would solve…Many ills."
She paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in further. The thought of supporting a plan that would result in the deaths of billions was a heavy burden, even for her. She had slaughtered countless enemies over the last few decades and had never looked back. They were in the way, pure and simple. Was this not the same? Her eyes were full of questions and…Emotion that she had no
use for made her physically waver.
Perhaps for the first time in her life, graceless, and unbalanced.
Was this love?
Dancing on the graves of billions to have some measure of their autonomy back?
When she spoke next it was in the same measured syllables that held a touch of distant frost.
"You are my air. My moon, my life, my center. Our future was turned to ash and blood overnight and there was nothing I could do but watch it burn. Understand....I will not survive the loss of you, twice.", the moment was silenced when her eyes turned away from him, rightfully concerned, that the consequences might destroy what was left of him. Her words were carefully chosen. If his plan failed it wasn't that she couldn't survive....It was that she wouldn't. He deserved to feel, to touch, to know his children… But at what cost? Why? Why was he doing this now?
"...Do you doubt my devotion to you?"
"Do you think I cannot love you as you are?"