Darren Onyx
Fallen
OOC: Just a little thread. Since there are so many factions trying to rebuild the Empire I figured this little thread could help them all get out there and let themselves be known for everyone... OPEN TO ALL
Onyx meditated. Although the Sith were gone from the region, many civilians stayed behind on their planets. Dromund Kaas was no exception. Many stayed, and Onyx was included with them. He rarely visited the Imperial Capital of Kaas City, but he still had living quarters there.
Just a small apartment, meant to only house him for a few days if he needed to. A last resort, to put simply. He was there today, planning to make a scene. With the Empire gone he saw nothing but potential- potential for a new empire that would be better and stronger then the previous. This vision filled the eyes of so many others, as Onyx predicted it would. Anyone, any Sith that is, would see this as the opportunity to rebuild the empire and make themselves Emperor. However Onyx wasn't that way. He had his own ideas, his own vision of how the new empire should be built.
Inside his small apartment he sat on the floor of the meditation room. He sat straight and stiff, eyes closed. Sitting in front of him, staring up at him, was his mask. The one created in the image of his ancestor Revan. He meditated on it. Thinking of Revan and what he would do- of how he would reshape the empire. Onyx wouldn't lie, he didn't like all of Revan's ideals. Such as the Rule of Two, which Onyx saw as a weakness. Still, he liked many of the ideas.
He then thought of the previous empire. It's strengths and weakness. He thought hard on the weaknesses, more on them instead of the strengths. He wanted to know why they fell and why they failed.
After another few minutes, all this processing in his mind over and over like a virus eating away, he opened his eyes. Picking up the mask he put it on and smirked beneath it. It took several minutes to reach the Imperial Citadel. It was empty, no Sith to be found. The only souls still inside were the clean up crew or the few remaining Sith trying to clean up the mess Kaine had left in the ashes of the Empire.
He slowly walked up the main stairs, leading to the large entrance. Some civilians stopped to watch him, curious as to what he was doing. He could feel the presence of others, most he knew. He liked that, he wanted as many witnesses as possible, especially from those who knew him.
Upon reaching the top he turned heel and stared down at the civilians. Some were still looking while others continued on with their everyday lives. "Brothers and sisters!" Onyx yelled out, causing many civilians to turn to him. "The Empire is not dead," he announced, causing even more to stop and listen in. "A new empire will rise from the ashes! A empire based on the beliefs of Revan and the strengths of the old empire!"
Onyx paced. "A reformation...." He announced. "THE REVANCHIST REFORMATION IS HERE!"
