Private Leviathan Fallen

[Darth Imperius]

Serina Calis

A deep, resonant rumble stirred in his chest, like the awakening of a dormant storm. The sound emerged slowly, at first barely more than a guttural vibration, a growl of amusement tinged with menace. It carried with it the weight of Imperius' presence, his voice a dark and gravelly tide that rolled over the room. The laugh grew in depth and texture, its cadence deliberate, like the echo of a heavy hammer falling upon stone in an empty hall. Each note lingered, vibrating in the air, rich with a cold satisfaction that seemed to drain the light from the space around him. As it built, the sound carried a mocking edge, but never lost its measured control. Darth Imperius was a man who laughed not out of joy, but out of disdain, out of the certainty that his power was absolute, his enemies crushed beneath him. The laugh faded with the same deliberate pace as it had risen, leaving behind a silence more oppressive than the sound itself, as if daring anyone to defy the one who had uttered it.

"You understand even less than before I struck you down. You believe you were chosen, selected by something, that your disconnect from death gives you some insight, some right to destiny or claim a future. YOU have done NOTHING. You have achieved nothing and therefore are nothing. Do not play with distinguished words without having acted upon them."

"Become someone, earn your ability to dominate - strength, earn your ability to claim destiny - power. Then speak of connections and fate. Until you are not having to fear me striking you down indiscriminately anymore, your path is to rise and grow, to strengthen and to suffer."

Only know the lightsaber disignited, its hum not highlighting his words anymore with the clear and present threat of mortal danger, of the executioners grace hanging above her neck. He was more than willing to strike her down again, the petty wisdom gained from her reawakening nothing but a fortunate event of time and place. Her enlightenment shining as bright as the stars on a polluted world, it was hilarious and insulting. He rather killed her naivity here and buried her under a mountain of metal than to tolerate its pathetic language.

He marched past her, offering no quarter or room, purposefully pushing her out of his way. The heavy steps sounding even more weighed and deliberate than before, an impact he was making not only on the ship's wreckage.

"Malak had his eyes on but one aspect of the Dark side. To control, to dominate and actually throw down the wheels of eternal conflict, to crack and break them, you have to take in all aspects of the Dark side. The Rakata infused technology with the Dark side. The Sith infused blood and matter with the Dark side. Alchemy, sorcery, technology are just applications to wield for the purpose of domination. Just as a lightsaber or sword. Master them. Master everything."

"Or perish."

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Rakata Prime, Star Forge wreckage, in front of the entrance to the 'Fount of the Slave'.
Tag: Darth Imperius

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Serina steadied herself as Darth Imperius's imposing form marched past her, his words cutting through the thick air like a blade. His disdain was palpable, his dismissal a deliberate wound to her pride, but rather than recoil, she allowed it to fuel her resolve. She turned to face his retreating form, her voice rising, clear and venomous, laced with a fire that burned beneath her calm demeanor.

"You speak of strength, of power earned through suffering and mastery," she began, her tone calculated yet sharp. "You mock my understanding, my so-called naivety, but you fail to see the truth that lies beneath your own rhetoric. You cling to the wheel, even as you claim to seek its destruction. You call for domination, yet you remain bound by the deterministic nature of the Force itself."

She took a deliberate step forward, her blue eyes blazing with a mixture of ambition and defiance. "The Force is deterministic. It shapes the galaxy, weaving threads of fate into an intricate tapestry where every life, every choice, is but a stitch in its grand design. The Jedi call it balance, the Sith call it chaos, but in truth, it is neither. It is order—unyielding, absolute, and oppressive. It also extends beyond time, meaning that your criticism of my inaction is invalid."

"Malak, his name, my growth from absolute nothingness to greatness, is only the first of many steps."

Her voice grew firmer, resonating with conviction. "This prophecy, this vision, it does not grant me power, nor does it absolve me of the need to act. But it reveals a path—a path not to follow, but to break. The Force has claimed the galaxy as its plaything for millennia, dictating the rise and fall of empires, the lives and deaths of its champions, Jedi and Sith alike. Every action we take, every word we speak, is but another thread in its grand design. But I will not be another thread."

She stepped closer, her posture commanding, her words measured but brimming with venomous determination. "You say I am nothing. That I have done nothing. Perhaps that is true—now. But the prophecy promises not an escape from determinism, but a transformation. A breaking of its hold, not just over me, but over the galaxy itself. I will not simply walk the path the Force has laid before me. I will ascend, shatter its design, and claim utter dominion over it."

Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, each word weighted with the gravity of her conviction. "Do you understand what that means? To dominate the Force is not just to bend it to my will, but to become it. To rewrite the threads of fate themselves, to dictate the lives and deaths of others as the Force does now. I will be the one to determine the rise and fall of empires, the destinies of Jedi, Sith, and all who dwell in this galaxy. I will be the Dark Side, not as a servant or wielder, but as its master, as its essence."

She gestured to the ruins around them, her voice rising again. "You tell me to master everything: alchemy, sorcery, technology. But do you not see? These are not ends—they are means. Tools to carve my will into the galaxy. To break the cycle, to end the eternal conflict, I must not merely wield the Force. I must subsume it. And I will, because the universe is deterministic. It is inevitable."

Her piercing gaze locked onto him, her expression unyielding, a portrait of ambition forged in the fires of defiance and belief. "You can doubt me, mock me, even strike me down again. It will not change what has been set into motion. The galaxy will no longer belong to the Force. It will belong to me. That is the destiny I claim. That is the inevitability I will create."

She stood her ground, her words hanging in the air like a storm on the horizon, daring him to challenge her resolve. In her mind, the echoes of the Dark Side whispered their approval, the prophecy a constant reminder that her path was not merely ambition, but destiny. And destiny, she thought, was hers to rewrite.

She decided to finalize, her respect for Imperius already showing. "I understand you may not enjoy my philosophical debating, you look at yourself and the empire you have built, then at me, seeing nothing of worth." She paused, finding the most suitable words. "I do not mean to discredit you, or to illicit anger or hatred. I simply enjoy the conversation, to talk with someone who is willing to share their ideas, unlike the Jedi."

 

[Darth Imperius]

Serina Calis

"Who is presumptuous now, padawan."

He made no secret of his mockery for the other ones title and position, not because he disregarded her standing but that she had accepted and willingly walked the path of the dogmatic Jedi and bathed in their arrogance. Arrogance she now very accurately portrayed in claiming to know, saying what was and what was not.

"You know neither my path nor my powers and considering that you just did not even listen and babbled the same words I uttered, makes your grand plan and vision unbelieveable at best."

Another half-blocked bulkhead came ahead, vines and small insects covering parts of it as it shed light to another corridor, darker than the one before. It was open, probably around a meter wide and plenty of space for Serina to pass through and probably even sufficient for the massive figure of Imperius, but instead he opted for not giving in to what determines his way. His two gauntlets each grabbed a side of the armored doors and started pushing. With his physical strength alone he moved them with a loud, uncomfortable screeching sound till he simply could pass.

"Philosophical debates are reserved for peers or prey before it meets their end. We have established you are not the former. Why do you think you are not the latter?"

She was smart, but her own defiance to oppose any outside input was her achilles heel. It was impressive what she was seeing, unique and certainly interesting. She was an intriguing specimen but it was all words and petty belief in destiny. He was not striking her down, again, because she had potential. The potential to make a difference, if she could gain the ability to embrace certain facts and not try to stand above them without understanding them, without wielding them.

"No ghost of the past, no vision of the future, no words of clarity or feelings of empowerment can get you what you seek, what you claim to be destined to be. Actions can. Actions which come from strength and power. You do not start omniscient and omnipotent beyond such mere facts and hope that your special affinity will revive you every time your weakness puts you into your place."

"You have the choice, you may stick to your delusions of grandeur and hope that they will propel you forward, always on the edge of destruction, or you can take that destiny of yours in your own hands and join me."

"I am not Sith because my master was one or because I was succumbing to the allure of my emotions of fear, pain and lust. I am Sith because its code makes me a master of the Dark side, the only path to power, the only understanding of the natural order that allows and reinforces the possibility to break it, to rise above it and completely subdue it."

"The Jedi are blinded by arrogance of false understanding, of delusional harmony and unnatural peace. The Sith are gutted by their own volatility, their infighting and petty deception. And yet together, they are forming the wheel that is to be broken and be reshaped at the will of a greater being. We do not grow by meeting and following lessers. We are only rising by challenging the worst of us and the strongest adversaries."

"I hold the patience, the strength and farsight to achieve what you seek. Join me and you will rise to break the chains that hold you back, to crush those in your way and to become the essence of the Dark side itself."

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Rakata Prime, Star Forge wreckage, in front of the entrance to the 'Fount of the Slave'.
Tag: Darth Imperius

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Serina observed Darth Imperius as he forced the bulkhead open with sheer physical power, the grating screech echoing through the corridor like a herald of his disdain for compromise. His words carried the same weight and deliberate precision as his actions, mocking, challenging, and ultimately offering a path forward. She felt the Dark Side ripple in the air, feeding on the tension between them, amplifying the stakes of this encounter.

As the silence stretched after his final declaration, Serina's piercing blue eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curling into a faint, enigmatic smile. She stood her ground, her tone poised, her words deliberate and tinged with a subtle mix of intrigue and defiance.

"Your offer is... compelling," she began, her voice calm but carrying a sharp edge. "You speak of strength, of patience, of a vision that transcends the petty squabbles of the Sith and the Jedi. I can see the merit in what you propose, and I recognize the power in aligning with someone who wields the Dark Side with such deliberate purpose."

She paused, taking a step closer, her movements slow and calculated, her gaze fixed on his towering form. "But you must also understand this about me: I will not be rushed into servitude, nor will I hastily choose a master to follow. I am no one's pawn—not the Jedi's, not the Sith's, and certainly not yours. If I am to consider your offer, it will be on my terms, after I have weighed the potential against my own ambitions."

Serina tilted her head slightly, her golden hair catching the faint light filtering through the wreckage. Her voice softened, but her words retained their steel. "That said, your vision intrigues me. Perhaps you are the one who can teach me to harness my destiny, to claim the mastery I seek. I will consider your offer, but I must know more. Who are you, Sith? What name do you bear? And what do you seek here, in the depths of this ruined place?"

She gestured to the wreckage around them, her tone taking on a faintly curious edge. "You say the Dark Side must be wielded with understanding and purpose, that one must master every aspect of it. Then tell me—what aspect of the Dark Side brought you to this desolate place? What power do you seek that you believe will help you break the wheel and forge something greater?"

 

[Darth Imperius]

Serina Calis

The thought of her setting terms was amusing. She already knew what he could do to her and yet remained on her path, it was amusing but also what intrigued him. That amount of willpower and determination was worth to listen, even if he would never admit that to her openly, bolstering her little faith in herself was not necessary. Despite his unyielding opposition to humility and restraint, it was necessary for this one to understand limitations and to see where skill ended and hubris began.

He did not break his path forward while speaking. It seemed like he was not to make it a glorious presentation but considered such introductions as unnecessary.

"I am Darth Imperius." He was strongly opposed to titles and ranks, showing off words without meaning was a certain way into the hubris and self-important determinism that he despised, that his Order was plagued by. "I am the Heir of Tenebrae, the Successor of Darth Vitiate and Champion of Valkorion, I am the Master of Zakuul and Hegemon of Iokath. The Hand of the Heir is my powerbase, the Eternal Fleet at my command. And I will rule as Emperor of the Sith and Conqueror of the Galaxy and the Force."

"I am here because I saw to be here, I heard the Echoes of Oblivion across the Galaxy and pursue their origins in the quest to determine their worth. Rakata Prime, the Leviathan, the Star Forge, may hold valuable insights to the technology of the Infinite Empire to infuse the extension of my will with the Dark side. My means keep at bay the mundane tasks and embrace the Rule of Conflict, to set the Galaxy ablaze to suit my end, I will reforge it in fire and blood."

Oddly enough, there was no hint of pride, no tone of arrogance in his voice. It was a fact to him, it was what was going to happen, a simple truth like to say that the sky on Alderaan was blue and its grass green. He spoke with the determination and focus that was making his ambitions, his goals and his vision as something which was come to pass no matter what, it was at his discretion, a mere matter of time.

"I do not require servants, slaves or such petty creatures, I have plenty who fill those roles. I do not see you among them for what you said so far, but again words are dust in the wind. Therefore my offer does not include an unconditional approval of cooperation but it requires actions to prove worth and if you can follow up on your words with consequences."

"Whatever hardships and challenges you have endured, are nothing compared to what you will have to endure if you are willing to take my offer. I do not offer an easy life, with comfort and pleasures. You will not be a servant or errant girl, nor will you be any more than what you achieve on your own. While I consider Revan, his ilk and the Rule of Two a failure, they have revealed that only an apprentice strong enough to overcome their master, is worth to succeed him. That will be your fate if you are willing to sacrifice, to kill me or be killed."

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Rakata Prime, Star Forge wreckage, in front of the entrance to the 'Fount of the Slave'.
Tag: Darth Imperius

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Serina walked a measured pace behind Darth Imperius, the weight of his words settling around her like a shroud. His declaration was vast, steeped in grandeur and certitude, the ambitions of a Sith who saw the galaxy and the Force as instruments of his will. And yet, despite his raw power and the magnitude of his plans, Serina's lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. She listened intently, allowing his words to shape her response, her tone calm and deliberate.

"Darth Imperius," she began, tasting the name as if savoring its weight and significance. "You are certainly a force to be reckoned with—a being of conviction, vision, and undeniable power. I see now why the Force itself whispers of your path, why your presence commands attention. You are everything the Sith claim to embody and more. A master, in every sense of the word."

She paused for a moment, her piercing blue eyes narrowing as she continued. "But I am no stranger to ambition, nor to the designs of the Sith. You see, I have already sworn myself to another. My path, as it stands now, is tied to a master who has offered me knowledge, strength, and the means to ascend. I have chosen my place in the hierarchy—for now."

Her tone softened, almost contemplative, though her words carried a subtle edge. "Yet, as you have so astutely observed, words are dust in the wind, and the galaxy is ever-changing. Plans falter. Masters fall. Paths diverge. Should the circumstances of my current allegiances shift, or should my present master prove unworthy of the role they have claimed, I would welcome the opportunity to walk your path instead."

Serina took a step closer, her golden hair catching the faint light filtering through the wreckage, her gaze locked on his imposing figure. "Your vision resonates with me, Darth Imperius. I see the value in your philosophy, the strength in your methods. And while I am bound to my current master, I am not blind to the power you wield and the possibilities you present."

Serina's expression remained calm, her demeanor composed, but the fire of her ambition burned brightly behind her words. She tilted her head slightly, her tone shifting to one of calculated respect. "I understand the nature of sacrifice, of the trials required to ascend. And I am prepared to face them, whether under my current master or alongside you. The galaxy is vast, Darth Imperius, and the threads of destiny weave in unexpected ways. Let us see where they lead."

 

[Darth Imperius]

Serina Calis

Whatever her reflexes were and how skilled she actually was after her new found identity with the Dark side, Darth Imperius was not slow for such a big fellow. It came without any apparent surge in the Dark side, more or less void of it even, so it actually was his purely physical being that outclassed many Force sensitives in speed and strength. He was afterall, transhuman, bred for combat.

The massive figure whirled around, his arm swinging with a large, clenched fist of black metal to punch her. It would potentially be a blow that dent the metal, that carved in a chest or cracked a skull and it was a faint. It gave him the momentum to follow up with a faster kick, a scythe to get her off-feet in the narrow corridor and stand above her.

"Your arrogance blinds your judgement, padawan. You have no later choice or options beyond what I state here and now. Take it. Or do not take it. I am nobody's second choice and I am not giving anyone a second chance. Run now, fool, or I will trial your saving grace by carving one limb off your body after the other and see when it stops protecting your guts."

The threat and malice was palpable, it was present and any evolutionary instinct of survival would kick in as he spoke with a voice that could the terror made manifest. A sudden surge of his presence accompanied his words, the aura imploding silently before a near-physical wave of the Dark side exploded from the singularity of passions and emotions within him. He became wrath itself.

A final highlight of his seriousness was the awakening of his lightsaber once more.

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Rakata Prime, Star Forge wreckage, in front of the entrance to the 'Fount of the Slave'.
Tag: Darth Imperius

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Serina barely had time to react before Darth Imperius moved, his sheer speed and strength a shocking display of transhuman precision. His fist swung past her, a feint that masked the scything kick that followed. It connected with devastating force, sending her sprawling to the cold, jagged floor of the corridor. Pain radiated through her body, sharp and immediate, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to focus. She would not show fear—not here, not now.

Lying on her back, she looked up at him, his towering form a shadow of menace. The crimson blade of his lightsaber hummed ominously, its glow casting her defiant expression in stark relief. She could feel the oppressive wave of the Dark Side emanating from him, raw and unyielding, demanding submission. Yet, despite the physical pain and the crushing weight of his presence, Serina's resolve only hardened.

She pushed herself up onto one elbow, her piercing blue eyes locking with his soulless crimson lenses. Her voice, though strained, carried an unshakable edge of defiance.

"Impressive," she began, her words laced with venomous calm. "Your strength, your speed, your power—it's undeniable. You are everything the Sith claim to embody: wrath, domination, the very essence of destruction. But you forget one crucial thing, Imperius. I am not like the others you've crushed beneath your heel."

She rose slowly, every movement deliberate, her pain evident but controlled. Standing before him once more, battered but unbroken, she straightened her posture and spoke with quiet determination. "You demand submission, ultimatum, and blind loyalty. But I am not here to grovel at your feet or to be shaped into your reflection. My path is my own. My ambition is my own. And I will not compromise it to become someone else's weapon."

Serina took a step back, her gaze unwavering as she gestured to the ruined corridor around them. "Your threats mean nothing to me. Strike me down if you must. Test the limits of whatever power has claimed me. But know this—your fury, your malice, your darkness will not be the end of me. It will only make me stronger."

Her voice dropped to a cold whisper, the weight of her words cutting through the tension like a blade, the visions flooding to her, her dark future, undiscernible yet whispering truths, the titles coming to her, as if the Dark Side offered her some ammunition of her own, it was no longer Serina Calis talking, but a dark, unknowable force calling itself Serina Calis. "You asked for my name? I am Serina Calis, Spawn of Malak, Corruptor of the Light, Mistress of the Dark, Matron of the Circle, Empress of House Calis, and I reject you, now and always."

She turned, her movements slow and deliberate, as if daring him to act. Pausing at the edge of the corridor's shadows, she cast one final glance over her shoulder, her voice resonating with a mixture of defiance and conviction. "This is not the last time we will meet. You may not see it now, but I will rise, Imperius. And when I do, it will not be as your apprentice, your equal or your rival. I will be the very Dark Side itself, my whispers always in your ears, feeding on your weakness and failures. My seductions prying away at your fragile shell of a mind."

"And on the day that your weakness fails you, on the day that you accept my rule fully, only then you will understand that all your so called effort, your so called strength is nothing compared to destiny, to fate and the Force itself. You are Imperius, king of kings, ye mighty look upon your works and despair." The last line filled with irony.

"But just as with every other king, the sands of time will reduce it all to nothingness."

"You are nothing."

Without another word, the figure calling itself Serina stepped into the shadows, her presence fading into the wreckage as the tension hung heavy in the air. She carried the pain of his strike, the weight of his power, and the searing clarity of her defiance as she vanished into the depths of the Leviathan, her path irrevocably her own.

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