Darth Vazela
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Almania, a dark windy world located on the fringes of Unknown Space, on the edge of Sith Empire territory and hosting a dark secret. Unknown to the galaxy, perhaps saved for the Jedi Order who might have it among their archives, occurred a genocide that happen among the fighting between Darth Sidious's Galactic Empire and the Rebellion to restore the Republic. As Imperialists and Republic loyalists fought for the supremacy of the galaxy, a government known as the Je'har massacred the populace on Almania, to quell an uprising against their tyrannical reign that was bring death and poverty to it's people. Towards the end of the genocide, a Dark Jedi by the name of Kueller rose, destroyed the Je'har and became the Lord of Almania. Empowered by the dark side, he began a plot with another Dark Jedi called Brakiss to overthrow the New Republic, a new relatively young government that was created eight years after Darth Sidious's final fall in 10 ABY. Moving forwards, Kueller instigated a plot to kill Luke Skywalker, a famous Jedi who was responsible for the creation of the New Jedi Order, as well as usurping the Republic Senate and swearing himself in as Emperor. Through a series of events, Kueller and Luke Skywalker dueled on Almania. Skywalker won the duel, Kueller died and the New Republic was saved.
And that was one half of Almania's dark history.
In relative terms, the other side of it's history is also in another individual. Unlike Kueller and the tale of his Almania Uprising, not much is known. All there is are whispers, about a man who left Almania long ago. Four decades to the day, when the Gulag Virus was still rampant in the galaxy, the populations of Almania, Drewwa, Auyemesh and Pydyr were wiped out, saved for the Thernbee and local wild life, who had mysteriously grown resistant to the infection. Unknown to the galaxy, a man called Vilox Pazela had used his knowledge in Sith Alchemy to turn the Thernbee and other wild life to become resistant to the Gulag Virus. He had even mastered the ability to make himself resistant to it's infection. But when he had attempted to help his people, more so for the development of his knowledge, he had failed and that was how no life came to be on Almania. An empty world, ripe for the taking. Or so they thought.
On the outskirts of the crumbling ruin that was the form capital city of Almania, stood two equally degrading towers. Known as the Towers of the Je'har, the vantage point allowed one to perceive Stonia and the Mem'Kabarr forest, with the latter stretching for thousands of acres of land. In the distance would be the Almania settlement Ren'Bl Ettes, and save for that, nothing else was on Almania. Stood on top of the tower was a man, donning a dark, hooded robe that had it's cowl raised over his head. Hands tucked into his sleeves, he stood at the edge of the tower and overlooked the orange hues that were Stonia's lamp lights. It was a grand view. High above him, shined a moon. Lifting his gaze to look upon the place he was born upon, he whispered, "Pydyr is bright tonight."
Darth Vazela had returned home on the pretense that a Sith Knight would answer his invitation. He did not know what she was doing in the Maw, but it only furthered his curiosity. He had the need for her contacts and resources to bring his meticulous preparations to an end and instead begin the instigation of his grand scheme to destroy the Jedi Order. His robes fluttering in the high wind, with gale forced winds bellowing about him, Vazela waited patiently for Circe to arrive. It had been one week since his hail and a day since he had met with Tyrin Ardik and an assortment of Sith on Korriban.
Everything was going to plan, for now.
Almania, a dark windy world located on the fringes of Unknown Space, on the edge of Sith Empire territory and hosting a dark secret. Unknown to the galaxy, perhaps saved for the Jedi Order who might have it among their archives, occurred a genocide that happen among the fighting between Darth Sidious's Galactic Empire and the Rebellion to restore the Republic. As Imperialists and Republic loyalists fought for the supremacy of the galaxy, a government known as the Je'har massacred the populace on Almania, to quell an uprising against their tyrannical reign that was bring death and poverty to it's people. Towards the end of the genocide, a Dark Jedi by the name of Kueller rose, destroyed the Je'har and became the Lord of Almania. Empowered by the dark side, he began a plot with another Dark Jedi called Brakiss to overthrow the New Republic, a new relatively young government that was created eight years after Darth Sidious's final fall in 10 ABY. Moving forwards, Kueller instigated a plot to kill Luke Skywalker, a famous Jedi who was responsible for the creation of the New Jedi Order, as well as usurping the Republic Senate and swearing himself in as Emperor. Through a series of events, Kueller and Luke Skywalker dueled on Almania. Skywalker won the duel, Kueller died and the New Republic was saved.
And that was one half of Almania's dark history.
In relative terms, the other side of it's history is also in another individual. Unlike Kueller and the tale of his Almania Uprising, not much is known. All there is are whispers, about a man who left Almania long ago. Four decades to the day, when the Gulag Virus was still rampant in the galaxy, the populations of Almania, Drewwa, Auyemesh and Pydyr were wiped out, saved for the Thernbee and local wild life, who had mysteriously grown resistant to the infection. Unknown to the galaxy, a man called Vilox Pazela had used his knowledge in Sith Alchemy to turn the Thernbee and other wild life to become resistant to the Gulag Virus. He had even mastered the ability to make himself resistant to it's infection. But when he had attempted to help his people, more so for the development of his knowledge, he had failed and that was how no life came to be on Almania. An empty world, ripe for the taking. Or so they thought.
On the outskirts of the crumbling ruin that was the form capital city of Almania, stood two equally degrading towers. Known as the Towers of the Je'har, the vantage point allowed one to perceive Stonia and the Mem'Kabarr forest, with the latter stretching for thousands of acres of land. In the distance would be the Almania settlement Ren'Bl Ettes, and save for that, nothing else was on Almania. Stood on top of the tower was a man, donning a dark, hooded robe that had it's cowl raised over his head. Hands tucked into his sleeves, he stood at the edge of the tower and overlooked the orange hues that were Stonia's lamp lights. It was a grand view. High above him, shined a moon. Lifting his gaze to look upon the place he was born upon, he whispered, "Pydyr is bright tonight."
Darth Vazela had returned home on the pretense that a Sith Knight would answer his invitation. He did not know what she was doing in the Maw, but it only furthered his curiosity. He had the need for her contacts and resources to bring his meticulous preparations to an end and instead begin the instigation of his grand scheme to destroy the Jedi Order. His robes fluttering in the high wind, with gale forced winds bellowing about him, Vazela waited patiently for Circe to arrive. It had been one week since his hail and a day since he had met with Tyrin Ardik and an assortment of Sith on Korriban.
Everything was going to plan, for now.