The wooden leaves of the doorway divided before the hooded being as He strode into the building that served as the seat of government on the world. The screaming souls of those he had bound to the gem around his neck and those more tortured beings that sat imprisoned in the crystals of his double bladed saber, sung to him like a victory chorus as he entered andnlooked as the shocked faces around him. He didn't bandy words, not that he could. His mute lips simply pulled back in a smile as his huge black unblinking eyes took on a malevolent glint.
He raised his large olive skinned hands and a wave of malicious force energy cascaded out of him as the gathered souls lent him their life-force to increase his already substantial strength. The death field began touching the living and quickly drained them into desiccated mummies before he quickly let the field fall as he felt no more beings being drained. He quickly sought out and bound the murdered spirits to him just as
Darth Isolda
had loved to watch him do. He let out a hissing sound as his shoulders shook with mirth. He would send word to the Sith. Terminus would be his now.
Darth Strosius
He raised his large olive skinned hands and a wave of malicious force energy cascaded out of him as the gathered souls lent him their life-force to increase his already substantial strength. The death field began touching the living and quickly drained them into desiccated mummies before he quickly let the field fall as he felt no more beings being drained. He quickly sought out and bound the murdered spirits to him just as
Darth Isolda
had loved to watch him do. He let out a hissing sound as his shoulders shook with mirth. He would send word to the Sith. Terminus would be his now.
Darth Strosius