[member="Darth Morgoth"]
This guy had been away for a while it would seem. Empress Teta was, what? Fifteen? Twenty standard years previously? Ophidia herself had been a lowly mercenary at the time, not yet worthy of the Sith's eye. Yet, she had studied the events that happened and the how, but as she had never been there, she only knew so much. Silently, the rattataki scrounged through her memories to piece together what she knew of the events of the time.
"
Please, this way."
She shot a look at the students and sent a good few of them scampering off, but some lingered behind in ignorance or defiance of her moments glance. Rather than focus on them, she guided Morgoth up into one of the higher reaches of the academy and into an office lounge belonging to the instructors of the academy. It overlooked much of the structure's training grounds on one side, and offered a view of the city on the other.
Ophidia chose to guide him towards the view of the city first.
"
The One Sith were victorious in the Second Invasion of Empress Teta." "
As well as on Manaan, Prakith, Kashyyyk, Telti, and Ord Mirit." "
We pushed the Republic out of the deep Core, then we routed them on Contruum and Balmorra." "
They were in tatters, and at the height of our power-"
Her hands folded on the railing of the balcony as they overlooked acolytes being drilled through lightsabre forms, a black left hand under an ashen right. Her voice was still and her eyes fixed into the air as she recounted the basic history of the War of the Core.
"
-Treason." "
The Wrath and the Hand abandoned the Dark Lord, even the Eye withdrew. He secluded himself and distrust spread among the Lords. Some even rose in revolt, but while they managed to strike the Dark Lord, they were unsuccessful." She had seen this herself, and she had fought for him as a loyalist. She had been his personal assassin, his
Reach. His last words still reverberated in her mind.
M̔̿̇ͦ̊y̅ͦͭ͡ ̶̄̂ͬ̽ͥR͗̓ͭ̑ͯe̿ͮ͗ͤ̎̃å̅͑͐̽́c̨ͮ̽h͋́,̧ͨ̃ ̃̀͌ͭ̃͗̈́̀b̛ͭ͑̐u̇͊ͨ̂̌̏̌͜rͤ͋͋ͣ͊̚n̋̓ͭ̄̾͘ ͤ̆ͮ͋͑͜iͫ͆́̓̈́t̷̀̋̎ͪ͂͌̆ a̎͆͆ͥͮͣ̄ľ̓̌l̍͌̽͟.̒͜ ͤLe̐ͦ̓̃̽̌ͬavͩ̈́ȅ̢ ̒n̸̔͛ͪ̑͌̌̓aͨ͌u̷g̾ͭh͟t͂̆ͩ̐ͧͥ̚ ̡̂̾b̢̑̀ų̇ͤͦ͆t̓̑ ͧ͑a̒̔s̨͑ͩ̋̅͑ͫḧ̀ͪ̽͆e̷ͬ̎ͣ̿͗s̆͢ ̸͛ͧi͒͒̎̀ͥ̄n ̽ẙ̓̆͡ỡ͆͑ͭ̾u̧͆r ͥͥ͂̃wͤ̍́̒́ͥ͗͠ak̋̄́̍ͥ̐e̅ͪ͐͂̾ͩ͡.̿̾ͯ͒ͤ͗
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But the poison spread in his mind." "
He could no longer distinguish what was real or not, and he saw threats in every shadow." "
Even his own."
For a moment she was quiet as she considered how to phrase what came next. It was a delicate matter, yet critical to the formation of the Sith Empire as it existed. In hindsight, the One Sith was a wildfire that broke the status quo and paved the way for a new order. "
Myself and Darth Vornskr, no Carnifex," He had changed his moniker with his ambition to be more than a hound. She? She was what she had always been;
Ophidia.
"We murdered the Dark Lord of the One Sith."
