Lord of the Diarchy

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Explosions rocked the capital city of Ravelin, as the Diarch had began to leave the summit. And while the empress had hinted that there would be no bloodshed today, Reign could not help but feel the cold sting of treachery. Had the Empire lied in their claim that they would leave in peace? It had not been his people that fired first, he could guarantee that.

His rage and heartbreak knew no bounds, as his Myrmidons fell in behind him Reign began his own advance. The Blood-Orange lightsaber lit and moving towards the delegation of the lost. If they were behind this, then there would be no need for any further battles or conversations. He would utilize their leadership to flush out the Fifth Wing.
"Treachery! Forward men, bring these 'Lost' to justice"
He had no intent to kill the leadership that had attended the summit, they were as much tools as he was, but in his desperation to root out the Sith he had met at Malachor, he was not above the capture of whoever he could. Who knew how deep this conspiracy ran.
Striking down troopers and delegates alike, the towering Diarch advanced towards where the duplicitous Imperial Delegation had been retreating.