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Darth Carnifex
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Darth Empyrean
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Darth Malum of House Marr
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Fùchóu Zhī Shén
Location:
The Initium
This post is set after the event of the
Fate of Tion.
Not everything has gone according to my vision. I thought my design perfect, but clearly it was flawed. I did not underestimate my enemies nor did I think my nemesis was beyond such things. I watched, with my own eyes, an entire Republic fall to Him and his machinations a life time ago. Rather, I did not comprehend nor fully understand the lengths that they would go too in order to satiate their bloodlust. I realise now these are not men. They are beings beyond the comprehension of a lesser mind. I am perfect, crystalline, but even I exist in an ethereal realm where the unexpected occurs, and all that I can do is learn. Adapt to the circumstances of my environment, and learn to shape them. That is the definition of power, is it not?
Where I traversed that jungle to begin this plan I knew that there would be a cost. None more to be paid than that of the Imperium that I have infiltrated and subsequently corrupted. There is always a cost, but did I know that they would go this far? In hindsight I should have realised who they are. Perhaps the effects of the cryosleep were far more terrible than even I had hoped to realise. I was asleep before Tion, but now I am awake. Rejuvenated. I opened my arms to the warm embrace and felt the lives of an untold many wash over me. My weaknesses have been cleansed, and I have never been more stronger than I am now. The potency of the dark side remains diluted by the many, but in the crucible of battle- in the Siege of Tion, as they are calling it- I felt thousands of Sith perish.
The cost of it all was an entire world. . .
. . .and exposure . . .
. . . by the Corpse Emperor.
Darth Ayra, the
Second Coming, averted her gaze from the strobing lights of
Darth Carnifex
's monstrous assault upon the fallen world of
Tion to the warrior standing beside her. With every fibre of his being Ayra felt all the emotions that one can attribute to suffering: pain, torment, anger, grief, rage, loss, and amid it, the fury that cleansed away the feeling of loss for one that would guide him for the rest of their life. Revenge would torment
Fùchóu Zhī Shén
and guide him to unparalleled highs and lows, but what of the play of
Darth Empyrean
and the subsequent exposure to these 'lost' Imperials?
"Gather your people on the world of Voss," Ayra spoke to Shén. She paused; unsure that the
Tionese could hear him such was the palpability of his rage which flowed through the dark side of the Force. When he grunted in her direction, however, Ayra knew that he had, at least, acknowledged her. Turning around Ayra climbed into the pilot's seat of the
Initium, and with the help of it's technology, she bypassed the Sith blockade on course back into Empire space.
To deal with the fallout of her . . . manipulation, lies and above all:
deceit.
