Private The Times are a Changing

[Kaleb Sunwalker]

Tags: Rath Nihro

Carlac had once been a vibrant and shadowy home to the Dark Side Elite of the Dark Empire. Now those days seemed to be long gone as Kaleb was often greeted by empty halls. He couldn’t remember the last time the mad dark Jedi had seen a fellow dark sider at least those that weren’t Sith. Kaleb seemed to be lost within the dark confines of the Sith Citadel, with a simple burning question of where did it all go wrong. The Dark Side Elite were made to be the most powerful of the Emperor’s servants, a collection of dark Jedi all tortured and indoctrinated to serve his will, at least that was how Kaleb had come to willingly serve the Empire prior to his defection to the Empire.

Now the once insane Dark Jedi had wandered the halls. Once there were rooms, personal quarters dedicated to each of the Dark Side Elite had now been empty. Kaleb sensed that change was coming, that he seemed to be the last of his kind. Perhaps the Sith would replace the Dark Side Elite as the new servants of the Empire, or that was what his worst fear was. Kaleb was prepared to ascend to the ranks of the Sith, for he carried Solipsis’s Sith Holocron fully in his possession, though others hadn’t been aware of it. If the time came would the Dark Sider adapt to the changing times, but he wondered if he was alone in his efforts to confront the turbulent times ahead?

The silent halls filled the Inquisitor with a certain chill. The eerie quiet was almost shocking as Kaleb would wander. The dark halls showed no sign of any activity, any of the Elite either disappeared or worse feared dead with only Kaleb simply beside himself. He was unsure of the path before him, his future was uncertain. Instead of remaining frozen in the middle of the hall did Kaleb find his way towards the central chambers for the Dark Side Elite.


The central chambers were once a gathering spot for the Elite. Once used for meeting, taking up missions, and even training one another the chambers itself felt like a dead tomb. Was this to be his path? Would he be the last of the Elite? Last to be purged by the Sith that were slowly encroaching back into the ranks of the Empire. The armor clad Inquisitor had thought the central chambers to be his tomb, for a moment it felt that Kaleb had reconciled with his future. His head was lowered down, his thoughts were run amok by the state of the Elite. He was ready to accept his fate, perhaps leave from the Elite to pursue a greater path within the Empire. So many of these thoughts ran over his mind in a continuous loop, until his eyes snapped wide and he looked to the darkness. He sensed an ominous yet familiar presence, though Kaleb thought it was either the shadows or the ghosts of his past playing tricks on him. The Dark Side Elite had been empty, until this moment where Kaleb would be greeted by an unexpected presence moving through the shadows.



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[Rath Nihro]

O B J E C T I V E

Tag: Kaleb Sunwalker

Silence was all that reached his ears as the empty halls of Sith Citadel loomed overhead. Soft, barely audible steps padded upon the smooth floor. The man had a feeling that after Typhon the Empire itself would either rise up to be a formidable force, or risk being swallowed up by something greater. Consequently, the man had also foreseen half of the galaxy engulfed in the blazes of war.

The silence that Rath was hearing within these once busied halls was only the calm before a storm. A storm that would likely sweep anything that wasn’t rooted down once it strikes. Whether that was the Dark Empire, Calrac, or their enemies. Much like a current before an ocean that ebbed and flowed with the winds of change, the Force itself was a fickle mistress. Ever striving for balance between the forces, and nothing was permanent.

His destination was towards the Central Chambers of the Citadel where most of the Elite would congregate at. The man’s mind could recall how the halls were once filled with a presence or three as each went about their own way. Whispers of scheming and plotting had filled the air. Missions that needed to be done in the name of the Emperor. Yet as Rath entered the large chamber, his corrupted yellow eyes under the dark mask widened upon locating that the Citadel wasn’t completely abandoned. For there appeared to be one more individual in the chamber as well. The shadows clung to Rath as if it was a living thing from the shadowsilk that consisted of his cloak and underarmor.

Rested upon his side was a peculiar hand and a half sword with a crystalline head of a white wolf for a pommel. On the opposite side of his belt was the cylindrical hilt that anyone would recognize for the weapon that it was.

”Are we all that’s left?” His voice was distorted from the mask as the question lingered in the air. Initially, when Rath came to the Dark Empire, there were dozens of their kind that filled the halls. Yet as both came to a realization, they might have been the only two left in this Elite force that hadn’t been swooned by the Sith.