The Weapon

[Erimentha Nightshade]

Thunder rolled as flashes of lightning bolted across the eternally stormy skies. Thick clouds rolled along like it was a sea of its own. As the everlasting hurricane roared and quaked outside, a kaminoian alien watched from inside a clean, white dome. As the image from the window slowly moved, she reflected on how surprisingly beautiful her ocean planet was. Through the window, it was like a hauntingly melancholy painting.

As another flash of lightning came and went, she saw a lone ship ascending from the clouds towards the landing deck outside, she gasped in enlightenment, "Our guest has arrived!" Clasping her hands together, she smiled as she spoke to her fellow scientists behind, "Make sure our present is ready! We must give our best hospitality to our VIP!"

As they glided away, she looked outside again as she pulled her storm gear on. She looked forward to showing off her greatest creation. Even the most pompous of Sith could not turn this down! It was a project she merely called the Weapon, and it would soon become their strongest tool…





[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Malok]

The Darkness stirred.

For too long had the ancient adversary grown fat. Nations of "good" and "Light" bloated their borders, flaunting moral superiority as their rallying cry. They promised peace. Prosperity. Protection. Yet each was as corrupt as the next. Each failed to unite the Galaxy. Each failed to stamp out the most vicious of wrongs. Each failed to eradicate the Darkness. And now, as the nations of Light lulled themselves into a stagnant state, the Darkness began to move. Its children rallied under one banner - a single cause that united even the most ambitious Sith. Eclipse the Light. That was why the Sith Lord descended upon Kamino this day. That was why Darth Metus had commissioned the creation of a weapon.

That was why she was born.

Amidst murky clouds and rolling thunder did a single vessel sail. Its descent was swift. Graceful. Culminating with a full stop upon a rain-swept platform. It had been decades since Darth Metus last visited the planet; and even now the memories danced before his eyes. When last he came, it was to collect his army: the Dread Guard. They were his Fist - a Legion of the Force Dead who could stand against the Light's best and strongest. Yet. They failed in their design, fleeing the nation Metus had built in order to hide under the Light's skirt. This would be different. This would prove whether or not Kamino was worth regarding as an asset moving forward.

With hood raised did the Sith brave the storm. Rain immediately soaked his crimson cloak as he moved, quietly, towards the pristine facility. Straightaway he was greeted by natives of the planet, to which he regarded with a stoic nod.

"I've come to collect my weapon."

[member="Erimentha Nightshade"]