Shadow Hand
The walk through the theatre was a long, and tense one.
Out of all the private boxes the one designed specifically for the Sith Emperor was located above all the others. It was strategically chosen by the imperial architects to be quite literally in the best position for viewing shows. The design went so deep into the angles, the height of the Emperor and the Shadow Hand to ensure they would be given nothing but perfection. The attendees who shepherded the young boy upward said next to nothing as they moved. It was painfully obvious they were nervous. Most of them hadn't really worked an event that the Zambrano Lords had both attended together, it wasn't exactly like they were prepared for them to be present either.
Not a single solitary soul got in their way as he was shepherded to the level of the private boxes. It was a place for the imperial aristocracy, high level sith, and other powerful individuals to view the show at the luxurious boxes. They moved the boy past all of the boxes right around to the center of the level, where a depression in the outer wall held a massive turbolift gilded in gold, a sigil placed above the door. But that wasn't what grabbed his attention. It was the Imperial Crownguard. They were great towering pillars of iron, clad in plate a deep crimson red. These massive towers were living giants, the sovereign protectors of the ruling House Zambrano, the handpicked best of the best. There were four of them down here around the turbolift.
When the group approached the Crownguard stepped forward a hand out. They allowed the young boy to pass but stopped any from following him up. The small act was more than enough to cow every one of the attending crowd around him into absolute submission. Their nervousness was physically visible then, they practically trembled with it. The turbolift doors slid open and inside the walls were covered with murals in white gold depicting heroic images, battles, figures of sith glory. To any artist it was absolutely perfect, simply breathtaking. The very moment he stepped in the transport lurched carrying him up high. When they finally slid open once more it opened to the sprawling suite that belonged to the Sith'ari himself.
There were four more of the silent guardians who stood alongside the edges of the elevator, but they were quickly forgotten in favor of what lurked beyond. The suite was filled with every refreshment, every amenity one could think of. It was a place that could only be described as heaven. It ensured during shows and periods of intermission the Sith Emperor and Shadow Hand could sit comfortably in furniture sized for giants.
Power.
Before Kadann was a set of open doors to the viewing balcony and it was there that he felt what could only be described as a cataclysmic hurricane of power. The sheer enormity of it put pressure on the bones. Each of the giants were powerful individually but together? That was when their power climbed towards its apex when the full force of their Dark Dyad was put on display, their bond going far beyond the physical and into the cosmic force itself. The one they called the Death Lord, Lord of Lies, the Shadow Hand of the Sith Emperor and Imperial Warmaster of the Sith-Imperial Military stood on the Sith Emperor's right. The colossal power armor hissed and wheezed. A massive billowing cloak of fur fell from his back, the pelt of some immense apex predator laid over his shoulders and draped down as part of the cape itself. The entire set of forged Sarrassian Iron glowed with the light of sith runes and it radiated power all its own. There was an odd sound as the helm retracted from around his face, disappearing beneath the armor. It revealed the giants strong, face and short cut black hair. In his hand was an immense runeblade that was larger than Kadann was tall, it's tip pressed against the floor. The Sith Lord only uttered one word to the boy and even his speech seemed to thrumm with power "Come."
