Moridin stood upon a massive Dragon Class Capital ship a relic that he had raised from the soils of Byss. Behind him and all around him of course flew the fleet of the newly reborn Sith Empire. The Dreadlord was not in command here, he was not even really in charge of anyone. The Ship around him was being operated purely by slaves. Thrall that Moridin had created through breaking of the mind and soul. The Dreadlord had grown quite adept at destroying other being's hopes and will to live, it was a newly found gift that had come after his almost four centuries of continuous sleep.
He was here above the world of Vjun for one simple reason, to reclaim something that had once belonged to the Sith. Apparently in the absence of the Sith the planet had become a breeding ground for pirates, cults, and degenerates. The Sith had come back, come back to reclaim their world.
The Dreadlord stood and watched as transports began to fly down towards the planet. They were filled with soldiers and lesser Sith, cannon fodder for those more powerful like Moridin and his brothers. The Sith Lord looked upon the transports, he eyed each of them as they flew to a different sector of the planet. He wondered why it had taken them so long to come here, why it had taken so long for the Sith to reach this point. The Empire was and still is powerful, they needed to show the galaxy this. The Sith also questioned why they brought such power to take on pirates and recluses, one of the living Sith Masters was more than enough to vanquish an entire army, much less this rabble.
The Dreadlord however decided not to voice these concerns. Instead he joined in on the fun, This was a chance to test out his creations, the extent of his will and power. Moridin had not fought for nearly 400 years now. He was eager to once again see blood.
He was here above the world of Vjun for one simple reason, to reclaim something that had once belonged to the Sith. Apparently in the absence of the Sith the planet had become a breeding ground for pirates, cults, and degenerates. The Sith had come back, come back to reclaim their world.
The Dreadlord stood and watched as transports began to fly down towards the planet. They were filled with soldiers and lesser Sith, cannon fodder for those more powerful like Moridin and his brothers. The Sith Lord looked upon the transports, he eyed each of them as they flew to a different sector of the planet. He wondered why it had taken them so long to come here, why it had taken so long for the Sith to reach this point. The Empire was and still is powerful, they needed to show the galaxy this. The Sith also questioned why they brought such power to take on pirates and recluses, one of the living Sith Masters was more than enough to vanquish an entire army, much less this rabble.
The Dreadlord however decided not to voice these concerns. Instead he joined in on the fun, This was a chance to test out his creations, the extent of his will and power. Moridin had not fought for nearly 400 years now. He was eager to once again see blood.