(I know some of this text might be over-powered, but I promise I won't let it affect the good functioning of the roleplay)
After Lady Valkner's resounding speech, a loud whir would be heard around the village.
It was the
Cruxador, in other word, the Prince of Centares-mobile. The 200 meter long ship began its descent and engaged its docking clamps, just outside the smoldering village. Why were they so precise in determining where the attack party was? Simple. Their captain was a Sith. A newly admitted Sith for that matter, one who had just built his lightsaber, and an extremely dangerous sociopath with a probersidianly proportioned ego.
The clamps engaged, and the ship was down. Out of it walked Alshor Amekar, Crown Prince of Centares.
Alshor was a tribute from the Centarean Kingdom to the Sith Empire. While negotiating an alliance settlement, Darth Aryeh, the Empire's chief diplomat, had heard from the household that Alshor, unconsciously, had performed a feat of prowess with the Force few could match.
The Prince was a genius, with an IQ approaching 210 and five doctorates in his pocket by the age of 26 (this may seem incredible, but for some species, it is the norm. Just, not for humans). But what truly set him apart was his unparalleled Force sensitivity. Throughout his childhood, his tutor was Mater Aaliyah, a kind woman who taught the boy everything he knew. He loved her, and she "loved" him. At some point, it was then revealed that she was a droid. Alshor was furious, enraged to the point of madness. A typical Centarean disapproval gesture was clenching of hands in the form of a force push. Little did he know, he sent the messenger, a hapless servant, flying at nearly fifty miles per hour at a column.
Lord Aryeh was impressed by the story, but was not fully convinced. He ordered that the boy be brought to him, and be tested. A cruel test was to be imposed to him. He had previously had a loving, romantic relationship with one of the house's servants (ironically). Her name was Noelle [OOC: Yes this is a reference to the song Teenage Dirtbag, by Wheatus
], and she was beautiful beyond compare. She was exceptionally simple-minded and dull however, knowing nothing but acting as a janitor and a waitress. She had left him for another man, but this man did not merit Alshor's fury. He was Yoris Earhart, the lieutenant of the platoon of Royal Phalangites on the young nobleman's personal ship. However, he never realized why the girl had left him.
This is where Lord Aryeh stepped in. He fed the young man outrageous, despicable lies about her, saying she left you because you're incompetent, she calls you a [swear-word], she used you. Already being extremely prone to violent fits of anger, this enraged him to the point of doing something truly incredible, something that would not be repeated until the arrival of a 5-year old Darth Plagueis ont the scene. He was going to do something absolutely, reprehensibly vicious. Approaching her, with eyes blazing with the beet yellow color typical of Sith Lords, he simply looked at her. She could not tell what he was doing, trying to get his attention. After a short while, the young man had depressed the girl to the point of suicide, using the classic mind trick. Bawling her eyes out, she committed suicide. The Empire's Chief Diplomat was thoroughly impressed, so much so he demanded the young prince be trained under the Sith Tradition.
He had begun his studies under the heel of Lord Dissero, the Master of Vaults within the Empire. Teaching him many good things, the prodigy of the Force then began building his signature twin sabers. They were specifically designed for Alshor's fighting style: Makashi, Djem So mixed with a strong dose of Soresu. They were, as typical of the second form, curved in an elegant way. However, the prince's style was anything but elegant. Even though it was as precise as most practicioners would have, the Djem So would usually take over. His fighting technique was based solely on brute force and strong defense, alternating between the two ad infinitum. He would occasionally incorporate a force push or two, as well as a choke here and there.
The Siths on the planet would sense his presence immediately as he came. He descended from the ship, cloakcap descended and face plainly visible. His twin lightsabers dangling from his belt, he would arrive in front of Lady Valkner. Behind him were some reinforcements, and not any reinforcements. A full platoon of elite Centarean Royal Phalangites, who used the force to have unparalleled accuracy and power in their shots.
Bowing down to show respect, and asking his soldiers to do the same he said:
"Hello, mi'lady. I am at your command"
