IC: Darth Kain, the Beloved Prince of the Stars
The Execution Grounds, Korriban
In the midst of chaos, a single sound had found its way to him. The roar of engines, distant, high in the clouds. The whine of a boarding ramp descending, a door opening. His eyes were one of the first to see the dark, small object dropping from the heavens. It landed, blood-red energy and sand rushing away like the aftershock of an explosion. It-- no, she stood.
He had only seen her in holovids, infamous ones in this day and age. A feed of a woman, small, furious, armed with nothing but a lightsaber as she slaughtered a swathe of beings once thought untouchable. Kain had experience in killing members of the Federation’s senate, but none would have a comparable kill count to her.
Darth Hesper, the Butcher of Coruscant. She was here, not dead as he believed.
Strange, thought Kain. That scar must have been earned after the butchering was recorded.
She was a figure equally mysterious as she was famous among the Sith. Kain wished he had not been… occupied… while she was active within the galaxy. It would have been a hell of a time if he’d been given the opportunity to burn the Senate to embers alongside her.
But then she spoke, her first word already souring his look upon her. “Deceivers.” Kain’s jaw shifted, his fiery gaze turning toward her. The only deceivers here were the pretenders to the throne, and all who denied the rule of the Beloved Queen of the Stars were said pretenders. Did Hesper dare come back to the known galaxy just to challenge their claim? That would be most unwise; after all, what a tragic story that would make! The Butcher of Coruscant, returned from obscurity, only to be turned to ash the moment she stepped foot on Korriban.
But then she began to speak more reasonably, citing a threat coming for all the Sith, and that fighting for the throne would get them nowhere. Kain’s fury subsided, for he agreed. All the Sith in attendance had no need to fight for the throne, not when their true Empress already stood before them.
Volshe was quick to speak to the Butcher, offering her and Lady Apollyon an opportunity to accompany her, along with the prisoners, to the throne room. Kain was worried, however. The rabble out here, left to their own devices… he could not help but sense a plot from the false contenders in the works. Some of the Sith in attendance were wise enough to dismiss them, but not all. If a fight broke out here while the major players were inside talking, it could end in chaos.
No matter, he decided. The weak would die regardless of when a blade found their heart, and regardless of whose blade it would be. If the pretenders were victorious in a scrap here, it would only make it easier to burn them all alive. No need to worry about harming an ally, then.
Kain’s thoughts were thrown off when the Empress spoke to him, offering him an invitation to this meeting as well. “I will,” he answered, allowing the flames in his eyes and his hands to dissolve to nothing. Perhaps it was time to settle this conflict with words rather than fireballs; a peculiar change of pace.
TAGS: @Admiral Volshe @Darth Kain @Hadzuska_The Jester @Darth Nathemus @Darth Xirr @Darth Solus @DarthNoxia @Drakul_Xarxes @Jihadi Quartz @Voidwalker @Ānhrā Māhnîu @Helkosh @G.Kn @Reatith Blodraald @Darth Thana @Sith_Imperios @Cardun Vrek @Darth Sedicious @DarthFeros @Darth Xxys @Volacius, @Metus, @Catalyst, @corinthia, @Reiis Invadator, @dragonsith13, @Grievance Vexx, @Arach
The Execution Grounds, Korriban
In the midst of chaos, a single sound had found its way to him. The roar of engines, distant, high in the clouds. The whine of a boarding ramp descending, a door opening. His eyes were one of the first to see the dark, small object dropping from the heavens. It landed, blood-red energy and sand rushing away like the aftershock of an explosion. It-- no, she stood.
He had only seen her in holovids, infamous ones in this day and age. A feed of a woman, small, furious, armed with nothing but a lightsaber as she slaughtered a swathe of beings once thought untouchable. Kain had experience in killing members of the Federation’s senate, but none would have a comparable kill count to her.
Darth Hesper, the Butcher of Coruscant. She was here, not dead as he believed.
Strange, thought Kain. That scar must have been earned after the butchering was recorded.
She was a figure equally mysterious as she was famous among the Sith. Kain wished he had not been… occupied… while she was active within the galaxy. It would have been a hell of a time if he’d been given the opportunity to burn the Senate to embers alongside her.
But then she spoke, her first word already souring his look upon her. “Deceivers.” Kain’s jaw shifted, his fiery gaze turning toward her. The only deceivers here were the pretenders to the throne, and all who denied the rule of the Beloved Queen of the Stars were said pretenders. Did Hesper dare come back to the known galaxy just to challenge their claim? That would be most unwise; after all, what a tragic story that would make! The Butcher of Coruscant, returned from obscurity, only to be turned to ash the moment she stepped foot on Korriban.
But then she began to speak more reasonably, citing a threat coming for all the Sith, and that fighting for the throne would get them nowhere. Kain’s fury subsided, for he agreed. All the Sith in attendance had no need to fight for the throne, not when their true Empress already stood before them.
Volshe was quick to speak to the Butcher, offering her and Lady Apollyon an opportunity to accompany her, along with the prisoners, to the throne room. Kain was worried, however. The rabble out here, left to their own devices… he could not help but sense a plot from the false contenders in the works. Some of the Sith in attendance were wise enough to dismiss them, but not all. If a fight broke out here while the major players were inside talking, it could end in chaos.
No matter, he decided. The weak would die regardless of when a blade found their heart, and regardless of whose blade it would be. If the pretenders were victorious in a scrap here, it would only make it easier to burn them all alive. No need to worry about harming an ally, then.
Kain’s thoughts were thrown off when the Empress spoke to him, offering him an invitation to this meeting as well. “I will,” he answered, allowing the flames in his eyes and his hands to dissolve to nothing. Perhaps it was time to settle this conflict with words rather than fireballs; a peculiar change of pace.
TAGS: @Admiral Volshe @Darth Kain @Hadzuska_The Jester @Darth Nathemus @Darth Xirr @Darth Solus @DarthNoxia @Drakul_Xarxes @Jihadi Quartz @Voidwalker @Ānhrā Māhnîu @Helkosh @G.Kn @Reatith Blodraald @Darth Thana @Sith_Imperios @Cardun Vrek @Darth Sedicious @DarthFeros @Darth Xxys @Volacius, @Metus, @Catalyst, @corinthia, @Reiis Invadator, @dragonsith13, @Grievance Vexx, @Arach
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