~156 ABY~
The Triumphant has erupted from hyperspace at the Galaxy's edge. The year of 155 has worn through its perilous threads, the raw sinew of 156 glaring to the world with the throbbing menace of any new year.
Mariasiah is dead.
The Senate slaughtered, in its majority, by Lady Hesper.
The Lady Viscretus has returned.
The former Emperor Dreadwar does not share the same optimistic fate. He was last seen being damned to Chaos by his former Triumvirs.
The Sith are in chaos. The Galaxy, moreso.
The Empress Volshe - as Viscretus now calls herself once more - has spun a tale of the Emperor’s death, how a sabbatical from the Galaxy’s eye turned to despair and mystery. She has brought her children with her. Twins, a boy and girl, Deianara and Primordius, both supposedly of the Emperor’s blood.
She now seeks to dismantle the crippled Federation Remnant and bend the New Sith Order to her reign. She seeks to unify the Galaxy and its factions beneath her banner.
But she also seeks to guard against a coming threat. One she speaks little of, but mentions with a grave tone. A threat that she believes even the Lords before them knew was coming.
She intends to protect the Galaxy from the terrible threats it faces.
She has retaken Naboo - their loyalty heavily in her favour - and called upon her connections, her loyalists, and most importantly, the Sith - to summon a sizable army and retake the Galaxy from shambles. To end the infighting it has fallen victim to. To reclaim the Senate and the Galaxy. To prepare for what she fears.
Jedi. Sith. Mandalorian. It matters not. All those loyal to her cause are welcome to join the ranks of the Empire, for to her, all have their use.
The Triumphant has erupted from hyperspace at the Galaxy's edge. The year of 155 has worn through its perilous threads, the raw sinew of 156 glaring to the world with the throbbing menace of any new year.
Mariasiah is dead.
The Senate slaughtered, in its majority, by Lady Hesper.
The Lady Viscretus has returned.
The former Emperor Dreadwar does not share the same optimistic fate. He was last seen being damned to Chaos by his former Triumvirs.
The Sith are in chaos. The Galaxy, moreso.
The Empress Volshe - as Viscretus now calls herself once more - has spun a tale of the Emperor’s death, how a sabbatical from the Galaxy’s eye turned to despair and mystery. She has brought her children with her. Twins, a boy and girl, Deianara and Primordius, both supposedly of the Emperor’s blood.
She now seeks to dismantle the crippled Federation Remnant and bend the New Sith Order to her reign. She seeks to unify the Galaxy and its factions beneath her banner.
But she also seeks to guard against a coming threat. One she speaks little of, but mentions with a grave tone. A threat that she believes even the Lords before them knew was coming.
She intends to protect the Galaxy from the terrible threats it faces.
She has retaken Naboo - their loyalty heavily in her favour - and called upon her connections, her loyalists, and most importantly, the Sith - to summon a sizable army and retake the Galaxy from shambles. To end the infighting it has fallen victim to. To reclaim the Senate and the Galaxy. To prepare for what she fears.
Jedi. Sith. Mandalorian. It matters not. All those loyal to her cause are welcome to join the ranks of the Empire, for to her, all have their use.