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Rain...
Lots of rain...
A storm was brewing on the Imperial capital of Bastion. The Imperial Palace was shrouded by a veil of dense rain that poured from the planet's skies as if the planet itself was weeping. Weeping for the loss of the old Emperor. Weeping for the turn of events that led to the Sith takeover of the Empire nine years ago. Or perhaps it would be weeping for the carnage and evil about to be unleashed on the galaxy.
Imperial TIE fighters, the latest of their model, flew in circles around the palace, keeping a watchful eye on the torrent-filled skies. In the tallest tower of the palace, in a dimly lighted throne room, the Galactic Emperor and Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Judicar sat on his revolving throne chair. He gazed out the window at the endless rain, though he was not seeing the rain. In fact, he was deep in meditation.
It had not been long ago that he had killed his old master, and assumed the mantle of Sith Master for himself. It would not be long before the Jedi were alerted to his rise to power. Awakening from his meditation, Judicar tapped a button on the arm rest of his chair, activating a comm unit that connected him to a room nearby his throne room. A room filled with the dark side of the Force.
"Lord Exodeus, my apprentice....come." was his simple orders.
Lots of rain...
A storm was brewing on the Imperial capital of Bastion. The Imperial Palace was shrouded by a veil of dense rain that poured from the planet's skies as if the planet itself was weeping. Weeping for the loss of the old Emperor. Weeping for the turn of events that led to the Sith takeover of the Empire nine years ago. Or perhaps it would be weeping for the carnage and evil about to be unleashed on the galaxy.
Imperial TIE fighters, the latest of their model, flew in circles around the palace, keeping a watchful eye on the torrent-filled skies. In the tallest tower of the palace, in a dimly lighted throne room, the Galactic Emperor and Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Judicar sat on his revolving throne chair. He gazed out the window at the endless rain, though he was not seeing the rain. In fact, he was deep in meditation.
It had not been long ago that he had killed his old master, and assumed the mantle of Sith Master for himself. It would not be long before the Jedi were alerted to his rise to power. Awakening from his meditation, Judicar tapped a button on the arm rest of his chair, activating a comm unit that connected him to a room nearby his throne room. A room filled with the dark side of the Force.
"Lord Exodeus, my apprentice....come." was his simple orders.
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