Roman Antilles (TL8)
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Citadel
House Ulgo members had congregated around the altar, a ceremony seemingly was undertaking as the priest out in front spoke in language too archaic for the common tongue to decipher. After House Organna had come under attack, Ulgo would have been likely next in succession. The Sith Order was relentless in its extermination, having good evidence that the royal houses no longer supported the plight of dark siders.
It was a shame, they were all notable houses.
But, it was an enforcer of the ancient house Antilles that arrived in concert to execute the martial plan. After all, an executor of darkness could be no more poetic than being the one whose lineage was disgraced. Roman moved towards the twin doors housing said congregation, his armored presence invoking a certain terrifying reinforcement of Sith might. The force coiled around his contours, allowing him to seep into its networks to gauge an estimation of surroundings.
Hmm, what was this?
He thought to himself; for within the sea of darkness, there seemed to be a singular array of light. A Jedi? He had thought he disposed of all Jedis that ventured into his former home. But perhaps, the Rebel resistance was more convicted than he ever gave them credit for. Malicious lips curled into a smile as he ignited the crimson lightsaber into his right grasp. Left handed fingers curled into a fist as he smashed against the doors, forcing them open with a sudden gust of wind. The durasteel helm illuminating under the red light of his shimmering weapon.
Roman spoke no words, for the Sith had little to say to those he was about to murder. The code of the ancient purebloods came to mind, resting on the tenet of Strength.
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