Darth Tagus
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- Mar 7, 2019
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Tagus hated the throne room.
He had honestly wanted to avoid using it again for as long as possible but it seemed that that was not to be. Instead, once again, he needed to use it. Sitting in the throne itself, Tagus had his mask in his right hand as he considered it for a long moment.
Sometimes things were just so... similar.
Dull.
As though they had happened before.
It was disappointing to feel that way but he wasn't going to hold it against anyone else. Victress was in the room with him, standing at the top of the dial near the throne but not seated as he was. He glanced at her again.
"Have the guard admit him."
As Victress issued the orders, Tagus would affix his mask to his face as he drew on the Dark Side of the Force. His presence in the Dark Side grew, souring the air around him and draining any semblance of warmth from it.
There was no crown but there didn't need to be - there was no question who's throne room this was and who would receive answers.
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