BREAKING NEWS: Explosion on Raxus; Darth Vrael Dead

[The Storyteller]

BREAKING NEWS

Just a couple hours ago, an explosion occurred in an Imperial base on Raxus that the Dark Lord himself was visiting. First responders went to the scene immediately.

Old Empire officials - upon inspection of the blast site as the debris is being cleared - have confirmed that the Darth Vrael died in the explosion. And that Mandalorians, more specifically Clan Solus and Raz Solus the Mand'alor are responsible for this attack.

Updates will be posted as more details emerge.

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[Darth Parox]

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It was a quiet evening—the first in the past few months. Shocked by how calm all sides have been, he'd taken the rest of the night off, retreating to his newly purchased apartment on Cantonica. It was a small thing, only boasting a single room and a single bath—conditions that his parents would likely be shocked by—but it was something. He'd warmed up to Canto Bight since his first visit a few months ago, finding himself gravitating more and more to it. It reminded Milo of his noble roots, but also of the Empire, the real one. People were rich here, but their wealth had been gathered by dousing their hands in blood and stepping on corpses, disregarding all that were weaker and slowly climbing up. Cantonica was like Nar Shaddaa, but more in tune with Sith ideals.

He took a sip of the white zinfel that had been sitting in his glass for a few minutes, savoring the bittersweet taste as he switched through the channels. He was searching for one of those political news stations, feeling in the mood for watching a debate. Most of the dissenters were executed after the airing of the programme, but they made entertaining points sometimes. His mind set on checking Czerka Political, Milo had begun typing in the channel numbers when his display filled up with a breaking news report.

The explosion had rocked a single room in the Imperial base, but it had been enough. Milo watched in surprised silence as the reporter relayed the events that had transpired only hours ago, complete with footage from the site of the assassination. The Mandalorians were behind it, but did that really surprise anyone? First, Kuat. Then, the Imperial Palace on Coruscant. Now this. The T-visor wearing bastards were racking up quite the rep sheet when it came to acts of terrorism, and despite his relative neutrality toward the Mando'ade, Milo could not help but wonder whether the Empire's rule over Mandalore had been more beneficial. They had, after all, kept them in check, given them something better to entertain themselves with so they didn't blow up something important. Now free, they seemed to be going around, making bombs and setting them where they pleased. What was next? The Academy? To be fair, it was not unlikely. No Sith was safe these days, despite their sprawling borders and their control over a good chunk of the galaxy.

He set the glass down gently, contemplating. Perhaps it was his elitist nature getting the better of him. Milo, pragmatic as ever, successfully convinced himself that this was just a side effect of the Mandalorians having been chained up for so long. Eventually, they would find reason. As for the Emperor? Well, he would not be a Sith if he didn't believe in the Rule of Strong. Vrael had had his time on the throne, and his reign had been relatively tame. Another average Emperor, fallen because he was too oblivious of the things happening around him to actually change anything.

No one thought of the bigger picture nowadays. No one, it seemed, besides the Mandalorians.

 

[Darth Tagus]

And so ended the Emperor.

Zeven stared at the report from where he sat inside his ship. The news report had come through immediately upon his emerging from hyperspace and he dutifully watched it through until the news began to repeat the story and open to reporters engaging in rampant speculation. He watched it a little bit more before humming a little bit as he looked up at the ceiling of his ship as it continued to make it's way on it's pre-determined route.

The attack on the Emperor had been well done.

The fact that the Emperor was dead was... bad.

And also good.

The Empire had stagnated under the care of the Drasts and while it was true that the bloodline had produced some capable Sith... it didn't produce the strongest every time. Supporters of the bloodline liked to argue that it did but the facts spoke for themselves and the facts were that the Drasts, by an large, were a mixed bag.

Some of them had promise but not power.

Some of them had power but no promise.

None of them seemed to have had both as of yet and that meant only one thing; it was time for someone else to take the reigns for now. Someone who had the power, had the promise and had the ambition to not only take the position but to do well with it, to run with it and make it their own.

Zeven himself did not care for the position.

Half of the Empire would not stand for a non-human Emperor anyway and on top of all of that? It was a heck of a lot of work. The kind of work where if you did anything wrong everyone would descend upon you; and if you did everything right then no one was sure you'd actually done anything at all. But those kinds of musings were best left alone for now.

For now he made a small nod in memory of the Emperor before slowly beginning to smile.

The Mandalorians had done well - they had struck a telling blow and he could, and did, respect that. But that was exactly what he liked about these Mandalorians; they were a challenger. The Empire needed this. It needed the Mandalorians and their tricks and their brutality and their lack of mercy because it needed to test itself against them, to improve itself based on the clashes to come between the two of them.

Such a strange day; full of bad news that was actually good news.

 

[Harrison Fletch]

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Harrison was in his office when one of his co-workers knocked and came into his room. "Hey, Harrison you gotta look at the news, it's bad...real bad." Harrison sighed before grabbing the remote to the holo tv and turned it on. Wreckage was everywhere, fire still raging. Harrison turned up the volume and listened, his hands going white. The day had come, he had predicted this day would arrive. Everyone thought the Emperor was invincible, he had no weakness, but no he was just some ordinary chap. Just like the Empress who had managed to die. Harrison cursed, his defection to the Old Empire could possibly be halted. Who was going to be the new leader, or would it be just like the Imperial Republica? A leaderless state. The mandalorians caused a striking blow, yet again. This time however was major, obviously a long time to plan. Harrison wondered, how did they know where the Emperor would be?

 

[Brolo Furybrand]

Brolo sipped his Delucian Ale, around him the remains of a pretty fun bar brawl. His knuckles bloodied and with groaning all around him he watched the Holonews as it played on the cantina's holo tv. So Ol'Vrael had finally bit the big one. Brolo didn't much care as he'd never even met the dude. Seemed like the Mando's were getting serious though. A fiendish smile would find it's way onto Brolo's face as he swigged the last of his Ale and tossed the still stunned bar keep a credit chip. A leaderless Empire to many would be a terrifying prospect, but to the Kiffar it only promised one thing, bloodshed and more glorious battles. Battles against fellow sith, battles against the rebels, and battles against the Mando's. Ah yes the future was certainly looking bright for Brolo.

So he stepped over the bodies of the other bar patrons and walked out onto the street of the no name backwater he'd landed to refuel at. He would proceed back to his ship and hum one of his favorite metal jams as he thought of all skulls he'd soon get to cave it. It was truly a golden age for the galaxy.

 

[Sabrina K]

Sabrina was watching love moon, on some trashy holo channel. she cast her vote for Shany, to win as he seemed the nicest. Sure he cheated all of them, but he was a noble of Serenno, so he was allowed to cheat on commoners. So he must be nicest of them all, and they deserved to be cheated on. As it was about to show the vote, the show was cut short for the news. The Emperor was dead, wait the emperor was dead. She just brought posters of him, she had one pinned above her bed. He can't die, the empire needed him, who feth would do this, they had to be made to pay. She brought posters of him, that was so unfair. Now she have to buy new posters, of new Emperor, they better make them in same size.

Then news hit home, the emperor was dead, someone has attacked the empire, at its core. Someone has made them look weak, someone has made the Empire look weak. Then a second thought occurred to her, there was only Darths that could fill his boots. This could mean trouble, as she would be asked to choose between @Darth Victress and @Varyn Rask the most like was Rask of course. Though it could become deadly, as sith where not known to take power necessarily peacefully. As if one did not back down, then the blood will flow. She was a crusader now, she may get asked to back one of them. She ponder about it, she knew who one darths where, she liked the fact she delved into the main studies of dark art, she did not like her touchy feely nature of her. The other she knew nothing about him, though he would make a better poster for her. She had thoughts in her head, many thoughts, though the obvious answer was who did it. She sent a message to @Arial Calvic, it said any information uncovered on who did this, let me know, we need to avenge him, we can not have empire looking weak.

Then love moon came back on, it was live, so out of respect for death the emperor, they did not announce a winner.