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It had been years since Tempest had last traveler to Onderon. Years ago, the Sith and Vahliri had been defeated and sent fleeing from the crown jewel of the Free Worlds. In recent months, its regime had been toppled and replaced by those subservient to Lord Raze - little more than a puppet government to be utilized at the monster’s will. But Raze was dead. The monster had been driven from the Galaxy - and his absence left a void of leadership and protection amongst the worlds he once ruled.
An opportunity that Tempest would claim for her own.
The timing of her arrival was deliberate. The rest of the Galaxy had turned its eyes to Denon - watching in horror as the agents of Raze came to lay waste to another world. Tempest knew that any forces who might oppose her would be preoccupied.
The Dark Lord stepped down the chromium ramp of her Starblossom Yacht - the click of her boots echoing through the jungle clearing. The cloak of her armor whipped violently through the wind, features shrouded behind the armorplast of her helmet.
The populace of Onderon would be oblivious to her arrival - and to the presence that followed in her wake. It was a cold sense of dread that would settle into the Core of every Force sensitive, power that cracked like static through the air. Ominous as the rumble of thunder that preceded the storm.
It would be a siren call to all those drawn to the Dark Side of the Force. Intoxicating to fellow Sith. And irresistible to the multitude of abominations that had been left on the planet. Without the Exalted or Raze to guide them, they would be leaderless and in disarray.
They would bend to her will and purpose, or be crushed beneath it.
Only a few klicks from Iziz, Tempest watched Sith began to scout the surrounding clearing and path to the capital - ensuring they were well-hidden for the time being. It didn’t take long before an Acolyte approached, dropping to a knee before the Dark Lord. “My Lord,” He began, “Your missive has been delivered to the leader of the Untamed.”
“Good,” She said simply, both hands knitted against the small of her back. Her message was simple.They needed only await a reply. “We begin shortly.”
An opportunity that Tempest would claim for her own.
The timing of her arrival was deliberate. The rest of the Galaxy had turned its eyes to Denon - watching in horror as the agents of Raze came to lay waste to another world. Tempest knew that any forces who might oppose her would be preoccupied.
The Dark Lord stepped down the chromium ramp of her Starblossom Yacht - the click of her boots echoing through the jungle clearing. The cloak of her armor whipped violently through the wind, features shrouded behind the armorplast of her helmet.
The populace of Onderon would be oblivious to her arrival - and to the presence that followed in her wake. It was a cold sense of dread that would settle into the Core of every Force sensitive, power that cracked like static through the air. Ominous as the rumble of thunder that preceded the storm.
It would be a siren call to all those drawn to the Dark Side of the Force. Intoxicating to fellow Sith. And irresistible to the multitude of abominations that had been left on the planet. Without the Exalted or Raze to guide them, they would be leaderless and in disarray.
They would bend to her will and purpose, or be crushed beneath it.
Only a few klicks from Iziz, Tempest watched Sith began to scout the surrounding clearing and path to the capital - ensuring they were well-hidden for the time being. It didn’t take long before an Acolyte approached, dropping to a knee before the Dark Lord. “My Lord,” He began, “Your missive has been delivered to the leader of the Untamed.”
“Good,” She said simply, both hands knitted against the small of her back. Her message was simple.They needed only await a reply. “We begin shortly.”
Open to 1-2 Sith and reasonable opposition. Concurrent with the events of Denon.
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