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With every step, Tempest could feel her boots sink into the charred surface of Mustafar - ash and igneous rock breaking loudly underfoot. Even as the planet had begun to heal itself over the past century, the marks of its hellish past remained, with glowing rivers of lava that carved across the bleak horizon. They smoked and hissed with volcanic gas, emanating heat that was palpable even through the armor she wore. But it was the structure just ahead - rising up like a forked spire of smooth stone - that kept the Dark Lord’s undivided attention. Once the home of Darth Veles, only years of neglect had followed the disappearance of Altair’s old master.
Even from a distance, there was no mistaking the Nexus that hummed beneath the foundations of Fortress Vader, beckoning to the Dark Lord like a beacon in the dark. Generations of Sith before her had utilized the site to their own ends - and so it would be again. It would serve as the first base from which they might recover from Imperial Exile.
Naturally, coordinates had been sent to the remaining members of the Sith Order - allowing them the opportunity to accompany Tempest to Mustafar. Regardless of who arrived, the Dark Lord had sworn on Junction to secure a new home for their Order, and she was committed to meeting that obligation. As she drew closer, a single Mustafarian - saddled atop a Lava flea - caught sight of the Dark Lord, charging towards the foreigner without a second thought.
Instead of reaching for the saberhilt on her belt, Tempest merely lifted her hand towards the Insectoid warrior - finger outstretched and pointed to meet the charge. Without warning, a surge of lightning poured from the tips of her fingers, arcing through the air and closing the distance between them. She didn’t even hear the Insectoid cry out as his body was wrecked with electricity, leaving a pair of charred corpses.
The first of many.
Even from a distance, there was no mistaking the Nexus that hummed beneath the foundations of Fortress Vader, beckoning to the Dark Lord like a beacon in the dark. Generations of Sith before her had utilized the site to their own ends - and so it would be again. It would serve as the first base from which they might recover from Imperial Exile.
Naturally, coordinates had been sent to the remaining members of the Sith Order - allowing them the opportunity to accompany Tempest to Mustafar. Regardless of who arrived, the Dark Lord had sworn on Junction to secure a new home for their Order, and she was committed to meeting that obligation. As she drew closer, a single Mustafarian - saddled atop a Lava flea - caught sight of the Dark Lord, charging towards the foreigner without a second thought.
Instead of reaching for the saberhilt on her belt, Tempest merely lifted her hand towards the Insectoid warrior - finger outstretched and pointed to meet the charge. Without warning, a surge of lightning poured from the tips of her fingers, arcing through the air and closing the distance between them. She didn’t even hear the Insectoid cry out as his body was wrecked with electricity, leaving a pair of charred corpses.
The first of many.
OOC: Open to any Sith/Sith-aligned Indies. Open to opposition. Potential PVP.