Lyanna Drast
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- Jan 17, 2019
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When the feed starts, it is to the imposing sight of the Imperial Throne of Coruscant and the red-clad guardsmen who stand ready to defend it.
There is no sound - there is just the image of the throne, standing empty.
And then the sound comes.
Slow, measured, confident, steps.
Lyanna Drast had something of a flair for the dramatic so when she appears on the screen she is wearing an elegant black dress. It was clear that she was still every inch the lady, every inch the politician and every inch a sorceress.
Every inch - the Empress.
Her walk was as it sounded and it looked as though she simply glided along the floor towards the steps to the throne. As she ascended, she spoke and her voice was strong, loud and clear to every viewer with a working connection to the holonet.
"My ancestor, Andraste, forged an Empire that has endured for over half a millennium."
As she ascended, she continued to speak.
"But now her legacy is torn apart - by two squabbling children."
She reached the throne but she did not sit. Instead she began to circle the throne, one hand always touching the cold stone.
"I have removed Elix from the equation. One of the desecraters has been thrown down and punished by my will and now only one remains."
This time she stopped, standing in front of the throne staring down the projector that was capturing her speech.
Her declaration of intent.
"Ozias Zameer-Drast. The man who would style himself Darth Vrael. The man who would style himself as Emperor."
Her smile is sharp, cutting.
"The coward."
She held out her right hand and the guardsman closest to her stepped closer, taking his gauntlet off of his armour before presenting it to her. Lyanna spared the man a small smile before holding the gauntlet in her hand.
"I name you, Ozias Zameer-Drast, a coward. Traitor to the very name of the Sith. And I, the rightful Empress of this Empire, declare that I will tolerate your existence no longer."
Lyanna threw down the gauntlet, the piece of armour landing perfectly at the foot of the steps to the throne.
"I will not hide behind my armies, nor my fleets and neither shall you. There will be no chance for you to cower in your citadel, old man. I am not my predecessor and I do not enjoy wasting lives of strong Sith in a contest of will and skill between two individuals. Instead? Meet me on Medriaas and we shall settle this ourselves."
Finally, Lyanna sat down in the throne of the Sith Empire and stared down the steps, past the gauntlet, through the projector and right into the eyes of her enemy.
"I challenge you to Kaggath."
@Narsi
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