She could feel it. So, close she wanted to give in. The hum of the Darkside shoved deep below the surface. For the first time in years, it called to her. The Chaos pushing her ever forward. Unbalanced. That’s what the Jedi would say. Madness by others. For Charlotte, she finally felt alive again. Purpose beat through her veins. A purpose she had neglected for far too long. She played the stupid games. And what had she won? Ever increasingly dumb prizes. The utterly worthless respect of people she would rather see dead.
Raze had set her free and in turn the Consortium flourished. Charlotte hated the lies the galaxy told. Even the Empire had become a disgusting shadow of its heights. That slow march towards death once the real power had left. Now Andruil was truly gone. Killed by the Empire she had built. Charlotte refused to suffer a similar fate.
She sat in her throne room aboard the Ascent. The Battle Dragon that served as her royal flag ship. The dress was gone. Replaced with far more practical gear. She wore slim fitting garments, ready for war. An impossibly large smile spread across her face. The warning bells sounding as the fleet dropped from hyperspace. The holocam flicked on.
Charlotte spread her arms wide. That smile never leaving. Her voice and airy. “Ah…my friends. I have come to see the Senator.” She flicked the coms off. Switching over to contact the bridge. “Get me a link the Aezz. He almost certainly will have something to say that we will all find riveting.” The Queen Mother sat back in her throne. Waiting.
OOC: We can figure out realistic fleet numbers once the opposition is all squared away.
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