Valar Dohaeris
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- Joined
- Jan 16, 2019
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For five hundred years, the entire Galaxy knew that the Jedi were nothing but a myth, the remains of a foe long since vanquished.
For five hundred years, to rebel against the Sith Empire had been to die.
For five hundred years, the Sith had gone unchallenged.
In the last year, all of that had changed.
The Empire had fractured.
The Mandalorians had revolted.
The Jedi had returned.
Some said that this was going to be the end of the Empire. A dark time for the Sith where the sun that had risen with Andraste would finally set. They said that the Jedi and the Mandalorians were now unstoppable, unbeatable.
They whispered it in the cantinas, they broached the subject with trusted loved ones and they waited and watched as they thought their Empire was to crash down around their ears.
But there were still true Sith within the rank and file of the Empire. Fractures and divisions meant nothing when the True Enemy finally revealed themselves. The faithful, the opportunistic and the crazed all came and they all came because they knew, in their hearts, that there was only one way that their Empire didn't fade into the night.
There was only one way that the Sith Empire managed to endure and thrive once again and that direction, that path and that way was clear.
It was time for the Jedi to be eradicated, root and stem, once more.
Valar Dohaeris grinned behind the helmet of his heavy armor as the troops he and Vian were supervising continued their advance towards the Jedi Temple. It was no longer hidden and now they were just checking for traps before they reached the Temple.
He couldn't wait to burn it to the ground - preferably with the Jedi inside.
"Do you feel that in the air, Vian?" he asked his fellow Sith with a grin that was palpable even through words alone, "You must feel it... it's the Change. The Force quivers at our approach, at our actions, because it knows that once again the Jedi shall fall! And if they rise again? So be it. They will be cut down once again."
He grinned wider still as he held his two crossguard lightsabers at the ready, his shoto and blaster pistol holstered on the small of his back, out of sight under the robes of his armor. He was stood at the back of the advancing soldiers, letting them lead the way forwards. Already he was itching for a fight.
@Taz