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#1 Edited by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

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Imperator: Super Star Destroyer

The flagship of House Bellerophon's fleet and the personal ship of Darth Miltiades. This massive machine of war serves as the mobile base of the venerable Darth.

The sheer scale of the ship gives it many of the properties of a small city. It does not have a single medical bay, it has multiple hospitals. Nor does it have only one barracks; it has an entire ecosystem of housing ranging from cramped barracks for lowly ranked soldiers to furnished homes for officers and expansive suites for high ranking officers and VIP personal. Holo-theaters. Hutt-ball courts. A small parade ground. An entire department for waste disposal.

But the vessel is not merely a flying city, it is also a gargantuan war machine that crews two hundred and eighty thousand. Eleven miles long it's titanium-alusteel alloy armored hull is adorned with two thousand turbolasers, two thousand heavy turbolasers, two hundred and fifty missile tubes, two hundred and fifty heavy ion cannons and five hundred point defense turrets. It's hanger is packed with thousands of light weight TIE-series craft and it's troop compliment includes thirty AT-ATs and forty AT-STs, two hundred light support speeders, two prefabricated assault bases and several titan class drop ships. They are backed up by thirty eight thousand elite combat troops.

Design Philosophy

The Imperator is unique among Imperial capitol ships in that it is designed to operate alone. The vast majority of Imperial craft are designed to operate in support of one another. For example the Star Destroyer requires a fighter screen and the TIE requires a hyperdrive capable ship to carry it to it's destination. No Imperial ship fights alone.

Except the Imperator.

Outwardly this appears to be an expression of strength. A massive flagship bristling with guns and packed with TIE fighters and Stormtroopers. But the opposite is true; the Imperator is an effort to compensate for the economic weakness and technological regression caused by the Dark Age.

By building one massive vessel House Bellerophon's engineers hoped to take advantage of economies of scale. Rather than manufacturing a shipping parts for a hundred ships, they could focus on one. Rather than training enough officers to supply a dozen bridges, they need only staff one. And best of all the massive size of the Imperator meant that it could maintain it's own manufacturing facilities for minor items such as rivets, bolts and smaller bulkheads.

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#2 Posted by Rosso (5281 posts) - - Show Bio

Don't know why I was picturing a Death Star before. Thinking..."11 miles across? You mean, like...diameter?"

Thought to sneak on-board but those are heavy defences. ;>_>

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#3 Posted by Phenomenal (64 posts) - - Show Bio
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#4 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

Star Destroyers sliced through the field of debris. Blades of flat grey cutting through the shattered remains of the Oristicon independence fleet and their mercenary allies. They were arrayed in a wedge formation with the Imperator at the tip.

Before them glistened the green dot of Oristicon.

Darth Miltiades stood upon the bridge. One hand stroked his white beard and around him swirled the mass of bridge officers while red and green lights flickered upon tactical displays and tactical officers studied the electric blue of holographic displays. An officer approached him where he stood upon his dais in the center of the bridge.

"The governor is hailing you."

"Put him through."

A hologram of the governor appeared in front of the dais. It flickered with interference but the sweat upon the governor's brow was clearly visible.

"Darth Miltiades. It seems you have won the day." The governor's jowls shook as he spoke. "We are ready to negotiate."

"Of course."

"We are willing to surrender and rejoin the empire in exchange for guarantees of protection for our elected leaders. We can promise there will be no support for the Rebels or any insurgency against Imperial rule."

"I fear I must reject your offer governor."

The governor blinked. "Why? Occupying our planet will be expensive. You have a reputation as a reasonable man my lord. Surely you can understand the costs of fighting an insurgency year after year."

Miltiades nodded. "Indeed governor, I can. Which is why I have ordered your population exterminated. Slave birth rates are up two percent over projections on Trithni IV and Uladon Prime. The surplus will replace you."

"Wait. Wait! We can talk about this. Surely there is something we can offer yo-" The patriarch of House Bellerophon motioned to the comms officer who cut the feed.

"Begin ion bombardment and prepare the dropships."

Over the next three weeks the fleet bombarded the cities of Oristicon with heavy ion cannons from orbit while millions of stormtroopers poured onto the surface. The ion cannons disabled the defenders technology while the troopers moved in and destroyed the defenders strongholds before going house to house in residential areas, gathering up the population and mowing them down by the thousands.

The Oristicon rebellion died as it was born. In fire.

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#5 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

"Gentlemen. You may be wondering why I have brought you here today." Miltiades training chamber was over a hundred yards long and twenty five wide. A line of men stood along the left side. Twelve. They were shackled to the wall. At the feet of each man lay a melee weapon.

"Each of you is a master of some form of combat. Deliton the 12th, you are renown for your electro-sabre fencing skill. Ulagoth, the underground pit fighter. And last but not least the nameless veteran who killed nine of my best men in single combat."

One wall faced the exterior of the ship and a number of airlocks were sealed via force field. "Each of you has been spared." Within each airlock was huddled a woman and at least one child. "As have your families."

Miltiades turned to the balcony where an officer stood at control panel. "Ulagoth first." The officer touched a button and the maglocks holding the massive gladiator snapped open. "You may notice a weapon has been provided. And with it, an opportunity."

Ulagoth picked up the durasteel spiked two-handed mace at his feet and his eyes burned with rage and bloodlust as he gazed upon his captor, the Darth.

"You have five minutes to draw blood. Do so, and you and your families are free." He ignited his curved-hilted saber.

Ulagoth needed no encouragement. He roared as he charged and sparks flew as the mace scrapped the steel floor. Miltiades parried and stepped aside. The musclebound warrior stumbled but whirled and swung again. Miltiades ducked.

And so it went. Ulagoth charged and charged and swung and roared but Miltiades parried and evaded with ease, his graceful footwork and elegant bladework making up for his advanced age.

The beast of a man begin to tire. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His heavy blows grew cumbersome and his chest rose and fell in great gasps.

A buzzer sounded.

Miltiades flowed gracefully around his foes latest charge and swept his crimson blade up from the floor, severing each of Ulagoth's arms at the elbow.

The gladiator fell to his knees, stunned as he stared at the stumps.

"Draw one drop of my blood and you are free. But failure too has its price." Darth Miltiades hung his elegant saber hilt from his belt and crossed the room, touching a button beside the airlock that held Ulagoth's family. The outer forcefield was deactivated and they were sucked into the void.

Ulagoth's broken scream echoed through the chamber.

Miltidaes smiled. "Now Deliton. I trust you will find the example of your predecessor.. motivating."

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#6 Posted by Aelia_Stormwind (275 posts) - - Show Bio
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#7 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

@aelia_stormwind: If it troubles you so then perhaps you should do something about it, Jedi.

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#8 Posted by Aelia_Stormwind (275 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades: Your destruction of Oristicon has left a scar in the Force. Keep this up, and all I have to do is follow the carnage.

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#9 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio
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#10 Posted by Aelia_Stormwind (275 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades: My last trial as a Padawan, and the last loose end of my master.

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#11 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

The dining hall was seventy five meters long. A great table ran it's length. Made of dark Ulardior wood, stained and carved with the runic carvings of the ancient Sith language by a cabal of sorcerers during the rule of the Tapani Empire. It was currently empty save for one man, Darth Miltiades.

He set at the head of the table and at his left hand stood a line of servants and slaves. Uniforms denoted their rank and station. One stepped forward and lifted Darth Miltiades's cloak from his shoulders while another placed the first course of the meal before him.

The patriarch of the Bellerophon House ate in silence.

His children were away. So were his grandchildren. Miltiades picked a bone clean and tossed it back onto the plate.

"Overcooked." He pushed the plate away. It was only barely touched. A slave leaped forward and collected it.

"Yes m'lord. At once m'lord."

There were three wines. Miltiades sniffed each of them in turn and chose the middle one. The other two were removed immediately while the second course was placed in front of him. Prarishii meat. There were only a few Prarishii birds left in the galaxy. Now one less.

He pinned the bird and cut with a silver knife. The door opened and an officer hurried in.

"My lord. A message from Major Gulliman. He says it is urgent." The officer stood at attention at Miltiades's right shoulder. The Darth lifted a hand and the officer placed a holoslate into his grasp.

Brown eyes, old and sharp with evil wisdom perused the holographic message.

"Contact @darth_impero. Tell him we have discovered something on the surface of Oristicon that may be of interest to him. Relics. From sorcerers whose wisdom has long been lost. Extend my personal invitation to him."

"At once my lord." The officer saluted, pivoted on his heel and marched from the room.

Miltiades tried the Prarishii. It was perfect.

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#12 Posted by Lord_Decimus (12 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

"Father." Decimus knelt. The hood of his cloak hung low over his face and obscured his mutilated features. Yet still the glowing coals of his eyes could be seen in the gloom of the chamber. "You summoned me."

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#13 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

@lord_decimus:

Smoke billowed through the meditation chamber and red lights glowed along the walls. Miltiades set cross-legged upon the meditation dais. He wore simple robes. Simple but elegant. The garb of a warrior-aristocrat.

"I did."

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#14 Posted by Lord_Decimus (12 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

Seconds ticked by. Leather creaked as a metal fist tightened. He swallowed his swelling rage. "Was there a reason-" He stopped. Metal teeth ground against one another and muscles in his jaw flexed. The dishonored son tried again. "What is it you wish of me father?"

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#15 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

@lord_decimus:

Satisfaction touched Miltiades's eyes. "Oristicon is beaten. But they are a stubborn people and fight to the end. Our assault forces have been stalemated. It seems the Oristicons planned for the potential of defeat and carved out the inside of the Ilariskii mountain range--" Miltiades touched a button on the side of his meditation dais and a hologram of the second continent appeared. "--that is here." He indicated with a finger.

"You will join the 92nd assault battalion. You will lead their assault upon the gates of their subterranean fortress at the pass in the west of the Ilariskii range. This will be a long battle my son. They are well entrenched. But we need a foothold and you will acquire it for us."

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#16 Posted by Lord_Decimus (12 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

Red eyes watched the electric blue of the hologram through the swirling fog of the meditation chamber. "Yes father." He stood and bowed before the Bellerophon patriarch. Then he turned upon a heavy durasteel boot and headed toward the exit.

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#17 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

@lord_decimus:

A hand reached out and Miltiades reached out with the force to grasp his son and attempt to force him to his knees. "Did I say you were dismissed?" His voice cracked like a whip as he applied supernatural force toward forcing the cybernetic warrior down. Then he snapped his wrist about in a circle, attempting to turn the ideally kneeling Decimus back about to face him.

"You will take a foothold within the underground fortress and you shall be quick about it for I have invited Darth Impero to join us and you will be at my side for that meeting. Do I make myself clear?"

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#18 Edited by Lord_Decimus (12 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

Raw power bore down upon him and his cybernetics whirred frantically as he fought to remain standing. But inch by inch he was driven to his knees. Metal screeched against metal as the telekinetic might of his father spun him around, armored boots leaving shiny half-moons upon the floor.

For a heartbeat rage blinded him. He could feel his saber in his hand. But he swallowed it. He had no choice. Not yet.

"Yes." Decimus bowed his head. "Yes. I understand."

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#19 Posted by Darth_Impero (40 posts) - - Show Bio

"Contact @darth_impero. Tell him we have discovered something on the surface of Oristicon that may be of interest to him. Relics. From sorcerers whose wisdom has long been lost. Extend my personal invitation to him."

Excellent..

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#20 Posted by Darth_Impero (40 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

Drifting through the blackness of space, the Imperator was more than a mere vessel - it was a statement. Of both power and ambition. A fitting home for a Sith, and one Darth Impero had been invited to visit. His body veiled from head to toe, Impero was clad in an armor and cape that seemed more prison than garment - and yet, he'd never been freer than with the Dark Side unshackling his body and soul. Like a mountain of black, Impero towered over Miltiades' troops as they escorted him from hangar to dining room. Shoulders wide and strong, posture regal and his air commanding, the Hollow Lord uttered no sound and carried no weapon but the Force he bent to his will.

Walking through the hallway, his ears catching the hum of nearby machinery, Impero's stride was long and dominant, and his senses - his Force perception - always searching. For the emotions and intentions of those nearby, and the presence of the Force in any other than Darth Miltiades and his son, Lord Decimus - a mutilated mutt, in Impero's eyes. As the guards turned left, so did the Hollow Lord. Together, they strode into a dining hall where Darth Miltiades sat at the head of a long table. Even in old age, Miltiades radiated an authority that drew respect from his peers, and fear from his enemies. But Miltiades was no peer of his. He was a duelist, and Impero a sorcerer. And he feared no man who chose lightsabers over the Force. He simply recognized what he did; a Sith of mutual ambition and fearsome strength.

Footsteps heavy and his eyes locked with Miltiades', the Hollow Lord strode forward, stopping only at the end of the table. Finally, a voice - dark and deep - flowed out his throat.

"Darth Miltiades. You honor me with your invitation".

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#23 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_impero:

"Darth Impero has arrived my lord."

Miltiades dispatched his sparring partner with a sharp parry-and-riposte. The corpse fell back and his skull rang against the grey metal floor. Miltiades clipped his saber to his belt and snapped the fingers of his left hand. A slave dashed across the room and placed his cloak about his shoulders.

"No. I am entertaining another Darth. The white cloak."

The slave ran corrected his mistake at a full sprint. Miltiades rewarded him with a quick death then swept from the room with the white cloak billowing from his shoulders.

"I will receive him in the banquet hall. Prepare it."

He would be waiting when Impero arrived.

"Darth Impero." His rich, cultured tone answered the deep voice of his guest. "The honor is all mine."

He lifted a hand, palm up toward the table and slaves marched in beside the table, wheeled in unison and placed their bounty upon the table. Refreshments.

Miltiades plucked a purple fruit and sampled it. Sweet, but not too sweet. Then he turned his attention back to his guest.

"Oristicon." As he spoke he tapped a keypad at the head of the table and a hologram of the planet appeared. He zoomed in with a touch of a finger. "Rebellious world. It's population grew deluded as to their value. A shame. Transporting their replacements to the system is not free. Nonetheless the conflict has uncovered the existence of an old Sith temple. From the old times. Before the war. Our sensors cannot date it exactly but it is at least a thousand years old."

"There is only one problem. The Oristicon planetary defense force has built a network of underground fortresses under the Ilariskii mountain range." He touched the keypad again and the holographic display zoomed into the mountain range. "I sent my son to secure a beachhead."

"But a beachhead alone is not sufficient. According to the holomaps my soldiers found the temple lays buried under the heart of the seventh fortress. To take it the six preceding fortresses must also fall."

"In exchange for your aid in this matter, should you chose to provide it, I will give you the contents of the ancient temple. Perhaps the relics will aid in your studies."

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#24 Posted by Last_Man_Standing (743 posts) - - Show Bio

Gonna stop by here tomorrow, to present Lord Militiades with a symbol of our great victory at Radhast.

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#25 Posted by Aelia_Stormwind (275 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades: What is it with you people killing people just to kill them!? Stop it, dammit!

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#29 Posted by Aelia_Stormwind (275 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

Like the fact that the great Darth may struggle with blaster fire?
Like the fact that the great Darth may struggle with blaster fire?

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#30 Posted by Last_Man_Standing (743 posts) - - Show Bio
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#31 Posted by Aelia_Stormwind (275 posts) - - Show Bio

@last_man_standing: How can you just stand by that pointless slaughter? It's the height of arrogance!

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#32 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio
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#33 Posted by Last_Man_Standing (743 posts) - - Show Bio

@aelia_stormwind:

There you go again, a pot calling the kettle black.

I saw nothing.

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#38 Posted by Last_Man_Standing (743 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

The Glacier pulled out of hyperspace at regulation distance to the Imperator, slowly coming to a halt. Darth Militiades was informed that he would receive a gift from the battlefields of Radhast, nothing more. Jhen was instructed to do nothing else.

As his shuttle neared the imposing flagship, all he could think of revolved around how many enemies it had destroyed, where it came from, and the contents inside. True, he knew of one occupant and perhaps that was all he deserved to know. That was what he could die happily with.

The innards of the warship could only be described as monstrous, housing untold wealths of munitions and weapons.

Nothing can stop this, he thought to himself.

Once guided to the very border of Darth Militiades' headquarters within the Imperator, he adjusted his uniform as best he could. Greyed-out plasteel, harsh environment pattern. Some blaster-holes, the soft armor underneath at least concealing his skin.

He would wait for the orders of the Darth to speak, to move, to breathe if he had to. His mind wandered in acceptance of his monumental surroundings.

In one, brief second, all he could think about was beating a clone's face into the mud on Radhast. How much pride and anger swelled into his chest as he finally came to terms with his own killing instinct. The events of that day were not a blur to him as they had been in the past. He remembered every face. Every helmet. Every color designation, every little chip in their armor. With a smile he continued to wait.

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#39 Edited by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

@last_man_standing:

"A gift?" Miltiades raised a white eyebrow at the officer.

"Yes my lord."

"Very well. Send him to my quarters."

His personal guards ushered the soldier to his quarters. Hydraulics hissed as a heavily armored door stamped with the mark of the Empire and House Bellerophon slid open.

Miltiades turned. "Ahh. The 117th. Enter."

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#40 Edited by Last_Man_Standing (743 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

His heart was stone, and his hands heavy. But he bowed deeply before he entered, kneeling once he came to a reasonable distance away - never once making eye contact.

"My lord: on behalf of the Imperial dead of Radhast, I present to you the blade of the fallen Jedi General Erastus Wissenburg - as a symbol of the Empire's inevitable victory."

He unclipped the saber-hilt from his belt and raised it forward with both open palms.

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#41 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

@last_man_standing:

Miltiades extended a hand. The blade of his orders ancient enemy levitated into the air. It hovered their a moment before flying through the air and into the hand of the Darth.

He smiled.

It was a cold smile.

"Erastus Wissenburg. Long a thorn in my side. Long a foe to the empire." He turned his gaze upon the trooper. "Well done."

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#42 Posted by Last_Man_Standing (743 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

Jhen could feel a knot in his chest. Anxiety, some of it.

"Permission to speak, my lord."

If he could have the freedom, he would only ask a single question.

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#43 Edited by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

@last_man_standing:

Miltiades had begun to turn away. The trooper forgotten, his attention only upon his prize-- the lightsaber of Erastus Wissenburg. Then the trooper spoke.

He stopped.

Looked over his shoulder.

"Bold." He ran a thumb down the hilt of the saber.

"Speak."

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#44 Posted by Last_Man_Standing (743 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

"How soon to our next deployment, and the next drop of Republic blood?"

There was a coldness to his words, but an eagerness as well.

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#45 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

@last_man_standing:

A cold smile. "Soon, soldier. Very soon."

He turned to face Jhen. "Below us now lays Oristicon. A rebellious world. The last of their forces have been driven underground. A series of interlinked fortresses buried under the Ilariskii mountains. They must be taken. It will be hard fighting."

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#46 Posted by Last_Man_Standing (743 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

"The 117th will march into Hell if you ordered it sir," he dared not look up, even now.

"And conquer it in the same day."

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#47 Posted by Darth_Impero (40 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades:

"Very well"

Miltiades' welcome floated to Impero's ears like a silk cloth, yet the Hollow Lord did not sit. He stood, motionless like a large statue sculpted from black rock, more in tune with the whispers of the Force than Miltiades' own words. Still, Impero listened, catching the words he deemed important and watching a hologram come to life as it cast it's glow upon his armor. Silent but attentive, the Hollow Lord considered the offer, first casting aside his contempt for the lost Force potential of Miltiades' son, then mulling over the value of whichever relics and artifacts lay in Oristicon's ancient Sith temple. For a moment, his silence continued, thickening the air with it's prominence, like the calm before a thunderclap.

Behind his mask, eyes as red as blood held Miltiades in a gaze that'd go unnoticed but'd be felt from the response on one's skin - by the hairs on one's arms rising like grass in a sweeping wind. Soon however, the silence passed, and Impero answered. "Very well", he said, his voice dark and cool, "Tell your son to expect my arrival".

A man of few words, the Hollow Lord said nothing more. He need only Lord Decimus' coordinates, and he'd take his leave.

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#48 Posted by Darth_Miltiades (169 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_impero:

Miltiades did not reply verbally, he only tapped a few keys upon the dataslate before him to transmit the coordinates to his fellow Darth.

The coordinates would lead Darth Impero to an Imperial staging area on the planet below them. White figures streamed like ants around mountains of supplies. TIE fighters screamed through the cold air in 24/7 patrols. Logistical officers rushed to and fro, coordinating the movement of several million personal. A miniature city of prefab barracks, mess halls and roadways sprang up from the ground to support one of several prongs to the invasion.

At the landing zone three dozen senior officers stood at attention, awaiting the arrival of the only other Darth in the system. An honor guard kept the area clear. And Lord Decimus stood in his black cloak, awaiting the sorcerer.

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#50 Edited by Last_Man_Standing (743 posts) - - Show Bio

@darth_miltiades: @lord_decimus

A shuttle from Korriban entered the gravitational field of the imposing Sith warship. Its only passenger remained unmoved by the sight, for it was one that he had seen many times before. The fear in his heart never subsided, and even now the bottled-up instinct to run or hide did not change his perception of the situation. He was here to either be judged worthy of apprenticeship or be cast aside. If he were lucky, Decimus would kill him on the spot before the stinging commentary of Miltiades had the chance to haunt him to the grave.

Miltiades would already have his information as well as all the commendations from his masters throughout his nine-year rise at the Academy. A perfect student, some would say. But in the back of his mind Rath'arr already knew that a perfect 'student' was unsubstantial. He trained in an overly-aggressive form of Niman, secretly studying the mastery of Exar Kun extensively. His eager integration of the Force into live combat earned him the ire of many of his colleagues. He knew Decimus would despise him, if not for being a runt then for his closeness to the Force.

He had disappointed his family once already by being born. Only now did his body catch up, through some twisted hand of fate guiding him to this point in life. His future was for House Bellerophon to decide. Should he even prove worthy of being an apprentice to begin with, he only had either the cold perfectionism of Miltiades or the avalanche of Decimus' anger to look forward to.

He exited the craft with a facade of confidence in his pace. As he neared what could be his final destination, Rath'arr did not look forward to what was behind those doors at all. Yet still, he waited for the signal to enter.