Hey, so here's an idea I have for a little while, it involves my SWTOR sith inquisitor. I hope anyone who reads this thing enjoys it.
Dark. Dark and cold. That was all that could define the void that was space at the moment. At one time he had thought it beautiful. Indeed the infinite vacuum had once felt so whole and endless, a boundless expanse of uncertainty and adventure uninfected by the plague of knowledge. Now he knew better. There was no respite in the hollowness, no leisure in the unknown, he had discovered this long ago. So he turned to more wholesome accomplishments, and he had started with the Empire. Unfortunately, it seemed the rest of the galaxy disagreed with his motives. Even the people he once called friends and companions had disowned him in the end.
Ashara was the first too go. Her once proclaimed love for him was no more than a lie, he saw that now. She filled his head with falsehoods of wishing to reform the Empire. However when he began his restoration of the corrupted government, she was the first to turn against him, he discovered that she had been feeding his plans for the New Empire to the Republic, when confronted she resorted to combat. She said he had become power mad, Filled with greed and hate. And yet he had done as she always said she wished! Reconstructing the Empire from within, but he had discovered the truth, and her lies had been silenced. She now lay adrift in the void.
Next was Talos. Never had he known a more loyal friend. And yet, much like with Zavros, Drelliks loyalty ultimately rested elsewhere. In order to remodel the Empire he knew that he would need the reclamation service, and when they refused to join his righteous reformation they had to be removed from the equation. In a bout of overconfidence the good lieutenant had stood in his was, he was beheaded for his trouble.
Then there came Revel, the once great pirate of the stars was now no more than a pile of bones on a forgotten world. Revel had stranded him on a planet far into the outer rim. Andronikos thought that his plans were becoming too ambitious so the once trusted captain had waited until a moment of weakness and stolen his ship, leaving him to die. Unfortunately, the captain had underestimated his experience and resourcefulness, and so not more than a month after Revels little rebellion he had retaken his ship and left the quisling on the same planet. A bit of poetic justice on his part.
Xalek was the last and, for all the Kaleeshes cleverness, the most easily predicted. When he saw his chance the apprentice had tried to usurp the master and gain his power, how foolish, he was removed easily and without incident.
Khem Val, for all his brashness and blood thirst, had stayed by his side until the end, and for that he was grateful. The Emperors Wrath had attempted to stop his plans before they came to completion, and ultimately the First of the Empire succeeded. But not before everything the great warrior Sith loved was ripped out of his life. He had sent Khem on ahead to kill the Wraths beloved wife while he confronted the Emperors chosen. The battle had been glorious, and when he revealed the fate of the Twi'lek the Wrath took as his wife, he took great pleasure in watching the Wrath boil from hate and loss. Unfortunately it ended all the same, in the end the Wrath was simply the better swordsman, and he had left the galaxy with a light saber through his chest. Or so he thought.
Suddenly he was aware of a burning ache, it started at his lungs and spread out through all of his body, and he found it extremely hard to do so much as move his fingers. When he finally managed to pry his own eyes open he was greeted with the sight of a rather disgruntled looking Khem Val standing over him.
"Master, it seems life still flows through your veins." Said Khem, his growling language reverberating through out the small med bay. "The mission was completed, yet it seems we have lost the war. The last pockets of your empire are being snuffed out as we speak. And we are adrift in the void."
I nodded wearily to assure him I was listening. I could not however bring myself to speak, when I did I had discovered it felt as though a great fire was burning down my through.
"Rest master, your battle with the Wrath was a great one. It has left you drained and on the brink of death, I have healed you as best I know yet you will take time to fully heal."
I nodded once again before my eye's started to close.
"Rest master, I shall watch over you until we reach a safe harbor."
With that I was deep in slumber. I knew that I would survive, and when I returned to the galaxy I would continue my uprising, I would bring order to the universe if it was the last thing I did.
I am Darth Nox, and I will not be ended so easily.
In case your wondering, I may eventually have Nox 'Change his Ways' as it were. However, at this point in the story Nox is still a Sith, a Sith who believes that he is completely in the right, so while he may eventually reform he is still, right now at least, very much the bad guy.