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AN: Alright, I'm planning to make another revised draft of my Kotor 3 fic, Wrath of the Sith. Hopefully, this should just be the final draft. Anyway, this is just a preview of what I plan to put in.
Lord Scourge stood at the bridge of the Sith flagship, the ends of his black cape just barely touching the metallic floor as it hung from his spiked shoulders. The lightsaber he wore on his belt identified Scourge as a Sith, but not just any Sith. He was a Sith Pureblood, a member of the same race who the Republic and Jedi presumably wiped out a millennium ago. That much was obvious from his red skin and cheek tendrils.
The ship he was on was a Deriphan-class battlecruiser, a war vessel that had been used during the Great Hyperspace War. From the past centuries, Sith weaponry had been upgraded with new technology to make them more efficient. The end result was a massive fleet of Sith ships ready to attack the Republic. Outside of the window, Scourge could see an entire fleet of Sith ships, yet the number was significantly smaller than originally intended.
A fleet of ships did join this one, yet it was smaller than originally intended. That was the result of an outside force that no one wished to speak of.
A twinge of irritation stirred within the Sith Lord at the decreased number of Sith ships present outside of the window. Scourge's deep voice rumbled from his throat as he inquired, "Is this all we have?"
His yellow eyes fell upon to whom the question had been directed to, another Pureblood Sith named Darth Nyriss. She was known for her studies of the ancient Dark Side techniques which gave her power, yet left wrinkles and cracks on her once beautiful face. Nyriss's black robe had no trace of armor on her body and it partially concealed her lightsaber from Scourge's eyes.
Nyriss' passion and fiery shone in her yellow eyes as she turned her from the fleet to Scourge. "I'm afraid so," Nyriss answered. "Many of our ships were destroyed during the traitor's rebellion."
The sentence made Scourge his body tense. The traitor; that was all anyone could call him now. If anyone did utter the traitor's name, they would face their emperor's wrath. For the past four years, the Sith Empire had faced countless rebellions from inside its own borders, led by that same man whose name could not be spoken. The rebellions were crushed and the Sith Empire was unified but at the price of the Sith armada being diminished. It only made Scourge wonder why the fleet would be gathered, even though it was clear they needed to rebuild their strength.
Before Scourge had the chance to contemplate on it, he and Nyriss heard footsteps from behind. They turned around to find a Sith apprentice, dressed in the typical black robes and gray armor, approaching them. The large Pureblood felt his impatience rise inside of him as he demanded, "What is it?"
The apprentice's eyes fell upon Scourge as he replied, "My lord, Lords Xedrix and Igrol are requesting an audience with you."
The two names were not too hard to miss to both Scourge and Nyriss. Besides themselves, Xedrix and Igrol were members of the emperor's circle of personal fleet commanders. Both were powerful Sith Lords with their own soldiers, given to them by the emperor himself to command. They often disagreed with each other as well as with Scourge and Nyriss, but they were willing to put it aside for this one time.
Nyriss acknowledged the apprentice's news with a nod. "Very well. Send them through."
Bowing with respect, the Sith apprentice left the two Sith Lords alone. It had only been a few moments later when the holographic images of Xedris and Igrol emerged from the holoprojector in front of them. They wore their own respective outfits; Xedrix's red robes covered his human form, while the Sith Pureblood known as Igrol donned a majestic gray robes that constrasted with Nyriss's black threads.
The wrinkles on Xedrix's aged face became more prominent as his hologram almost sneered in the direction of the two Sith Purebloods. "Nyriss, Scourge," he spoke.
Scourge shared the same sendiment as he demanded, "What do you want Xedrix?"
Igrol, knowing fully of the animosity between Xedrix and the other two Purebloods, answered that before his human compatriot could. "Xedrix and I are here to report that all of the remaining ships have been gathered and are awaiting the jump to hyperspace."
The next words emerged from Nyriss' mouth. "What is the status of our soldiers?" she questioned.
Xedrix was the one to answer, this time keeping his contempt for Scourge and Nyriss at bay. "They are armed and ready," he replied. "And the emperor has given permission to launch."
The female Pureblood clasped her hands behind a small portion of her back. "Then let us not delay any longer," Nyriss surmised, before turning her attention towards the bridge personnel. "Order the ships to launch to hyperspace!"
The personnel on board complied with their emperor's orders without question as they punched in the coordinates for their new destination. Nyriss returned her gaze in front of her to see the holograms of Xedrix and Igrol gone. "It has begun, Scourge," she told her fellow Pureblood Sith.
For some reason, the words brought uneasiness to Scourge but he ignored it. The Sith Lord simply said nothing as he stared at the sight of the black abyss of space turned into the blue hyperspace lane as the entire Sith fleet entered hyperspace.
AN: Alright, that's it for now. Please leave your comment and thoughts in the reviews and if you have any criticism, please let it be constructive. Also, this it NOT up for adoption. Thank you.
Raika out!