Post by Kayura on Sept 8, 2007 16:41:14 GMT -5
Several hours after the sandstorm, and the storms in the Force had passed. The pain from that ungodly white flash in the Force still seared through her skull even as the ships were in orbit around Obroa Skai. The Sith had gone from the fried, barren, sandy depravity of Korriban to the frozen, rocky expanses of Obroa Skai. At least it was esier to survive in a desert of ice.
There were traces of the old Sith Empire on this planet, the ruins she was seeking out stood as silent testimony to the expanses they had made toward the center of the galaxy once before. She sighed as she sought to ignore the pain. Cloaks would have to become thicker, possibly fur-lined. The ruins would have to become powered to sustain the heat needed to keep them all from freezing. Shaking her head at the thought, Darth Kaa'li mused if she'd notice the coming dead over the chill of the planet, or if the odd frost that appeared would be considered out of place.
"Ultra one, we've landed." said an inches-tall figure on a holocom.
"Excellent, begin disembarking procedures."
The inches-tall figure in a military uniform bowed low, "Yes Ma'am."
By the time the sun set on the ruins themselves, generators had been set up and power was running. The ruins had become a second stronghold and the new HQ. Communications arrays were up and there was the return to business as usual.
Every Sith from youngling to Lord knew that the main temple on Korriban had been buried under meters of sand. No matter how attached any of them had become to the sands and the heat of the desert day, they were all simply going to have to get used to the frozen expanses. Kaa'li was no one's fool and knew they'd expect to hear something from thier leader. Few would argue with her move to take them off Korriban under the circumstances, but all knew a couple would try. Tempers were runing hot for the flash of white ripping through the Force and for the sudden move.
By the dark of nightfall, there was one lord spoiling for a fight. By the dark of night, it looked like swords would cross and they did. A massive masculie roar was cut short by a harpy-like shreek. Balde met blade and one ceded blood. A head fell to the floor as voices of the living cheered. By midnight, there was proof again why Kaa'li was the Dark Lord. Eyes jammed shut, she shook her head calling out in a voice that could have come from a siren, "You fool, did you think this was a game! We'll all miss Korriban, but for so many reasons beyond the sandstorm, this was the wisest maneuver." Her voice fell to its usual velvet half-whisper, "We have to protect ourselves without giving anything away. We all have adjustments to make...all of us." With that, her deadly black blade was sheathed after having its fill of blood. A snap of the fingers later and the body was carried out to be the first funeral held on the planet in centuries.
Another Lord asked, falling to a knee and looking to the floor, "My Lord what do we do now?"
Her face returned to an idol-like serenity, her voice an audible reflection of it, "We have our needs met for now. If we were to extract supplies from Onderon, no one would notice, or care. The remnants of the old empire shall be he foundation of the new. As for maters at hand, we must expand beyond weapons and viruses. We risk becoming too predictable. We're rich so that means that if we must, we can buy additional infrastructure, and so we're in the market to buy legitimate businesses...so for now, we make the needded fronts as both business and government. We play in these games to fool the opposition and thier pandering Chancellor, while we do not violate those laws which have kept us alive all these centuries."
"What about the Red Hand, we have them, we can take Coruscant and other planets if we needed to."
She nodded, the cloth falling back to expose her face. Some gasped as she was deathly pale, without the aid of the white paint that hid her face. Her voice was still the same soft whisper, "You're absolutely right, we could. In our current state, we would not be able to keep it. Keep in mind the Republic's size. Taking Coruscant first would be as wise as diving headfist into quicksand, and for the Republic Navy, it would have the same effects. We must use our wits as well as our weapons. The opposition expects us to go after Coruscant. They have already arrayed the Republic against it. So we must do business, slowly and discretely if we are to take the galaxy...and keep it."
There were traces of the old Sith Empire on this planet, the ruins she was seeking out stood as silent testimony to the expanses they had made toward the center of the galaxy once before. She sighed as she sought to ignore the pain. Cloaks would have to become thicker, possibly fur-lined. The ruins would have to become powered to sustain the heat needed to keep them all from freezing. Shaking her head at the thought, Darth Kaa'li mused if she'd notice the coming dead over the chill of the planet, or if the odd frost that appeared would be considered out of place.
"Ultra one, we've landed." said an inches-tall figure on a holocom.
"Excellent, begin disembarking procedures."
The inches-tall figure in a military uniform bowed low, "Yes Ma'am."
By the time the sun set on the ruins themselves, generators had been set up and power was running. The ruins had become a second stronghold and the new HQ. Communications arrays were up and there was the return to business as usual.
Every Sith from youngling to Lord knew that the main temple on Korriban had been buried under meters of sand. No matter how attached any of them had become to the sands and the heat of the desert day, they were all simply going to have to get used to the frozen expanses. Kaa'li was no one's fool and knew they'd expect to hear something from thier leader. Few would argue with her move to take them off Korriban under the circumstances, but all knew a couple would try. Tempers were runing hot for the flash of white ripping through the Force and for the sudden move.
By the dark of nightfall, there was one lord spoiling for a fight. By the dark of night, it looked like swords would cross and they did. A massive masculie roar was cut short by a harpy-like shreek. Balde met blade and one ceded blood. A head fell to the floor as voices of the living cheered. By midnight, there was proof again why Kaa'li was the Dark Lord. Eyes jammed shut, she shook her head calling out in a voice that could have come from a siren, "You fool, did you think this was a game! We'll all miss Korriban, but for so many reasons beyond the sandstorm, this was the wisest maneuver." Her voice fell to its usual velvet half-whisper, "We have to protect ourselves without giving anything away. We all have adjustments to make...all of us." With that, her deadly black blade was sheathed after having its fill of blood. A snap of the fingers later and the body was carried out to be the first funeral held on the planet in centuries.
Another Lord asked, falling to a knee and looking to the floor, "My Lord what do we do now?"
Her face returned to an idol-like serenity, her voice an audible reflection of it, "We have our needs met for now. If we were to extract supplies from Onderon, no one would notice, or care. The remnants of the old empire shall be he foundation of the new. As for maters at hand, we must expand beyond weapons and viruses. We risk becoming too predictable. We're rich so that means that if we must, we can buy additional infrastructure, and so we're in the market to buy legitimate businesses...so for now, we make the needded fronts as both business and government. We play in these games to fool the opposition and thier pandering Chancellor, while we do not violate those laws which have kept us alive all these centuries."
"What about the Red Hand, we have them, we can take Coruscant and other planets if we needed to."
She nodded, the cloth falling back to expose her face. Some gasped as she was deathly pale, without the aid of the white paint that hid her face. Her voice was still the same soft whisper, "You're absolutely right, we could. In our current state, we would not be able to keep it. Keep in mind the Republic's size. Taking Coruscant first would be as wise as diving headfist into quicksand, and for the Republic Navy, it would have the same effects. We must use our wits as well as our weapons. The opposition expects us to go after Coruscant. They have already arrayed the Republic against it. So we must do business, slowly and discretely if we are to take the galaxy...and keep it."
