Post by Darth Kairos on Jul 30, 2019 1:52:25 GMT
Alone in the cosmos, a small shuttle made its way across the surface of a barren planetoid.
Tora Venaris sat at the controls, guiding the small craft to its destination. Beside him, where he could see the controls and take over if necessary, was the Red Warrior - though apparently his 'true Sithly name' was Darth Lucifer. Apparently he still felt that oversight was necessary - Tora couldn't imagine why given he'd been forced into the carbonite at lightsaber point and had made his general displeasure known to both Red and the 'new Dark Lord' when he'd finished coughing his lungs up.
Behind him in the luxurious passenger chairs sat two more beings. One of them was the 'new Dark Lord' that Red had sworn his loyalty - and Tora's, without asking - to: Rakshesh Dawnstar, a name that Tora thought he knew but still hadn't been able to place, and a man who had not taken Tora's displeasure at his situation lightly. The other was another ancient Sith 'Darth Reaver', who'd been in the slabs for over a thousand years. Tora didn't really know what to think of him.
The planetoid's pockmarked surface slid away under them as they crested the planet. They passed out of the weak light of system's star, MX-4039, and into the dark side, the surface now lit only by shuttle's running lights. A few more minutes journey, and a dark moon began to rise over the horizon.
It was joined by a frantic beeping from the ship's sensors as a trio of small starfighters shot over the horizon and beelined straight for them. Tora remained calm.
"Just the defences we set up," he affirmed, reaching over and flicking a commswitch. His voice was the same as when he'd gone under thanks to the freezing, so his authorisation code worked without a problem. "Director Code Trill-Herf-Xesh-One-One-Three-Eight. Shutdown patrols and prepare to receive visitors. Confirm voiceprint."
There was a moment of hesitation, and then the starfighters broke off of their attack vector. Instead, they formed an honour guard surrounding the small shuttle. Now that they were close, the passengers could see they were old droid Tri-Fighters.
"And if you'll direct your attention to the main event," Tora murmured under his breath, and smirked. For them it had been decades or centuries - for him, it had only been about fifteen years. The galaxy had changed - there had been a war of invasion, and the Empire was back as the First Order - but it was still the same galaxy as when he'd left. And his flagship was right where he'd left it, studiously maintained all this time by an army of droids.
Over the horizon, the moon lit up. All along its lengths, running lights blinked to life, hundreds and then thousands of them. They revealed a floating behemoth, kilometer after kilometer of grey steel bristling with weapons. It was no moon - it was a warship, shaped like an arrowhead and nineteen kilometers long. The ultimate symbol of power in the galaxy, an Executor-class Star Destroyer, and the last of her kind.
"The Imperials called her the Intimidator," Tora said into the silence. "The Yevethans called her the Pride of Yevetha. I call her Conviction. Welcome to the future, gentlemen. This is my flagship."
Tora Venaris sat at the controls, guiding the small craft to its destination. Beside him, where he could see the controls and take over if necessary, was the Red Warrior - though apparently his 'true Sithly name' was Darth Lucifer. Apparently he still felt that oversight was necessary - Tora couldn't imagine why given he'd been forced into the carbonite at lightsaber point and had made his general displeasure known to both Red and the 'new Dark Lord' when he'd finished coughing his lungs up.
Behind him in the luxurious passenger chairs sat two more beings. One of them was the 'new Dark Lord' that Red had sworn his loyalty - and Tora's, without asking - to: Rakshesh Dawnstar, a name that Tora thought he knew but still hadn't been able to place, and a man who had not taken Tora's displeasure at his situation lightly. The other was another ancient Sith 'Darth Reaver', who'd been in the slabs for over a thousand years. Tora didn't really know what to think of him.
The planetoid's pockmarked surface slid away under them as they crested the planet. They passed out of the weak light of system's star, MX-4039, and into the dark side, the surface now lit only by shuttle's running lights. A few more minutes journey, and a dark moon began to rise over the horizon.
It was joined by a frantic beeping from the ship's sensors as a trio of small starfighters shot over the horizon and beelined straight for them. Tora remained calm.
"Just the defences we set up," he affirmed, reaching over and flicking a commswitch. His voice was the same as when he'd gone under thanks to the freezing, so his authorisation code worked without a problem. "Director Code Trill-Herf-Xesh-One-One-Three-Eight. Shutdown patrols and prepare to receive visitors. Confirm voiceprint."
There was a moment of hesitation, and then the starfighters broke off of their attack vector. Instead, they formed an honour guard surrounding the small shuttle. Now that they were close, the passengers could see they were old droid Tri-Fighters.
"And if you'll direct your attention to the main event," Tora murmured under his breath, and smirked. For them it had been decades or centuries - for him, it had only been about fifteen years. The galaxy had changed - there had been a war of invasion, and the Empire was back as the First Order - but it was still the same galaxy as when he'd left. And his flagship was right where he'd left it, studiously maintained all this time by an army of droids.
Over the horizon, the moon lit up. All along its lengths, running lights blinked to life, hundreds and then thousands of them. They revealed a floating behemoth, kilometer after kilometer of grey steel bristling with weapons. It was no moon - it was a warship, shaped like an arrowhead and nineteen kilometers long. The ultimate symbol of power in the galaxy, an Executor-class Star Destroyer, and the last of her kind.
"The Imperials called her the Intimidator," Tora said into the silence. "The Yevethans called her the Pride of Yevetha. I call her Conviction. Welcome to the future, gentlemen. This is my flagship."