(((OOC: This is a BoD only RP. Violators will be punished with extreme prejuicide.)))
STAR WARS
Final Episode: Slaughter of the Jedi
Several decades have passed since that fateful day; the fall of the Galactic Empire. After the fall of Emperor Palpatine and dissolution of Imperial Forces, peace spread like wildfire across the galaxy. For many years to come, progress was made by civilization; the New Republic, and all was well.
However, there are those who still seek a greater power. A band of rogue Sith, led by a ruthless and insanely powerful Archon, have been plotting a hostile takeover for many years. This particular lot of the Sith were so blood thirsty, so unstable that Sidious had to exile them from the main fleet.
Because of their exile, which was in the darkest corners of space, they have faced the most grim of odds but overcame the desperate struggle for survival. Their powers are now supreme, having perfect control over the Dark Side of the Force. Now they seek to put their divinely evil scheme in motion, which will soon leave the New Republic in shambles...
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In a Star Destroyer roaming on the outskirts of Republic space...
It was dark inside the commanding officers chambers, but that his how he preferred it... Dark. It helped him to focus his dark energies which would be pushed to their limits very soon. He grinned at the prospect of his faction possessing supreme dominance over the galaxy, enjoying the fruits of other's labor... Slave labor to be precise.
His meditation was disturbed when a figure, cloaked in all black, opened his chamber door, allowing the lights of the neighboring corridor to flood the room.
“Darth Cadaveras, we have received orders to rendezvous with the main fleet.”
Darth Cadaveras was an absolute monster. He possessed an impossible muscle mass, crimson flesh, multiple horns on the top of his head, each of them at least nine inches long and each of them razor sharp. His eyelids shot open, revealing his cruel silver orbs. He scowled at his meditation's interruption, revealing his beastly fangs. One could say he looked like Darth Maul, but much larger and much more grotesque.
“Have I not told you how much I hate to be disturbed?” His voice was very deep, very inhuman.
“My lord...”
Darth Cadaveras used his knowledge of the force to strangle the peasant who has so wrongfully disturbed him. “This better not happen again.”
“I-it won't,” the messenger struggled to speak.
“You are correct... Because your life has been forfeit.” The monstrous Sith lord stood up, standing almost eight feet tall. He turned to the peasent and unsheathed two lightsaber hilts from under his black robes.
“F-forgive me?”
“Never,” spoke the inhuman Darth with the iciest tone. He then flared up his weapons and diced the messenger into several pieces.