Coruscant - The Death of the Republic (ALL READ)

[TO ALL SITH PARTICIPATING IN OPERATION DEADLOCK - MAKE YOUR POSTS NOW]

"It is seven P.M. Galactic Standard Time, and the inner rim has finally been clear of the Magnetic Storm. Traffic is normal, and hyperspace travel is at its peak. We are about to go live to the Senate for an important announcement... though, the Supreme Chancellor and half of the Senate are not there. This has left us confused, but... wait... this just in, the announcement is broadcasting live."

The holonet switches live to a scene in the Galactic Senate, with dead senators everywhere. Some are crushed beneath the podiums, while another was impaled through a chair. Several people had large gashes in them from some kind of blade, with their blood pouring out amid their spilled internal organs. One man was decapitated, and several others were obviously struck by blunt force trauma from being flung about by the Force. There were burnt sections of the walls, where explosions had gone off, and sparks still flying from broken electrical wires. "Oh my God..." the news anchors were whispering, as the holonet switched to a mere boy, a hood over his face. Two gleaming eyes stared out, unblinkingly, from beneath the hood, while a skeletal jawline twisted into a wretched smile. "Good evening, Galaxy." the boy began, his voice quiet, yet full of a bestial strength.

"As you are going to become rapidly aware, your dear Supreme Chancellor is dead, with the rest of the Senate soon to follow. Do not mourn for them... for their deaths will mark the beginning of a new era. With their blood shall come forth the dawn of a time of peace, prosperity, justice, and a stronger infrastructure..."

The boy raised his eyes, now looking straight into the camera. "Look around you. Look at the disarray and chaos this Galaxy has befallen. Your Jedi have abandoned you. Your Supreme Chancellor does not care for you, and political corruption has been running rampant. These days are over... the Sith have returned, once more.

As of this message, the Sith now rule the Galaxy. Your armies at Kuat are now destroyed, and are under our control. The political influence of the Galactic Banking Clan is now uprooted. The Senate and the Supreme Chancellor are no more. Your Republic is destroyed... the Sith Empire is now all you will ever know. This Galaxy is ours. Those who do not share our optimism... get out now."

With that, the message ends.

Malas sat and watched as the Dark Lord of the Sith cast out his message to the galaxy. The souls of a trillion beings trembled as the young man proceeded, making clear his manifesto. It was the end of an era where the Sith were few and the Jedi were less, where the scars of Darth Sicarius's own reigns had run so deep that they never seemed to heal. Now was a new golden era for the force, not just the Sith.

Malas was in a chair with a dead woman leaning on his shoulder. He had his arm around her as if she were his date at a cinema, and carressed her hair o'so gently. His face was serene, like his female companion, and he sat facing his DarkLord.

Malas had seen the Sith truly evolve over the last decades, he had watched it transform into a raging beast that consumed everything before it, until finally dying itself. Everyday he watched things get worse and worse, causing him to lose contact with the galaxy. However, now he was home again with his Brothers, no matter how much he differed from modern Sith.

"Good."

Belial nodded, as the Holonet switched off. He reached up, and lowered his hood. He turned towards Malas, and spoke quickly, as if in a hurry. "There will be resistance at first. The loss of their precious liberty, along with their misplaced faith in the Jedi, will drive them to take a stand, short lived as it may be. You are the only person I trust to do a better job at keeping the dogs on a leash than myself."

Belial turned towards the carnage behind him, the dead Senators lining the halls like broken tapestry. "This Galaxy is now yours, Lord Malas. I hope that you will do a better job at keeping the pieces on the board than this lot... let it be known, though, that the Sith are independent from your Empire. Though our faith in the Dark Side is parallel to each other, we are not your servants to order about as these mindless maggots. Regardless, the Sith Armada is yours to command... Commandant Gagne is the greatest military leader I have met thus far, and he shall serve you well. I will keep the Serpentine as my flagship, but the remaining eleven World Devastators are yours."

With that, Belial hit the button to lower the Chancellor's Pulpit to the office below. "Rule well... Emperor Malas."

((POST CLOSED))