Vlac VII……
Je Ron Fiod a human male with a powerful build and commanding presence hid aboard a small refugee transport. The aroma of the cargo sickened him, he felt as though his stomach was twisting and wrenching from the utter disgust of the smell. He stood dizzily as he felt the ship come to an abrupt halt as it forcibly landed.
As the cargo bay doors opened a young Zabrak male looked up with oddity at Je Ron, he looked down upon him a weak pathetic excuse for life. Je Ron felt an overwhelming feeling of rage, but moved on using a bit of the Force to confuse the young Zabrak.
His long maroon and black chain mail robes drug behind Je Ron as he walked. Woven with cortosis they were quick rare and expensive, though mainly for show because of the low content of cortosis in the mail it wouldn’t last long against any weapon.
The Sith had grown weak and decadent in the absence of a powerful ruler, many had come and gone and few were left. Recon, Malice, Syndrell, and Revan had all come and gone what became of them was unknown. At his side was a holocron of his very own accounting for his experiments with the Force.
The small grey trinket was not a multi-comprehensive database like many Sith Master’s were, but it contained his personal thoughts and eye witness accounts of the Darkside. Je Ron was a determined man to create an Empire Reborn. But to do this he would need resources, followers, and a Fleet, most off all a fleet. But no matter the cost there would be an Empire Reborn…….
Je Ron Fiod a human male with a powerful build and commanding presence hid aboard a small refugee transport. The aroma of the cargo sickened him, he felt as though his stomach was twisting and wrenching from the utter disgust of the smell. He stood dizzily as he felt the ship come to an abrupt halt as it forcibly landed.
As the cargo bay doors opened a young Zabrak male looked up with oddity at Je Ron, he looked down upon him a weak pathetic excuse for life. Je Ron felt an overwhelming feeling of rage, but moved on using a bit of the Force to confuse the young Zabrak.
His long maroon and black chain mail robes drug behind Je Ron as he walked. Woven with cortosis they were quick rare and expensive, though mainly for show because of the low content of cortosis in the mail it wouldn’t last long against any weapon.
The Sith had grown weak and decadent in the absence of a powerful ruler, many had come and gone and few were left. Recon, Malice, Syndrell, and Revan had all come and gone what became of them was unknown. At his side was a holocron of his very own accounting for his experiments with the Force.
The small grey trinket was not a multi-comprehensive database like many Sith Master’s were, but it contained his personal thoughts and eye witness accounts of the Darkside. Je Ron was a determined man to create an Empire Reborn. But to do this he would need resources, followers, and a Fleet, most off all a fleet. But no matter the cost there would be an Empire Reborn…….