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Post by Shaman Chill on Apr 25, 2013 21:08:27 GMT -8
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Lady San Zabar Horica
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Post by Lady San Zabar Horica on Jul 22, 2013 18:04:48 GMT -8
Lady San turns away from the decorative window overlooking the Meditative Canyons, her gaze focuses upon the rigid form of her youngest son, Aasim Horica. Mere 14 years old, and apprenticed to one the favored Sith Lords in San's Court, the High Lord Terek Rossi. The dark haired teen bowed in respect to his Mother, and began his report. His voice was similar to his father's, the infamous Lord Valstrol.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 4, 2014 14:22:56 GMT -8
The Red Star did not hesitate in where it was going. The pilot of this vessel knew the planet and everything about it. In fact, the ship was on a mission since its pilot felt a presence in the Force come back to the living world. As if the presence had been asleep for many years. The transport flew onto a landing pad and dropped down. The engines cutting immediately upon landing.
Security personnel approached the craft as the ramp lowered, which revealed a towering figure covered in the trappings of the Dark Side. A Sith humanoid by his appearance. Before the personnel could speak, the Sith raised his gloved hand, revealing a symbol in his palm. The symbol of the former Horica Sovereign Empire and the royal dynasty. The personnel didn't need to speak, all they did was kneel before the Sith, knowing immediately who he was; the former Emperor and Dark Lord of the Sith, Valstrol Horica.
With the security detail verified, the Sith then turned his gaze at the palace. His crimson eyes examined the palace for a moment before he moved swiftly into the complex. Valstrol needed to verify that the presence felt was who he thought it was. Could she have returned? Was it truly her? The Sith had to be certain.
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Lady San Zabar Horica
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Post by Lady San Zabar Horica on Sept 4, 2014 14:54:57 GMT -8
*Lady San had just received updated logs of each of her children. Their locations, missions success or failure. and their own attempts at ruling their set division in the Ambrian Empire. *
*Lady San felt a prickling run down her spine, Her attendants did not react as she waved them away. A smile fleeted across her face, and that was quickly subdued.*
'Have the Horica stateroom prepared. No one is to interrupt!"
*San departed the office, heading directly to the stateroom.*
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Lady San Zabar Horica
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Post by Lady San Zabar Horica on Sept 4, 2014 15:13:02 GMT -8
*Lady San felt a surge of Dark Side energy flow through her ageless form, she casually discarded her royal cloak, choosing in its stead a more practical one. Her force sense told her that this presence was a being of well tuned and controlled dark side energy. The unique ancient sith genes in her body had reacted, as she had noted a red sheen beginning to emerge. With concentration her appearance regained its marble like nature. A hiss escaped her lips.*
"I sense the nearness of one I thought long gone from this Galaxy, one who had sought the Unknown Regions. I have kept myself hidden as well, it is time to begin what this Galaxy needs."
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 4, 2014 15:26:43 GMT -8
The Sith looks around for a moment as he pauses in the hallways. He senses something moving towards a room nearby. A familiar presence. Valstrol walked towards the double doors and pushed them open, walking right into the Horica Stateroom. The room was aligned with portraits dating back to the HSE's days of glory and of predecessors too, such as the Ronove Order. His gaze looks around the room, watching for signs of movement. She was here, the Sith could feel it.
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Lady San Zabar Horica
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Post by Lady San Zabar Horica on Sept 4, 2014 16:18:54 GMT -8
*Lady San turned her gaze and scanned the various collections that decorated this stately room. Her heart swelled with pride at all her accomplishments, at the history not even known by mere mortals. Insignificant mortals, but still instruments whom needed to be ruled, directed and punished, least they become haughty. Her nostrils flared, she strode past several collections, finally stopping, becoming rigid. She gazed upon a magnificent figure, surging with darkness, held restrained by the need to see his descendants.*
"Nothing could prepare me for such a portrait of unique male sith warrior, a leader by right and king by birthright. Your sith alchemistry gave me the body I yearned for, forever a Queen."
*Valstrols gaze lingered upon her pale complexion.* *Lady San was of the type that years apart was of no matter.* "Welcome Home Lord Valstrol, your form pleases me, and your children will be honored to serve you." *She sensed his desire to meet their offspring, and silently she sent a call for them to come to the Palace.*
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 4, 2014 16:31:21 GMT -8
Valstrol's gaze eyes the moving figure that soon appeared in full form as San Zabar. The two were once partners seeking greater goals, which eventually bore passion, a bond and children born from their passion. The Sith gazes upon the woman for awhile before speaking in response.
A form that almost got me killed, San. Your son, Vallen, thought I was impersonating the real Valstrol till he had to take DNA from my hand to confirm my words. I reminded him that this may happen in the future again. I only hope that there is more fortune in my renewal with this new body of mine.
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Lady San Zabar Horica
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Post by Lady San Zabar Horica on Sept 4, 2014 16:56:05 GMT -8
*Lady San knew that it was wise of Vallen to not trust what another Sith said, for they were known to be treacherous, conniving and misleading, wise tactics. She nodded in agreement, for Vallen would seek to slay any threat to his heritage.*
"What are your tastes in this incarnation Valstrol,? Will I call a public holiday?" *That was half jest, Ambria media used drones that picked up instant sensational news. Lady San permitted there use, in a transparent royal government. Well, as transparent as she permitted, *
"Walk with me Valstrol, you've traveled too long to remain in here. The outside training gardens, this way." *The force sensitive sithlings were being trained by older students. Lady San gestured and a solid wall slid open, revealing vast gardens, and in the distance an arena of sorts.*
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 4, 2014 17:10:38 GMT -8
You know me well enough that I dislike the media. This is a personal visit after all, I would rather keep it that way. Ever since the fall of the Empire, I would rather live a more quiet life than one full of the public's eyes.
Valstrol then follows San after a few moments of lingering in the stateroom. He follows the woman to a gardens which gazed upon a setup similar to any type of arena as well as vegetation. His eyes once more examine the area before they turned to San Zabar.
I take it that this is where the children train?
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Lady San Zabar Horica
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Post by Lady San Zabar Horica on Sept 5, 2014 17:38:32 GMT -8
*Lady San strolled casually towards the training arena. Guards remained rigid, their gaze set to the distance, gloved hands ready to use their weapons. Lady San felt the force thicken as it does when a Sith is anxious. She glanced at Valstrol, a slight smirk upon her face. *
"When were we last together Valstrol? Was it while Cygnus played mind games with our Empire, seeking military aide, all the while playing his own agenda games.? That is history now, a page in our existence, Ah, our children have let their force presence be known. Feel them Valstrol, your son Aasim, a man now, ready to be Master of his own Star Fleet. He stands nearly seven feet tall, and bears a resemblance to your former incarnation."
*Lady San indicated a form in the distance, practicing lightsaber forms with the older students. Aasim pressed the students hard , shoving them aside when displeased. Aasim noted his Mother, and the stranger with her, the darkness encompassing the visitor had pricked his attention. His Mother kept force sensitive outsiders away from the students and Palace grounds. Aasim strode towards them, his brown hair similar to his Father's, his facial features were as set in stone.*
"Aasim, the jewel of my heart Valstrol. He is twenty four, eager to be more than head of Planetary Defense Fleet."
*The students were being escorted back to the study chambers. Another figure departed that group, and walked eagerly towards them. Anastasia Horica, 30, a beautiful woman, had taken a break from the Department of Weapon Development, to check upon her cousins. Her long brown hair was swept into a high ponytail, and she was dressed in the light grey tunic worn by the student teachers. *
'Anastasia, a natural weapon expert. She is instrumental in applying her skills in updating long ranged weapons on board the Planetary Naval Fleet. She makes an excellent Fleet Commander, with a touch of bravado usually seen in Admirals twice her age. I take it as her natural ability."
*Lady San had taken part in many a Naval Battle, winning most, loosing a few. Perhaps Valstrol had come so his lineage could excel in their birthright. Their offspring had not taken to explore the Galaxy on their own, they were deep rooted in family protection. It was time to change that arrangement, not like Vallen or Rham. Their exploits in the dark side had the usual ramifications. Lady San did not indicate her other offspring, they did not matter to Valstrol, at this point."
"Anastacia, Aasim, this stranger, do you sense who this is?"
*Lady Sans tone was serious, but no danger emitted from the visitor. Although Mothers Cerean accent had thickened, not a familiar behavior. Aasim readied his weapon hand, in case this stranger had bewitched his Mother.*
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 5, 2014 17:53:27 GMT -8
The mention of Cygnus brought back old memories to Valstrol. San could sense his anger slightly heighten before slowly dissipating. He reaches into his belt, pulling out a badge of the Tarkin Family, the same one worn by Cygnus. After flashing it to San's visual, the Sith put it away.
The Tarkin Family is presumed dead, San. Raven, Malum, Cygnus and that ingrate Adolph are all dead. I have claimed what is rightfully mine, the Lordship of the Tarkin Household. I had just recently acquired it on Eriadu at the Estates.
Once that was spoken, the Sith fell silent. His ears listening to the status about their children, Aasim and Anastasia, the heirs of the late Horica Sovereign Empire. They must have grown up well, suspecting that San only told them of Valstrol's existence through stories and answers to their questions as children. They were only infants last he remembered.
The Sith pauses in his stride as two young adults stand before him, the products of passion and the heirs of an ancient bloodline. Aasim mirrored how Valstrol once looked before the cataclysm that scarred his old body and forced the Sith to create a new one. Whereas Anastasia looked like her mother as always. He quietly examines both children with a serious look upon his face. His eyes immediately flashing to the reaction by Aasim. The Sith's crimson eyes looking upon the boy. His son had guts it seems.
You even try to reveal your weapon, Aasim and it will be cut in half before you can use it. Your stepbrother, Vallen, almost committed the same action. Relax your weapon hand, you will need it for true foes, whether they are personal ones or not.
With that statement said, Valstrol calmly looks at the two.
Your memories of me must make you question why I look this way. As your mother has probably told you, I am a being of great power, enough power to defy death and ensure a long life to my name. I look to be slightly older than the both of you, but in reality, I am many thousands of years old. Despite what I may look like now, I am indeed your father...Lord Valstrol Horica. Use the force, my children, feel my spiritual essence and you will know it is me.
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Post by Lady San Zabar Horica on Sept 7, 2014 15:27:33 GMT -8
*Lady San gestured with her hands, and a mystic veil was lifted from the siblings. She had protected them all these years, until they were ready for their heritage. These were the seeds of Valstrols eternal reign, they would fortify whatever he orders. The two inhaled, as they realized their Father stood before him, majestic, strong and skilled in the dark side. Over millenia, he had ruled worlds and many peoples. The two knelt before their Father in honor. Anastasia, the elder, had a few memories of her Father, but he looked different then, more like her brother. *
"Aasim and Anastasia pledge loyalty to you Valstrol, and to your House. Do you accept them? "
*Lady San ignored the harsh desert rays, she was acclimated to the dry living conditions. Her Palace and the City near by were protected from the dryness, by state of the art irrigation system and climate controlled spheres, Her self induced isolation on Ambria had brought security for the past two decades. She kept her thoughts centered on the present, even as she sensed turbulence in the Darkside. Events were unfolding, in which dark side leaders would be needed, and bravery by many a Naval crew. As to whether he sought her assistance, she could not foretell. She would stand by Valstrol, if needed.*
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 8, 2014 14:44:59 GMT -8
Valstrol slowly glances at San as his two children bow to him as if he were some emperor. The Sit knew those days were long gone and would not return. Then his gaze turns to Aasim and Anastasia. He waves his hand upwards, indicating for them to rise.
Relax, my children, there are no wars to fight, no empire to rule, no subjects to keep in line. However, continue with your studies and training as if anything could happen. I want you to someday be the face of the Horica Family if something was to ever go wrong with your mother and I. Perhaps someday, we may once more sit upon the throne of an empire, but those ambitions are not priority.
The Sith then turns to San and calmly sighs as he walks away with her.
Do you have a meditation chamber somewhere? I may need it.
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Post by Lady San Zabar Horica on Sept 8, 2014 17:27:15 GMT -8
*Aasim amd Anastasia returned to their duties, willing to follow their parents into whatever was needed to protect the family. Lady San had taught them that loyalty was prime, that blood meant more than fidelity to any cause. As San strolled briskly alongside Valstrol, she indicated the Palace. *
'"There is a meditation chamber within my private suites that will serve your purpose. I had it rebuilt, for a more sensory experience. Remember our Chamber Valstrol? You spent many a day there. Your collections, though they may not interest this incarnation, still remain here. I often admire the intricacies of the ancient designs."
*Lady San snap her fingers and the armored guards opened the doors to her private suite. She accompanied Valstrol to the entrance way to the mediation chambers, its durasteel doors were decorated to appear like Ambrian natural wood. San traced the pattern of wood with the tip of a finger, her expression one of pride. *
"At your leisure Valstrol."
*Lady San left him at the entrance way, she strolled in the opposite direction. Adorning the outer room of the meditation chamber were artifacts that San had displayed, many of them Valstrols belongings, most were sentimental value, a few darkside talismans.*
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 8, 2014 17:57:35 GMT -8
Valstrol continues to look forward as San walked with him. He sighs lightly at the mention of his collections; most of which still remained buried on Alzoc III. Trinkets of a forgotten era. The Sith enters the room quietly, looking at the chamber that belonged to San. Valstrol turns to glance at San and nods thankfully before entering alone. Once the doors slide shut, the Sith enters the meditation chamber without another glance.
Once inside the solitude of the chamber, Valstrol released his energies in order to contain the insanity rising within his mind. Ever since reconnecting with his old form, it has brought about a flaw from his past. Unknown to all, even San, Valstrol had been raised and born on Tund. Upon reaching a certain age and being noted for his force abilities, the young Sith was taken in by the Sorcerers of Tund. While among them, he journeyed into depths of the Dark Side and the Force where few managed to go...but with it came a flaw in all Sorcerers and those who trained with them, a force-induced insanity. It had become harder to control ever since rejoining with his old form. The only time Valstrol could calm the rising madness was whenever he found solitude in a meditation chamber or in any place good for meditation.
Slowly the release of force energy subsided as the Sith slowly took meditation form. His mind concentrating as Valstrol sought to calm the madness within him.
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Post by Lady San Zabar Horica on Sept 10, 2014 17:48:10 GMT -8
*Lady San retired to her private office suite. Drisk, her protocol droid had prepared the reports that she needed. This was the Empress at work, guiding the planetary affairs, untouchable, unknowable by the majority of her subjects. Her reach was intangible, but real. Fortunes were made and lost due to her manipulations. Normal peoples needed guidance, and strict rules. Without a strong hand, chaos ensued, and all would be lost to war. San thought of war for a moment, how it cleanses the lower beings from their base inclinations. Lesser being did not deserve autonomy, they were like idle children. San opened the digital portfoliio concerning the annual festivities at Lake Natth. Agabus Krall was dealing with this, and he did not disappoint. The prisoners he had chosen were the most despicable types, they would be fed to the Lake Natth Dragons. Afterwards, there would be a day Holiday, festivities across the planet.*
*Lady San closed that report, opening another concerning the testing of the planets three year olds, for force sensitivities. They would be brought to the training facility for further testing. Only a minority would be admitted to the academy, the remaining would be trained as soldiers from childhood. These families would be well rewarded for their sacrifice. San did not keep the childrens lineage hidden. As they came of age, they were permitted to visit their families. *
*After several more reports and approving orders of various types, she finally reached the end of the days work. Drisk had recorded all her immediate orders, and they were being accomplished at the moment. Drisk promptly brought her a glass of Vasarian brandy. She tilted the brandy to her lips, inhaling the aroma before tasting the excellent spirit. Ah, this was a fitting end to dry desk work. *
"Send off these last requests Drisk, I shall be in the Garden, exercising. If Valstrol is in need of anything, take care of it. Have the staff at his service,"
*San departed the offices, and visited her privater suite a moment to change clothing, before heading into the connected Gardens. Severn, her personal trainer, bowed and moved towards a sandy pit, in a far corner of the large Garden. San idly admired his muscular form, deliberately not reading his force aura. Those who would attempt to attack her knew very well how the Force works. So commenced the lesson, to bring him down with no saber. San preferred to keep fit this way, as assassins had to be dealt with in close quarters, on vessels, ships, in crowded situations. Of course, it had been years since any assassins had gotten near her, but that was no excuse not to practice. The Jedi would be thrilled to kill a trophy like her, much to their chagrin, For San knew who ruled the Galaxy, and it was not the political Jedi. It was the Sith and their minions across the vastness of space.*
"No wonder you succeed in your missions Severn. Are you sure you are not Mandalorian?"
*San ducked as he gave a sudden kick and spun away to avoid her returning strike. They continued the lesson, even as the hot Ambrian sun sunk into the horizon.*
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 14, 2014 14:09:33 GMT -8
Hours would past before Valstrol emerged from the meditation chamber. His body was sore, his mind drawn out. It had been yet another exhausting effort to calm his growing Force-induced madness. Calmly, the Sith exits the chamber and sits down on the bed nearby, rubbing his temple slowly. The madness was growing stronger and stronger, he would need to venture for Alzoc III or Korriban perhaps. One held ancient Sith knowledge while the other had his own notes; perhaps something forgotten that could help his hidden condition.
However, whereas people know that genius and madness are a part of the same coin and others see madness as a downfall, to Valstrol, it was a trait about him that brought out an unorthodox persona. A persona that granted the Sith new levels of strength and abilities. Yet Valstrol felt that he needed his sanity in order to do what was necessary and to ensure he could continue on his path. Perhaps, at a later time, the madness within him could be a worthy ally.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 13:23:17 GMT -8
On the wall of the primary assembly room, the emblem of the Remnant had been painted in gold, contrasting the crimson of the room. All over the palace, work was being done to transform the palace from a layer of the dark side into a palace. With tones turned from black into a more friendly marble scheme, with rugs and expensive marble covering the floors, it was worthy of an Emperor. However, the complex had been divided amongst the Knights, the Navy, the Army, StrykeForce, and the High Moff. With all of this, the planet began its transformation from an Adobe of the dark into an Imperial Stronghold.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 19:29:11 GMT -8
Things were progressing well. The main building had been completed. With the demolishing of the original palace came the discovery of several things. Namely a trove of Sith Artifacts. Storing it away in a vault was the course of action taken. The outside of the structure was completed, and the interior was being finished.
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