SithLore

A quick run of a comb through the hair. A scrubbing of the face. The best clothes she could manage out of her closet in her old bedroom. Emic floated through the house as if by autopilot. For all its rage and flashing of blasters, the decision to leave the Sith was an easy one once the illusion bega...

Emic looked to the center of Malidris, where the Imperial command center struck toward the sky like lightning and made ants of the Zabraki’s hard works. Their shallow human bodies bathed in the wealth they did not build but flayed from the backs of aliens. And they took the Iridonian for everything ...

The ground floor lounge was where Nana Lai could be found. Kerris I was the matriarch of the Lai clan for going on 70 years. Three generations had called her grandmother, and still she was kicking around. Emic let the door slide open, leading only to the barrel of a blaster waving from across the ro...

The idle mumbling of a shuttle’s passenger bay was poor music, and her datapad ran out of juice seven hours ago. While she had been placed next to a friendly, and somewhat charming, Aqualish, she couldn’t bear to speak to anyone the whole trip. She had left the Seldom Quiet in the docking bay of som...

In from the disgusting rain, climbing with a grunt through the window, was the soaked face of the Zabrak. The first thing she did was take off her combat suit, down to her undergarments. The second thing she did was try to find any way to wash the Hutta goo off of herself. She found that there was e...

However, I’ve yet to see the proper induction within the Sith for you to truly have a say here this day. Tread lightly for this matter will conclude with or without your affirmation. No, this pretender was wrong. The Sith was a path for all, and to succeed meant to break your chains. She was the su...

Maro’s holocommunicator went off in the hangar. The little blue man said, in an urgent tone, “Lieutenant Commander, the Imperials are jumping out from hyperspace!” Emic looked to Maro, who returned her gaze, seeking her go-ahead. “Your time’s come, Maro. Launch the fighters.” With the press of a but...

Luce stepped outside onto the balcony, calling down to the Kings below. “We’ve been redeployed to the Reach. Pack it up!” Emic rose to her feet, stretching her arms free of the stiffness of standing in one place too long. “You heard the lieutenant, rally on the Quiet!” Within moments, the Kings were...

The Spire was a death sentence for most. Fingers worked to the bone for the warforge of the Sith Empire. Each prisoner kept in a barren cell, to wait for a next meal that would likely never come. Slave food-- pure calories just to keep them alive. Her footsteps clacked down barren corridors, as the ...

The small fleet’s command vessel was an underwhelming transport, dubbed the West March. Her lovely commander, a young but dedicated lieutenant commander named Maro Manu. Poor thing, Emic thought to herself, as she appreciated how handsome he looked in his dress grays. He doesn’t even know he’s never...