King_Uniform
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"I remember nothing of my beginnings. All I can remember...are the screams. The screams that I hear at night, when I close my eyes,"
"What do they...sound like?"
"Scared. They sound...scared. They remind me of who I was..."
"You're not like that now. Not here, not now...and not with me. With me, you're different...and I love that...I love YOU,"
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Fear, always has a face. Whether it be a person, an action, or even an object. It ALWAYS has an avatar, through which it can not only act, but spread out of as well. In the days of the Old Republic, the Sith Empire, was that face. They burned half the known Galaxy, inflicting chaos, destruction, and death, at an uncontrolled rate. Only the bravest souls dared resist them. But at the end of it all, even those very few brave warriors, all met their ends, at the hands...
Of Darth Mortalus...
Mortalus was nothing but the Emperor's personal attack dog, who was sent to deal with any sort of problems that arose in the Sith Empire. Traitors, spies, infiltrators, they all fell at the Sith Lord's blades, and Mortalus never batted an eye. At just fifteen years old, Mortalus answered only to the higher ups in the Empire, serving their will and acting on their behalf in whatever way was needed.
But as any fool with a brain knows, Sith...do not share power. They crave it for themselves, and let their passion control them like an unseen leash.
So what would happen, if the Dark Council, acting on the Sith Emperor's orders, attempted to dispose of Mortalus? What would happen if that attempt failed, and resulted in...something unforeseen happening? What would happen, if Darth Mortalus, the personal attack dog of the Sith Emperor...found himself in the era of the Clone Wars?...
Most legacies tend to be ones that are intended to be lived up to, but the legacy Mortalus on his back, is a little more...Crimson, in both colour...and weight...
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