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Post by Darth Decivus on Feb 12, 2020 2:14:31 GMT -5
The Sub-Lieutenant monitoring the transmission continues adjusting the settings, hoping to clear up the chatter and other background noise. To his surprise, voices, far more clear now, begin coming through. The Imperial listens to the message intently. His eyes narrow at the mention of the Exchange.
"Trooper, go and inform Lord Decivus that he is needed back on the bridge!" the Sub-Lieutenant says hurriedly, immediately pressing his attention back to the transmission in case more came through.
Decivus rises from a crouching position, holding onto a single trinket - a necklace that Decivus knew indeed belonged to Parha. His fingers tighten around the carved object hanging off the old chain; it was the carving he had given to Parha when they were children. Years ago, when they both were enslaved to Kujja the Hutt, they had met and formed a friendship. Of course, as they grew older, that friendship became genuine love. When Sije Paris, the Dark Jedi who found and freed Decivus from the Hutt, was to take him, Decivus made this carving for Parha - both as something for her to remember him by, and as a promise that he would return for her.
He kept his word.
He returned for her years later, and took Parha and her father from the Hutt by force. And for a time, Decivus put aside his ambitions for power and tried to live a normal life with Parha. They married, and took up residence in a modest home on New Alderaan. To help pay off some of Parha's father's debts, Decivus took up a job as part of a crew of smugglers. Well, unofficially smugglers. Most of their work was legitimate. Still, forces at play worked against him. Parha's father's gambling habits came back to hurt them, getting the elder Twi'lek killed, and Parha taken.
He spent five years looking for Parha, and when he found her, Decivus tried to keep her with him as he worked to gain influence and power. But his efforts eventually led to the Sith, and that in turn... led to Parha's death. Thinking about this makes Decivus grit his teeth hard as his anger surges into full on fury. The lights in the room flicker, and the glass cracks as Decivus struggles to control his rage.
Not only had he lost her, but he lost a child as well. Parha had been killed while pregnant. At this reminder, a horrific, cold stab runs through Decivus' heart, and the young Sith could bear it no longer. Decivus rocks on his feet, holding the necklace against his chest as tears roll down his face, despite his earnest efforts to stop them. The agony of her loss and the loss of his unborn child swirl like a tornado in his stomach, making him feel sick. Decivus, unable to hold it in any longer, screams. He screams a truly blood curdling scream, unable to control the sudden ripple of the Force that tears through the room, shattering bunks and obliterating anything not built into the walls. But even the walls themselves buckle against the torrent of Decivus' anguish.
He screams, shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming, and slams his free fist against the floor with a thunderous thud. Anguish of having lost them, and guilt of having considered sacrificing them for his rise to lordship in the Sith Order, pour out of the man. Were it not for the terrifying power he unleashed in the room, it would be a pitiful sight to behold.
Outside the room, the troopers that had flanked the door, shake off a sudden daze - they had been thrown suddenly against the opposite wall without warning. Once they were able to shake it off, the troopers worriedly stare into the room as another trooper runs down the hall towards them. They stop the oncoming trooper, all of them perplexed by this sudden, unexplained behavior of their Supreme Commander. The troopers, not wanting to get killed in some hapless mistake, decide it best to wait for their Lord to calm down and come to his senses again.
To their horror, the hallway seems to begin to shudder, like a tremor that cuts through land would. The shock troopers, fearing for their safety and lives, slowly back away from the doorway as Decivus rises to his feet. His fists tighten with as much strength as the Sith could muster, his command of the Force causing the room and hallway to quake as he struggles to regain control of his state of mind. He loved Parha with every fiber of his being, and no matter how he tried to let go - every time he was reminded of her, he simply couldn't.
Her killers suffered a terrible fate, but theirs was a relatively quick death. He should have kept them alive. He should have tortured them for information. He should have tortured them for as long as their bodies could withstand before giving out. Instead, he gave them mercy when they did not deserve it. Decivus' yellow eyes burn with the Dark Side as his hatred grows ever greater still.
He holds the necklace up to his forehead, closing his eyes.
"There will be no shortage of suffering for them, my love." Decivus whispers, but there is a violent, evil growl to his voice. "The Hutts... whoever sent those assassins... AND the Sith... I will wipe them ALL from the Galaxy..."
Yes... there was no doubt in Decivus' mind that it was the other members of the Sith who had sent those who killed Parha. Which Sith, was the only unknown. Vor Essen? Perhaps as a message. Valkess? Perhaps to rip his new apprentice from any bonds that would interfere with his plans. The failure called Sevoro? Revenge for his defeat, perhaps. Darth Pernicious? He had taken Darth Convicta away from that Sith as his own apprentice, to some extent.
One thing was certain - they would all be punished. There was no room for allowing even a modicum of a chance for Parha's true killer to escape his fiery wrath. He would burn the galaxy to get at them, and any and all who stood in his way would perish as well. Even the Empire was a tool to this end. He would use the power of the Sith, of the Dark Side, to annihilate the rest of the Sith in the galaxy.
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