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short-wooloo · 3 years

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When did they rule the galaxy?

Its kind weird how so many SW eu (particularly legends) stuff just, doesn't seem to have followed what Lucas said about the Sith in rots (partially due to some of this material coming out even before tpm), specifically this bit by Palpatine (thanks @shadowaccio6181 for the image):

no bit of eu, legends or (current) canon, has established that the Sith were the rulers of the galaxy, they’ve certainly managed to build some large Empires, but they’ve never lasted, nor have they been total, or at least uncontested rulers, of the Galaxy

Lets go over them,

From the pre-rots content we have:

The Old/Original Sith Empire - This is the Empire which appears to have lasted the longest, at 6900 bby to 5000 bby, but by all accounts this seems to be the smallest of them, not really extending much outside the Stygian Caldera, let alone ruling the entire galaxy

Exar Kun’s Sith Empire - on paper this one seems to fit the bill, it was destructive, and managed to to take a lot of worlds, but that’s kinda it, for all the destruction this empire caused, it fell as quickly as it rose, lasting only from 3997 to 3996 bby, hardly a galaxy dominating/ruling power, more a band or marauders good a conquering, but less skilled in keeping their holdings

Darth Revan’s Sith Empire - established in 3959 bby, this technically was the vanguard of Vitiate’s Empire, but broke free and became it’s own entity, disregarding that, it was more successful than those who came before it, very nearly conquering the Republic and wiping out the Jedi, but while it was perhaps true that the Republic’s fall had been soon, this empire only controlled about a third of the galaxy at its height and soon broke when Revan turned back to the light and slew Darth Malak, with the remains descending into civil war, none of them strong enough to challenge the Republic, in short this empire came very close, but did not achieve galactic domination

New Sith Empire - aka the final Sith Empire, lasted from 2000-1000 bby, certainly a destructive empire, as its millennia long existence is considered to be a dark age of galactic history, even causing a technological regression on the galactic scale, but in spite of their “accomplishments” this Sith Empire was not able to achieve true galactic domination, throughout it all the Jedi and Republic persisted, resisting, and always maintaining its core territory, not to mention that this was not a single continuous empire, going through several different phases and states, that and the Sith’s frequent infighting and/or fragmentation means that this Empire only really achieved stalemate with the Republic and Jedi before being destroyed for good

and from post-rots we have:

Vitiate’s Empire - founded from the remnants of of the old Sith Empire in 4999 bby, this is the one that perhaps comes closest to Sidious’ claim, but even so, it did not rule the galaxy, this empire, while pretty much the only one to actually beat the Republic and Jedi in a war, did not achieve galactic dominance, instead rather a state of equilibrium and a cold war, competing with the Republic but never overcoming it, and eventually dissolving/fragmenting by 2000 bby

maybe new canon will eventually establish some period where the Sith are undisputed rulers of the galaxy (likely pre-foundation of the Republic)

and per George Lucas’ words, their downfall will not come from war with the Jedi, but from their own infighting, greed, and selfishness

#star wars #sith #george lucas #jedi #palpatine #sheev palpatine #darth sidious #revenge of the sith #star wars eu #wooloo-writes #wooloo writes

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certified-anakinfucker · 2 years

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HI MADZ for you, you get a newer one i'm still brainstorming out hehe

it may not be as long but, once again it'll be under the cutttttt

(send me a book emoji and i'll giiiiive you a daydreamed story of mine!)

i cant find a good gif so please have a semi-related image of my sith pureblood acedae, a dark jedi from the old republic hell-bent on bringing down the order as revenge from taking her away from her father and the royalty she was to inherit

so as you know. i like to steal canon characters that were created and either wasted or WASTED wasted. this one involves dama montalvo. and while i'm still on the fence about whether or not master cei vookto died, dama's outcome is semi-the same: he's reassigned to a new master. but not mundi. because mundi is a fucking awful thing. he gets assigned to a mirialan shadow named itezh ussa, and they're quite connected with jupso and pava and the whole lineage.

poor dama. born 40 bby, making him just younger than anakin - he's the residential emo, especially after the incident on lianna. he was always a bit of a recluse, not too much so to be concerning but enough that it was a lasting reputation.

and what do recluses do? wander reclusive areas. more importantly, they're able to spot other recluses.

because dama has been seeing shadowy, robed and silent figures roaming the back halls of the temple where he typically likes to wander around. long story short, he naturally follows these figures down into a network of seemingly-forgotten tunnels running deeper and deeper underneath the jedi temple.

he's being saturated with so much innate darkness. a darkness that hungers, that even starves. a darkness that feeds as much as it craves to be fed. necessary and just, but advantageous.

he's found his way into the temple of sith purebloods who safeguard their history right under the jedi's noses. catacombs of artifacts like holocrons and stone tablets, shards of monuments, lightsabers and weapons. testaments to their forgotten home of korriban out in the stygian caldera. to THEIR sith empire, not whatever palpatine thought he was doing.

the purebloods really don't give a shit about dama; they're more amused and curious than anything else. he'd been intercepted before by massassi (brutes) guards and he pressed past them. so he had a right to look at whatever he wanted.

i'm not sure how the rest of this story progresses, but i just like the idea of dama unintentionally earning the respect of the sith purebloods and even befriending a couple of them DJHFSJKDHFJSKHD dama being walked through the temple flanked by hooded kissai (priests)

#cheeri's ocs #cheeri writes #cheeri's asks #dama's just a real dude sometimes and i love him #imagine being agemates with anakin mcfucking skywalker and youre just an emo about it

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lawful-evil-novelist · 2 years

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Thinking about how even in the actual lore the Sith Empire not only set loose invasive species on Korriban but aggressively colonized Dromund Kaas, the greenest place in the Stygian Caldera, and Force-nuked Ziost, meaning they environmentally fucked over at least two of the Red Sith homeworlds, if not three.

Yeah, I’m still mad.

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captainmazzic · 4 years

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From the top:

Darth Falar, given name Brioggh. A Gryphon.

Jedi Sundr Breo, of MedCorps. A Firrerreo.

Darth Lochium, given name Sargus. A Lupr’or.

Darth Refello, given name Geron. A Reigat.

Darth Fractus, given name Ra-Khesh. A Chakrata.

Darth Gravatus, given name Zhah’dahn. An Er’stacian.

A couple thousand words of worldbuilding below the cut, because I cannot leave well enough alone. All of the details about planets and species are canon. I really enjoy working within the creative framework that canon provides, just to see how much I can flesh out a few casual throwaway mentions like offhand planet and species names.

Umber Legion is an elite division of the Sith Empire’s war machine, not beholden to the typical rank structure of the rest of the Imperial military. It is made up almost entirely of Sith, with only a few non-Force-sensitive officers that function as the occasional assistant or messenger. The Legion’s formation began with the disappearance of the Sith Emperor. It did not take long for the Dark Council to capitalize on the absence of their supposed ruler, and they desired an immensely powerful fighting force that did not hold loyalty to just the singular personage of the Emperor. Originally designed to be at the beck and call of the entire Dark Council and their favoured advisors, Umber Legion’s primary purpose was to perform lightning strikes in overwhelming numbers. They were a force that was intended to be used as a last resort – a trump card for particularly difficult and hairy situations. Hand picked for being large, intimidating, intelligent, and efficient, each warrior within Umber Legion is assigned to a smaller squad called a Guard. Unusual for Sith, each Guard works as a team, a fluid unit that works together seamlessly to achieve their objective. Each Guard does the same within Umber Legion itself, so attuned to each other that their battle plans are nearly flawless. They hardly ever lose a member, and when they do retribution is swift. It was this unity and solidarity that began to make many members of the Dark Council nervous. Though their loyalty to the Empire was never in question, just the fact that these incredibly powerful Force-wielding warriors could coordinate and achieve victory even in the face of almost certain defeat was enough to make the more paranoid members of the Council rethink their decision to maintain Umber Legion. Unbeknownst to the rest of the Council – and while Darth Marr was distracted with the extraction of Isotope-5 on Makeb – these paranoid Council members ordered Umber Legion to the ruined world of Kalsunor. Long abandoned, Kalsunor was the home of swarms of sithspawn Silooth, the descendants of the horde that the Sith Empire of ancient past had unleashed when the native populace of the planet proved too stubborn to conquer any other way. The Dark Council members’ reasoning for sending Umber Legion there was the interception and decoding of encrypted transmissions, signifying that the Republic was intending on sending a great force to punch their way through the Stygian Caldera and conquer Kalsunor, thus establishing a beachhead deep within the borders of the Sith Empire. The potential for such an attack could not be ignored. So these paranoid Council members hoped to kill two proverbial birds with one stone, and sent Umber Legion to defend the area. Umber Legion was deployed and fought valiantly, keeping much of the battle in space around the Kalsunor System. But even they could not stem the tide of the battle, and the Republic’s overwhelming forces beat them almost into retreat. From the comfort of their towers on Dromund Kaas, the paranoid Council members could see from the reports that the fight was a lost cause. But they would not end the skirmish without achieving at least one of their objectives. Umber Legion’s demise was sealed when the entire Legion was ordered planetside to continue the fight. There, they had not only the Republic forces to deal with, but the ravenous Silooth as well. And not only that, but the Council members simultaneously ordered a full retreat of all the rest of their forces – leaving Umber Legion to fend for themselves between the blasters and lightsabers of the Republic, and the tooth and claw of the Silooth. Yet the universe occasionally doles out small favours. The Silooth attacked indiscriminately, and the groundside Republic forces were hit just as hard as Umber Legion. As the Republic saw Umber Legion’s numbers dwindling alongside them, they also saw the full retreat of the rest of the Imperial forces. They prudently declared a hasty victory, and withdrew from the planet’s surface. Leaving only a token force of starships in orbit around the Kalsunor System’s star, they returned to the safety of their borders to announce to the galaxy their temporary success.

But meanwhile, there were survivors below.

The Oculus Guard of Umber Legion was not the largest unit within its numbers, but it was one of the most effective. Led by a Gryphon named Darth Falar, he is the namesake of the Guard’s moniker and one of the first Sith recruited into Umber Legion. His own homeworld has been steeped in intertribal warfare since time immemorial, and he has come to consider the entire Sith Empire as an extension of his tribe. Eventually this included the mysterious Shadow Imperium. He is eloquent by nature, and has often been a spokesperson and orator for the causes he believes in. He is also a strong and fearless leader, charismatic and demanding respect. Through his resilience and leadership some of his Guard survived on Kalsunor, though their numbers have been whittled down to five – Darth Falar himself, and four others. Darth Gravatus is an Er’stacian, and like his close friend Falar, his own people have been locked in warfare since long before written records could make note of its beginning. Disgusted with the reasoning behind his people’s endless battles, he left his homeworld to find a cause worth fighting for. He found it in the Sith Empire and, like his friend Falar, the Shadow Imperium within it. Unlike Falar however, he is not known for being eloquent. Like all Er’stacians, the clicks and guttural resonances from his species’ trachea affects his speech, and his Basic is peppered with sounds of k’chuk and k’tik. While not particularly ashamed of his speech patterns, he is well aware that it can make him difficult to understand so he tends to leave the talking to others. The concept of honor and valor are powerful driving forces behind his actions, and despite the way he left his homeworld he still retains some strong religious holdovers from his people’s culture. Another refugee from his own homeworld, Darth Lochium is a Lupr’or who fled his dying planet that was slowly being choked to death in the wake of unregulated technological development. He usually prefers to go by his given name of Sargus. Rather than set out in ships with others of his species to find new worlds to colonize, Sargus left on his own and used the Force to guide him. He is a natural at blind navigation, and although his explorations through deep space were not assisted by navicomputer, he arrived within the Sith Empire and easily pinpointed the central hub of its activity. After landing undetected on Dromund Kaas, he lived in the jungles and swamps of the planet while observing the Sith around him. When he felt certain this was where he belonged, he revealed himself to the Sith and rapidly rose through their ranks. Stubborn yet thoughtful, Sargus tends to keep his own council and relies on no one but himself. Yet he values relationships with others highly, as he was forced to cut off everything he used to love when he left his people. He disdains the use of high technology when one has other options available, and has a particular distaste for droids. Darth Refello is a Reigat that embraces almost all of the stereotypes of his species. He is quiet and a loner, and prone to fits of rage if pushed too far. If it hadn’t been for his near-fanatical loyalty to Darth Falar for saving his life, he would never have willingly joined in any sort of team effort, much less one as intensive as Umber Legion. But Umber Legion is where Darth Falar is, and where Falar is, that is where he goes as well. He almost always goes by his given name of Geron instead of Refello, to the point where sometimes he forgets to respond if called by his Darth name. Despite his anti-social tendencies, he has adjusted well to being in Oculus Guard. Being as it is made up of Sith who share the inclination to be relatively level-headed, observant, and respectful of space, Geron finds it easy to get enough alone time to be happy. Still, he is usually the one to first volunteer for long night watches, extended hunting trips, or anything else that requires long solitary stretches of focus and time. Darth Fractus is the Sith least like the others of Oculus Guard. Sarcastic and witty, he has a tendency to be a little too mouthy and has little respect for authority just for authority’s sake. An individual has to earn his respect before he will give it, and he is perfectly willing to come to blows if anyone takes offense at his words or deeds. Despite this, he has worked with Umber Legion and Oculus Guard for so long that everyone in it is used to the way he works, and any due respect has already long been earned. His appearance is one that is hardly ever seen in the galaxy – his red skin has been ceremonially scarred and tattooed, and when combined with his glowing violet eyes many people assume he is some sort of hybrid between a Pureblood Sith and a Chiss. In reality Fractus is a Chakrata, an enigmatic species of unknown origins that few have encountered and practically no one knows anything about. Fractus enjoys this aura of mystery, and has no inclination to dispel it. There aren’t even any remaining records of how he came to be within the Sith Empire – only that he is there, he is loyal, and he is powerful. There had been other members of Oculus Guard, but none of them survived the onslaught of Silooth, the attack of the Republic, and the shockwave of the crashed capital ship. At first unbeknownst to Oculus Guard, however, there had been one other survivor, just not a Sith – a Firrerreo Jedi by the name of Sundr Breo. While no longer a padawan, he technically isn’t even a knight. His connection to the Force is limited to a very few unique abilities. He was a combative and stubborn student, but despite his disposition and carnivorous nature he was a poor fighter and never learned how to wield a lightsaber, nor ever built one. Instead, his natural Firrerreon ability to heal was augmented by the Force, enabling him to transfer his considerable regeneration talents to others through direct physical contact. He was considered a prime candidate for the MedCorps, and it was there that he was sent when it was clear he would never pass the Jedi trials. Already frustrated with the Jedi for disallowing his fiercely independent nature to thrive, Sundr became further jaded in MedCorps. While allowed more freedom as a “washout”, the resulting small insights on what life would be like if he had never become a Jedi only served to expound his bitterness. As the cold war dragged on and he grew into adulthood, he learned to work within the system he found himself in. His resentment found very little fuel in everyday life, and it denatured into a more easy-going apathy. Still, Sundr harbored a desire to leave the Jedi Order altogether, and when he reached his mid twenties he was about to approach them to do exactly that. But that’s when the half-hearted peace between the Republic and the Empire was shattered, and suddenly the Republic wanted every Force-sensitive they could find either on the front lines or otherwise helping the renewed war effort. Sundr’s request to leave was denied, and instead he found himself a battlefield medic. Usually confined far behind the line because of his lack of swordsmanship and combat experience, he made do for several years. His healing and regenerating capabilities were well-known at that point, and he had already found himself in high demand for particularly harsh battles. His resentment began to sprout again, but the rapid-fire way of life of jumping from one battlefield to the next kept him busy enough that he was too distracted to think on it deeply. But then Sundr received orders to the Kalsunor System, in anticipation of heavy fighting and even heavier casualties. At first it was just another battle, but then the fighting spread to the surface of the planet below. It was brutal. The Silooth made short work of almost every battalion sent down, and whatever they missed the Sith took the opportunity to attack and harass. Casualties were sky-high on both sides, and it wasn’t long before the Republic space forces announced their tenuous victory and hastily pulled out their remaining troops. But sometimes people get left behind. A capital ship, spiraling out of control and already in flames, crashed bow-first straight into the surface of the planet. The explosion and shockwave that followed were immense, and although the battlefield that Sundr was on was many kilometers away he still found himself bombarded with a rush of superheated air and flaming, falling debris. The fallout took its toll. Almost all the remaining ground troops from both sides were dead or dying. At the time of the crash, Sundr had been with one of the ground force’s unit commanders, crouched behind the handful of troops still remaining as they battled what was left of the elite Sith force of Oculus Guard. When the shockwave hit them, Sundr and all the others there were thrown skyward and blown back by the rush of compressed air and debris. Due to the intense battle coordination of Oculus Guard, they were able to sense the immediate danger and throw together a protective Force bubble around themselves, lessening the impact and – while certainly not without injury, and certainly not without knocking them all unconscious immediately thereafter – saving their lives. The Republic soldiers were not so lucky. They were killed to the last man, save for one Firrerreo Jedi. Sundr’s uncanny healing ability inherited from his species naturally kicked in the instant he was hit, and even though he was unconscious for several hours he managed to survive. When Sundr awoke, it was to the sound of a rough and unfamiliar voice calling to someone else he could not see. “Hey! We got a live one over here! He’s… I think he’s a Jedi.”

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TL;DR this is the Jedi and these are the Sith that occupy a "Jedi enjoys getting gang-banged by Sith” fantasy I daydream about 8D

#sith ocs #jedi ocs #sarc scribbles #sarc scrawls #hopefully I can make an actual story out of this lol #long post

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aniimvs · 3 years

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there was no mirth in his laugh, just a seething bubble of congealed pain that dripped from teeth into the caldera of his mask. metallic bliss stained his tongue in molten slivers. ren savored it as he peered at the gift still smoldering on the crest of his abdomen. the air tasted acrid with blaster discharge and it mocked him through the filters of his stygian face.

the traitor stood not far from him, weapon still hot in his hand. fn-2187. phasma's favorite. ren never forgot. he should've killed the man on jakku when he sensed that ignition of change. the knight cast it aside as festering turmoil, a waste of fn corps talent if the defect could be eliminated with reconditioning.

what a fool.

❝ you kill for the resistance, ❞ his laugh was a wet sort of pain. it slithered through his vocoder like an opulent hiss, disguising his ache as a hunger for more. ❝ but you fight like one of us. ❞

transmission for @mudwoven as finn

#⋞ starter ⋟ // the cycle anew.#⋞ verse ⋟ // unidentified.#mudwoven // 03.#mudwoven #mudwoven // finn #kylo: in other words your aim s u c k s #⋞ queue ⋟ // i will always be with you.

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i-am-all-the-jedi · 4 years

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Moved from here | @sonofonderon

Just as the sand on the horizon blended seamlessly, inconsequentially with the amber of the sky, the days blended into weeks, months, years. Three, and Rey no longer scratched the passing of each planetary cycle into the wall by her bed, letting the blur of passing time lull her into some semblance of contentment, reveling in the fact that she no longer counted, no longer watched, no longer waited. She couldn’t have said the precise amount of time if someone had asked her, and there was a kind of freedom in that, but after so long, her habits becoming rote, her routine becoming dull when there were no more malfunctions in the vaporator’s programming, when there was no further pages in her precious books to cover and no data entries left unexplored in the relics she discovered one day behind the loose brick of a room belonging once to a young Skywalker and Darklighter, she found herself wandering the wastes. Mapping terrain that had never been mapped, venturing further and further into the unknown in search of something even she couldn’t say.

A foray into the wilderness beyond the Station yielded nothing but silence, and further than that, deafening quietude that had Rey returning via swoop bike and flinging herself upon the bed in search of some kind of noise, even if were only the hum of the treadwell above her making its belated rounds. Calculating roughly based only upon the fact she’d been forced to shear her hair exactly three times in order to keep it in a rough semblance of the length she’d formerly kept it told the scavenger it had been three standard years since she’d come to the farm, since she’d sworn herself to a life of solitude. The comms were quiet in the kitchen, the device enabled, but receiving no transmissions. Finn, she knew, Poe, the others, they were living lives now, loving, working, having families, but when she looked into the future beyond the shattering of the dyad she’d once shared, Rey saw nothing but a blank. And a blank was easier to transliterate onto the desert wastes of her past than attempting to cram herself into a coupling that she could neither imagine nor navigate alone.

Alone. That was perhaps the operative word in each of her resolutions now, and that night lying in bed she chased sleep for the first time in months, fighting the stirring of words she didn’t want in her mind, an echo of something familiar and yet foreign. The force spoke to her still, that much she knew, but it was a gentle quiet, a magnetic urging that rarely took her beyond comfort, that never conflicted with her own inner desire and did not challenge a single iteration of her current life. This was different. And on the backs of aching eyelids she saw a crumbling edifice, flashes of foreign rock and sunken craters, and a stirring of something in her chest that had her rising, pressing her eyes shut to further bring the place into focus. A deep crypt with high sloped walls, carven figures guarding a sunken doorway, and then, in a singeing flash, a figure all of darkness and a heavy helm, someone she knew. A Knight of Ren, one she’d seen on Exegol, one who had fallen unmoving to the gravel and she’d thought no more of. He stood, fleeting in her mind’s eye, and only then did she tear herself from the vision. “I’ve finished with these things,” she breathed, into the deep blue shadow. “If you haven’t, that is not my concern.”

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Rey ought not to have been surprised when the voice in her own mind didn’t reply, at least not directly, but as the twin suns rose and she still hadn’t managed to eke out more than a few moments of rest, the flash of the images behind her gaze, the warmth of a blazing sun that were not Tatooine’s, she pressed her eyes shut and rose with a renewed purpose. It was out there, whatever it was calling to her, stirring that deep place inside that she’d laid to rest along with the sabers of the Skywalkers, or so she thought, tamped down and buried beneath layers of memory she’d much rather pull forward, of mundane life, of solitude, and forgetfulness. But she wasn’t fated to forget.

The x-wing wasn’t difficult to access, having billeted it in a hangar forgotten for decades, it seemed, and giving the proprietor a meagre few credits for his quiet and his cooperation, and Rey had given it one parting look that day, thinking to never again go off-world, never need it. It wasn’t until the oculus above the hangar opened, flooding the unit with light and glancing off the S-foils with their rotary actuators that she felt the tightness in her chest come, and the yearning for the stars. Three years had already been too long. She overrided the navicom’s requests once, then twice, before bringing the repulsorlifts on line and feeling the heady sensation of taking to the skies again at last, and closed her eyes, reaching out through the force for her heading, for that voice she had heard, the echo and response of what seemed like a thousand wordless voices. Perhaps it was dark and perhaps she should have known that such things didn’t come from the path of the light, but she followed it nevertheless, fueled by the hunger for something, anything to break the monotony and crippling loneliness that had seeped into her every pore.

She didn’t recognize the configuration of the foreign system until it appeared on her radars and the memory of a page in her precious relics came rushing back: the Stygian Caldera, the swirling nebulosity that guarded the world of the Sith, and the pull led her stronger and stronger past the Kamat Krote, and through the debris belts of the red Horuset sun. It was unmistakable, the valleys and edifices from her vision, and it wasn’t until she entered the atmosphere of the planet itself that she realized the radars of the old x-wing weren’t as faulty as she’d assumed. Other ships shared her same airspace, Destroyers and starfighters, TIEs and Xyston-class flagships from a manufacture even Rey didn’t recognize, angling her shields and dropping to the planet’s surface as quickly as possible to avoid the detection of whatever entity had amassed this motley force.

Words came to her on the hot wind, words she could not make out as the assembly seemed to disband, her eyes fixed on the entry that lingered in her mind even when she closed her eyes, guarded by two giant figures, the slanting edifice cast in shadow of the great sun’s setting, craters marking the ground and an eery wind beginning to rise as she lifted the canopy and walked toward the place, saber at the ready. Walking in the open, Rey fought the whelm of exposure that crawled down her spine, and clung to the modicum of relief that came with her entry to the ancient mausoleum, feeling the pull intensify, the swell within her mind pulse, strong, and compelling. In the pitch black, she lit her saber, hearing the hum of the ignition, guided by its light, and only then did she realize she stood at the base of a massive crypt, and above it, a shadowed figure which seemed to be of stone.

“Who is here,” she spoke at last, her voice echoing through the darkness and reverberating within her own skull, a wince coming then, through gritted teeth. “I can feel you in my mind from systems away. Show yourself.”

#sonofonderon #rey rp #tros spoilers

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gemsandowlsandstuff · 5 years

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couples in my next gen au under the cut

compiling cause that’s just who i am

(list definitely not complete)

Rarity x Applejack (RariJack)

Twilight Sparkle x Nonbinary!Ditzy Doo (Twuffins/TwiDoo)

Rainbow Dash x Maud Pie (MaudDash/RainbowMaud)

Pinkie Pie x Tempest Shadow (TempestPie)

Fluttershy x Gilda x Tree Hugger (TreeGildaShy)

Starlight Glimmer x Trixie Lulamoon (StarTrix)

Sunburst x Zephyr Breeze (ZephBurst)

Trans Boy!Scootaloo x Rumble x Spike (ScootaRumbleSpike)

Sweetie Belle x Button Mash (SweetieMash)(subject to change)

Celestia x Novo (NovoLestia)

Luna x Zecora (LunaCora)

Cadence x Shining Armour (ShiDance)(open relationship)

Demiboy!Flurry Heart x a changling I have to design (lol)

Trans Girl!Big Mac x Sugar Belle (SugarMac)

Limestone Pie x Lighting Dust (LightStone)

Trans Boy!Marble Pie x Trouble Shoes (MarbleShoes)

Sandbar x Gallus (GallBar)

Smoulder x Ocellus (Smouldcellus)

Babs Seed x Peppermint Twist (BabsTwist)

Diamond Tiara x Lily Longsocks (LilyTiara)

Trans Boy!Silver Spoon x Pipsqueak (SilverSqueak)

Lyra Heartstrings x Bon Bon (LyraBon)(i mean.....how can i not)

Cheese Sandwich x Party Favour (CheeseParty)

Coloratura x Songbird Serenade (ColorBird)

Soarin x Braeburn (SoarBurn)

Thunderlane x Double Diamond (ThunderDiamond)

Spitfire x Sapphire Shores (FirePhire)

Quibble Pants x Clear Sky (QuibbleSky)

Cheerilee x Roseluck x Lily Valley x Daisy (CheeriThree)

Dear Darling x Red Bellepepper x Fond Feather (Fan Girls)

Flim x Silver Shill (SilverFlim)

Flam x Svengallop (FlamGallop)

Rockhoof x Flash Magnus (FlashHoof)

Mage Meadowbrook x Somnambula x Mistmane (MistNamBrook)

Flash Sentry x Stygian (FlashIan)

Sunset Shimmer x Moondancer (SunDancer)

Autumn Blaze x Skystar x Coco Pommel (SkyCocoBlaze)

Sassy Saddles x Whoa Nelly (SassyNelly)

Daring Do x Ember (EmberDo)

Suri Polomare x Lily Lace x Inky Rose (SuriLilyRose)

Trender Hoof x Cherry Jubilee (CherryHoof)

Sun Spot x Stellar Flare x Fire Light (SunFlareFire)

Strawberry Sunrise x Blossomforth (StrawForth)

Prince Blueblood x Prince Rutherford (RutherBlood)

Fleur-De-Lis x Fancy Pants x Jet Set x Upper Crust (FleurFancyJetCrust)(all are polyamorous and date outside the group (for example, Fleur is dating Cadence) but this is the main herd)

Transboy!Aloe x Sky Stinger (AloeStinger)

Lotus Blossom x Vapor Trail (LotusTrail)

Toola Roola x Gabby (ToolAbby)

Coconut Cream x Cosy Glow (CosyCream)

Photo Finish x Raspberry Beret (PhotoBeret)

Wind Sprint x Kettle Corn x Petunia Paleo (WindCornPaleo)

High Winds x Cloud Chaser (HighChaser)

Fleetfoot x Caldera (FleetDera)

Saffron Masala x Vignette Valencia (SaffEtte)

Octavia Melody x Vinyl Scratch (OctaScratch)

Feather Bangs x Fire Streak (FireBangs)

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ospreyeamon · 2 years

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world-building the sith empire

For me, the most interesting aspect of Vitiate’s Reconstituted Sith Empire – the thing which guides most of my world-building for it – is its thousand-year expansionary period and how that relates to its internal diversity. Vitiate founds his new Empire on Dromund Kaas after jerking his fleet of refugees around for a couple of decades – a single planet with a small initial population. From there the Empires steadily grows through both conquest and diplomacy, retaking old Sith systems as well as discovering new ones, until the Great Galactic War when it expands massively, more than tripling in size over just twenty-eight years.

So you take a planet, a moon, a system, and you ask: How long has it been part of the Sith Empire? Was it one of the old Sith worlds lost to the Republic in the Great Hyperspace War, part of the Republic, an independent world, another colony founded by refugees fleeing the destruction of the Old Empire? Was it brought in by diplomacy or conquest? How big were the divisions about whether to submit or to fight?

Timing: the primary indicator of how assimilated a world is and how deeply embedded the Empire’s institutions have become there. There are notable difference in worlds brought into the Empire before and after the start of the Great Galactic War. The worlds after were virtually all former members of the Galactic Republic, independent planets in contact with the Republic, and a couple of the old Sith Worlds – most notably Korriban – the Empire had been unable to reclaim earlier without alerting the Republic and the Jedi to their existence. Worlds brought in before were more likely to be red sith or joint colonies, independent with no prior contact with the Republic, or worlds that had been part of the Old Empire which the Republic had lost track of after desolating because safe hyperspace routes in the Stygian Caldera require constant updating.

Funnily enough I think the Chiss Ascendency is the closet thing we have to an example of the diplomatic integration of a Sith world into the Empire. Not the “submit to our might!” opening, but the “we are simply thrilled at the prospect of becoming part of your magnificent empire :) *retains enormous amount of internal autonomy*” though I think the Ascendency is an outlier in becoming an allied state rather than autonomous region. This is presumably also the case for the Belkadan, Ruuria and Sernipal sectors which flipped right at the start of the Empire’s invasion having negotiated with them in secret. The Sith Empire took a honey/battery acid approach during the Great Galactic War; join us and your people will become Imperial citizens, fight us and we will bomb your cities and enslave you. Interestingly, the offer of citizenship must have extended to ‘aliens’ because the Ruurians are insectoid, even though only as second-class citizens unable to serve in the Imperial Military (except ImpInt). The Imperial Military isn’t big enough to occupy every planet and fight the Republic – they need people to join and remain in the Empire voluntarily.

To use a canonical example, Balmorra – a proudly independent planet with strong ties to the Republic – officially became an Imperial world around the end of the Great Galactic War. It was brought in by conquest with some diplomacy side-sauce, with the Republic acknowledging the Empire’s rule over Balmorra in the Treaty of Coruscant and a bunch of Balmorran elites putting together an official surrender in the hope of keeping their property (ie prosperous arms companies) and positions. Because of the diplomacy side-sauce the Empire decided to treat Balmorra as if it really had been brought in by diplomacy, granting nearly the entire population Imperial citizenship and leaving the quisling corporate leadership in place. Balmorra’s existing military industrial infrastructure and skilled workforce are resources which the Empire desires to integrate. The vast majority of Balmorrans are furious about being forced into the Empire but there are deep divisions around whether to keep fighting. Many are terrified that if the Resistance causes too much trouble the Empire might start enslaving rebelling districts or people it categorises as ‘aliens’.

There are a lot of other jumping off points of course – martial culture, Vitiate’s aesthetic social engineering, survivors and perpetrators of genocide, slavery, ghosts, who thought it was a good idea to give the space wizards unquestioned authority? – but this one is my favourite.

#Meanwhile in a Galaxy Far Far Away #star wars meta #swtor meta #the Sith Empire #the Great Galactic War #in~universe imperialism #Balmorra #star wars the old republic #a wild headcanon appeared #slavery cw

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ipreferfiction · 2 years

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[SEAT OF THE EMPIRE: ZIOST]

Ziost, known as the "Gateway to the Empire," was a rocky world and potent focal point of the dark side of the Force located in the Ziost system, a star system in the Sith Worlds region of the Esstran sector. It was an adopted homeworld of the Sith species. Ziost was considered one of the five sacred Sith planets and served as a capital of Adas' Sith Empire and the Old Sith Empire. It was orbited by four moons.

Following the invasion of Korriban by the Rakata and a bloody civil war around 27,700 BBY, Ziost came to host a population of the Sith who had fled from their homeworld of Korriban in the Stygian Caldera. These Sith, most of whom were of the Kissai priest and Massassi warrior castes, established Ziost as a capital of the Sith Empire. As the Kissai priests oversaw the rebuilding efforts, they established the Sith Citadel on the planet.

After a ritual performed by Vitiate, the planet became completely devoid of life. The very fabric of the environment seemed to be leached of color—leaving everything sickly shades of brown or gray. The atmosphere was warped as well, as Ziost's sun appeared a pale brown instead of its actual bright blue color, and sound waves were twisted to become flat and dull. The absence of the Force could cause anything alive on its surface—especially Force-sensitives—to die if they stayed there long enough.

#swtor #sw #star wars #the old republic #sith #sith empire #ziost #look who's doing art: gif edition #planet gifs: seat of the empire #planet gifs #queue will forever stand alone

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tlparadigm · 5 years

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Stygian Paradigm

By tlparadigm, for Kindred Spirits it pertains to

-Prologue-

The end of the western world began Saturday, December 31st, 2011. Yellowstone Caldera last erupted 630,000 years ago. More recently, Mount St. Helens erupted March 20, 1980, and it killed 57 people. But in the final days of December 2011, Yellowstone became active and destructive once more, the governments of the world rushed to evacuate the citizens of North America and prepare themselves for the worst. An idea was born. A special type of geomagnetic device would be constructed to contain the blast like a vacuum, a bio-weapon. The device was supposed to compress the tonnes of ash bursting from the volcano; They failed.

December 2011 - South Dakota

Yellowstone Caldera exploded. The North American continent is in chaos, people are rushing to escape to the other side of the world, or accepting death and staying where they are. Thirty-three of us trekked east to Prince George, British Columbia to a large cave where we could hopefully survive for a few years. All vehicles had stopped working from the failure of the device so we would be walking all the way. We would arrive by early February, after a 2,430 km walk from South Dakota, where most of us had lived. What the governments did not expect, was that a backup geo-magnetic pulse from the device was so powerful that it caused ruptures in the ground which ultimately caused an eruption at Mount St. Helens as well. With ash coming from the volcanoes, chemically charged by the device, mutation soon followed in the animal kingdom and pure insane chaos in the modern world.

January 17th, 2012 - Medicine Hat, AB

After weeks, our group of 33 was whittled down to 17. We had all watched as packs of wolves and other beasts tore our comrades to shreds. We breathed ash as we walked through the streets of Medicine Hat. Our lungs slowly deteriorated. On one of the finals days a huge male cougar attacked our camp, it mangled 8 of our comrades. Their deaths were gruesome. 6 of us now remained, soon only 4 including myself. As I left my fallen comrades to nature’s merciless rage, I pondered the events of the past month, as soon as the new year hit everything had gone to hell. I was then reminded of the Mayan calendar myth, the calendar had gone for roughly 5,125 years but ended on December 21rst 2012, but it was only January. Why had both Volcanoes erupted, even though they were over 1,380 kilometers away from each other, could it have been a coincidence or some sort of accident? I doubted I’d ever find out the whole truth.

January 24th, 2012 - Jasper, AB

The four of us were anxious about going into Jasper National Park but so far the view was spectacular so we put up with the seemingly endless amount of walking. We occasionally passed trailers and cottages, if we were up to it we’d snoop around in and hope to find other survivors but everywhere we looked it was like we were in a ghost town, just without the town, only the highway which we traveled on and the forests around us, we would stay on the highway even when we passed various towns, since we no longer had the heart to search them. We had stopped just outside of Jasper, Alberta when we heard gunfire coming from the south where we’d soon be passing the town. The four of us grabbed our gear and started quickly moving towards the shots which were still sounding as we neared closer. Two of my three companions were a young couple named Ben and Samantha who had lost their house in the initial chaos of early January, they had nervous looks on their faces and I could tell that they were running through the possibilities of why someone was firing a weapon. The other was my good friend Daniel who I’d known since high school, we had survived in the wilderness before but that was for fun and we had more resources at our disposal but this was far different, this was life or death.

The man who had been firing the weapon seemed to be in his late 50s, with a messy grey-white beard and electric blue eyes with red lines around the edges which suggested lack of sleep or maybe some sort of drug use. He almost shot us as we approached but as the four of us looked around to figure out why he was firing we saw no obvious reasons. A creepy sparkle came to his eyes as he lowered his weapon, the woman of the couple asked the old man if he was ok but he seemed to ignore her question and instead exclaimed

“Welcome to Jasper! Now, where do fish keep their money, my friends?” We looked at each other confused and Sam slowly said “Uh hi, and is it the riverbank?” A wickedly crooked and chaotic smile came onto the man’s face and after a few seconds he finally said, “Ah you are a smart girl, the name is Lucien, this town is my town, I am its sole inhabitant.” A shocked look came to Daniel’s face, “It’s sole inhabitant? Jasper had around 5000 people living in it, they couldn't have all left!” he said, raising his tone a bit as he talked. “Take a look for yourself young man, but you’ll only find clues of the past.” We set up camp in Jasper and talked with the man, who seemed to be going senile which was surprising considering he only looked to be in his late 50s maybe early 60s. I didn't know why he had asked us that odd riddle but he was just weird. Ever since we had arrived in Jasper the man had been giving me a look, a sneer was always on his face when he looked my way, he gave me chills.

January 25th, 2012 - Jasper, AB

The next day, I found myself in an argument with Lucien, I’d caught him checking out our bags and holding our ammunition in his hands. He pleaded that he was innocent and he was only making sure we hadn't left our equipment somewhere that bears could access, but, I knew he was lying through his teeth. He was still arguing with me when suddenly stopped and went still, he started off at something behind us, we all looked but there was nothing, then there was a gunshot from beside us. Lucien had drawn a sidearm from beneath his long gray tattered trench coat and had fired at us but had missed very poorly even though we were only a couple of meters away from him. Reflexively Daniel grabbed his rifle from beside him and aimed at Lucien, seeing this, Lucien spat at Daniel for pointing a gun at an old man then he pointed an obscene hand gesture at him. So Daniel shot him in the right foot and returned the hand gesture. Swearing and screaming, Lucien limped off into town. Later that day we heard another gunshot coming from the part of town that Lucien hung around the most, we all went towards the noise to see what was going on. What we found we had not expected, but there, in a parking lot, in the western area of the town, lay the body of Lucien, a gunshot wound in the side of his head. I thought it to be an odd place and time to commit suicide. Especially when you have a whole town to yourself, but the man had been a psychopath, and it would be best not to question his final intentions.

January 26th, 2012 - Yellowhead Hwy, AB

Sam and Ben had stayed in Jasper so they could attempt to gather more materials and see if they could get a vehicle working again so they could meet Daniel and me later on. Later still, Daniel and I discovered that an aggressive, scruffy and scarred grizzly bear had been stalking us since we left Jasper. We were almost out of bullets and we were weak from days of walking. I watched as my close friend I’d known for 16 years was brought down by the 300 kg bear who had ambushed us that afternoon, I gazed at his face as his insides being torn open and as he drew his final breath, the bear looked at me. Its eyes glowed red, it growled, an unearthly growl. Then it charged at me but went off course and kept running past me further into the forest. In seconds, after horrible screaming and agony, Daniel, the guy I’d known for so long and became so close with, was gone and so was the bear; I was alone, and the nature of Jasper National Park was my only company.

January 29th, 2012 - Portal Lake, BC

I managed to find a rest area today, but also a final news report from earlier in the month which I’d never heard; the government's device and the double volcanoes had caused fractures in the earth's crust and were cracking the tectonic plates apart. More volcanoes were brewing just like here, earthquakes were destroying whole countries, hurricanes obliterated whole cities and the death toll was catastrophic. I came across a small aging wooden cabin in the woods, I found exactly what I needed, a better hunting rifle then what I’d taken from one of my comrades, along with ammunition and multiple food rations. Around 300 km until I reached safety, at least with this better gun I could avenge my fallen friends and comrades.

February 2012 - Moose Lake, BC

I was into British Columbia now, almost at Red Pass. I’d stopped to rest at the easternmost point of moose lake when I saw some sort of building across the Fraser River from where I sat on Yellowhead Hwy, I managed to half swim half trudge my way towards the building which I now saw used to be a lighthouse. The only thing was that the lighthouse had been destroyed somehow and only the bottom half was still standing, even in ruins. I stayed there for two days than in the night I was awoken by a spine-chilling howl. A wolf pack had arrived.

I could hear them outside, snarls and growling filled the gloomy night air. I didn't sleep again for the remainder of the night. Hours later, the howling had stopped. It was strange, they had me trapped but I could now see them retreating back into the surrounding forest. I slowly stepped out of the ruins to investigate, I had a bad feeling about this. Of course, the old bear eventually arrived to finish me off. With the rifle in my hands, I prepared for the worst. I had run out of rations, I was starving and that bear would be pretty dang good for cooking. I went to the top of the ruins to see if I could get a better shot but the stairway where the ruins ended were too narrow to get a good shot, so I went back down the winding stone stairs and crouched down at the door to ready myself. I waited for a while, then the massive bear charged towards my shelter. I fired two rounds at the beast, it didn't slow. I dove back into the ruins and the bear tore into the building. Moments later I was on the ground, punching at the bear’s mangled ugly face. I could feel sections of my torso being torn to shreds, I reached for my knife as the bear slashed at my blocking arm.

I drove the knife into its jaw, the creature roared in pain and trudged out of the broken lighthouse, but I knew it would soon be back. I was quickly losing blood, I crawled towards my backpack and the rifle which had been tossed beside it. I grasped for the painkillers even though I knew they wouldn't heal injuries of this magnitude, then I reached for the rifle and slowly stood up one last time to face the beast before me. There would be no survivors in this eternal fight between mankind and nature, and it seems, there weren’t, not really. Nature always wins, we can’t control nature forever. We just have to learn from our faults and remember our sins. I guess life as we knew it found a way to survive, and we didn't. Perhaps one-day mankind will go among the stars, and nature will lie in the soil, the air and the seas. But perhaps mankind won’t make it that far, maybe it will be nature taking back what’s rightfully it's own.

The End. “Welcome to the Quiet Apocalypse” - The Long Dark, Hinterland Games

#short story #the long dark #post apocalyptic #monologue #stories

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ospreyeamon · 2 years

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[Image description 1: the symbols for the Galactic Empire and Rebel Alliance from the original Star Wars trilogy are positioned above the symbols for the Galactic Republic and Jedi Order from the prequel trilogy. The Empire and Republic’s symbols are both circles within circles, each with six spars reaching out from the inner circle and six detached segments forming another broken circle around the symbols’ inner rims. The Rebellion and Jedi’s symbols are not circles though they fit inside of the shape of one. They flair up the sides around empty inner space. The Jedi’s symbol is more intricate with a feathery effect up the sides and a starburst near the bottom of its central spire.

Image description 2: The canon symbols for the SWTOR Galactic Republic and Sith Empire up the top, with the symbol of the Old Sith Empire and a blank space where the symbol for the SWTOR Jedi Order should be down the bottom. The Sith Empire’s symbol is a hexagon with a smaller hexagon in its middle. Six spars like arrows radiate out from the centre. The Galactic Republic’s symbol is similar to the prequel’s Jedi Crest inside a ring. It has the same feathery details up its sides and a spire up its middle. Arrows indicate the symbol of the Galactic Republic belongs in the space for the Jedi Order and the symbol of the Sith Empire should be in its place.]

The way faction insignias from original Star Wars trilogy and the prequels era media relate is beautiful. The Galactic Empire and Republic’s roundels are each other’s inverse. The symbol of the Rebel Alliance is about the right shape for the symbol of the Jedi – the victims of the Empire’s first purge – to be hidden inside of it.

Then you look at the insignias for the SWTOR factions and, whoops, the Sith Empire has the one which belongs to the Galactic Republic while the Republic is using the Jedi’s because theirs has been stolen by the villainous Sith.

This is indicative of a wider problem with the world-building of the Sith Empire, which is that most of the writers were too lazy to properly develop lore for them and just tried to dump the Galactic Empire under a ‘Sith’ sticker into the game instead.

That’s like making wholesale assumptions about the Roman Empire based on the British Empire, or the Sassanid Empire using the Mongol Empire. The reconstituted Sith Empire predates the Galactic Empire by more than three thousand years, has its centre of power in the Stygian Caldera rather than the Core Worlds, and has its cultural, institutional, and legal roots in the Old Sith Empire as perverted by Vitiate rather than the Galactic Republic as perverted by Palpatine. You can’t just copy one evil empire into another time and place to make another evil empire – that’s not how civilizations work!

It's extra disappointing because keeping the connection between the Galactic Empire and Republic’s insignias could have added an extra weight to some of the Pub side DS-choices. You can claim that those people deserved it, you can say the Sith do worse, you can accept the arguments of characters like General Garza that these things are necessary in wartime but the path of moral compromise is the path that ends with the Galactic Republic becoming the Galactic Empire. It is the path which will lead to the Republic becoming the Galactic Empire. Millions of choices, millions of compromises until the Supreme Chancellor declares the end of democracy as the Senate applauds him.

Giving the factions two symbols a piece would have been a nice way to add extra depth. Is the Consular acting as an agent of the Order or of the Senate? If your Knight ends the class-story while dark-sided and gets publicly humiliated by Satele Shan, do they then use the Republic’s insignia rather than the Order’s afterwards? And it stands in contrast to the Empire that the Republic and Jedi Order do have separate symbols because the Republic practices the separation of powers where the Empire does not; the Senate, the Courts, the Bureaucracy, the Jedi, are meant to maintain their independence so they can keep each other in check.

Meanwhile the Sith and the rest of the Empire all wear Darth Vitiate’s personal insignia because they are all subordinate to him until you rock up to Ziost and suddenly they aren’t. After a thousand years of serving as Emperor’s stooges the Empire’s people have discovered the truth about Medriaas and his attempt to consume all life in the galaxy and are openly at war against him. Imagine boarding the Imperial station to discover all the old Imperial symbols hastily painted over with the long disused emblem of the Old Empire. It’s one thing to hear Lana Beniko say “Vitiate is not our Emperor, not anymore” but another to see it.

#Meanwhile in a Galaxy Far Far Away #star wars meta #swtor meta #Galactic Roundel #Jedi Crest #Alliance Starbird #the Sith Empire #the Galactic Republic #star wars the old republic

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