Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 13, 2018 9:46:32 GMT -5
A menacing, dagger-like silhouette loomed over the planet of Maratun; a Star Destroyer positioned far above the dark clouds, above the sky, yet close enough to be seen by the naked eye and sending a clear message to all who witnessed it. Escorted by two characteristically H-shaped TIE fighters flanking its sides, a Lambda-class shuttle soared towards Maratun’s surface after parting ways with the Star Destroyer and piercing the world’s atmosphere. The most precious and most dangerous of all cargos awaited aboard – a Force user in the Galactic Empire’s service, one trained and raised for sole purpose; to hunt down and eliminate any and all Force sensitives who wouldn’t bend a knee to the most powerful man in the galaxy.
With the Jedi nearly extinct and the Sith soon to follow, the Inquisitorius had turned into one of the most feared organisations to house Force users. Answering to the Emperor himself and utilizing the dark side in destructive ways, Some would brand the Imperial presence on Maratun a provocation due to the world’s proximity to the Sith empire, but after ripping the former Sith capital from the crumbling empire’s grasp, many followers of the Galactic Empire felt bold, arrogant enough to display their power and the willingness to use it.
As the shuttle approached the designated landing platform, its lower wings folded inward and allowed the elegant pride of Imperial engineering to safely touch the ground. A hiss, a short-lived moment of silence, and the shuttle’s boarding ramp lowered down from the ship’s belly.
Finally, a fair-haired woman sporting a fashionable wavy bob cut stalked down the metallic ramp, uniform crisp and unmistakably placing her among the enigmatic Inquisitors. Each footstep thundered against the metallic platform, radiating confidence and repressed anger alike. She felt a pang of regret for still having no lightsaber to adorn her belt. In fact, her belt was completely devoid of weaponry, a state very uncharacteristic for the young Inquisitor. It was the lack of a proper weapon rather than the lack of a weapon that bothered her though. A representative of the Galactic Empire, one of the fabled Emperor’s Force sensitive agents, she craved one of the fabled Jedi weapons – alas, still having to claim one, she had to rely on the long spear-like force pike, firmly clenched in her right hand and held like some sort of oversized sceptre. A devastating weapon made infamous by the legendary Imperial royal guards, the pike boasted exceptional and deadliness. It was no lightsaber though.
Setting foot on Maratun marked a historic moment in the planet’s annals. The first Imperial to tread the world’s surface glanced about with deliberate slowness, taking her time to absorb the surroundings. Flames of the dark side danced in her sickly yellow eyes that possessed the cruel, predatory gaze often found among wild beasts. Written across her lips was a haunting smile, wolfish even, one with the seductive power to bewitch and break the wills of men. Asenath Parnell was no seductress though – a conqueror with heart of cortosis, slaughter and glorious battles presented her only love and joy. Alas, while brutish in methods and preferring simple and violent solutions, coercion and bribery both had their place among her arsenal.
It was high time Maratun joined the Empire and reaped the benefits, whether they wanted it or not.
