Quantum Tangle
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2018
- Location
- Mitten Land, USA
Star Wars: Fear of the Dark
8 BBY | Thurra System
Planet: Thule
Night Time
8 BBY | Thurra System
Planet: Thule
Night Time
Beauteous as it was barren the planet of Thule was considered one of the great Sith Strongholds in the lost histories of Galactic Antiquity. Tales of the “Old Republic” a time when space was still wild and shaping, of which neither Jedi Order or the forming Republic had made their alliance against the Mandalorians. A time long, long ago where in parts of the galaxy far, far away the Sith created vast empires and dominated parts of the Unknown Regions without contest. Thule was said to have once been a grand agricultural world for the Sith; however, constant exposure to Force Storms, much like those that battered Dromund Kaas and Ziost, had stripped the mineral rich soils and revealed vast (almost unnatural) deposits of rare metals and crystals.
Obviously mines were formed and vast crystal quarries were discovered with unique qualities gifted by the storms centering about a Nexus of the Force. Sith gravitated to this planet en-mass during the days of Naga Sadow erecting temples and colonies. Various species were enslaved from near and far and brought them to work. Humans from the Tapani Sector made a majority of these slaves with few other captive species being sprinkled between… but a time passed and things changed.
With the fall of Naga Sadow the Sith had one great empire that followed and with much of its history and conflict forgotten, or willfully denied by the Republic, so was Thule, once more forgotten along with many of Sith Worlds. Stricken from record and memory the Purebloods had died away and left in their shadows the inheritors.
A military Oligarchy formed soon after the Sith left Thule to engage the Republic with much of the Planets fleet. When they never returned eight generals took charge and utilized the vast resources the planet held to revitalize the military complex and introduce independent industry in the Thurra system. Eventually the generals changed roles and the military power structure transformed into a Barony that would be led by an appointed High Baron. In that time they had various conflicts with the Chiss and the Vagarri, the former of which found a peaceful resolution and trade with. To the point the second largest alien population on Thule was Chiss by a census count of almost twenty percent.
The teachings of the Sith never left however. Temples still stood and it wasn’t until the arrival of the Jedi Knight, Drevveka Hoctu, that these landmarks of a Lost Empire were nothing more than places of idol worship. The first of the Thulian Witches she erected the Arts Academy and renewed the Sith teachings almost a thousand years after they had been abandoned.
This planet much like its history has been scarred, brutalized, and forgotten. Yet beneath the surface Thule had always been a center point of power and influence. Something which the High Baron, Tygil Ortus, took as a fact of pride, remembering the tales his mother would tell of how the Sith of Thule maneuvered through the Galaxy unsuspected. Making motions: Small waves of influence with important consequence. All so they could reach this moment, the moment Tygil could open the doors to his private kingdom and manifest his destiny!
Looking out his high window at the desolate night the Baron watched as wild pack of hounds raced the steppes dressed in a glowing moss displaying an aurora color. Their shadows drifted in synchronized motion. Leaping from stone face to stone face they were absolutely fearless of the fall below. The night bristled with a cool wind under the pale light of a waxing moon. Dressed in a long black robe the thin man untethered the binds and let the fabric drift from the length of his slight frame as a chill rushed over his skin. Fingers waved out in the darkness letting his mind trespass beyond his body. There were new arrivals to his home, a small collection of women and a few men. He focused through the force his sight flickering through the perspective of guards and servants. Strange looking Witches… and the name of a planet hung heavy on his tongue as he clutched his fingers into balled fists. “Dathomir…” He punctuated with an exhale of excitement.
With almost a glide to his bare footsteps he moved across the dying embers of his fireplace towards a large open wardrobe filled with fine fabrics and odd ends. He was just as those Thulian beasts and felt the desire to fade into the night. He wished to see these guests first hand, know them, before formerly being introduced.