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Striding into the bar tall and proud the Sith walked adorned with an black suit made of the finest material and capable of withstanding most small arms from impacting upon his skin. Red markings crafted into his suit signaled who he was as his cloak flowed behind him ominously.
The Sith grinned at nothing in particular, this night he knew above all nights he could over come all obstacles. He was nothing less than the Emperor of the Sith.
The Sith Empire had overcome much in its days and he had saw it through hell fire and brimstone. No one could stop him, no force of power in this galaxy had ever done so, although many tried all failed. In his wraith, power and knowledge he left them husk of their former beings.
All who tried failed and miserably at that. He had tossed them all down like the filth they were and laughed at their misfortune during it all. Nothing would....could stop him now, his mind had been set so long as they tried he would remain the vile scourge of their existence.
Day after day, week after week, month after month. The darkness would rein and terrible vengeance would rain down upon those that opposed the Sith way and its path. Gloom from the darkness would roll out over and all that sought to rebel, from the crafted blades of the lightsabers all enemies would be struck down.
This he knew. This he believed.
Taking a blood wine he drunk down some of the sweet drink and relaxed, his eyes glowing their soft green. It would all be an ever constant battle this was true but life was a battle since birth, the strong survive, the weak perish.
Tasting the sweet drink he also knew one other important fact.
At times one needed to enjoy the more simple things of life.
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