semi-plotted Empress Rey starter for @solo-dyad
The apprentice had become the master. All it had taken was letting him get close, letting him be lulled into a false sense of security. It had been well planned, slowly turning his own people against him. Snoke had no idea what was happening until it was much too late. The little girl that he’d taken from the deserts of Jakku had turned into a dragon who would gladly burn him to a crisp. The act of killing him was simple. Her double bladed saber lit up in an instant and she raised it up, watching as he fell over, sliced in half through his head. She’d stood over him before looking over at the camera, her golden eyes bright with what many thought of as bloodlust, but it was joy. For a second her natural hazel flicked into view, but it was good to fast. Only a force user would have been even able to see the color change.
She had proclaimed herself Empress Rey, killer of Snoke and Ruler of the Galaxy. She’d used her heeled boot to shove Snoke off of his seat and sat down on it, the dress she’d been wearing showing more than a little skin. Her saber had turned off as she’d crossed her legs and sat back, dark nails carefully curling over the edges of the idiotic throne. The last image the galaxy had seen of their new empress had her smiling at them, rather fondly.
That was almost a year ago and the galaxy had felt the shift. No longer was the First Order just a force to be terrified of. It was just one arm of the young Empress’ empire. She’d taken to wooing politicians as much as making them do what she wanted by force. It grew increasingly difficult for the Resistance to fight against the beautiful and terrifying Empress. Around her were loyal guards, dressed in black. She had named them the Knights of Ren, but no one was sure who they were. Those who could feel them, however, knew they were force sensative like her.
That wasn’t the only change. Slavery had been outlawed in all of the galaxy. Even the parts she had no control of. In the last few months her ‘wild cur’, Grand Marshal Hux had been spending much of his time in the Hutta systems, wiping out entire Hutt families. Trade had been opened, between all parts of the galaxy, though that too was being ironed out. There were those who argued, however, against an Empress, remembering her predecesor in the title. They were swiftly and brutally dealt with, the Empress herself arriving on scene to handle the situation. She had gained the love of her Stormtroopers as well, changing everything about the system, refusing to take children from their families, but making it clear that if her army’s numbers didn’t grow she would start conscripting.
The sith woman seemed deeply involved in every part of her Empire. From her new deplomacy department to her Military, she seemed to always be around. Some even considered the strange woman to be a good thing for the galaxy. But it wasn’t to be said that the Empress was kind. You got one chance, and then you met her blade, or one of her Knight’s. And sometimes you didn’t even realize you’d wasted that chance until you were dead. There were exceptions, if you were particularly useful, but after the creation of the Dreadful Star, her dreadnaught flagship that had become the center of her Empire, it was said her crew changed weekly. Though that wasn’t quite true.
When the Star had lept into the system, she had been allurted of a strange ship in system, outside the norm. She’d walked over to the war table and flicked the ship up to where she could see it. Childhood memories of listening to people describe the ship flitted through her mind. “Bring it to me.” She ordered softly. As soon as they’d entered the system something had pulled at her and now she could almost feel whatever it was in her finger tips.
“Inform me once it is in the hangar.” She added as she turned towards a strange black and multi-colored droid. It was a very old R2 unit, though it didn’t look quite like like the typical one, having it’s body be mostly black, but it had many different colored panels, as if it had been put together from different droids. “Fives, we will be making some new friends today.” She smiled darkly at the droid who shook herself back and forth and tweeted excitedly. Beside her one of her knights snorted. She eyed him a moment, darkly and he stepped away.
She wasn’t giving the fight to get the Millenium Falcon under control much attention. If she was needed they would tell her. And she wasn’t. She was informed of the ship’s capture by tractor beam and she smiled, bright and dazzling, making her seem less like a sith and more like the twenty-year old girl she was. “Good!” She clapped her hands as she started off, her guards and the droid falling in behind her. Her heels clicked louder than their heavy footsteps but she barely noticed. On each hip was one half of her lightsaber, she had opted for symetry today. Her grecian dress flowed beautifully around her as she entered the hangar, the draw of something pulling at her. She would find out what the hell it was now. Her gaze dragged across the hangar and settled on the junk heap called a ship. She knew the stories about it, however, and smiled. She wondered what she would do with it. If she would do anything with it. Maybe she’d let it go... it was a shame to keep a smuggler’s ship all locked up, not able to do what it was made to do.
She saw her tall commander of Stormtroopers, Phasma, standing beside what she assumed were the inhabitants of the ship. She moved swiftly, ignoring the strange feeling in her stomach and chest. She wasn’t looking at the captors, but at Phasma, who turned towards her and gave her a low bow. “Your Grace, the Millenium Falcon and her... inhabitants.” Rey finally looked over at them, yellow eyed gaze curious.
Her Looks: Dress | Boots | Necklace (with this stone) | Earrings (with this stone) | Ring | Nails | Lips | Eye Shadow/Liner | Gloves | Hair | Crown
