"Treachery is the way of the Sith." - Darth TyranusCoruscant... the Galactic Center, the hub of the wheel around which all civilization revolves; the cradle which birthed democracy, and played stage to the rise and fall of empires. It is so much more than a place now, it is an ideal. Viewed from space it blazes, like a star gone supernova, with the light and life of hundreds upon thousands of people. Soon, it would burn far brighter. Ahead of the Victory-class Star Destroyer Valkyrie, the titanic bulk of a Super Star Destroyer - the stellar dreadnought - hung motionless in space, eclipsing the train of vessels that followed it. The starship was a remnant of the once colossal Sith fleet, and was one of the few of its kind still in operation. Many had been commandeered by Sith for selfish purposes, only to be lost to the Unknown Regions. Today, for perhaps the first time in its history, this particular ship would have a chance to live up to its name and eradicate the galaxy's brightest star. A flickering holograph came to life on the bridge of the Valkyrie, depicting a uniformed man who saluted briskly. For all his bravado, the careful eye would note the beading of sweat upon his brow and the tremble in his voice as he addressed his superiors. "My Lords... we are ready and in position." After a moments consideration, Fenris lifted his eyes from the image, to look towards his allies and fellow Masters of the Force - the horsemen of famine and death, Malice Draclau and Darth Phantom. As they stood in contemplation of what lay before them, the prophet Adrasteia came to Fenris' side, her son in tow. A cold smile spread over his lips. "Brothers... at last, the time has come," the Sith Master said. He strode forward to join Malice and Phantom, who watched Coruscant like hawks, and called out his orders to the officer still anxiously awaiting his command. "Inform the Queen of Coruscant of our arrival. Tell her we bring a gift... for her majesty."