[ti]Event[/ti]Rise of the Emperors

As the strike team Handled the rogue Sith around the Dark Temple, Vyrassu exited his shuttle and begun his approach to the Dark Temple through its court yard. His pace was casual, carrying himself with confidence. He just recovered and is at full power but he knew today may be the day he lie down again, but Vitiate would go with him. The storms cracked up above in the sky. Lightning loud as ever, the rain pelting down hard. Vyrassu enjoyed this weather, to most it brought depression, but to him it was a joyful weather.

Vyrassu dawned his signature robes, black to the ground in length, twin black shoulder pauldrons on each shoulder, a hood up over his face with black gloves. Of course as well wearing his amulets and artifacts to enhance his power. His red sith species face partly hidden in Shadow from his hood only showing the tip of his nose down. Vyrassu knew his strike team would have most of the possessed Sith Knights and Dread Knights dealt with one he got inside, but on the rare occasion they were not, he was ready to kill them instantly.

Vitiate had his chance ruling the Empire, he failed at it, the Dark Temple was no longer his, it now belonged to Vyrassu and he was going to make sure Vitiate understood that. Armed with a lightsaber and a Soul Gem to capture Vitiates spirit, Vyrassu was ready. He finally reached the entrance of the Dark Temple and could hear the battle waging inside. As soon as he entered he felt the rush of the Darkside Flow through him caused by the Dark force nexus. Vyrassu then channeled the Darkside of the force and disappeared in a purple light only to reappear in a purple light right outside the inner chamber. Vyrassu walked into the inner chamber to see Vitiate sitting in the throne that belonged to Vyrassu.