The Dark lord and commander of the legion, Darth Irasol while watching from the window of his apartment on Dromund Kass watching the explosions from the eternal empire's fleet light up the night's sky decided to implement a safety measure he had hoped to never use - the legion protocol - all his contacts, loyal friends, or what would count for friends in the turmoil of the empire, and what was left of his power base after being annihilated in the defence of Korriban and the empire as a whole immediately felt their holo-recorder beep softly - taking it out they saw a simple holo recording turning around and around, a red box with a black circle in it, at once they began retreating to the outer rim to a hold out on tatooine.
Only a few of the members of his former power base managed to return to him, some had ran, others had been killed on the ways there, some had just never managed to get the message, their holo transmitter constantly vibrating in their pocket as they lay on the blood soaked land on where they fell.
Skip 6 years on after the eternal empire has attacked
Darth Irasol stands, looking out over the rebuilding of Kass city, his apartment had been bought to act as a staging point for his forces to train in the heart of the sith empire, somewhere he would hope would give them some safety as the rest of the galaxy trembled in fear as the eternal fleet patrolled without hindrance, doing what they are commanded to do by the empress.
The Darth turns to face the desk in front of him gesturing to admiral Thresk to activate a holo transmission device, the message would be sent to all imperial devices as well as several neutral ones they had managed to either hack or were allied to the legion.
Darth Irasol in his black and gold robes, his mask covering his face and his lightsaber held to his belt loosely coughed softly before beginning his speech, “Acolytes, sith, troopers, mandalorians and all who call themselves loyal to the empire and her mission to bring order to this galaxy I contact you with a simple invitation, to join us, gone are the times when the empire had only the greatest in its ranks, where the empire rose on the backs of hundreds of thousands of loyal and the most powerful the galaxy had to offer… we now see false darths calling themselves emperor on the home planet of the sith, Korriban, where admirals of the empire used to be the exemplars of military strategy and honour now lack the most basic credentials”
Darth Irasol breathes softly, his large shoulders, he had always been thankful for the massassi blood that coursed through his body. Rose up and down before putting down the paper he had been holding, he had been told by his advisors that such a speech should be written down, planned, not what he thought. Smirking beneath his mask he began peaking again “I come from a group of individuals, The Sanctified Legion, we have decided that we will not stay silent, we will not turn a blind eye to the rotting of the sith and the empire - false darths, lords and imperials more focussed on their next batch of corellian wine compared to the safety of the empire! We offer a place to anyone looking for a change, for a time to grow in status and authority while our glorious empress brings forward the change we have been waiting for. We shall not focus on the privileged few, the ones who come from the established sith and imperial families but those who are dedicated, powerful and willing to give the legion their all in return of seeing a new dawn for the empire.”
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Yours Irasol
