Lianna came from a place far away, in a star system that was near void of life. Once her planet had been teeming with the hope of finding their place in the vastness of this universe. Being so remote they had eschewed most of the consequences of the greater wars that had ravaged the galaxy and sought to eek out a peaceful, if not primitive, life. Though they knew of the 'God Emperor' as he was called by some, they were far enough away that he seemed nothing to worth troubling themselves over. What did concern the Human inhabitants of Ceri VII were the Amani who had also been settled on the planet, perhaps long before the Humans. Whatever the other Amani were, these one were cruel and vicious, carrying out regular assaults on the human towns and villages and ravaging populations, crops and livestock. 

The constant fighting took its toll on the population, but their salvation came and it would change them forever. One day when the Sun was low, a ship landed on the planet. From it emerged a being that would forever after alter the course of Ceri VII's history. The God Emperor Darth Vader had come. There had been rumors, though none that the humans would have known, of a force-sensitive individual hiding out on the planet. The being had found refuge with the Amani, having become something of a leader to them in hopes to raise an army to protect himself from the coming storm. Vader took no mercy and slaughtered tens of thousands of Amani who came to defend their friend before cutting down the would-be rebel. Not long after he had completed his task, Vader walked among the towns and villages of the humans. He searched for days to find any traces of another force sensitive individual, but he found none. Satisfied his work was finished, he left the planet without care for the consequences he would leave behind.

In the years that followed, and now void of a conflict to subdue them, the humans began rapidly advancing. They reached out to the stars and joined their brothers and sisters. They also became fanatical worshipers of Vader. In their eyes he was no tyrant, but a savior who had descended from on high and done away with their enemies. They learned what they could about him and began willingly giving themselves cybernetic implants to bring them closer to the majesty deity. It became tradition that all children, no matter their own desire, were to have a hand chopped off and replaced with a cybernetic one when they came of age. the only choice they got was which hand. If they resisted and fought, it would be both. 

So it was, over three hundred years later that a young girl named Lianna was born. Her family, like all others, worshiped the savior, but she did not. She saw him not as they did, but as a machine, not a man as he was rumored to once have been. She had no desire to follow the traditions of her family, though she knew better to resist when she came of age. Her left hand was sliced off in one clean strike and she was fitted with a cybernetic replacement. As she grew further she began to resent the fanaticism that had seeped into every corner of Cetian's ways of life. Despite her immense dislike for her robotic hand, her conflicts with some of the few remaining Amani had robbed her of her right arm all the way up to her bicep. Once that too had been replaced and made metal she knew it had come time to leave. Faking her way onto a trade ship, Lianna found herself in the Outer Rim. In order to make ends meet she was forced to embrace her skills as a smuggler. Her heart only hardened to the plights of the worlds around her and their people. Mistrust and dishonesty were ways of life for the people. Few could say they ever lived a 'good' life under the reign of the God Emperor, and she was no different.


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When one entered the throne room of Darth Vader they would be mistaken for thinking they had entered a room with perpetual machinery. Even when he was absent the sound of his breathing played on a constant cycle to remind those who entered who they might dare to cross. But such an event had not happened in a long time. Vader spent much of his time sat on his throne. For a being of his power the throne itself was surprisingly simple. It stretched thirty feet upwards and consisted only of the blackest, sleekest metals known to the universe. The throne, like Vader himself, seemed to drink in the light and drain it from any stars that dared to peer through the enormous glass panels that made up the two sides of the room. There was no sign of the legendary lightsaber that had cut down the lives of innumerable creatures, but there did not need to be. Anyone who thought themselves foolish enough to challenge Vader were most likely dead before they even reached him. The breathing sounds pervaded every inch of the room and seemed to swallow courage as the throne did with light. Few were even brave enough to step into the room, even among Vader's personally appointed entourage. 

Of those permitted to enter at nearly any hour, Null was one. Vader suspected likely the most fearless, if only due to her training by his own hand. He had heard plenty of whispers and talks of the girl since he had brought her on. He heard everything that occurred on the planet, even if the people were not aware. The jealousy that filled the hearts of lesser beings would amuse him if he allowed himself to feel amusement. Yet he did nothing without reason, and summoning her was with reason. The chair served a purpose that perhaps only she understood beside himself. It was wired and filled with all sorts of ancient technology used to sense the force. When he sat in the chair he could reach through the vastness of space to where his mind may not normally reach. He could find those born with the force etched into their very being. Today he had found one, and Null would go and kill it. There would be no threat, Not to Vader. No being in all the galaxy, nay, the universe, could hope to bring to ruin the empire that his own master had only dreamed of building.