Nephthys-Ra'Vashari Amunet
The Gilded Storm

"You think your armies carve destiny? Your blasters and sabers? Your codes of light and dark?

I have worn the faces of queens and slaves, Jedi and Sith, mothers and monsters. I have breathed the last sighs of dying stars and felt the galaxy's pulse quicken beneath my palm.You wage war for power. I am power unchained. You beg the Force for answers—I am the answer it fears to speak.So kneel, little gods. Pray your sins taste sweeter than the lies of your enemies. For when the sands of Geonosis choke your lungs and the holocrons of Korriban scream my name...You will see me. And you will remember : the storm does not choose sides. It devours."

LORE: 

To the Jedi, she is Amunet—'the Veiled Horizon.' To the Sith, Ra'Vashari—'the Sun's Judgment.' But in the desert cantinas where clones and mercenaries whisper, she's simply Nephthys—a storm in human skin. They say her true name was etched into the first Sith holocron, erased by her own hand. Now, it bleeds through the war only as a warning: a flicker of gold in the dark, a voice that wears your mother's face.