The lowest level of the Tiernvael Temple serves as a vast hangar for the Dark Jedi Order, with the remnants of the Praxeum's cellars and catacombs underneath. From the cellars, underground tunnels connect to the Meditative Canyon. A set of blast doors provides access to the temple via ship and open up onto a landing area within.
Skillfully piloting his fighter towards the misty mountains where the Tiernvael Temple was located, Sigea landed the craft within the hangar bay and clambered out of the cockpit. With a light tapping of his boots and a rustle of his cloak, the Dark Jedi was standing on the cool stone floor of the temple's hangar. Casting a glance around, he noticed several other ships docked within the hangar with workers and droids milling about, fulfilling their various duties. There certainly was an aura to this place. Though it wasn't as old as he expected. No, this was relatively recent. Someone had recently decided to reclaim the abandon throne of the Dark Jedi. But who? And why? These questions and more, circled within his mind, though he suspected he would find his answers soon enough.
Lady Eris strode into the hangar bay. Her armoured feet clicking against the floor as she made her way toward the newly arrived ship and its pilot. She motioned toward the ship before a couple workers moved over and started refuelling the ship as Eris came to a stop just in front of Sigea I take it that you are Sigea Valorous? I am Lady Eris, Twilight Mage of the Dark Jedi Order...
Post by Sigea Valorous on Apr 14, 2019 19:40:03 GMT -8
Sizing up the winged, armored female approaching, as she introduced herself, Sigea inclined his head respectfully.
"Milady, a pleasure. I am Sigea. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me..."
The Dark Jedi glanced around, taking it all in. Inhaling sharply and slowly exhaling, he spoke once more.
"To return home after so long...it is an unusual feeling, to be sure. But a welcome one. Too long have I spent, clawing out my existence on some backwater, holed up in a cave or shack...seeing our Order rising once more is almost heart warming, had I a heart to warm..."
The young man chuckles as his dry humor, all while maintaining eye contact with Lady Eris. Though he was being truthful, it felt good to be home once again...
The pleasure is all mine. It's always nice to have guests to keep things fresh... Though, if she was honest, they'd had quite a few guests of late. The number of Dark Jedi that were arriving to pledge themselves to the Order was a testament to the work they were doing here. But it also spoke volumes to the truth that Ifrit had once spoken about the Blackguard. While they preached of being an Order for all darksiders, they had gathered too much of a reputation for the Sith amongst their ranks.
Eris kept her attention upon Sigea as he examined the Temple hangar bay, exclaiming how happy he was to be back with the Order Home is what ever you make of it. But I should warn you, that this is not the exact same Order of old. The Fallen is in charge of this Order now, alongside the Fallen Empress. Two beings that have very different views to those that came before. But I don't imagine you will have too much to worry about... So, tell me a little about yourself Sigea...
Post by Mariah Shadows on May 18, 2019 11:16:34 GMT -8
- Approximately a Week after the New Arrivals to the Dark Jedi Order -
Mariah had spent countless days in her chambers, remaining 'anti-social' as some had put it. What they didn't know were the tedious hours she had pored into a personalized holomap of the meditative canyon. For the most part, Ifrit and Eris thought she wholly remained in her chambers, simply hiding her presence from all for her own selfish sake. However, she had spent many an early morning delving deep into the caverns, memorizing tunnels, and comparing it to prior notes. There was something that lurked deep within that canyon -- something that neither Jedi nor Sith knew about. There was only one reason that even Mariah knew about it. Old myths and legends told to her many years ago, when she was but one of many.
She had expected it to take her months to discover a flaw between known maps and her personalized notations, but there was one gaping hole that reared its ugly head in mere days. Either she was incredibly thorough, or this conspicuous discrepancy would lead to a dead end. Either way, there was only way to find out.
The catacombs from the hangar bay would be her quickest way into the tunnels to the canyon, a route she took this time, although she had opted for whatever silent escape from the Temple she could muster in times' past. She only paused briefly to look about the ships of the new arrivals. Some were new to her, arrivals she had yet to meet, while others were all too familiar. Xel-Tun's was one... as was the YT-1930 which belonged to Gavin Phoenix . The sight of it caused the woman to pause ever so briefly as she thought back to her last encounter with him. The thought of losing that duel still made her blood boil, even after all this time... and the remembrance of the discussion afterwards, paired with the knowledge that he was here -- and she knew he had made sure of it -- her hand instinctively reached for the one saber she carried with her.
Clearing the thoughts from her head, she sighed, released hold of the hilt, and forged her path forward into the catacombs. He had become a distraction in too many instances, and this wasn't one she could allow. She had no other option at this present time but to quiet the rage and push onward. With her presence still unable to be sensed, Mariah's figure disappeared into the darkness of the catacombs, with only a faint flicker of flame to light her path.
Post by The Sable Count on May 25, 2019 5:05:38 GMT -8
The Nexus set down in the darkened hangar of the Temple, it's two beautifully curved legs settling on the concrete floors. As the sphere at the back of the craft opened, the boarding ramp extended from the base of the door with a loud, pneumatic squeal and the ratcheting of metal as the ramp extended. As Aderon stepped out of the craft, his eyes had a brief adjustment period to the darkness of this particular hangar. So far throughout his life, he had been used to vast, airy, well lit and equally well-appointed hangars. However, this particular space took on a much moodier, darker feel than he was used to.
Aderon did not know what he had expected, but the building style was certainly cohesive with what he had heard about this group. Efficient, dark, mysterious, and not particularly grand. It would certainly be something he would have to get used to, though thankfully, according to The Fallen, he would be safe to move about the galaxy as he needed, making this not so bad.
Glancing to his left and right, he could immediately tell that his craft was seriously out of place amongst the others in the Dark Jedi Order. The hangar was primarily filled with a mix of bulky, well armed, and well armored military craft, whose designers had clearly paid no attention to aesthetics, and who were all painted various drab shades of grey. Interspersed among these sorts of crafts were well worn down light freighters, most of which were Corellian, and so carried the rough, uncouth, industrial feel that was common in craft to come out of that festering planet. These crafts were pockmarked with both blaster and asteroid impacts, and their owners had evidently not cared much for maintaining the aesthetics of the ships. And, if they weren't damaged, they were extensively modified, further breaking up whatever visual appeal these ships may have had. Clusters of Predator-Class Fighters hung from the ceiling, looking for all the world like bats, and adding to the cavern-like feel of the space. All this stood in contrast to the graceful Solar Sailor, which was covered in immaculately polished bronzium, and looked for all the world like a vessel that had just been hand forged by some sort of artisan.
Brushing all this aside, Aderon stepped off the boarding ramp of his vessel, the door sealing up behind him as he did. Ensuring that nobody was in this room, he made his way to the blast doors of the chamber and opened them up, beginning to proceed further into the depths of this heavy, dark structure.
The Moon has awoken with the sleep of the sun. The light has been broken, the dark has begun.
A speeder swings into the hangar, the engines drone and power down to high pitched whine, swiftly the personnel disembark and carefully yet hurriedly remove their would be patient. Staff from within the temple rush to meet the team and they quickly maneuver the hover gurney on its way towards the medical bay. As the gurney and the youth strapped to it makes its way to the med bay the team relay the wounds and injuries sustained, the team quickly work to install a central line do fluids and medicines can be delivered effectively and quickly and they administer painkillers as soon as the line is secured. The door from whence the medical staff came silently slides open and the team and gurney disappear into the bowels of the temple.
The path was relatively smooth as she made her way down the the mountainous area the coordinates pointed her towards. The clouds broke away to reveal the vast area, though she noticed a large opening in the crowd a little ways away. A crevice of some kind? Reaching out with the Force, she could pick up the presence of a number of Force-sensitives in the distance not far from the canyon. It seemed as if she might be able to figure out what it was as well as more of the planet before she left.
Guiding her ship, it wasn't long before she could see the temple built into the mountain range. Quite a defendable position. The only real assault that would be effective would be one from the sky, which made it easier to defend in the long run. A smart choice on the Spellweaver's part. A very clever man. As she made her approach, she noticed the opening in the side that gave her access into the hangar. Lowering the ship, she aligned herself before slowing down to a near crawl, her ship passing through the threshold. She could see hangar personnel directing her to a designated area, to which she complied. As the ship touched down, she took a deep breath as she stood and began leaving the cockpit. "Satele, begin shutting down the systems, please."
A synthetic female voice than resonated throughout the room. ::Understood, Luxeria.::
She could hear system after system powering down as she made her way down the hall towards her chambers. She had already healed the few wounds she received from Felucia, but what she was uncertain of was what to wear. Going to the closet, she debated the occasion and the options. Should she try to be presentable in front of him? As such, she could go with her more order based attire. Then again, the last time she had met with him, she had remained casual with typical shirt and pants. Or she could just let herself be comfortable and have some fun with those few that walked the halls and run with her skirt and spaghetti strap shirts. The idea made her smirk, ultimately making the decision for her. So she dressed in her light cropped black skirt, purple spaghetti strap shirt. It was a little more alluring which normally always got people's attention. replacing her belt, she left her regular saber behind as well as her orbs, electing to carry to two curved hilt saber instead. One each wrist, she wore the bangle Ifrit had helped her complete as she always did and the necklace obtained from Mustafar, which amplified her presence.
Once she was ready, she moved to the guest room where Umbra was watching over the child. He was still out. Taking a metal arm hard to the back of the head must have really taken its toll alongside using the Dark-Side as he did. She brought the thumb of her right hand to her mouth and chewed on it a bit as she thought about the battle and what she witnessed. Hopefully, Ifrit would be able to gleen more information about it. Taking a deep breath, she motioned for Umbra to follow. "Bring the boy. It is time to hand him over to his new master."
Scooping up the boy in his arms, the droid followed Luxeria out of the ship. Stopping at the foot of the boarding ramp, she reached out her senses, seeking out Ifrit. She had been told he was waiting in the Throne Room. Now to find where that was. Having a lock on his presence, she smirked as she departed the hangar.
Truth is only what your mind believes to be true and the mind is mine to mold. That is why you will always believe my words to be true.