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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 9, 2015 8:33:07 GMT -8
:: Lord Malvus. Welcome to Korriban. :: Colonel Raith, I thought your voice sounded familiar. At least I know security won't be shoddy with you at the head.Malvus speaks plainly to the Imperial, remembering him from a past encounters between Nicademus Delvardus and Colonel when Lord Sinistra still ruled the Empire. Last time he had heard or seen the Colonel's name was a report from Bastion involving his forces in the Imperial Military records. No reports involving his work for the Empire since had been noted. It did not matter to the Sith for the Empire was already crumbling; once loyal subordinates going out on their own to impose and follow their own agendas.
His eyes would glance over at the conference doors that remained closed for now. Then he watched as Colonel Raith retreated into the room for now, closing the door behind him. The Sith would remain outside, leaning against the wall infront of the conference room, his arms crossed over his upper torso for now as Malvus showed patience. Even as his senses dedicated a few newcomers, one of whom was all too familiar to him, the Red One remembered where he was. After all, this was the first time in a very long time since the Sith had ventured from his home to what seemed to be the makings of a summit. Not since the days of the Neo-Sith Empire under Feral Ragnos had he ventured into a more public domain.
What made Malvus curious though was why this location held a strong pull within the Force. Korriban was a dead planet, holding no more value to the Sith since its treasures had been raided and its knowledge absorbed. His mind wondered what had pulled him here and why it was pulling others to this location. Yet the Sith suspected his questions would be answered by someone here, so for now, he remained silent and patient.===================================== After some time, the Kissai would notice a Stormtrooper approach him. The Sith would stand upright from his relaxed position against the wall as the trooper approached him. From the helmet, the soldier's voice spoke.Sith Lord Malvus, you have been summoned to enter the conference room by Darth Archais. Please enter. The soldier gestures to the entry way. Without a word, Malvus walks towards the room, pushing the door open so that he may enter. As the Sith entered, his eyes took note of several figures in the room. There was Colonel Raith, another Kissai and a Human who also appeared to be Serndipalian, most likely this Darth Archais due to his proximity with Raith. His gaze then noticed a Nagai, most likely the well known Stevan Stormro, another Human, an Echani and finally, the only other presence familiar to him, the Enso, Bedrovelse Hevn. His eyes glanced at Hevn for awhile longer than the rest before turning his gaze to Colonel Raith and what Malvus suspected was Darth Archais.
The Sith was in the presence of many known Dark Side figures in the galaxy. So, for now, he remained silent and to himself.
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Darth Sobrius
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Sept 9, 2015 14:13:02 GMT -8
*Dreshdae. Unofficially, the capital of Korriban. It too bore scars, courtesy of the filth of the Jedi invaders. Sobrius scowled once more as his eyes scanned the horizon, but once more composed himself; there was a meeting to be held, and here Sobrius would learn if it had been worthy of his time.
Korriban... he'd been here before, of course; any being who considered themselves a servant of Bogan must make the pilgrimage to this sacred place at least once. But the circumstances of his own previous journeys were... not what Sobrius wished to recall. Perhaps he could truthfully consider this his own first journey to the planet, under his own power, his own true identity... Yes, this truly would be his first pilgrimage to the home of the Sith.
The shuttle touched down on a landing pad, and Sobrius made his way towards the ship's exit ramp. His only companions were the pair of shadowtroopers acting as his escort, as well as another pair to protect the ship and its pilot. Subortus had expressed desire to join him, but Sobrius, truthfully almost regretfully, required him to stay behind and watch after the temple, as the only man Sobrius trusted to do so. He was a brilliant protege, and perhaps even one day successor... but that was the dark side's will, not his own.
Normally Sobrius would have stopped, closed his eyes, breathed in the enriching, enveloping darkness; this the Jedi could never touch. But he simply marched on, allowing it to be his companion, guiding him to where he needed to be. His escort fell into step behind him, alert, weapons at the ready; Sobrius did not expect an attack, but having an escort would make anyone even considering it think twice.
He felt guided toward the conference chamber, which still stood before them. The presences of several dark side servants emanated from within. There was a guard placed, and a man clutching a datapad who approached the Sith.* "Your name?" *he asked.*
"Sobrius."
*The man perused his datapad, then nodded and gestured toward the building.* "Darth Archais awaits within."
*"Archais"... the man who sent the summons. Sobrius said no more and entered the building along with his escort. There were several others present, Sobrius acknowledging them only with fleeting glances. He was among fellow servants of the dark... ones who would rise up against the Jedi. Perhaps this wouldn't be for naught...*
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Sept 9, 2015 15:04:25 GMT -8
The Pirate's Simiyiar-class Freighter fly gently over the city, scanning as she went. The pilot had been instructed to fly slowly to the destination, the Captain wanted to know what he was getting into. The scanners reported back the location of the Corvette hovering over the city and that made Arkan nervous. He had the shuttle report this location back to the Cutlass, that made him feel a little better. It didn't take long to find the "spaceport" despite the lack of any landing signals or communication of any kind. Soon the pilot was putting the stolen ship down not too far away from the other ships.
"Keep the engines on standby, I want to be able to leave at a moments notice."
He said as he tapped the pilot's shoulder. A gesture that would be much more comforting if the Captain didn't have a habit of killing those that disappointed him. The Echani walked back towards the passenger ramp of the Mon Calamarian ship as the pilot began to form a cold sweat. In the back, ready next to the ramp were the four Black Guard he had chosen to accompany him. Each of them was a veteran of over one hundred raids and Arkan trusted their loyalty.
The ramp descended on Arkan's order and just before it was touching the dusty surface of Korriban his Guards were moving. Two fanning out on each side of the ramp, crouching and taking up defensive positions as two Stormtroopers approached. Emerging from the shadows within the cargo bay of the pirate shuttle, Xim moved swiftly down the ramp and towards the Stormtroopers. His legs were moving in a strange way, faster than walking but they didn't seem to be running either. The Executioner's black and red armour was in stark contrast the the Trooper's plain white. Despite the overwhelming urge to commit some sort of violence, Xim stayed his hand and instead stood in a fairly relaxed position a few yards in front of the troopers.
After a few seconds of silence Arkan walked from the shuttle. The silence was important to him, it meant no-one had yet been shot! It would be a shame to ruin this meeting before it began. He walked straight over to the Troopers, who had now halted their advance towards the pirates. The armoured captain motioned for his Black Guard to remain guarding the ship, he would attend this meeting with Xim and Three.
"Where?"
It was overly simple but he deemed it the only word necessary to elicit the answer he required from the Stormtroopers. Indeed he was right, they stood aside and gestured in the direction of what seemed like the main entrance hall of the spaceport, or what was left of it. Xim proceeded ahead, his bolt-thrower rifle in hand but held in a relaxed posture across his stomach. The captain glanced back towards the ship before proceeding after the Executioner.
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Stevan Stormro
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Sept 9, 2015 16:09:20 GMT -8
Stormro kept his ship's cloaking device active as he came in for a landing, waiting until the craft had settled gently onto one of the landing pads before deactivating the device. As the shroud faded a gleaming black chrome J-Type 327 Nubian Royal Starship came into view, its viewports all but invisible due to the dark tinting which made it nigh-impossible to look through them; Other than that and its odd coloration the elegant luxury craft seemed to be entirely stock at a glance. A few moments after the sleek craft had landed its side landing ramp lowered to the ground and Steven Stormro made his way down, the ramp raising back up and locking behind him as he strode towards the building where the meeting was to occur. As he crossed the landing pad his eyes glanced upward slightly to the corvette holding position overhead, still not terribly pleased by the circumstances surrounding this gathering. There were too many factors which he could not account for or predict to his satisfaction, and while he had certainly mitigated any potential damage by coming alone the self-titled Lord of Deception was still uneasy. None of the ships in orbit had registered with any of his former acquaintances and as he stepped inside the building he began to suspect that he would not know many of those who would be present, which of course meant even more unknowns to account for.
Making his way through the dusty hallway, Stormro slowed as he approached the meeting room and was intercepted by one of the Stormtroopers who was waiting outside with a datapad in hand. As the Nagaian Sith Lord suspected, his name was asked for and when he gave it the trooper scanned over their datapad for a moment before nodding in confirmation and waving him through. Stepping through the doors, he entered the conference room and quickly scanned over those who were already present, not recognizing any of the people who were present. His eyes eventually came to rest upon the sole person whom he could identify thanks to the very message which had summoned him to Korriban; Darth Archais. As he crossed the room to where the man who had arranged the meeting stood Stormro kept his sphere of influence pulled in tight, reducing his presence in the Force to the point that he might as well have been a non-sensitive. He moved with a cat-like grace which was somehow simultaneously reminiscent of both a warrior and a noble, and as he reached their host he gave a short, half bow of respect before waiting until a break in the conversation to speak with a warm, cordial smile.
"Lord Archais, I presume? I must admit to being somewhat curious as to why my presence was...requested." Even as he spoke the Nagaian Sith Lord could sense the powerful nexus of dark side energy and Stormro could only assume that whatever was the source of the nexus had something to do with the summons. "I must say that it is a shame to see the Valley of the Dark Lords in such a state; I documented and cataloged everything of use years ago of course, but the fact that future students will be unable to study our ancient forefathers directly is still unfortunate. I must admit that I am not surprised that they would destroy such artifacts; the Jedi fear knowledge and free thought almost as much as they fear the darkness..." Every word was spoken with an aristocratic Coruscanti accent and accompanied by a subtle, if appropriate, expression. Everything about Stormro's body language and mannerisms spoke of him being a diplomat more than anything else, yet clearly he had survived the assassin if he had arrived here and there was likely some nagging feeling that there was more to the lithe, elegantly dressed Nagai than he was letting on. "Of course, I doubt that we have all been summoned from the shadows of the galaxy merely to mourn to loss of a portion of our collective heritage, correct?" The question hung expectantly in the air, and if one looked closely behind Stormro's calculated facade a certain hungry gleam might be seen in his eyes for a moment.
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Darth Kruor
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Post by Darth Kruor on Sept 9, 2015 18:41:05 GMT -8
As the guests continued to make their way into the conference room that Gideon and his stormtroopers had secured, Kruor watched from the far side of the room, several meters behind Archais. The Kissai was dressed in his usual apparel - a thick dark cloak wrapped his body and shadowed most of his facial features. He had been meditating since he and his master had touched down on Korriban - the Sith pureblood felt a spiritual connection to this place. Eons ago, Kruor's ancestors may have called this planet home. Even now, the ambient spirits of Korriban seemed to welcome his arrival as if a lost child had finally been returned to them.
The Kissai's head perked as one of his kin entered the room. Malvus, was it? It was rare for Kruor to see another of his species - not that he actually felt any kinship toward the fellow pureblood. Judging from the Sith's size and build, Kruor would guess that a substantial amount of Massassi blood was running through his veins. In all likelihood, this Malvus was a brute. As long as he was useful, however, Kruor couldn't care less.
None of the other guests so far had stood out to Kruor especially. He saw his master approach one specifically - probably one of the more formidable beings that he'd been briefed on. He saw the glimmer of the crystal light up in the palm of his master's hand, turning away to avoid falling into another hypnotic trance. The Sith Lord still wasn't used to the presence of that... thing. With this much power concentrated in one location, Kruor was hesitant to let his focus drift from the present moment. He needed to remain vigilant, or he ran the risk of one of these petty Sith Lords taking an opportunity to strike against the Imperium.
He would remain inconspicuous and watchful as the meeting progressed...
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Sept 10, 2015 3:50:06 GMT -8
Hevn normally wore a scowl at the very least, and his face bent in painful awe at what he saw before him. It was less the illustrious gem than the wail of power it emitted as soon as it touched Archais' hand. Hevn's eyes narrow and fixate upon it. He leans in, and as his hand makes it's way for the crystal he fights it back to his side.
Bedrovelse had hunted and studied many years to lay eyes on such a thing. None of the tombs from which he seized his spells possessed such a jewel. None of the Jedi strongholds he had crushed and splintered possessed such a jewel. Not even the vault on Muunilinst had an object of such power. Hevn never found the number of simultaneous deaths it required to make such a gem. Hevn never once found the sacrifice required in any book or experiment he conducted. To a man of knowledge and deep understanding of Sith Alchemy, it was a miracle. A word that those with bitter souls used very sparingly.
It shouted at him through the force. A web of darkness enveloping each and every dark sider stepping into its presence. To those strong enough, it reached inside, and pulled. Only those weak enough acted on such impulses. Darth Archais touched it boldly, though it made him certain that touch was not wherein lied its dangers. The howl of souls crept from it like a whistle in the wind.
Hevn leans back, addressing Darth Archais. The awe is still evident in his tone as he speaks.
"Opportunity....is an understatement."
His eyes fight to stay on Archais' face. It was as if the crystal had grabbed him by the face and were straining to yank his gaze down toward it.
"I can barely believe my eyes. It's real. The possibilities are endless. The firepower to rival the Death Star that created it. An army of angry souls if the graveyard were big enough. There is a chance you could transform entire planets and species with this kind of dark side power. It can find its way into any weapon, rustic or advanced. Simply holding it in your hand could give you the strength to match us all."
Hevn steps back, eyeing Darth Archais with caution. A grin flashes over his lips.
"But if you couldn't do that already, I wouldn't have come."
A few short laughs come as the room begins to quickly fill. Nodding to Darth Archais as a sign of conclusion, he takes a seat at the table, patiently waiting to begin.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Sept 10, 2015 8:19:22 GMT -8
Arkan did not have to pause for long at the entrance of the spaceport for Three to catch up. The Twi'lek had proved useful and she seemed willing to continue to prove herself, some might consider her over-eager. Xim had no problem leading the way, the Stormtroopers would have been easy to follow even if the street was full of people. However the almost statuesque guards were the only living things in the streets. Soon the small band of pirates approached the building that seemed to be the meeting point, unless the Troopers were guarding a single building especially heavily for no reason! Xim stopped and waited at the side of the main entrance waiting for his Captain.
Arkan walked through the middle of the double doors as they opened, scanning the room from within his skull-mask. He noted the position of the beings in the large conference room and the Stormtroopers. He was not familiar with their insignia but when his eyes fell on Colonel Raith, Arkan knew he was looking at their commander. Close to the Colonel were two men interacting and discussing what one of them had in their hand. Arkan could not make out what this object of interest was so he began to walk closer. His right hand signalled for Xim to stay close to the door and for Three to follow behind him. He walked around Hevn's right shoulder to the side of both men and began to visually examine the crystal as Hevn stepped back and stopped talking. The Captain said nothing but was beginning to think this artifact was what had drawn the powerful and evil being to this planet.
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Kel Sentriss
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Sept 10, 2015 11:05:12 GMT -8
Archais nodded as he saw the recogntion in Hevn's eyes. He spoke truly, that this crystal was the key to a new Sith offensive. Now, though, it was time to drop the proverbial hammer. He spoke in response, making sure his voice was loud enough to be heard by the new arrivals.
"Oh, I can deliver. But more importantly, this isn't all."
He reached again into his satchel and, one-by-one, tossed a shard to each lord present, calling their name aloud as he did so.
"Malvus, Lord of Eriadu," he said to the red-skinned Kissai. "Bloodrage. I understand you lack our abilities in the Force, but your numbers and expertise will be useful to us," this to the Echani criminal lord. "Stormro. If it's artifacts you seek, then this should sate your appetite. And if it's revenge for Korriban you're after, then I shall provide plenty of opportunities," he said to the Nagai Sith. "Sobrius, the wanderer," he said to the elder human. "Kruor, my apprentice and second," he said to the second Kissai in the room.
He addressed the rest in turn, sent delegates of other lords who had received his message, totalling perhaps two dozen in number. Two dozen who would soon assemble a force that would bring the Jedi, and then the galaxy, to their knees. He let them inspect their crystals, already feeling from some of the lesser delegates sensations of duplicity, certain at least one of them would try to palm their crystals. He smiled in cocksure fashion, and spoke again.
"You've all been summoned because you have the tools we need to threaten the Jedi. The way of the darkside is traditionally of infighting - it strengthens us, hones us. And yet here we sit in the ruins of the Sith homeworld."
He began to pace side to side, hands moving dramatically in a sweeping fashion.
"The Jedi have grown bold of late. Too bold, and if they couple their might with that of the Republic then we will be lost before we have a chance to begin our work. The shards are our trump card, though. Couple together our resources, our cunning, and our power, and together we can rise to cast the Jedi down from their place among the galaxy's elite."
He ceased pacing, feeling as the ebb and flow of the dark side passed through the group. Despite the destruction that had taken place across Korriban's surface, the twist of the dark side was ever present, enduring...not unlike the Sith themselves. He turned to face the group.
"What I propose is a pooling of resources and a unity of action. An alliance is ill-suited to our kind - we must still cull the weak and look to strengthen ourselves; but with the right pieces in place, we will rise to challenge the Jedi, and we will bring them to reckon for a thousand years of dominance."
With a flourish, he threw his hand out and the holoprojector activated, bringing up a room-spanning map of the galaxy that was highlighted by a solid blue in the center and with stretches reaching into the Mid and even Outer Rim. Jedi space...Republic space. A smattering of worlds now appeared highlighted in red, denoting their importance. The few stormtroopers in the room handed a datapad to each of the lords, denoting much of the same information and a highlighted itinerary of what Archais planned.
"What I have is a plan. What we need are resources; armies, ships, and the materiel needed to bolster our numbers. Kamino, Felucia, Onderon, and a dozen other worlds are ripe for the plucking and provide the means to our ends. A pluck here, and we have our army. A subtle twist there, and the resources of a sector will sway to our demands. Subtlety will win this war, lords, and we have the advantage of the Jedi being completely in the dark. The time for open warfare will be soon coming, and when it does, we will bury the Jedi in the ashes of their Order. For now, secrecy will be our trump card, and we must take care to keep our operations hidden. Reveal ourselves too soon, and this revolution will be stillborn. Wait until the time is right, though, and with a careful placement of the right pieces..."
He raised his left hand in a fist that ejected his wrist-blade with a punctuating *shing,* letting the reverberating sound make his point.
"...and the Jedi will be dead before they know why. What say you?"
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Darth Kruor
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Post by Darth Kruor on Sept 10, 2015 14:36:23 GMT -8
The shing of his master's blade faded into a lapse of silence. In the span of the few moments it took Archais to make his proposal, the commotion of Sith and mercenaries was instantly replaced with a palpable wave of awe mingled with anticipation. Undoubtedly, each guest was examining the crystalline shard that Archais had gifted them. Even if those who held the crystals were completely inept in their ability to perceive and manipulate the currents of the Force, the sheer power irradiating from the objects would be enough to stir a profound reaction. Even on a physical level, the shards seemed to have a peculiar weight unfitting for their small size. Kruor had quickly deposited his own crystal in the folds of his robes - to him, the gift was mostly ceremonial. He was, by association, already within grasp of the powers these trinkets carried multiplied a thousandfold.
Kruor stepped forward from the back of the wall, framed by a pair of stoic stormtroopers. He took a knee as his master surely glanced back in his direction. The folds of his black robes swayed and brushed against the recently polished floor of the conference room - empty darkness replaced a fantastic sheen.
"My lord, your subjects will follow you to the Void."
The Kissai raised his head, letting the hood of his cloak fall behind his shoulders. Letting his yellowed eyes trail over each attendee at the summit, Kruor awaited their responses.
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Darth Malvus
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 10, 2015 18:29:30 GMT -8
Malvus extended his hand to catch shard handed to him. Quietly the Sith examines the reflective fragment; it was in that moment that he felt the pull within the Force that he had felt earlier on Eriadu and all the way to Korriban. Whatever it was, this shard was indeed the answer that he sought after, the reason why the Sith had been drawn to the barren wasteland of Korriban once more. His ears caught wind of the proposal made by Darth Archais, causing his red eyes to look up at the male as Archais paced and displayed the holomap. His free hand took the datapad granted to the Sith by a nearby Stormtrooper.
For a moment, silence fell. Though, in the end, it was Kruor who spoke first. Then Malvus stepped forth, looking directly at Archais.
I have a large host on Eriadu that thirsts for action, Lord Archais. Rigorously trained and drilled by the predecessor of Eriadu. And, fortunately, I still have contacts in my area of the galaxy with worlds that could supply ships and materials to this cause. Worlds that once owed allegiance to me personally. Whatever I can gather will be at our disposal and granted to our alliance.
With that said, the Sith went silent and waited for others to speak up as well.
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Sept 10, 2015 18:52:16 GMT -8
Arriving late to a gathering had never raised qualms with him. Over the extent of his existence he could remember no single time when his arrival, albeit necessary, had been given slander due to the fact he had arrived off of schedule. As a Jedi he recalled the occasional lecture, followed by a stern recollection of duty, but now he could only see the paths that lay before him. Each path different, but ironically similar by his own design. He had received the invitation but he had little care as to the time of his arrival. If he was needed, than they could wait a mite.
Having left his ship in the closest hangar, Aion made his way through the various halls of the city. Desolate would have proved to be the least effective term for the locale's condition and to add to the manner he dragged a hand along on of the walls, grazing it with his metallic fingers until he approached the hall where the darkness swelled at it's peak. It was as if the entire hall had ceased to give off life. A mix of hatred, malice, rage and suffering filled it and the air within but was polluted by something far darker. Something that could only have been expressed as a semblance of the death of a planet. A sensation unique in itself.
Stepping through the door and behind what appeared to be a variety of life forms, Aion made his way towards one of many of the lesser representatives and caught a glimpse of a strange stone. He could hear the voice of the man standing before the lot, but even as he made out what he said, his attention could only be fixed on the shard. Taking a few moments to concentrate, allowing the Force to flow through him, he raised his hand and caught the representative by the throat, suspending them on their toes as he slipped the shard from their fingers. Upon first inspection he felt as though he was standing at the edge of a wellspring. Not of life, but of death. Of an energy so dark that it should have made the very nerves of his spine crawl. And as he looked into it, watched it with a glaring intent, it was as if movement sprang across the near jet-purple surface. A lifelike glimmer that vanished as quickly as he'd seen it.
Gripping the shard tightly in his hand, the man still seemingly hanging by his hands clawing at this throat, Aion turned to face the crowd. Though, that notion was briefly noted as he moved past the beings standing before him until he could see the man preaching to them; the sound of the man he'd been suffocating barely noticeable as he crumpled to the floor.
"Were this the time we'd previously met I would have thought the very idea beneath you..." He breathed and took another glimpse at the shard before looking back up at Sentriss. "And yet, I see your bounds have expanded in a way to be... expected." He added and glanced around for a moment before bringing his attention back to Sentriss. "You have my attention... For now."
Lowering both his arms to his side, his desire to speak expunged, Aion allowed for the rest of the rabble, and those among them capable of calling themselves strong, their chance to respond to this Siths offer. He was not the one to question this plan, for he could see and feel the very essence of which the Sith was grasping for.
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Darth Sobrius
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Sept 10, 2015 19:19:50 GMT -8
*It took only a moment for Sobrius to locate the man known as Archais, partially from hearing another address him as such, and also due to his resemblance to the message retrieved from the corpse of the assassin. The man addressing Archais said what they likely were all thinking regarding the devastation of the Valley of the Dark Lords, and Sobrius inclined his head ever-so-slightly as though in respect.
But there was an item in Archais' hand, one that glowed a dark purple, almost black. Its pull... it was the very same as the pull that led him to this particular building. Not the gathered presences of Bogan's servants but this... artifact. The energy within... it twisted and curled and crept outward, though at the same time pulled inward. It was a paradox... an enthralling one. Its architecture, its pure draw...
The screams of the damned...
Souls. A collection of them. And this shard was not the only one, no... there were several more, and Sobrius' eyes were upon the satchel before he realized his gaze had shifted. And yet it felt incomplete... there were more, or at least a lode of origin...
Another spoke of the potential of these objects, of a weapon to rival the Death Star that created the shards. Sobrius froze for a moment. Alderaan... The instantaneous destruction by a weapon he— No. He never had involvement with that project; it seemed his delusions had not completely subsided. But they had no place here; his focus was now only upon the shards, the crystallized collection of the souls perished in the explosion, and its potential applications...
Sobrius heard the man named Archais speak for the first time, drawing attention to those shards not yet seen. He distributed them to the various gathered as he named them, Sobrius being sure to note these names; when he wasn't awaiting his turn, that was, masterfully masking his eagerness. "Wanderer," Archais called him, as Sobrius unfolded his hands and held both of them up, gingerly catching the object and cradling it in his palms with awe and reverence. Even his escort, troopers trained with the utmost of discipline, could not keep from tilting their gaze in its direction, drawn in by its sheer mysticism.
For a moment, even as Archais began to address the gathering at large, his gaze lingered upon the object, its reach almost seeming to creep into Sobrius' own skin. He regained his composure and, with some difficulty, directed his entire focus upon Archais. His choice of wording to explain why they were here, that they possessed tools needed to threaten the Jedi, was more satisfying to Sobrius than the term "worthy."
Infighting... Sobrius knew that well. Came to loathe it, even. But his past was the past, and a waste; his new life was before him. And indeed, it led, as Archais noted, to the attack upon Korriban's sacred sites. So now Archais was proposing a unity of sorts, one that still required "culling the weak," but also pooling of resources in order to challenge the Jedi, lest they become too powerful.
He resisted scoffing at the very idea of Jedi being "powerful."
A holoprojector came to life, displaying a map of the galaxy across the entire chamber, denoting targets, some of which Archais name. As he spoke the word "Felucia," an inexplicable cringe crossed Sobrius' features. Some feeling nagged at the back of his mind, though he could not place it. Best to not dwell on that now, he told himself.
As Archais finished laying out the basics of his plan, allowing an assassin's blade to emphasize his point, he asked, "What say you?" The first two to pledge their allegiance were, ironically, members of the Sith species; what must the pair of them feel regarding the recent assault upon the home of their species' origin, Sobrius wondered. The first seemed subservient to Archais, whilst the second had an army to pledge. Another, who seemed to know Archais, claimed that the latter had his attention.
Seeing his moment, Sobrius stepped forward.* "My allegiance is to Bogan, and if this is how we are to fulfill His will to eradicate the Jedi, then I and the Sith Temple of Clak'dor VII pledge our resources to the war, as well as the planet's military. If it is necessary, there is ample revenue to supply to the cause as well."
*Part of the terms he had made with the Bith governor of the planet were to be given control of the world's military when needed, though Sobrius had yet to exercise that control. Perhaps it was at last time...*
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Post by Nszun Kir Tervonit on Sept 10, 2015 20:37:42 GMT -8
How long had it been? Weeks? Months? In actuality, it had been years since he had visited Korriban, let alone the galaxy itself. Though recent events led him back not only to his home, but to himself. At the time he would not have admitted it, but Hyruza was lost. The fact alone that he referred to himself as Nszun was enough implication to how far he had fallen off the tracks of his alignments. But in many instances it is far beneficial to lose oneself and experience a sort of existential tribulation in the process. For it is as the saying goes, "You never know how good you have it until it's gone." How foolish had Hyruza's first days as a Dark Lord had been-- from the beginnings of his imprudent actions as a pawn of the Ronove Order, an unfortunate truth that Hyruza many a time had difficulty admitting, to his reign as Emperor of the Inquisitorious had been nothing short of bumptious actions and ideals-- a Sith that refused change in the Sith. That was the whole point of the Inquisitorious. Now of course, the intentions were right and the Empire served its place, but Hyruza thought himself a paragon of the Sith. And if no man that claimed to be a practitioner of the dark arts matched Hyruza's expectations, he would have been hunted to the ends of the galaxy until vanquished. He had been completely arrogant in his belief, but his rebirth was nothing short of prodigious. One could say his return to the Sith had been closely arranged-- prophetic even.
Soon after he had returned to himself, an assassin had been sent after him. For what reason was unknown in the midst of it. He had been out of the grand picture of the Order for some time. Who would have possibly known where he had been? But the reason became clear when after the assassin had been neutralized, Hyruza found a holorecording on the back of the assassin's dead body. It was an invitation to Korriban-- something about a meeting. And by the contents of the message, it was clear enough that he was not the only one to receive the summons. Nonetheless, if Hyruza had been invited after years of absence, it was clear that he was something of value. The very thought excited Hyruza. With his now reborn ideals of the Sith, which were of course still in development as he had decided to start from scratch and slowly build his philosophy up again, he could not help but feel ardent. The thought of being reunited with the Sith pleased him greatly.
However, his fervent thoughts quickly diminished into fear as he neared the beige planet. A sense of hollowness clung to him tightly. There was an emptiness in the planet. Korriban certainly still felt like Korriban. The Dark Lords of old's presence never left, but the power that the old Sith left felt tainted, violated. Something had defiled the Sith planet's all consuming dark aura. Hyruza knew that what he would find, he would not like. Nonetheless, the fury class interceptor plunged it's way through the broad atmosphere. The scene became clearer as he descended. And as he did so, he expected to see the towering statues based along the numerous tombs of the valley to come into view, but they never did. He thought of no other group that could have done this. The Jedi. Though even a feat such as this was audacious if anything. As much as it pained him, there was no time for him to dwell on his feelings. He could fuel his hatred later. Now was a time to demonstrate diplomacy. Lord Archais was awaiting the arrival of what Hyruza assumed would be many Sith and dark side adepts. He couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency.
As the Sith Lord began to dock his ship in the hanger, he noticed troopers that had been line against the walls of the hanger, and patrolling it as well, stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to the infiltrator. They immediately rushed to its location. Hyruza half expected them to prepare for fire. Steam blew from the bottom of the Lord's ship as the ramp descended. Hyruza took a short breath and walked down with his robe closed and his hood up-- almost making it look like he would spread his arms to display an attack. Though not to the Sith's surprise, but surely not his expectations, the troopers stood at attention to Hyruza-- creating a pathway for the Darth to walkthrough. A Sith commander trooper waited at the end of the makeshift walkway with a data pad enclosed in his left hand.
"Good evening, my Lord."
Hyruza slightly turned his head, but maintained eye contact with the trooper, "Did you just assume I was Sith?"
"Of course, my Lord. We cross referenced your ship's serial tag and confirmed it was yours."
Hyruza smiled arrogantly, "Ah, yes. Very good, commander. But say, and this is just a 'what-if' scenario. It probably wouldn't happen anyway," his tone was uncomfortably nonchalant, "but what if that wasn't me? And I was a Jedi assassin? What if I stole that ship and was planning a surprise attack. Now, I assume what happened on this planet was a result of Jedi antics," he paused, "Commander, I have been out of touch from recent events for a very, very long time. So I am not sure how long it has been since this ungodly tragedy, but I do know that a second attack would make the reconstruction of Dreshdae and coping with the Dark Valley's ruin a much more daunting task to say the very least. And if a Jedi had walked out of that ship," he pointed behind him at his interceptor, which continued to give off a hum as it was still cooling down after the descent, "You all would have been killed because you expected a Sith Lord, not a Jedi Knight. That was a apparent from the way your men were stationed. They were in no way prepared for an attack. Now of course, I have no doubt that you and your men are capable of fighting off a Jedi, but not if they're unprepared. So, commander, if I were you, I would always make sure to contact all flights from Dreshdae Spaceport even if you "cross examine" the serial numbers because you may never know who is really on that ship," his tone had grown more serious and grim as he spoke, but returned to a more happy-go-lucky tune, "Do we have an understanding?"
"I... yes! Of course my Lord! My apologies, truly."
The Dark Lord nodded, "It is alright. There was no harm done. Just don't make the same mistake or it will cost you your life. Now, I believe we have business or maybe you can direct me to said business?"
The commander returned to a more formal tone, "Darth Archais wishes to have an audience with you and others. Right this way, please."
Hyruza followed the trooper to a meeting hall where other Sith were already gathered. He first made his acquaintance with Darth Archais, the mastermind behind the gathering. The Dark Lord gave Hyruza a shard of some short. Though fragile at a glance, the weight of its power was grossly heavy-- a kind of power that makes one nauseous.
"This is... I know this power. Where did you...?" the two lords continued to speak, but Archais did not reveal much in their conversation. It was obvious he wanted to save the news to be addressed to the other Sith publicly. As they were talking, he noticed an all too familiar face in the crowd. He felt his signature, though his appearance had changed a bit as did his own. The meeting had already started, so there was little time to exchange words between an old friend, and at one point, an old enemy. Though that time had passed since they last met. And hopefully they could keep it that way. After Archais finished his address to the Sith, Hyruza gathered his thoughts. As he was, he heard the one called Malvus speak. Hyruza nodded.
"As do I," he spoke in response to Malvus, "Whatever contact we have with those that can provide the means for us to acquire a stable power base is crucial. We must be careful not to draw too much attention to ourselves in this time of gathering. After an attack on a Sith planet such as this, emotions are bound to be high. But we must keep them in check. It is essential that we be critical in our decisions. One slip up could cripple us. Accountability is everything in this. Though, as our history shows, it can be a tough idea to put into practice. We must be proactive in that," he paused and stared at the crystal in his hand, changing its position and observing how it caught the light on different positions, "My lord, you have my support."
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Kel Sentriss
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Sept 10, 2015 21:26:01 GMT -8
Archais let the crystals speak for themselves, watching as the gathered Sith chewed on his words and flooded the dimly-lit chamber with fascination at the power of the shards they held. In response to his call, he heard one voice.
"This is... I know this power. Where did you...?"
Archais reached once more into the satchel, pulling the final shard out. Perhaps a score were now circulated through the room, each a beacon in the Force.
"These are but a taste of what I have, Lord Hyruza. The Shard, as our Jedi guide called it, is a fragment of Alderaan, a remnant of the Force power of the billions killed by the Death Star some years ago. It had enough latent power to drive three-score sentients to kill one another, and those that survived were changed drastically. The real thing is...he paused, trying to find the words....it's hard to truly believe it is of this reality. In its presence, a single Force-user could do titanic things. Destroy a man, bend reality to his will. However, it holds itself back, and a certain Jedi is the key.
What remains is to hone it. I confess that such work is not mine of choice, and if any of you hold interest in such things I would hear it. Once focused, the power of the Shard will be unlike anything this galaxy has ever seen."
After a nod to Kruor, Archais turned to Sobrius, Hyruza and Malvus, the Kissai's beard-tentacles swaying slightly as he spoke.
I have a large host on Eriadu that thirsts for action, Lord Archais. Rigorously trained and drilled by the predecessor of Eriadu. And, fortunately, I still have contacts in my area of the galaxy with worlds that could supply ships and materials to this cause. Worlds that once owed allegiance to me personally. Whatever I can gather will be at our disposal and granted to our alliance.
As do I. Whatever contact we have with those that can provide the means for us to acquire a stable power base is crucial. We must be careful not to draw too much attention to ourselves in this time of gathering. After an attack on a Sith planet such as this, emotions are bound to be high. But we must keep them in check. It is essential that we be critical in our decisions. One slip up could cripple us. Accountability is everything in this. Though, as our history shows, it can be a tough idea to put into practice. We must be proactive in that.
"My allegiance is to Bogan, and if this is how we are to fulfill His will to eradicate the Jedi, then I and the Sith Temple of Clak'dor VII pledge our resources to the war, as well as the planet's military. If it is necessary, there is ample revenue to supply to the cause as well."
At some point several more had arrived, and they were passed a crystal as they entered. There was a scuffle away from the group, though, and Archais turned to see one of his stormtroopers held by the throat via the Force, the perpetrator none but an acquaintance of his from his days as Kel Sentriss.
"You have my attention... For now."
"And you mine, Kajasecticus," he said, the words a condemnation, and started toward the pair as the trooper dropped. "This will be the only time I tolerate aggression toward myself or my soldiers. Do it again and you will have me to reckon with, and I can assure you that my knife work has gotten no less creative since our last meeting, cretin."
Archais whirled, and turned back to the group with a shot look to Raith. He could feel the outrage flowing from the stormtrooper colonel, but now was not the time to have egos jump to the fore. There would be time for their ranks to be thinned, but it would be done surgically, methodically. Subtly.
"This is what we must avoid. We have evolved beyond the need for petty shows of force. None of we assembled would be here if we lacked the fortitude to survive my invitation, and from here it can be assured that any threat to this operation will be taken as a threat to me personally. I'll trust those of you here who know me by reputation will communicate that to your subordinates, and those with insufficient self-control to be considered competent.
Focus that bloodlust on the Jedi," he continued, resuming his circuitous walk about the room, now engrossed in his rant, "To show ourselves as subject to the chaotic pulls of the dark side is to show weakness in a room of rancors. Make no mistake, lords: I do not wish to compel your allegiance to me. Instead, consider the consequences of showing the weakness of impulsivity to a collective of power-thirsty Sith Lords."
He ceased at last, and let his words hang for a moment before continuing, acknowledging the comments of Malvus, Hyruza and Sobrius with a nod.
"Your contributions are significant," he said to the room. "Your men will be useful, as will your resources. But now we must use intermediaries, and our forces as they stand must remain where they are. The Jedi have spies, and should those spies report several planets' defenses gathering at one position? Folly. For now, we use intermediaries. The groundwork for a transportation network, one that cuts through Jedi space and otherwise, is already being laid. What we first need, though, is an army."
He nodded to one of the stormtroopers near the projector, and the man obligingly cued the next image up. The planet Kamino suddenly loomed overhead, with various reports and data filtering through on the side.
"The Kamino clonemasters, my lords. Capable of raising an army in months, faster if we've the credits. Which, thanks to my forgers, they'll believe we do. I shall lead a team to the planet, subvert and secure a cloning facility, and once it is held we shall reconvene there for the first stage in the building of our offensive. After our army will come weapons, materials, funds and the like, but this is the decisive first step in our campaign.
"Tomorrow, I will depart to Kamino with a small team. I will pose as a representative of a front corporation and there gain access to one of their facilities. The team will take down the city's defenses while I work from within, sowing discord and mistrust. The rest of you will await our signal, and when it is sent it will fall to you to pacify the city in the more...traditional sense. Colonel Raith will have more details on this. Gather your vessels, rendezvous with our forces, and await us until we re-establish communications. Once that is done, we will have our army."
He made another sweeping gesture, and the hologram vanished. The room was left with its low lightning, and Archais clenched a fist as he spoke once more.
"This is the first step, lords. This is where we drive the first spear toward the heart of the Jedi. Play your roles, and know that when we show ourselves to the galaxy, we will be heralded by the ashes of the Jedi Order."
He offered nothing else. He turned and strode from the room, eager to see to his preparations. This was the fire he hoped to stoke in his fellows, the goal being competency in their war with the Jedi. If he focused that, fed it, they would be too enthralled with the Jedi to be at one another's throats; and when they were, it would make his treachery all the more beautiful.
For now, there was work to do. His heart howled for blood, and the sooner he was off, the sooner Jedi would die. This was to be glorious.
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Stevan Stormro
Kumauri Industries
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Sept 11, 2015 11:34:07 GMT -8
Stormro smiled slightly in amusement at Hevn's reaction to the crystal, his own thoughts mirroring those of the Dark Jedi even if he was unwilling to allow his eagerness to show. He was not among friends, let alone trusted associates, and he had no intentions of revealing any more than he had to. Furthermore, as much as his darkness hungered to claim this power as his own, Stormro knew that if others had the crystals as well then his own mediocre connection to the Force would still be outclassed. No, now was not the time to act like an alpha and fight for dominance, especially when there were so many others in the galaxy who could clear the way for his ascension for him. As the meeting proper began, the self-titled Lord of Deception contemplated his crystal in silence as one by one the others in the room began to chime in, willingly pledging their resources and showing their hands in support of a Master whom, to his knowledge at least, had shown nothing which in his mind merited such openness and loyalty. The plan itself was incredible, both in its vision and its foolishness; weaponizing such an invaluable artifact, regardless of the power such a weapon might have, would serve only to paint a gigantic target on the Shard's proverbial head and galvanize the Jedi into action against them. Disgust flooded his mind at their foolishness, yet he allowed none of that to show as he listened to Archais' speech; he had not survived for as long as he had by allowing his true thoughts and motivations to be known. While to him the plan was utter foolishness there was opportunity here none the less and if this Archais was intent on destroying the invaluable artifact then Stormro was determined to, if nothing else, play along enough that he could study it in the hopes of replicating it. He would play the subservient role as he often did, ensuring that he could gain access to what he desired without committing himself to the point that he was vulnerable, and when everything fell apart as it always did he would claim what he could from the rubble and vanish back into the shadows.
As Archais concluded the meeting and began making his way from the conference room Stormro slipped away from the others to fall in step with the man, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial level as he spoke. "Kamino is most certainly the ideal place to raise an army in secret Lord Archais but, as I am sure you know, the Kaminoans themselves cannot be trusted. They have often harbored sympathies towards the New Republic and the Jedi since the days of Palpatine's empire and during Palpatine's reign they openly rebelled against his authority, using his own clones against him. They are exceptionally knowledgeable, to be certain, but it would be folly to trust them as anything more than mere advisers. If I may be so bold as to make a suggestion it would be wise to have one of our own oversee the creation of our armies to insure ourselves against any insidious tampering or leaking of information. He did not go so far as to suggest that it be him who was chosen to oversee their cloning efforts, although that was certainly his desire as well as the conclusion which he hoped the other Sith Lord would arrive at. Let Archais and the others think themselves the masterminds of this venture, so as to minimize the focus on himself when the Jedi inevitably caught wind of their efforts. "The last thing that we need is the Jedi using some sort of contingency order which was implanted in our clones during their training to turn our soldiers against us at an inopportune moment; I would die from the irony alone, not to mention the embarrassment of having made such a foolish mistake..."
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Gideon Raith
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Post by Gideon Raith on Sept 11, 2015 12:48:05 GMT -8
Without hesitation, the Stormtrooper’s hand had shot towards his holster and the disruptor pistol encased within. It was an instinctive reaction to seeing one of his soldier’s lifted from the ground by the insufferable magicks that had separated the mortal dregs of his Legion, and the Gods he now stood amongst. He would’ve been none the wiser, had his visor not informed him that one of his Troopers were in duress. The sigil bearing the name of Deacon began to fluctuate and flicker from the erstwhile emerald hue it had once been, and faded into a critical shade of crimson. The man had been outside his field of vision as Gideon devoured the presented information, and thus the attempt on his life would’ve gone unnoticed by the Commander until the Trooper was already dead. Thanks to the wonders of technology, though outdated in comparison to some of the more fringe elements of the fractious Imperial factions, Gideon’s auto-targeting system had directed his attention towards the man and his soldier thereafter. No one messed with his men and lived to fight another day. They were not simply cannon fodder to be tossed to the wolves and stamped under the feet by a man’s petulant desire for acceptance among his equals.
Once the reticle had locked onto the metal-bound man and softly chimed that now would be the perfect chance for him to strike, his pistol came free and the barrel was aimed squarely at the man’s chest. One shot was all he would need, and the Sith would be dust - a fond memory in the annals of history and forgotten by the galaxy at large. Yet, as his finger pulled back upon the trigger, he felt the mechanism catch. No, the pistol had been well maintained and he assured himself that none of his weapons would ever fail him when the time was right. What happened!? Why did the man still live, and his soldier lay dying!? No. It can’t be true. Gideon’s ire began to rage within his breast as he yanked upon the trigger even harder, willing the plates to connect. Though his eyes were artificial, their edges began to run red with hatred. He wanted that man to pay for what he had done. That man had a family and had fought alongside him since the very days of the Emperor Omega’s Empire. He deserved better than this. Yes, violent men died violently, often so badly that there was little chance to recover their remains; But when a violent man had died a senseless death without the chance to fight back!? That was unacceptable.
He tried pulling the trigger several more times before he had caught the Lord Archais’ eye. In that glance, the Stormtrooper felt his anger being siphoned off and filtered through the most arcane means. We were here, not to kill one another, but to align our goals atop one another and ensure the mutual destruction of anything that stood in their combined path. That point had merit, but it couldn’t excuse how one of his men was treated like a rag doll clenched between an infant Nexu’s teeth. His rage began to ebb, as he felt his rational mind slowly take hold. Had his pistol been allowed to fire, the mounting tension in the room would’ve broken and there would’ve been a bloodbath. These allies of convenience would’ve torn each other apart in the pursuit of dominance while his men would’ve been caught in between. Sure, they would’ve gone down fighting and possibly taken one or two of these bastards with them, but could that possibly be worth the cost of everything his Lord and Master had been working towards? No, It wasn’t.
So, as Gideon lowered and holstered his weapon, the pressure of his rage had faded almost in its entirely, as did the subtle tingling in his trigger finger. No doubt the Lord Archais had used his telekinetic powers to keep the trigger from unleashing a superheated bolt of vengeance from his pistol. Nevertheless, the trigger did catch and that meant he would spend several laborious hours cleansing the weapon to ensure that such a travesty did not happen again. Now free of his own anger, the Stormtrooper sub-vocally ordered two of his soldiers to collect the fallen and have him returned to the Corvette directly stationed above the ruined city. There would come a time, he told them, that we shall have our revenge, but for now - play the part. His time will come.
Until then, there were matters that needed to be addressed. Pulling his helmet free and placing it upon the table, Gideon’s silver and azure eyes flicked towards the now silent holoprojector. It was true he could use the tactical map aboard his corvette to plot out the various aspects of the Operation, but he needed something to take his mind off Deacon’s critical condition and he doubted that simply going for a walk would clear his mind.
He needed something more… taxing.
Sighing heavily, the Stormtrooper took up one of the seats surrounding the table and yanked the data drive from the holoprojector. Equipping himself with one of the many discarded crystalline slates, Gideon began familiarizing himself with the cloning facilities within the heart of Tipoca City. Even if the Captial had not been their target, he knew that these Longnecks would keep a similar pattern in their shared cultural architecture. That meant smooth and lengthy corridors, with plenty of rooms to use for provisional barricades. Granted they would do little in the destructive path of a lightsaber, but it would give his men the time they needed to line up their shots. Even the most powerful of Jedi knew to never charge a well-trained foe without something to draw their attention. Not even they could redirect the malicious energy spat forth from a wall of bodies armed with repeating blasters. From there, he began prowling through his diminished stock of ordinance. He had tripwire mines, thermal detonators, and shaped charges. Nothing to scoff at mind you, but it lacked his usual zealous flair.
If only he had his artillery...
Never the less, he would busy himself with the tedious logistical tasks of securing and then later fortifying the Kaminoan City, until the time had come for him and his men to leave this wretched world behind.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Sept 11, 2015 14:08:22 GMT -8
The Pirate's Simiyiar-class Freighter fly gently over the city, scanning as she went. The pilot had been instructed to fly slowly to the destination, the Captain wanted to know what he was getting into. The scanners reported back the location of the Corvette hovering over the city and that made Arkan nervous. He had the shuttle report this location back to the Cutlass, that made him feel a little better. It didn't take long to find the "spaceport" despite the lack of any landing signals or communication of any kind. Soon the pilot was putting the stolen ship down not too far away from the other ships.
"Keep the engines on standby, I want to be able to leave at a moments notice."
He said as he tapped the pilot's shoulder. A gesture that would be much more comforting if the Captain didn't have a habit of killing those that disappointed him. The Echani walked back towards the passenger ramp of the Mon Calamarian ship as the pilot began to form a cold sweat. In the back, ready next to the ramp were the four Black Guard he had chosen to accompany him. Each of them was a veteran of over one hundred raids and Arkan trusted their loyalty.
The ramp descended on Arkan's order and just before it was touching the dusty surface of Korriban his Guards were moving. Two fanning out on each side of the ramp, crouching and taking up defensive positions as two Stormtroopers approached. Emerging from the shadows within the cargo bay of the pirate shuttle, Xim moved swiftly down the ramp and towards the Stormtroopers. His legs were moving in a strange way, faster than walking but they didn't seem to be running either. The Executioner's black and red armour was in stark contrast the the Trooper's plain white. Despite the overwhelming urge to commit some sort of violence, Xim stayed his hand and instead stood in a fairly relaxed position a few yards in front of the troopers.
After a few seconds of silence Arkan walked from the shuttle. The silence was important to him, it meant no-one had yet been shot! It would be a shame to ruin this meeting before it began. He walked straight over to the Troopers, who had now halted their advance towards the pirates. The armoured captain motioned for his Black Guard to remain guarding the ship, he would attend this meeting with Xim and Three.
"Where?"
It was overly simple but he deemed it the only word necessary to elicit the answer he required from the Stormtroopers. Indeed he was right, they stood aside and gestured in the direction of what seemed like the main entrance hall of the spaceport, or what was left of it. Xim proceeded ahead, his bolt-thrower rifle in hand but held in a relaxed posture across his stomach. The captain glanced back towards the ship before proceeding after the Executioner.
Three followed her new master to the meeting as presumed. As he took his place, the slave took place by the wall right behind him. From here she could see everyone in the room including her Master, the Captain. Should anyone want him harm, she would be ready with weapons and her yellow smoke granade to try and nullify threats and telekinetic attacks. Then, she would try to extract te Captain as fast as possible, but even with his bodyguards there, she guessed their chances at 8 percent. Bit more if the sith turn on eachother over that fancy rock of theirs they seem to be so mezmerised by.
Even worse then that, she guessed the Capains chacnes of survival at 0, for her priorities changed as soon as One and the Mistress entered.
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Nothing could track that ship. There was just one other of its make in the galaxy, and that was a legendary one. In contrast to its more notorious sistership, the Inner was a less known fact in the galaxy. In truth, most whom had ever seen it missjudged it for the Crete, the personal transport Herceles-class Escape Corvette of Seleevan Khar, the Beast of Vortex. That is how the owner of the ship, Atia, Bloodhound of Dathomir, Nightsister, Slave, Slaver wanted it.
The ship sat down by the Sith Academy, wich was abandoned save for one lone student/slave. That slave was actually an agent of the Crucible, the Banshee known as One, or on her name as Sienn'rha Lestin. The red Twilek greeted her mistress on her knees, and then they mounted the red twileks Speederbike, and headed for the meeting. This meeting did Concern Atia. She would not have bothered with it if an assasin was not sent to deliver the invitation. She would either just have had One take care of it, or have any other team of Banshees set after them, but an assasin is personal, especially since she was sent to Dathomir herself. This made the invitation also into a threat. Atia could have come as one of her aliases, Nameless Slave, The Sith known as Darth Anonymous, Pirate commander Atia of the Glass Eye Fleet, or any other name she sometimes calls herself. But no. The Assasin with the message was sent to Dathmir, wich brings Dathomir under the eyes of the person whom sent the message. Any interest, ANY, given to Dathomir is a threat that is to be handled with care and seriousness. So, th council that rules in stead of the absent Matriarch decided to send the Bloodhound, as she is, to confront whatever reason the invitation was sent for.
The yellow hooded and cloaked figure walked up to Raiths guards, and showed her invitation... the invitation wich was stuffed into the mouth of the corpse head that was floatng in a bottle of Fermalhydrate-like liquid. She was shown to the meeting.
Around the time everyone else arrived, so did the woman in the yellow cloak. The cloak was richly decorated with red and black dragonlike wyrms on its corners, spiralling along the edges of the cloth. It revieled nought of the person under it. One, the red twilek walked along with her mistress, she wore the traditional ware of a Sith Apprentice of the Korriban Sith Accademy. Lightsaber on her left, E11 on her right. Since Felvn and his cronies simply vanished, she has been hiding there as one of the apprentices, mainly the only one, waiting for any sith to take her up so she could continue her mission wich was to spy on the vile darksiders.
As the Crystal was shown, the hood of the cloak fell back.
The yellow twileks face was one of the most beautifull in the galaxy, should she be judged by objective sources. It was her blessing and her curse. The slaves collar on her neck was proof of that. Surely this would bring scrutiny to her presence, a mare slave among the greatest of what the darkside ould offer, but if she IS here, there better be a good reason. There was. There was allright.
As loyality and resources were offered upon the reviel of the great artefact, Atia did not hesitate to join the little group. She had an artefact of her own, a Sith artefact.
"For those whom may not know me" She shot in when there finally was silence for her "I am Atia of the Nightsisters. I have full authority to speak on the behalf of the Conclave. The conclave will join this effort, and with the full support of the Juvex Imports Exports." This, of course did not sound grandiouse. Some here might know of the Juvex Imports Exports, like the Captain of the Bloodrage Pirates, whom have personally dealt with the organisation. This was not the sith artefact she was ready to reviel for the sith themselves. Her next offer was. "And the same goes for my personal power, and the power of the Crucible."
That may put a pin in some peoples ears. She just started a very dangerous game, but a game that needed to be played none the less. Sith respected power, and the Crucible represented just that. An old old institution of sith heritige, in the hands of alowly slave, a Nightsister none the less. The Crucible was known to raise armies of soldiers to conquer, armies of beaurocrats to rule, and armies of servants to bolster egos. That, was power.
Atia was also happy to see her beloved Three, amongst the Bloodrage entorage. Was a big pluss in the book of the Banshees, whom were out in the galaxy as a test to see if their training makes the agents that the Crucible needs for its purpouses. But nothing made her more happy, more jelous, more greedy and more craving then that crystal. That was most the reason why she agreed to this insanity that the Sith was offering. Insanity, yes. He was about to embark on a road that would bring the force out of balance, and that was more dangerous then any raving rancor in a window store. But that stone... ... That stone is bautifull... That stone... ... That stone... Colder then her eyes, those blue that have seen all the cruelty a sentient creature can do to an other. It birthed a need in the Nightsister that she had never felt before. It was love at first sight.
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Post by Nszun Kir Tervonit on Sept 11, 2015 16:39:56 GMT -8
Having an army was a top priority for the newly formed Sith. Hyruza nodded in agreement. If the Kaminoans couldn't be trusted, having a Sith oversee the creation of the clones would be vital to their goals. The Sith Lord decided to keep silent for awhile. He found himself thinking about the shard again. He was no longer overwhelmed by its power, that he had gotten use to. Of course, this wasn't the real thing. What distracted him was not the shard, but every other Sith's reaction to it. They were fixated. No. That was an understatement. Their jaws were practically on the floor. They might as well been drooling over it. The thought was a tad bit disgusting. But, it brought to mind what they were all thinking. They wanted it-- the real thing. They wanted it for themselves. It was only natural. Everyone had some sort of ulterior motive, which was nothing wrong in and of itself. Because some of them could have motives that could coincide with the grand plan. But if this alliance was to work, it would have to have cooperation, as Archais and himself had said previously. But rather than mindless haughty actions being the downfall of this new uprising, shamelessly displayed by the one called Kaj, their demise would be endless fighting over the crystal. If the shard was to be harnessed, it would have to be after this massive campaign was all said and done, and it would have to be ruled by more than one. It was simply too powerful to be handled by one Sith alone. Not that one could not handle it, but that there would be too many hostilities. One Sith alone could not afford being targeted by so many. That would be inevitable if held on by a single man.
Hyruza wasn't so sure where his niche would be in this undoubtedly long campaign, but he knew his loyalty was to this. He had been Sith for a very long time, but was recently reborn after leaving them once for many a year. This was exactly what he needed, what he craved. Conquest was his goal. Eradication of the Jedi was his pleasure. And acquiring more power was his dream. And those dreams would be made into reality the further the alliance grew closer to its goal. Though not knowing what his purpose would be specifically, he knew that not matter what he would find himself in, he would always keep watch. For such a plan to be revealed to this many Sith was undeniably dangerous as it was brilliant. As a result, the Sith Lord suspected many would want to take advantage and go off the tracks onto their own path, a path that would compromise the entire goal. Hyruza would take it upon himself to make sure that wouldn't happen. He would keep watch over them all like a nogull. Whether they knew it or not. The meeting was closing and people began filing out of the once crowded room. As he himself walked out, he looked for Hevn, but could not find him. Perhaps there paths would cross on Kamino.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 11, 2015 18:47:10 GMT -8
Malvus listened quietly to the plans discussed by Darth Archais and those gathered. The beginning operations were to begin in a section of space that the Sith knew very well about. The Western Outer Rim had been his home for many years now, a region of space that the Sith could never seem to leave for too long, eventually returning to it to brew up new plots and plans. Perhaps his knowledge and history with the area could prove invaluable. It was this thought that caused him to step forth to speak.
Darth Archais, if I may speak...the Western Outer Rim has been untouched by the Jedi and neglected by the Republic for as long as I can remember. And I have been in that region of space for many years now. As it is untouched by our enemies, its potential is ripe for the plucking and thus the outcome of its potential could bring much gain. It is something that should be noted.
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Sept 11, 2015 19:27:53 GMT -8
Meanwhile walking through Dreshdae Xxoxia managed her way from the Simic towards a point indicated on a holothic display which she held in her hand. She was close now, close to this gathering and possibly closer to her Master. With a thought she reached out in the Force, wondering if she'd be able to sense him, but she was bombarded with others; many others. Xia winced, her mind recoiling from the imprinted strife swirling unseen around her. "So..." She said, understanding at last why this planet was so important to the Sith. "It's more than just a pile of destroyed temples and dusty tombs?" She mused before seeing several armed troopers guarding the outside of one of the few remaining buildings. She approached cautiously, the cowl of her cloak covering her head and face from prying eyes.
"I'm to take it that this is the gathering spot?" Xia asked one of the sentinel troops.
Aye, maim. The Lords have already started to convene... would you like to be announced?
"No, that isn't necessary..." She replied softly to cater to the trooper's misplaced chivalry. "Though, do you know if a Lord Jud'dayus is among the Lords inside?"
The guards gave each other a look, no doubt discussing the question amongst each other via comms before Xia received an answer. We wouldn't know that maim. We're just here for muscle.
Xia gave the honesty a tiny snort of amusement. "I see," she said as she walked past the flanking guards and into the building. " I suppose I'll have to see for myself." Just outside the Council Chamber The building was drab and dim, much like the Temple on Tatooine. So, in an odd way Xxoxia felt at home for a moment. It only took several steps to come to another set of doors; the sound of voices only audible in muffles through it. Xia stared at the portal and steadied her breathing, centering her thoughts and calming her mind to mask herself as she'd been taught. She was apprehensive, her mind touching on the hunger, anger, ambitions and chilling callousness in the room past this door.
She was alone, she was young, she was a she...
"It doesn't matter..." She voiced to herself out loud, a kind of mantra she'd started since her meeting with Sinistra on Kuat after her "abandonment" by Jud'dayus. "I'm the Errant to the Flame. I'll be the Flame." Xia said confidently, her eyes narrowing in determination before activating the door to open.
The darkly cloaked figure of Xxoxia stepped silently into the Council chamber, and said nothing as she walked past those present and to an empty section around the holographic display. She knew that it would be perceived as hubris, or even disrespectful and offensive, but that was part of what she wanted. If there was one thing she'd taken from her time with Jud'dayus and recently with Enam - it was how to show those who looked down upon you to go fug themselves. The thought gave her a smile and more confidence as it was obvious she was one of only two woman in the room; no wonder why the trooper has balked at her arrival, she was an oddity.
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