A Cold, Dark Place [Ask for Invite]

[Boethiah]

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Dromund Kaas​

-Sith Space-​

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Of all the Sith worlds, Dromund Kaas is perhaps the most remote. Formerly the capital of the Sith Empire, this once jungle world has fallen into obscurity; an ice age holds dominion over its landscape and dark skies above are drapes pulled over the little source of light that is its star. Now Kaas was a world under The Primeval, their fleets patrol its system and small outposts dot the destitute surface, constricting the planet of what little life it has left. But there's something else, too, the dark side's presence still lingers. Anyone who steps on the world can sense that pressure, a weight being placed on your shoulder, the feeling that you're being watched by an unseen force lurking in the shadows. Something has returned; and it's growing stronger.

Retribution​

-Caisson-class Assault Transport-​

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A single frigate is orbiting above, the Retribution is one of the many such transports used by the Bleeding Sun and their Exemplars. Only this one was not on a mission to hunt down pirates, kill a dreaded beast, or subjugate a rebellious world out here in Wild Space. No; this particular ship was under the command of Anja Aj'Rou, the Host Lord. With her are some of The Primeval's force sensitives and other interested parties. It is strange for so much force energy to be concentrated in one place and it likely wouldn't go unnoticed to anyone who could sense it.

The starship flew about the gravity well, drifting elliptically as sensors scanned the world below. Signs of life and settlements were received, nothing unusual, just the outposts that they've placed there several years ago. The ship's crew operated well, they were trained and disciplined in the nature of observation. If anything unusual could be found, they'd find it.

Inside the mess hall, Anja lounged in a chair at an isolated table, her eyes were focused on a small datapad in her hands as she reviewed the data.

The intercom blared, "initiating final approach, we're scanning the surface and will land at Outpost Seven near sector XA-TWELVE-DASH-FOURTY." The intercom turned off in a similar fashion, static before cutting out. The ship continued to change course as it made its approach, adjusting trajectory, velocity, and other variables. All of which went unnoticed for those aboard thanks to the artificial gravity systems.

Anja rose to her feet, one of the officers aboard the vessel ran up to her, bowing his head. "Shall I summon them, Your Worship?" He asked coolly.

She nodded, "yes have everyone assembled in the mess," she waved him away. The man walked over to an intercom device on the wall. Wherever the passengers were aboard the vessel, regardless of what they were doing, they'd each receive a notice to report to the mess hall immediately.

[member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Auswyn Nothrael"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Isabella Denko"] | [member="Kuryr"] | [member="Nyx"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Spoiler: OOC

If you feel it'd make more sense for your character to arrive in the thread by their own means, feel free to do so. However; if you wish to get a jump start interaction I suggest being aboard the transport. Obviously it all depends on what makes sense for your character!

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[Isar]

An Ewok wandered into the mess. He found he was the first to arrive, so he promptly sat down and started eating. His short, chubby form didn't exactly need more padding, but it was a mess hall after all... and he was hungry. For a few seconds he sat there shoveling food into his mouth, but before long he found himself ready to give anything for a hunk of roast Boar-Wolf.

Warok licked his lips and took his mind to someplace other than food. The planet, ah yes, Dromund. Now a mere ruin of former glory and fast turning into a frost-bound version of Korriban. A frozen graveyard, freshly made thanks to the Mandalorians. Warok wondered just how many errant spirits of dead Sith Lords wandered ground-zero of the former citadel. It had been over six years since that Empire had collapsed. There might not be any artifacts worth plundering after what the beskar barbarians had done to the place. Nothing but the haunt of ghouls now.

Good. Good. Warok had come for the ghouls. And the bodies. Oh yes. So many bodies. He crammed a spork full of food into his mouth and munched gleefully.

 

[Isabella Denko]

As the intercom sounded Isabella looked up from the book she had been reading to pass the time. The only good thing about space travel was all the free time. It gave the avid reader Izzy an excuse to just sit around and do nothing but read. The books she chose for trips such as this were normally trashy romantic novels not anything intelligent. Sometimes she liked to read about something other than the bibliography of so and so and space travel gave her this outlet.

Bookmarking her page Izzy crawled out of her cot and shoved the novel in her bag. The last thing she wanted was to leave it out and everyone to see it. That would be super awkward and embarrassing for the little witch whom was finally beginning to find her footing here. Once the book was sufficiently covered she straightened out her dress before making her way to the mess hall.

Upon arrival Isabella wasn't surprised to see others pouring in as well and taking their seats. Once she found an empty seat Izzy plopped down before anyone else could and waited for this thing to begin. She had a feeling that it would once everyone arrived.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Unlike everyone else here, the Corpulent Master was not residing in his own private sanctuary somewhere on this ship. No, if he wanted sanctuary, he would have isolated himself deep into his own massive ship. So then, why was this former Emperor resurrected abruptly from the Netherworld by Akala and her shenanigans, within this ship full of mere children? Bugs to be squashed under his tutelage... as was often the case for the Master of Gluttony.

Actually training students was too much of a chore for him really, and he figured if they weren't strong enough to suffer under him to grow, then they didn't deserve the chance to grow at all. Teaching was far too boring, and mundane for the Pillar of Knowledge, who had sacked the information from the entirety of the Sith Empire's archives since the beginning, until meeting his end as the Shadow Emperor.

Oh, what a dreary chapter of his life. So filled with paranoia and preparations, that in the end turned out to be fruitless and rather... counterproductive measures in the end. Now alive, and full of... indifference to the galaxy, with only a desire to reclaim what was once his, he wanted to pick up his tarnished reputation as a cunning Sith Lord, and erase that imposter that had done so many... utterly stupid things.

Attempt to gather a number of Sith to join him in conquest? Utterly stupid, and uncharacteristic! Turn oneself in to the Mandalorians to stage a Rebellion? Idiotic beyond comprehension! Attempt to unite the sith under some... deity he invented? Moronic to the ninth degree! Of all the stupid things he could have done, the one thing he regretted most of all was not realizing his binding ritual had been tarnished. His failure was absolute in this way, thus when he died the essence of his Soul was divided by dually attractive forces: One was his faulty ritual, sapping away the lesser portions of his personality, whilst the the other was the pull of Chaos, which took the only part of his personality and soul that mattered in the end, not protected by his ritual.

For more than six years since, that - falsification - had been running amok all that would have been his legacy, while he slumbered in Hell. Luckily, one particular slug was able to wake him up just in time for the galactic mayhem of the Netherworld event in the Garden of Thorns, just above Dromund Kaas. It took a long while, but eventually that... Zambrano the Hutt... had sealed his fate to be living once more. A second chance, to perfect his reputation within the galaxy. To start anew, from which was currently scattered ashes.

His anchored fixation to watch [member="Ashin Varanin"] finally die, however... has yet to be re-established as something he desires, since being returned to flesh. No longer an imposter spirit, there was no reason to hate her in such totality as to lock his existence upon the condition that she was alive... no longer a necessity for existing. Maybe perhaps, he could make amends with such people in his life... if he remembered correctly from the destroyed imposter spirit of himself, the lifeless fool had actually managed to make an enemy out of [member="Darth Vornskr"]. This angered him to no end, but in a way... was slightly expected. After all, if memory served correctly, and these days it often did, one of his Blackbalde apprentices had been present at the Coup that eventually became the reason for his untimely death.

Now with new information, that his assassin has scrounged up the wealth he could manage to pick up from his corpse, that his money had been muddied as it was handled by more than one Emperor down the line, with Kaine Zambrano being one as listed as possessing the riches of his Empire. At some point, his Banker would eliminate or otherwise sack the store house the "Seven Day Emperor", known as Krag... or Darth Vulcanus or some such.... but after that?

A Zambrano would have to pay for such a monumental betrayal.

Regardless of these thoughts, to which the fat man waved away with his hand, as the succulent aroma of some sort of soup rose up with its boiling streams into his nostrils. Where was he? The kitchen. The fat man was actually in a kitchen... frightening the chefs of course, not only because nobody ever visited the kitchen merely to smell the food, not only from the fact he was a Sith Lord...

... but from his sheer unbelievable size.

"Oh, I do believe that would be my summoning. Have you anything to treat me to before I leave to meet with the pathetic pupils out there in the mess hall?" The Head chef in charge, large on his own, but utterly dwarfed next to Voracitos, shuddered and shivered as his eyes frantically looked for something that could occupy the Dark Lord long enough to satisfy his needs to leave the kitchen. He quickly whipped something together... anything together, and offered it with a nervous and overly zealous laughter and pleasantries.

First he inhaled. With a sniff, the fat mans face relaxed a bit. There was a long silent pause, leaving only the irregular sounds of a kitchen silently and uneasily at work... his violet eyes stared lazily at the Chef, as if considering him more plentifully delicious than whatever was his offering.

"Acceptable." He finally said, before taking the dish abruptly, and leaving the Chef to collapse out of exhaustion.

 

[Armand Temi]

Bellatrix was also corralled with the other Force users of the Primeval for a mission on Dromund Kaas. She was not with [member="Kuryr"] at the moment, but he was likely close by. The half-Chiss slave wasn't allowed to be too far out of sight from her master, but more and more, he was granting her these moments of freedom to wander from his stern gaze. Of course, as long as she was serving the agenda of the Blood Pact.

She entered the mess hall and sat down next to an Ewok with a voracious appetite. Bellatrix wasn't hungry so she merely perched on the bench and watched as others entered the room. She noticed a lovely young brunette and wondered, as she normally did, if the human female was also a slave. Then a corpulent Sith Lord came plodding out of the kitchen with an enormous plate of food, so much that she wondered if anything was left back there for the rest of the crew.

 

[Isar]

Chewing furiously, Warok nodded to the blue-skinned female who seated herself on the bench next to him, then continued eating.

An abdominous being of mind-boggling proportions squeezed his way into the mess hall. Warok looked up from his meal, eyes widening, food momentarily forgotten. In place of wrinkles, rolls of flesh hung from the man, if man he was, and his jowls were of such a size that it was impossible to tell where his belly ended and his neck began. Warok wondered how the Bloated One didn't collapse dead from a thousand heart attacks.

Slowly, eyes fixed at the man, Warok drew his plate back toward himself and shielded it with stubby arms from the sight of the fattest man alive.

[member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]

 

[Kuryr]

He hated everything about this ship, the food was deplorable at best, the rooms were too small for him and the crew were so damned boring. No once had his suggestion of a fist fight been met with anything but shock and horror. How was a crew supposed to work together if they didn't occasionally bleed together, it made no sense to him at all. How had these Primeval savages conquer anything. He heard the announcement, and while he wasn't a fan of orders, or rules, or really anything that told him to do something, he decided to check it out. He blew out a large cloud of smoke from his cigarra as he entered the ship's mess, and judging by the motley group of beings assembled, mess was the right word.

He noticed his slave, [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] sitting next to what he thought was a stuffed animal at first but appeared to be an actual ewok. The fact that the ewok wasn't the most odd thing in the mess was a testament to the sheer insanity of this trip. Someone, or something was hovering off to one side, it's girth was barely held up by a sled, for a second he thought he was staring at a deformed hutt, it would make more sense than whatever it actually was. The most normal thing in the entire area was the most out of place as well, there appeared to be what he could only think of as a lost senator from the Republic sitting to now side by herself. Shaking his head he moved to an empty table, I'm not sure I brought enough Ambrian cheroot for this

He wondered how many more guests would be joining them, surely the assembled beings were more than enough for whatever insanity was planned.

[member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Isabella Denko"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Spoiler

Timeline note: Before Keira turned rogue again, which means you guys still get to deal with a less than mentally stable Dark Jedi.

As per usual, Keira was late. That wasn't to say that she typically arrived behind schedule to all events, but she had never been one to follow orders down to the letter, or very well at all. And so, while she had noted the announcement over the intercom, she hadn't immediately jumped into action. Instead she had taken her time, finishing with what she was doing first, which was more of a meditative trance than anything. Finally she supposed it wouldn't do well to arrive too late, and so she pushed herself to her feet and made her way down the halls of the ship to the mess. There were others already present, unsurprisingly, and from what she could sense all were firmly rooted in the dark. At least she would be among company she was well-adjusted to.

Upon entering the mess she took an unoccupied seat, busying herself with studying the current company. The first individual drew her attention due to his presence in the Force as much as his physical appearance. Seated on a hovering chair the being was massive, though she knew better than to underestimate someone just because of their size, even if this one was rather...corpulent. The second seemed to be just out of place, but she supposed the Ewok had arrived for a reason, as he seemed to be in possession of his own sort of power. One of an alien variety was perhaps one of the more ordinary sort, strong in his own right but not standing out entirely too much. The final two were perhaps the most simple of the group, two women that seemed to be a touch out of their element, though appearances could be deceiving.

For her own part she didn't stand out, the only indicator of her being anything else than your average galactic citizen her amber-tainted eyes and the saber at her waist. To call them all a motley group would be an understatement, and she could say with certainty that this would be the strangest crew she had met with. Why they had all been gathered here she could only guess, but whatever was to transpire she had a feeling it would be rather destructive. Gathering such an amount of Force sensitives in one place, especially those as volatile, wouldn't likely amount to much else. Each of them were capable of their own sort of destruction, and to have them all meet in such an enclosed space was a recipe for disaster. There was no doubt in her mind that [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] had arranged this, and now all that was left to do was wait for the woman to arrive.

[member="Kuryr"], [member="Warok the Defiler"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"], [member="Darth Voracitos"], [member="Isabella Denko"]

 

[Boethiah]

The gathering before them was one which could only be described as offbeat, if stronger words weren't viable. An Ewok, a morbid man, a romantic, a slave, a pirate, and a less than sane Dark Jedi walk into a mess hall... It wasn't a joke, however, these were in their own way some of the most dangerous people in the galaxy and they all were working together--albeit each with their own motives as to why. Yet this was neither the place nor time for such thoughts, they each shared a greater goal that united them for the time being.

Anja's eyes wandered to each of them, picking out the faces and remembering them vividly. "Dromund Kaas in the strictest sense, is our territory, yet we know very little of what actually happens on the world below. It was once home to Sith and now it is a resting place for ghosts..." She explained briefly with few details on the matter.

"I do not know what we will find down there, but I do not doubt there are things left untouched." That was all that she'd give them on the subject, not really an answer for why they were here but she'd expect them to figure that out for themselves.

From the bridge, a message was sent over the intercom. "We're receiving reports from a ground team, connecting you to audio feedback." The device switched over to sounds coming from a different source, this one was planetside and of a much lower quality in comparison. Still; it was amazing at how accurate communications technology was, but somehow it was never enough. "There's something --unusua--*static* I think it's alive, we'r--*static* going to chec," for a second a few blood-curdling screams could be heard before it all cuts out. "We've lost contact after that, but we tracked their location." The officer made sure to at least provide that much information.

Without hesitation, "Set a course for their last known location, then," she turned her attention back to those in the room. "Perhaps the ghosts aren't resting after all," she could only wonder what had caused the disappearance of their ground team. This planet was in an ice age, surely the surviving beasts were too small to be of any threat to their people. Of course there was only one way to find out.

[member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Kuryr"] | [member="Isabella Denko"] | [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"]

 

[Isabella Denko]

As the meeting began Isabelle's attention turned to [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] whom was briefing them on the location in which they were headed. She had never been to this planet before so any little information that she could get from someone whom had was vital. Books she knew could only tell one so much. She didn't want to screw up this little mission but show that she was worth something and would fight for the Primeval cause.

She had heard whispers of the ghosts on Dromund Kaas and had even read some ghost stories. If truth be told, she was a little skeptical of the whole situation. She didn't know how truthful these tales were and how much damage a ghost could truly do. The young witch supposed that she would be finding out soon enough when they landed which was pretty exciting. They were all going to be going ghost hunting which sounded as if it could be a lot of fun. Izzy saw she was't the only one whom thought so as she looked around the room to to other excited rooms and talk on what they would find.

The room fell silent though as a message was sent over the intercom from the bridge. The message was cut short however but it seemed to be not by choice. Gulping Isabella glanced about the room at the others wondering what they were thinking of what they were about to do. Really though it didn't matter what anyone was thinking because it was happing. They just needed to be prepared.



[member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Kuryr"] | [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"]