Faction A Future Born in Sand-[HSE and Friends]

[Darth Megarea]

Location: Veraxis City, Palace of Damodren

Darth Megarea stood on the balcony of her private rooms within the Palace of Damodren. Located roughly half way up the structure, she could be seen by those gathering below, though not too clearly. The balcony also gave her a great view of Veraxis City, still under construction. Work had begun nearly two years ago, and had been ceaseless. Today was the first day in two years that not a single construction worker or droid was moving through the partially completed city. Today had been declared a holiday for the population of Malagarr, though there were still too few of them to really be called a population. That would change in the coming weeks and months, Megarea was certain.

A knock at the door to her quarters drew her attention, and she called for the individual to enter. The first being through the door was a member of the Dar'ashra, wearing all red clothing from neck to foot. Two curved blades extended over the man's shoulders, and a holstered blaster pistol at his side were the only visible weapons on his person, though only a fool would think a warrior of the Dar'ashra did not conceal more. Behind the man came a servant of the Seer, her ally in this endeavor today, and a key part of her coming plans for the future. To date, this was the first time Megarea had ever seen one of the blind servants enter her presence normally. It was almost more off-putting than their annoying habit of suddenly appearing and disappearing at will. In their three weeks at the Palace of Damodren, accompanying their master as he and Megarea discussed logistical questions, they had come to memorize every inch of the structure.

The number of servants complaining about the blind, masked individuals had drifted all the way up to Megarea's attention, though she had ordered silence.

The woman spoke to Megarea crisply, lacking any deference to the Sith's station. The Dar'ashra warrior almost took a step towards the arrogant woman, though his orders to let them be kept him in place. "The Seer, blessed be the Emissary of the Dark Father, says all preparations are complete. Your presence is requested, now." Megarea waited for a few moments in silence, staring the blind woman down before giving up on the useless gesture. The servants of the Seer could not be made to show proper deference, and short of killing them all, she had decided to just ignore them. The blind woman must have taken the Sith's silence as confirmation, for when Megarea turned back, she had vanished. The Dar'ashra warrior bowed to Megarea before departing the room as well, though she heard and saw his departure.

Turning back to look over the balcony, Megarea could see the first crowds beginning to walk up the stairway leading to the open gates of the Palace. Every member of the High Sith, Dominion of Shadows, and prospective ally of the High Sith had been called to Malagarr, to the Palace itself for a special occasion. Specific details of the gathering had been kept to a minimum, any many of the leading members of the High Sith Order themselves were kept in the dark. It would all be made clear in time, but for now all those entering the Palace would be met by servants offering refreshment to cool them off from the heat of the desert world. The entry hall of the Palace, a quarter of a kilometer long, had been set up with tables filled to the brim with food and yet more refreshments. Dar'ashra were scattered around the Palace at regular intervals, their bright red uniforms easily spotted in the crowds.

Turning away, Megarea made her way towards the center of her quarters, and shed her lounging robe. Servants, proper servants, were quick to enter the room and begin dressing the Sith in garments of deep purple and blue. Several minutes later, Megarea emerged from her quarters. Four Dar'ashra quickly fell into step behind her, three men and a woman. Their unison steps echoed in the hallways of the Palace as they made their way towards the lower levels, the sound a clear indicator for servants to clear their path. It took several minutes for them to make their way towards the entry hall of the Palace, but once they arrived, Megarea dismissed her escort, and began to mingle with those present.

Darth Vastitas Darth Centax Crysis Finnea Virlee Alina Tremiru Darth Hellique II Terraxia Arcubis Kornelius S0-T0 Surea Atramilitis Natoadia Tes'Reya Hedroke Taresa Kae Acaelzia The Seer Adilya Solveig Crix Maden Hild Valor Priesse Amnesia

 

[The Seer]

MALAGARR
Palace of Damodren


A coronation. How special.

Looking out at the cityscape, he saw in it a reflection of his own home. Icarus, in its infancy. The Scions in their infancy. There had been much to do in these last three weeks. Preparations for the ceremony, decorations to arrange, security to double and triple check, guests to screen. The list went on and on. Things that he had no reason to worry about on Icarus. Things that he would have to learn to look for.

His eye turned to a shorter woman and a warm heat would run through the tattoo on her back. The same woman that showed the Sith around when she came to Icarus for their first meeting. “Syàbri, Megarea brut ri nyoivà kir. Monalej.”Child, let Megarea know that preparations are done. Her room. The Emissary departed quickly, while the others remained at their posts. Since they arrived on Malagarr, he specifically only gave the Emissaries directives in Icarii. He did not yet trust those that surrounded him in the Palace to give orders in the standard Basic. More than that, he did not yet trust the Sith at the helm of this soon-to-be Empire of theirs. Though he could trust what was communicated to him by the Father, decades of caution were not easy to rewire.

That was precisely what his purpose was here today, to grant legitimacy to the woman that saw fit to lead. To the woman that Typhojem saw fit to give authority. If he could declare the visions and the extensive advice that he’d sought from the Shamans, it would convince most of the faithful to follow out of necessity and a loyalty to their cause if nothing else.

The Seer sighed and sat down with his legs crossed. This would need to be brief, but it would suffice. He plunged himself into the Force, immersing himself in it entirely. His breathing would have to do on such short notice. In Darkness, I find the Path. He sunk deeper, felt the awareness of his body and surroundings begin to fade. On the Path, I find Revelation. Search for what wishes to remain hidden. The Dark that refused to be eclipsed. With Revelation, I find Purpose. He remembered when they roamed together. He could feel nothing now. Only happiness in complete and blissful union. In Purpose, I find Truth. He remembered their bond before the separation. Before it was Sundered.

The Truth shall guide my Destiny.

Molten eyes opened suddenly and he remained still for several minutes as he came back to himself. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been away, but the Emissary had returned by the time he was back. She was waiting silently, kneeling in front of him. He gave a nod and placed a hand on her shoulder. The gesture was unnecessary because all of the Emissaries could “see”, in a sense. But, he would not interrupt her devotion. Instead, he stood silently and gestured for the other three present in the room to begin. They dressed him and one drew three symbols on him. The first was the eye of both the Scions and of his own office, drawn in oil on his forehead. The second, also drawn in oil, was the Dominion’s symbol in the center of his throat. The final symbol the Emissary imparted was a hand. He dipped his left hand into a bowl of blood and pressed a gloved hand onto the Seer’s chest, carefully slipping the purple ceremonial upper robes back on him. Another deep breath followed the completion.

“Ni ka.” With me. This time in ur-Kittât. Three Emissaries fell into step behind him, two at the shoulders and one at the rear of the formation. All armed with Nevarak blades. In total, there were only six Emissaries here on Malagarr. The other three were likely already in the main hall. He walked through the halls of the Palace, leaving his own quarters behind. They weren’t late, but, they should arrive as some of the first people there along with Megarea. Arriving at the entrance hall, he spotted flashes of purple every so often and nodded. “Mal’tîdh. Thî khayr ban.” Spread out. Make your presence a comfort.

When they dispersed, he made his way over to Megarea's side. He gave a nod in acknowledgement, but nothing more. The question he posed was similar to the first one he’d asked during their initial meeting. He was sure it might hold a similar weight, considering the circumstances. “Are you ready?”

Adilya Solveig | Amnesia | Crix Maden | Crysis | Hild Valor | Mazrith Drihl | Naatai Brella | Priesse | Shira Krytall | Terraxia | Darth Vastitas | Darth Centax | Alina Tremiru | Darth Hellique II | Arcubis Kornelius | S0-T0 | Atramilitis | Natoadia | Tes'Reya Hedroke | Taresa Kae | Acaelzia​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

A coronation, was it?

Fitting, she figured, for the Sith. Alina cared little for the whole thing. The strong ruled the weak, that was just the way of things. These events were too.. Posh for her tastes. Then again as the hated daughter of a Noble on Dromund Kaas, maybe her views were tainted. She lounged on the bed she'd confiscated, simply waiting. Curious as ever on where these High Sith were going to end up leading to.

The doors opened as Megarea stepped in. Yeah, Megarea's chambers. She hopped up to her feet, staring down towards the Sith Lord.

"I hope you're ready for what comes next."

Then left to let the woman change in peace. Find herself a snack or two while she awaited the end of this whole thing so business could be done, properly.

Darth Megarea | The Seer

 

[Finnea Virlee]

A coronation?
That was by no means an everyday event and as soon as she was informed, the half-arkanian scheduled to leave her station and go. It was surely something one wouldn't want to miss as it meant they'd enter a new era of sorts. Finnea had been Zephyr's apprentice for quite a while now and what started out as her thinking she could take advantage of his lessons and leave whenever she wanted to had slowly turned into her finding herself more and more present at Icarus, deeply invested in her studies, her mind keen on learning more. It was hard to admit, but despite the often brutal nature of her masters lessons, she had become so much stronger than that lost, nervous girl on Shiva.

Now she was addicted to the feeling of power and increased control of the force.

Now slowly walking up the stairs to the grand palace, dressed in rather luxurious fabrics, the girl with long white hair seemed to not be very interested in the spectacular view or grandness surrounding her as her two different coloured eyes were glued to a small pad in her hands. Finnea just had to catch up on the latest updates on a current battle taking place that involved the ship she was stationed at. Perhaps her priorities were quite off after all and a serious conversation of her loyalty questioned at her return. But this was important too, in her mind, she could justify her decision to attend the coronation.
Without looking up, Finnea received a glass of refreshments that she absentmindedly sipped as she continuied her reading while standing slightly off to the side. It was the sound of increasing chatter that finally had her putting the pad away and she let her gaze wander the crowd of gathering people to see of she could spot some familiar faces out there. For now, she only caught a glimse of the Seer and whom she was pretty sure was the main person of the day, Magarea. She didn't know this woman but by the end of the evening, she was sure she would have an idea of her intentions.
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Magarea Darth Vastitas Darth Centax Crysis Alina Tremiru Darth Hellique II Terraxia Arcubis Kornelius S0-T0 Surea Atramilitis Natoadia Tes'Reya Hedroke Taresa Kae Acaelzia The Seer Adilya Solveig Crix Maden Hild Valor Priesse Amnesia

 

[Darth Vastitas]

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The halls of the tower were still rough, still empty. Construction of such a facility was no easy, quick task. And in all of his time on Malagarr, he still hadn't visited the new capital city. Entertaining the necessity of being around so many people did not interest him. He wanted to work on his home and spend his time preparing his home for the future of Force instruction and development. That was what was important to him when Darth Megarea did not need him to bear down on their enemies.

But this was a special situation. From what he was told, it was the day for Megarea to be coronated. While he had never sworn fealty to her, and he never would, he understood the importance of event, and as someone with the strength to destroy at her request, it probably made sense for him to attend the coronation. He didn't really want to, as he knew it would be boring, but obligations were obligations.

He took a speeder bike himself and set off from the tower towards the city. There were other people there that he could have drive him, but he saw no reason he couldn't do it himself. That sort of pompous nature of relying on slaves was something he didn't understand. Perhaps it was merely beyond him because of his mental state. He preferred to do things himself when at all possible. One could always trust onesself, and he was used to being on his own so why not embrace that normalcy?

It didn't take long for him to arrive. Despite not ever being there he knew where to go because he could pinpoint her signature easy enough. And he was allowed inside without issue because people knew who he was. Not that he would have suffered them to stop him. Guards were easily replaced and people like that had no business getting in his way. Now he just had to figure out where everythinf was going down.

The Seer | Finnea Virlee | Alina Tremiru | Darth Centax | Crysis | Darth Hellique II | Terraxia | Arcubis Kornelius | S0-T0 | Surea | Atramilitis | Natoadia | Tes'Reya Hedroke | Taresa Kae | Acaelzia | Adilya Solveig | Crix Maden | Hild Valor | Priesse | Amnesia
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[Atramilitis]

Location: Malagarr | Veraxis City | Palace of Damodren
Tags: Open

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Since pledging his loyalty to Darth Megarea Atramilitis had spent much time on The Crimson Path practicing the skills he had already been taught and testing the limits of his patience as he waited for a new Master to show him more. Being a part of the High Sith however has made Atramilitis feel a good deal more powerful and itching to unleash his power on the galaxy in the name of Darth Megarea.

Now the Togruta along with many others had arrived on Malagarr. Atramilitis as usual went where he was directed, usually solely depending on the Force, but now that it had led him to the High Sith. He was not sure why this planet was chosen. Who found it? But the red sand that he had to trudge through when not within the city was quite apt.

The masses as they were had begun to gather at the Palace of Damodren. Several faces Atra knew, others were unfamiliar. Megarea had invited the Dominion of Shadows to be part of her new High Sith Empire. Whispers were that these people were more of a religion than an organization like Megarea had suggested, but they could be a nice tool. If they become problematic they could be ejected without issue.

With his cowl drawn up to hide his face from the masses, Atramilitis joined the gathering crowd. It was not made known why this gathering was occurring, but rumors flowed that Darth Megarea was going to put a title to her reign over her new High Sith. Atramilitis was anxious. He wished to be a part of this High Sith. But he required guidance to add to his power. If this gathering was some sort of coronation, as rumored, perhaps it would eliminate a stumbling block to being assigned to one of the elder Sith.

 

[Laertia Io]

Wearing: Chitin of Darth Xiphos

Armed With: War Sword of Darth Xiphos

SynthBreaker

With: The Amalgam

Amalgam's Equipment:

Resistance Epidermis

Skin Shears (Purple Split-Saber)

The Battalion

Equipment:

Warrior's Skin

Elaine Tear's Lightsaber (Corrupted)

Accompanied by: Nuetralizer Model 1 (2)

Nuetralizer Weapons:

Sonic Disruptor Rifles

Pump Action Shotguns


Earlier, Danuta...


Xiphos ventured out in the field as often as she could, even though she found herself often swamped with management of her faction. The Battalion, her Consort, had slowly begun to settle into more administration functions, overseeing the finer detail work of coordinating operations.

But they still managed to find free time occasionally. For Xiphos, her idea of relaxing was going out and exploring, and maybe hacking apart stuff that tried to mess with them in the process. But today was the equivalent of a stroll through a public park for the pair.

In this case, their exploring had taken them to an old victory site. This being the Planet of Danuta, where the Bryn'adul had been broken as a military super power. They had used quantum bombs to level the place.

The disruption in the Force here was great. The threads of life violently cut. Since Tython, where Xiphos had momentarily given into her rage at Ryv Karis getting a peaceful death she felt in her very bones he hadn't deserved, her emotions had been very difficult to control, compromising the focus of her heresy, which had been taught to her by another heretic: to twist the Light Side against itself, to force it to do unnatural things. At first it had been a way to just avoid using the actual Dark Side, but over time, Xiphos had gotten a taste for simply twisting it against itself, out of spite for it allowing it's followers to condemn so many to an unnecessary death. But as a great many of her citizens had died in the battle of Tython, Xiphos felt like she was at a bit of a crossroads when it came to the Force.

The thought of being as openly vile and murderous as her former Master The Amalgam had sent deep shivers of disgust and revulsion through her. But it was so difficult to walk the path of a Heretical Sith...and it wasn't like she wasn't making use of The Amalgam's sheer cruelty and brutality. Hell, she'd married a member of the Cult The Amalgam ran

The discipline of a Light Sith required such severe emotional control it threatened to drive her insane. Or rather, even more insane. She was now convinced she had been flipping the feth out since Nar Kreeta...

The Battalion, long ago having embraced the Dark Side, was stepping up her encouragement of Xiphos embracing her negative emotions more. And Xiphos, for a change, wasn't fighting it. Not too much anyway. Her anger at herself over so many of her children dead, despite her forces having helped bring down The Fatalis, another symbol of Maw Power, boiled in her. More than once, she questioned whether or not she should have just pulled back this time.

But she couldn't. House Io was sworn to oppose threats like the Maw.

As Xiphos strode among ruins she sensed a fragment of Darkness amidst lonely rubble and strode across blasted sands to some old wreckage of a Mawite Combat Shuttle.

The Battalion, who had been meditating on her knees in the midst of the glorious slaughter, opened her eyes as Xiphos pried open some wreckage and retrieved a rusted over Lightsaber, which she pried apart with Telekinesis to retrieve the Lignan Crystal that had called to her...

Such power... The Battalion hissed in the mind of her lover. You should embrace it...

Xiphos glanced over the crystal and pocketed it, it's dark aura not doing wonders for her mood.

After a few moments however, she teleported the crystal into her Consort's waiting hands.

A proper Sith learns to control their emotions. Not become a slave to them. The Battalion advised. How much longer shall you cling to the ideology of Darth Themis?

I can't answer because even 'I' am not sure...and she likely knows that. Xiphos answered back, looking over the ruined Landscape.

If Themis senses you are straying from her teachings, why does she do nothing?

Themis doesn't act until it's just the 'right' moment. It's one of her weaknesses that she shares with the Jedi. But I was always more impulsive. Xiphos replied back telepathically as she stared where a swamp had used to be.

Elaine...

Yes? The Battalion asked.

If I went full Dark Side... would I still be capable of being able to run House Io without resorting to Tyranny?

That is a question I simply 'cannot' answer... The Battalion replied through their bond. At the end of the day, we all have to decide who we are in the Force. You embrace this strange twilight that is borderline incomprehensible to me, and has clearly taken a toll for you to maintain. I can feel how you struggle to hold your own madness at bay. Do I think you would be better off just embracing The Dark Side? I do. But remember this: true mastery of the Dark Side requires an immense sense of self. No matter who the practitioner is, it cannot make them do anything they don't truly want to do to begin with. The decisions you make will still be your own, and you will still have to live with them.

Are you saying that in spite of or because of Phyre reprogramming your very soul? Xiphos asked.

There was no answer from the Battalion.

Just then, while Xiphos had started to investigate another miasma of Dark Side Energy, a familiar rotting aura jumped out at both of them.

"Your presence was not requested." Darth Xiphos stated bluntly.

The Amalgam de cloaked, wearing her skintight flesh colored Armor.

"Oh, I know, but it's so boring watching you creep about these ruins and it's depressing me, seeing you all mopy like this..." The near impossibly beautiful Sithspawn replied. "Why are you creeping around this place anyway? The call of Danuta is strong but it is the call of the dead." (KOTOR 2 REFERENCE #43387555: 90 XP)

"Thinking, is all. How long have you been here?"

"Where's the fun in answering?" The Amalgam quipped, dead purple eyes fixated on her former student, a mix of madness and obsession in her gaze.

Xiphos sighed.

"What are you doing here Amy?"

The Amalgam folded her arms...

"There's a coronation for one Darth Megarea taking place on a dusty red world called Malagarr. Real up and coming types, not the brutes of the Maw...or our own brutes. To be blunt...I want to go to their party."

"You mean you want to crash it." Xiphos sneered. "I don't want to go there if it's just to start some chit, Amy."

"Who said anything about starting chit? If you're gonna be a Darth, Julia, you have to learn how to mingle and butt heads with other Sith. Part of building prestige amongst most Sith is getting them to understand you're capable of fething with them when you get good and ready...but you can also play nice and make alliances if the deal is sweet enough."

Xiphos was silent for a moment before turning to her consort.

"Hey Batty, you wanna go to a Coronation?"

The Battalion smiled, eyes still closed in her meditative posture.

"I thought you'd never ask..."

Present...


The Trip to Malagarr hadn't taken long and Xiphos had arrived via the Rhand Class Battle Cruiser known as the Blood of Teta (Which waited just outside the system) and a small diplomatic shuttle had been dispatched to the surface, landing close to the city.

Xiphos had arrived with a small entourage, consisting of The Amalgam, her Former Master, and The Battalion, along with whoever else decided to come along for the trip.

Xiphos had a reputation by this point. But she clearly hadn't come here to start anything, nor was she interested in starting anything. Her strange signature was contrasted by the perverse auras of the two Witches next to her. The Amalgam alone was almost a mobile Dark Nexus of power and the Battalion wasn't far behind that. Two of the infamously bloodthirsty Droid Soldiers known as The Nuetralizers, whom she regarded as her children, followed close by.

The Palace of Damodren loomed over all as she approached the crowds. Many gave her a wide berth, some even trolled her by making the "Devil Horns" gesture with their hands. Xiphos was well known as a bitter enemy of the Jedi Order at this point, her feud with them having gotten increasingly violent and personal over time. She had even had the Silver Rest bombed to smithereens by one of her operatives, killing scores of Jedi recently...

But Xiphos was now curious about this Darth, and sought to understand her position. Her vision.

Who knows? Something might come of it...

Alina Tremiru
The Seer
Crix Maden
Surea
S0-T0
Crysis
Darth Centax
Darth Hellique II
Terraxia
Amnesia
Priesse
Tes'Reya Hedroke
Hild Valor
Atramilitis
Natoadia
Arcubis Kornelius
Adilya Solveig
Acaelzia
Taresa Kae
Surea
Finnea Virlee

 

[Crysis]

Veraxis City - Neighboring Forests	Local Time (Unsure)
Healthy - Sabers - Her "Clothes"	Training her Pet (A precariously large Nexu)

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The steady crunch of boot against ground filled her ears, quickly fleshing out a route between the trees. Amazed she couldn't hear the behemoth behind her, but able to feel her presence all the same. When her skills increased, she would be able to hide Diarrhea from the Force even, making her an even more effective killing machine. Though, she took not a thing away from the creature's current ability to separate flesh from muscle, and further rend muscle from bone. Crysis stopped breathlessly, turning on the spot as the Nexu seemingly slithered from between two trees, loosing a low and menacing snarl at her.

She raised a hand on instinct, her iridescent hues narrowing on the taller, heavier, and by all means more physically powerful animal. For a moment, it seemed that it would attack, but ultimately would move to her, dipping its head forward as if expecting pats against its skull for doing as she wanted it to do. And she would give it said pats, rubbing at it with a now forming grin.

"You're still quiet as ever girl, you like that?"

She asked curiously, the response being the Nexu shuddering, frolicking on the ground a bit, yet careful about what it was doing with its claws. She giggled at that. Amazing, for those that knew her, as Crysis's picture should have been next to the word 'serious', 'cruel', or 'broody'. Yet here, in the presence of her alchemical creation, she seemed giddy... Happy, even. She would spend some time rubbing the creature's belly before turning away and making the slow trek back to her belongings.

She had fed the beast already, and tame as she was, Crysis knew Diarrhea wouldn't attack civilians (unprovoked). All in all, much more fun than a speeder. Taking care of her was murder though... Sometimes literally (though, for legal reasons we wouldn't be getting into that today). Finding her gear, she put her vambraces back on, and clipped what missing gear she had ditched to 'vanish' from her people back on. She had told Kathal she would be out here, and that was the only person she felt a need to tell.

Given, she gave The Seer her loyalty willingly, Kathal was her Master; and if nothing else, he would relay her position. If push came to shove, he could even reach her mentally with little effort. Though, it seemed she was able to spend four or five hours to herself before the... What was it? Coronated? Coronata? Coro... Whatever. Some party she was supposed to go too. No doubt it would be lame. She wanted to go blow things up... Or people..

Hell... Both. Simultaneously if possible.

That would come later though, for now, after clipping her sabers to her sides, and under her black cloak, she would return to Veraxis, specifically Damodren Palace. She needed to shower, and get herself relatively dolled up. The Sith had something fancy planned.

Couldn't miss that for the world

(Though, she would've missed it for far cheaper if she had a choice in the matter)

Kathal Finnea Virlee The Seer Alina Tremiru Surea Taresa Kae Darth Vastitas Darth Centax Darth Hellique II Terraxia Arcubis Kornelius S0-T0 Atramilitis Natoadia Tes'Reya Hedroke Acaelzia Adilya Solveig Crix Maden Hild Valor Priesse Amnesia


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[Naatai Brella]

Location: Malagarr | Veraxis City | Palace of Damodren
Tags: Open

The Dominion was gathering again. This time on the planet Malagarr to get behind the coronation of some woman outside of the Dominion as the Queen of the Sith, or whatever title came along with that job. Naatai Brella had been traveling a lot since she hooked up with the group. Most of the time learning all she could about Left-Handed God Typhojem, who was at the center of the Dominions beliefs.

Travel was nothing new to Naatai, it bothered her little. Knowledge was what she was after, and she was getting it. Ultimately she’d love to have a more hands on relationship with a teacher who could show her how to master the powers within her that yearned to break free, but she was patient. That time would come.

Now the Scions of the Truth and the rest of the Dominion have come to Veraxis City on this planet of red dust and were awaiting the ascendance that Typhojem has told the Seer would come to be. They were to get behind this Darth Megarea as the leader of all Sith. She had been witness to such a display before on Icarus. She hoped that she’d get a tour of this palace when the day was done. See what knowledge it held inside. How it would help her become powerful.​

 

[Irinixia]

Location: Entrance Hall, Palace of Damodren, Veraxis City - Malagarr
Tags: Darth Megarea The Seer Alina Tremiru Finnea Virlee Darth Vastitas Atramilitis Laertia Io Crysis Naatai Brella

It was fitting that her very first time inside the Palace was for such an auspicious occasion. The novelty of it all still hadn’t worn off yet, even after spending the entire day up until the present patrolling and wandering the building’s sprawling, luxurious halls, both to familiarize herself with the interior and to ensure that security was as airtight as it could reasonably be. As a Dar’ashra Cadet, one of her duties was to ensure the safety of the future Empress. In a gathering that was doubtlessly going to be full of ambitious Sith Knights and Lords who envied her Mistress’s power, the importance of such a duty could not be overstated. It was men and women like her that stood between any would-be treasonous Sith Lords and the future Empress.

For her part, Irinixia was determined to ensure that the High Sith did not meet the same fate as the late Sith Empire, torn apart by traitors, uppity warlords, and heretics from outside. While the Cadet had her own ambitions for rejoining the High Sith Order, she took her sworn oaths to the Dar’ashra just as seriously, if not more so.

Waiting at the head of the massive stairway that led up into the Palace, Irinixia glanced over each guest that passed, marking any weapons or otherwise suspect individuals. In particular, she took special note of a masked Sith Lord and a hooded Togruta, passively reading their presences in the Force as they entered the Palace. While hoods and masks were very common among Sith, it went without saying that they could invite a level of suspicion. From there, the Elzeri glanced over the tall female Chagrian, but she seemed more curious than anything else. However, one of the most distinct figure to arrive was none other than the Black Knight of Ziost, clad in her infamous suit of heavy armor! Irinixia blushed upon seeing her, but she remained disciplined as always, even as many of the guests turned to gawk. And yet, the Cadet almost winced at the perverse auras of the two Witches in the Matriarch’s retinue, but she willed herself to focus, quickly marking out their weapons in her mind, along with the presence of the two soldier droids.

Irinixia let out an unconsciously suspended breath after the Black Knight and her entourage passed. At some point, she would have to get her autograph and maybe even a selfie as well!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit (No Helmet) - Sanguine-pattern
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Supernal Infusion
• X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol
  
  • Hekler’Kok Close Range Optic - 3x Magnifier

 

[Darth Megarea]

So many had come to the celebration. Hundreds of faces, both new and old, mingled across the main hall. She basked in the presence of so mkany Dark Side Force Users. It had been too long since she had been in the presence of so many. First Alina Tremiru approached her. SHe had met the woman on Ossus, not long before the Ashlan Crusade had begun making their advances on the world. At Compound Meridian, they had talked, and discussed her ambitions and plans. They had their differences, but enough similarities that they had not immediately cut each other down.

As meetings between Sith went, it was a good first encounter.

“Whether I am or not, the future comes.” Her words were spoken offhandedly, as she turned her attention further into the crowd as another figure entered. The Seer entered, followed by his blind servants who quickly scattered among the crowd. It was an annoyance to see them, but she would allow that for today. She nodded her head to the man as he approached. She inclined her head shallowly to the man, before answering his question, not too different from Alina’s.

“What happens today was predetermined. Whether I am ready or not will have little effect.”