A Meeting

[Soeht]

Word trickled through the ranks of the One Sith for a meeting to be held above Galantos - a planet on the far side of the core from Coruscant. The meeting was to be held on a star destroyer rather than on the planet’s gelatinous surface. Far away from the planet itself - at least a million miles away - the One Sith would remain untouched.

With the One Sith’s emergence soon to occur, the purpose of the meeting was clear - to begin the final preparations for their assault on the Republic. The Dark Apprentice called for the meeting - and as the Voice of Sector One, which includes most of the Republic, he would be organizing a lot of the initial strike against the Republic.

The meeting would be on the star destroyer’s bridge - which was expansive and well over fifty meters wide and deep. The Dark Apprentice stood on the bridge near the other end of the entrance and looked out beyond the viewport. He waited for others to join.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

A blast door slowly opened, to reveal the armor bound form of Darth Vornskr, commonly known as the former Emperor Kaine Zambrano. Much had changed since his downfall, he had been reborn again by the graces of the Dark Lord, and gifted with a new found purpose and clarity. To this meeting he wore boiled leather and silver mail underneath the black phrik armor plates that covered his chest, arms, legs, and shoulders. A heavy cloak of dark blood-red silk was draped over his shoulders, and surrounded his armored body fairly well. His hood was drawn back, revealing his Dark Side afflicted features in the form of withering gray and black hair that cascaded down past his shoulders, corpse-like pale skin, and sunken sulfuric eyes. At his hip he wore not a lightsaber, but instead the alchemized blade known only as "Hearteater", a wicked creation of Sith Lord Valik specifically for Vornskr, blessed with Devaronian Blood-Poison. It was safely kept in a brown leather scabbard, but light faintly glinted off of it's hilt, revealing it's presence.

With the grace and nobility of a King, he approached the Dark Lord's apprentice on the bridge, bowing in respect to his fellow Voice. "Hail, Dark Apprentice. It has been awhile since I looked upon my brothers and sister, my heart leaps with joy to be rejoined with them." The dark mirth in his voice was unmistakable, but he truly felt like these other Sith were his sworn brothers and sister, bound by the vision that they all strived for.

[member="Dark Apprentice"]

 

[Soeht]

When [member="Darth Vornskr"] entered the bridge, the Dark Apprentice turned slightly to see him. Rather than proudly show his face, the Dark Apprentice still remained behind a mask and a simple, black cloak that covered his slim body. Had the Apprentice not been standing on an elevated step, he would have stood almost a foot shorter than Vornskr - though Vornskr was definitely far taller than the average male humanoid, such as the Apprentice.

The Dark Apprentice did not return the bow to Vornskr. Instead, he turned fully toward the fellow Voice and greeted him with, "Hail, Darth Vornskr. How goes Sector IV?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr shrugged, "It goes well enough. The Fel Empire is in rapid decline, and the Fringe continues to wage a war against the Protectorate. Although sadly a recent loss at Eraidu sets me back. I was hoping their fleet would prove more tenacious that the pitiful display I was witness to, I had prepared to hound the systems below the blockade the Fringe would've made from Fringe space to Eraidu. They would have been easy targets for my agents, but alas it is not to be so. How fares Sector I? I have heard wondrous things concerning the Republic's relations with the Mandalorian Clans." He lightly shifted his weight from his right to his left, his vong-formed hand lightly caressing the hilt of his sword as if it were a lover's hand. Should the Mandalorians fully commit to a war between them and the Republic, it would sufficiently work in the One Sith's favor.

[member="Dark Apprentice"]

 

[J3C0]

Loud resounding thumps echoed across the bridge as another Voice of the Dark Lord joined the other two on the bridge. The hulking mass that was Darth Shara moved across the durasteel deck of the Bridge with a surprisingly fluid motion, stepping up tot he other two Sith Lords with a low growl escaping his lips, and almost natural sound coming from the massive demon.

His lipless face smiled hideously at the other two Sith.

Like the other two Shara wore a sort of armor. His own was black and and almost alive in nature. It seemed to crawl and move about slightly, tiny spines upon it shifting slightly as the Maelibus stood before the two other Voices. Vonduun Skerr Kyrric armor, Yuuzhan Vong in origin.

“Vornskr, Apprentice.” The words were a growl, not actually spoken. His voice sounded like a swarm of bee's, rumbling and darting about.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

"I have never been so close, nor dreamed this day would come." An ominous voice came from out of the shadows, afterwards emerged a black cloaked individual, releasing the light that was bent around him with the force. A trick he learned from the Disciples of Twilight before butchering them. Darth Kentarch moved across the bridge to the [member="Dark Apprentice"], with his hood drawn over his face concealing his features, lightsabers hidden inside his cloak. Unlike [member="Darth Vornskr"] his appearance was far less elaborate or vain for that matter. "Forgive me. I do not believe we have been properly introduced. I am Darth Kentarch, some call me the Lord of Guile."

Kentarch took a moment to nod to Darth Shara. "My lord." He said simply. Not so long ago, [member="Darth Shara"] had approached the Sith Lord, which led to his involvement with the One Sith. The prospect of sacking the Galactic Capital alone was more than enough for any sane Sith to Join. Soon they would all have their names written in history, no matter how infinite that may seem or how much time would pass, their actions would leave a wink of notoriety that would never be forgotten. Kentarch took a quick bow, and while ignoring Vornskr he continued. "I have arrived to await evaluation and assignment at yours and the Dark Lord's leisure."

 

[Soeht]

Despite his face not being in view, it appeared as if the Apprentice paid attention to Vornskr's tale of the Battle of Eraidu. Before the Apprentice could respond to [member="Darth Vornskr"]'s question, [member="Darth Shara"] entered the bridge.

"Hail, Darth Shara," greeted the Apprentice with his face slightly turned to the beast.

Then, [member="Darth Kentarch"] entered the bridge. The Apprentice's focus shifted to the newcomer.

Answering with force behind his voice, the Apprentice responded with, "I am the Dark Lord's Apprentice."

The Apprentice awaited for no response before turning back to Vornskr. He then described Sector I by saying, "Both the Republic and Protectorate are in prime positions - for now. The Mandalorians will wage war against the Republic - even if I must force them to. The Confederacy will either join our cause if Darth Metus is successful or turn a blind eye to the Republic. The Protectorate is scorned due to the Republic's cowardice against a mutual enemy. The Fringe is opportunistic. I'm sure even you know that the chances of the Fringe attacking the Republic upon knowing of their troubles is high. The Republic stands alone with enemies without and within soon to strike. The Protectorate will find no help once the Republic is finished. It's perfect."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr turned to face the new arrivals, which included Lord Darth Shara and the newest arrival to the One Sith, Darth Kentarch. He bowed in return to both of them, "Hail Shara, and hail Kentarch. It is good to see Sith old and new join us. Hopefully the others will not take too long, eh?" He smiled a sly smile at Shara, with whom he had battle alongside on that mountain world against the Mandalorians. What a glorious fight that was, but he was not here to find nostalgia in battles past. He cast a wary glance at Kentarch, obviously skeptical at all newcomers to their sacred order, as was his nature. However; that glance lasted only a second or two, nothing more. He returned his attention to the Dark Apprentice as he explained the situation of Sector I. "How splendid. Soon enough they will tear themselves apart, and we will converge on them like crows, and fest upon the remains. It is a glorious image, is it not?"

[member="Dark Apprentice"] [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]

 

[sabrina]

Sabrina came to meeting, as she had been summoned by Darth Vornskr. She recently been helping, the free houses of serenno, by infiltrating the mandalorian`s. She entered the chamber, and bowed before her master`s, then she stood against a wall. Waiting to be asked, any question`s about her recent experience`s with the mandalorians, and houses of serenno.
She quite nervous, this first meeting she been invited too. She did not want to do, or say anything inappropriate, as she hoped to join their rank`s one day.

 

[Darth Isolda]

@sabrina [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Dark Apprentice"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Darth Shara"]

Out from the shadows, a lone dark figure emerged, crossing the threshold into the gathering. She was dressed in a loose, flowing black robe. It left open a triangle of white flesh decorated with intricate black swirls along the flat perfection of her stomach. There was a thin cord tied across the high, tight planes of her breasts that kept the front of the outfit from spilling open completely. There were long, wide sleeves that left most of her slender forearms bare, revealing fingers stained black by the tribal tattoos.

Like a darkly elegant ice queen, the Eye of the Dark Lord glided across the floor with all the poise of a royal priestess. Yet hovering behind her serene gaze and luscious red lips is a steel trap that could spring with deadly force at any moment for the honor and glory of her Lord, her Master, The Dark Lord. She was a killer celebrant, equal parts brutal and regal. Like a venomous, delicate M’iiyoom, you could look--- but definitely not touch.

Her slender hips rolled with each step gracefully, using the Force to guide her towards her Master side. Her long straight hair swayed gently at her back, held in place by the sheer vermillion headdress that shrouded the upper half of her face, shielding her silver eyes from view. She would normally not wear red, except for special occasions. To be frank, the only red the Oracle liked on her person was another Force user’s blood.

“It begins...” She murmured the words like a prayer, dipping her head in reverence, to not one in particular and then at the same time to all. In a smooth motion she then turned to the rest of the one Sith Darth's present, to the Voices of the Dark Lord.

Yes. It was like her vision. Everything. Everyone here.

Perfect.

Everything was perfect.

 

[Darth Veles]

Even before the door leading to the bridge opened, he could feel them through the Force. The unmistakable and intoxicating presence of the Dark Side that radiated from the beings already present. Most of them vastly more powerful than himself, yet he surprisingly felt little worry. Among them stood the one who had given him the Mark of Darkness. Just by thinking about her and feeling her power so close to him made the tattoo burn, causing minor pain to the young Sith. Veles welcomed it though; it let him know who he was and somewhat made him feel alive. The Mon Calamari, a true rarity among the Sith, removed the hood that covered his large domed head, and hid his arms under the black cloak he wore, his hands touching the twin lightsabers on his belt. By keeping the weapons hidden from the eyes of others, the amphibious Sith did not come off as very intimidating and he could converse with other beings without revealing his allegiance while ready to draw his weapons if needed. His tunic under the cloak was not protected by any armor; for him, this Star Destroyer should be one of the safest places in the galaxy.

Telekinetically pressing a button on the control panel next to him, the young assassin opened the door and slowly entered, pacing towards the group of Sith. Just as he thought, a few of his old 'friends' were already present. A few more steps towards them and he spoke, though not before turning to [member="Darth Isolda"] and offering a polite bow to his creator. "Greetings, Lady Isolda," Veles said softly, "You look truly beautiful, as always." The woman was so deadly, yet so elegant. That strange combination made her seem so... Sith. The Mon Cal's gaze shifted to the rest of the group, [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Dark Apprentice"]. "And greetings to you, Lords," Avreet spoke politely and bowed his head, then one of his large bulbous eyes found [member="Sabrina Kotass"], an Acolyte he had helped with lightsaber combat. "And to you too, Acolyte."

The amber eyes of the Mon Cal watched all of them, darting from one to another. Eager to hear the wisdom of the powerful Sith Lords, the amphibious Knight remained silent, preferring to listen than to talk. Without interrupting, one would be able to learn many new things by simply letting the conversation flow. Of course, if asked of his achievements, he'd have to admit there was not much, only persuading the Emperor of the Iferetes Empire to build them a hidden Sith Temple on the capital planet of said Empire and also to supply that temple with Force sensitives. Then there was helping the present Acolyte with her style of lightsaber combat.

 

[Helios]

Helios' black booted feet soundless on the tile floor carried the assassin's perfect posture up to the door to the meeting area for the One Sith. The darkside emanating from the other side filled him with unexplainable glee. To be in the presence of true Sith was truly one of the few things that pleased the Lord of Shadows during these times. No heresy, schemes, or ulterior motives. Only the vision of the Dark Lord. He'd yet to actually meet anyone in the faction besides Darth Vornskr, but their shared goals under the guidance of the Dark Lord made them family in Helios' eyes. A gloved fist pressed the button next to the entrance, sliding the double doors open, revealing the 6'0 Sith Lord to those inside. The collective was interesting if anything, leading Helios to tilt his head to the side as he gave a quick yet analyzing gaze to his comrades in the room, causing silver and gold hair to spill over his shoulders, contrasting with his midnight garbs yet not the unnatural pallor of his skin.

The Mon Calamari caught his eye first, a rarity among the Sith community much like Helios himself. Eldorai very seldom traveled away from Kaeshana, which placed Helios among a very, very small percentage that ventured out into the galaxy, although he left for reasons much more complicated than to simply travel and experience the unknown. Helios' gaze was cold, as usual, bearing the trademark scars of the Kingpriest clan. If one wanted to see an Eldorai, Helios could confuse those whom were unfamiliar with the sentient species. He bore distinguishing differences between himself and the rest of his kind. Helios' eyes and mouth are tinted black, being physical embodiments of the darkness that both consumed his mind and his spirit. The Dark Side was responsible for a lot of the alterations in his appearance. The Eldorai naturally had pale skin, but Helios' was pure white. The only features he'd possessed before falling into darkness are his uniquely golden eyes and the scars on his face. They were deliberate and if Helios' memory served him correctly, painful. The most noticeable was the straight scar running over his cheeks and across his nose. He also has circular scars fading into his hairline at the temples, though they were usually covered by his hair. The only thing he did seem to share with his kin were his pointed ears.

Helios could vividly recall that most of the Eldorai regarded the Kingpriests as strange and somewhat unattractive, only because they seemed 'flawless' by comparison, yet the markings invoked attraction by other races.

He slowly blinked as he strode into the room. He wore a black silk shirt, black leather shoulder pads, black boots, trousers, and wrist guards. Charcoal lips parted as he simply said; "Brothers..." His voice was elegant and laced heavily with nobility, although the dark side had obviously influenced his speech, resulting in a sound that was both robotic and raspy. With the former word being directed at the men in the room, he then turned to look at Isolda and Sabrina. "and Sisters." A smile, mirthless and unsettling crossed his pale features, ivory teeth showing in a creshire curve. He was elated to be here.

[member="Dark Apprentice"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="sabrina"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Odium]

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[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Dark Apprentice"] [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Darth Kentarch"][member="sabrina"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Helios"]

The Acolyte known as Odium entered as the others greeted. His almond shaped black eyes scanned the room as he took in the faces of his masters and peers. He bowed deeply as the bones on his chest armor clattered softly. He had never been among so many Sith before and it was a great pleasure to see them gathered.

As was right he took a place to one side and crossed his arms. His saberstaff hung on his belt as he pushed down his hood to reveal his many head tresses. As always the mute would watch and listen and obey...the Dark Lord damnded it.

 

[Soeht]

After listening to [member="Darth Vornskr"], the Apprentice took a moment of pause as multiple individuals entered the bridge of the Star Destroyer. He gave just a split second glance at [member="Sabrina Kotass"]. When the Eye of the Dark Lord, [member="Darth Isolda"], entered, the Apprentice gave a heavy, unmoving glare beneath his mask at the Oracle.

As [member="Darth Veles"] entered, the Apprentice responded to his greeting with a modulated voice saying, “Hail.”

And then when [member="Darth Helios"] arrived, the Apprentice bade him welcome with, “Hail, Darth Helios.”

The final newcomer so far, [member="Odium"], received no more than a brief look apparently due to his status as an Acolyte.

Turning to Darth Vornskr once more though, the Apprentice told him, “We have to act quickly to make it happen, though.”

Stepping down from the steps up to the massive viewport behind him, the Apprentice gestured to a Force-insensitive servant by a console. At that moment, a holographic projection of the galaxy appeared - given indications for major states in the galaxy. The remaining minor states outside were left unmarked.

Looking to Darth Vornskr, the Apprentice said, “It’s important that the Fringe continues its hostilities against the Protectorate. Fearful of its own borders, those still sympathetic to the Republic from the Protectorate will remain on the home front rather than rush to assist the Republic.”

The projected map began to create slashed marks of the area between Fringe controlled space and the Protectorate to indicate disputed territory.

Speaking to all on the bridge, the Apprentice claimed, “While we might have the will to fight every state in this galaxy at once, it is most efficient to wipe them out one at a time while the rest tend to distractions.”

“If anything,” began the Apprentice as his head turned to [member="Darth Shara"], “The Crusade and Horde could be substitutes in attacking the Protectorate should the Fringe seek an armistice with the Protectorate.”

The map then showed arrows coming from both Moross Crusade and the Horde going into Protectorate space - indicating likely plan of attacks for them.

Shifting his focus to [member="Darth Kentarch"], the Apprentice dictated, “Your evaluation is simple: find [member="Darth Metus"] and report the situation of Sector 3 directly to our Lord. He will judge you then.”

Finally, the Apprentice snapped his face to Darth Isolda once again and asked, “Do your visions show any changes in our predictions?”