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.