Dominion After Taxes | SO Dominion of Empty Hex

[Darth Morta]

Objective I: The Tithe of Worlds
Tags: Objective One - Lirka Ka // Serina Calis // Festerruman Sachiel // Taeli Raaf // Allyson Locke // Kaila Irons // CT-312 // Jacen Breska // Darth Meritum // Adean Castor

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Darth Morta, along with the rest of the Order, had been requested to provide for the Third Legion and had answered the call as required. Morta arrived ahead of her contribution. The Umbra Operis being much better maintained than the leaky, creaky transports she had been able to scrape together to hold her tithe for its journey.

The Darklight was an impressive vessel, and Morta looked forward to the day she had the wealth and influence to claim such a vessel as her own. But for now, she'd have to keep her head down, get lost in the crowd and not draw attention before she had the strength to back it up. This was going to be one of the rare moments she stuck her neck out and hoped it wouldn't get her head cut off.

Making a quiet entrance to the chamber everyone had gathered in, a pair of her Crimson Oath tailing her, Darth Morta kept her senses primed for violence and betrayal, something she expected every time there was a gathering of Sith. The fact that no knife, metaphorical or literal, had been slipped in her side yet was just proof that she'd been successful in keeping herself out of the eye of potential rivals.

Originally planning to wait until near the end to make her contribution, Morta kept quiet, but got sick quickly. Reaching into a pouch on her belt, she pulled out two objects: a cheap disposable holo projector and a datapad.

"Krayiss II may lack the heavy industry to support the powerful weapons, or the knowledge to prepare unique artifacts that may be expected by this tithe. But, we do have ourselves to offer." Darth Morta said as she used the force to float the projector to the front of the room.

"I offer one million troops of my militia to form a backbone for the legion to build on." Morta said, dropping the projector to the floor and turning it on to let a series of holograms flash through the air.

Morta knew that this would put a strain on her resources for now, but it would be to her advantage as well. As the troops were rotated home to be replaced with fresh faces, they could be diverted to form veteran units or put into training cadres, raising the quality of her soldiers in the long term.

 

[Apollyon The Betrayer]

Tag: Lirka Ka Darth Meritum Serina Calis Darth Morta Festerruman Sachiel Taeli Raaf CT-312 Jacen Breska Adean Castor

Clap... clap... clap... came a sound from within the crowd.

Footsteps next, and finally the golden glow of an iconic T-visor. One could forgive the uninitiated for assuming the red-clad figure to be Mandalorian. There were few alive now who remembered the Shadow Crusade fought in Carnifex's name, which destroyed Mand'alor the Reclaimer such that Moridinae remained abandoned until so recently.

Hers was a forgotten name.

And she had returned from death to rectify this.

The supercommando moved with slow, deliberate steps as she emerged from the crowd, throwing predatory glances over her shoulder with each soul she passed. It was not until she stood a few paces from Lirka Ka that her helmed gaze appeared to settle momentarily. Not on the impressive blade Ka boasted, not at her foreboding armor, but right where the once-sephi's eyes should have been.

Never had she looked upon the Slavemaster General in person, the tyrant of Concordia in that glorious prelude to her own butchery. But of the two relics who'd outlived the old empire, Lirka's legend was the most widely known, an icon of the great cruelty that was the Kainate.

The old Moff was just as impressive as she imagined.

She gave Ka a nod with an almost teasing tilt, then turned to Darth Meritum .

"Death Watch." she announced, her cool but leathery voice carrying quite far.

Armored figures looked up upon hearing their name, spread sparsely among the crowd in shadowed corners where most went unnoticed. Some whispered among themselves in disbelief, but a few veterans among them recognized that voice.

Now they understood the gravity of their summons.

"I pledge Death Watch."

"For the duration of this campaign, at least." she playfully shrugged her shoulders.

That was the tricky part. Death Watch didn't need to answer these summons, for she did not control a world to pay tithes as the many sith lords and governors around her did. In the end, their loyalty was to Darth Carnifex in all things, and yet here she was.

It allowed her some... flexibility.

"All we ask is to be put in the vanguard, and that whoever leads this legion prove themselves worthy of our time."

"Maybe then we'll stick around."

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