Public Ambitions Prepared [Sith]

[Alvarex Zambrano]

Mustafar had always been a place for the Sith. Where they could retreat and regroup, reorganize themselves. Meditate on the dark side, but importantly it was far from armies of war that promised each other death. It was far from the rhetorical cries of empires and alliances. For the moment it was simply there for them and that was all that was needed. Gahenn Plains, a place of pilgrimage for many Sith the Fortress Vader once occupied by a Master of Ren. Sits open, empty awaiting those who seek to meditate on Vader's path to find wisdom in the Dark Lord's tale.

Alvarex Zambrano's shuttle touched down upon a landing pad nearby. The Son of the Demiurge stepped forward adorned in black and silver garments, his outfit resembled a Kainate Officer, albeit with modifications. He descended the shuttle flanked by fellow Blackblades, the Kainate Honor Guard -- more or less, carefully chosen men and women, who had no fear of Force users, and those who served Alvarex were specifically made Force dead. An Epicant through and through, his eight-foot two height saw him tower over most human-like species. Behind him, his brothers, Ansgar and Xathrael, and sister Cordelia, the younger children of Kaine Zambrano's first wife Salara Kesare, a Grand Alchemist of the old Panathan Courts.

Their purpose today was to meet with other Sith, meditate on the Force and perhaps -- seek out relics of old, if any still remained. Mustarfar had last been in the hands of the First Order and their Knights of Ren. While the Confederacy's old territory once lingered nearby, neither factions were around in great number this day to challenge the Sith. "Cordelia, take your shadows, let us be sure there are no interlopers. If you find any Jedi or any who do not swear to the Sith, toss them into the lakes." Ordered Alvarex, his voice void of any emotion, the enigmatic tone unwavering as he continued, "Blackblades, you have your orders, secure the Fortress. Ansgar, Xathrael move out to the plains, no Sith is to be disturbed this day."

The Prince dispatched his siblings to their assignments, Alvarex had a long yearning ambition, to see that which his father built - restored. To once more see a brotherhood of Sith, working together toward the mutual goal of galactic domination. Today was simply meant to be a day for the Sith to congregate, gather and speak with one another - to begin fostering those relationships with one another. To the others that had followed him to Mustarfar, he gave but a simple command, "go forth, meditate, commune with the dark lord himself - seek out your relics. I'll work to ensure that we can work together on this day, in peace."

He himself was eager to meet new Sith, ones beyond his father's circle.

Valen Arenais | Darth Wallgof | Alina Tremiru | Darth Xyrah | Darth Carnifex | Draco Miles | [Open to All Sith]​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Mustafar was a very unique world in his opinion. Given its history, it was a Sith world in its own right and yet it sat far away across the galaxy from the Tingel Arm where most other such worlds were founded. An outlier indeed. Alisteri himself had only visited it briefly once before, and that little gathering of Sith had been little more than a power-grabbing farce. He hoped that this one would be more fruitful and genuine, even if this one had been heralded by an heir to Carnifex.

His small shuttle swept fairly low to the surface as he approached the designated landing zone, idly glancing out at the molten lakes and rivers that he passed by. A challenging environment seemed almost a necessity for any true Sith planet. How better could one prove oneself than to survive and best an environment? The monolithic Fortess Vader appeared on the horizon and his gaze narrowed as he turned away from the planet's features and instead searched for other activity besides his own. Thankfully it didn't take him long at all to find a landed shuttle and subsequently descend to park a short walk away. The Acolyte didn't want to get his only exit off the planet too close after all.

Alisteri stepped out onto the sacred ground, his mask catching the natural light and molten glows as he pulled his red cloak closed around himself. His gaze swept to the group that had now started dispersing from the first shuttle and he slowly began making his way over to greet them. Already he could spot the son of Carnifex even from here, given the towering height of the other. A small part of him wanted to pull his lightsaber from belt in case of any potential hostility, but he resisted and continued on. With any luck the pride and self importance of the father hadn't passed to the son. Hopefully, anyway.

Alvarex Zambrano

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"So you're still hiding behind that mask."

Blood. What had been a curious sensation from their last meeting had been pushed far to the side for Alina's rage towards the masked acolyte. She could feel nothing in the Force, but her blood recognized a kindred. Sangnir born of the same blood. Curiously, did that mean she could exert her will over those he'd made? There were some questions on it all she still had, even after all this time.

But such questions would have to wait for the task at hand. The pale woman stood tall, without her helmet this time around. No longer hiding the fact that she was here again. As a Sith. Though, not quite, she supposed.

Her gaze shifted to the spawn of Zambrano in the distance, her faintly glowing eyes narrowing in contempt. "Another legacy. Wonder if he's a shoe in for Emperor should another Empire rise. Zambrano take care to rule, it seems." Unlike Alisteri, she wasn't opposed to showing her disdain for the Sith Lord. He was just another in her way, after all.

Darth Strosius | Alvarex Zambrano

 

[Darth Manius]

Manius was hardly a Sith himself, only really joining the ranks of the “New Sith Order” in the Maw for his brutality and ruthlessness. Man would simply pass him off as a hulking barbarian 'brainlet' with nothing between their ears and past their eyes. A mere science experiment gone wrong. That assessment wouldn’t even be entirely wrong, but Manius was more than just a living weapon, at least he felt that way. Though the feeling from his allies might not really be mutual.

Though the majority of his memories were not his own, Like he was reincarnated with all the knowledge of his past lives. His experiences and life now and in the present were definitely his own. Which is how he knows that he is real now, and not just living in a flash memory floating in a cloning tube.

He’d managed to catch wind of a gathering of sorts. An event that relied on some measure of trust to function, and trust was always a quality the Sith were lacking. Manius wanted to attend, yet was weary of possible bad actors. This seemed to be hosted by a Zambrano, a family who was functionally a Sith Order all on their own. Would they take offense to a member of The Maw such as Manius?

He was willing to take a risk by going here, acting in good faith. His long YV light freighter would make its descent onto the Volcanic world. A planet he himself had not visited yet, though was rather knowledgeable of it. Finding some of the hardy local ecology fascinating. As his ship landed, Manius walked out of the loading ramp. He came alone, stepping onto his landing platform and fixing his large leather jacket. Looking less like a Sith and more like some massive thug one would find in hutt space. Looking to his side he saw what he sensed to be another Sith who was arriving on their own platform. With long, heavy strides the impractically large Null clone made his way to where the gathering would be taking place, and it seemed like a group was already forming.

Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius | Alvarex Zambrano

 

[Darth Xyrah]

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Alvarex's shuttle was not the only vessel to descend towards Vader's Castle this day. Saryn's MPO-1400 Purgill-class Star Cruiser landed a short distance away from the castle within the ash coated forest nearby, deploying it's landing struts as it touched down, sending clouds of ash blowing away. As the boarding ramp descended, Saryn emerged, garbed in a tight, protective black bodysuit and long flowing cape. The lava covered landscape of Mustafar was not a convenient location for his usual sense of style, after all. A mixed platoon of Blackblades and SB-1 Battle Droids descended the ramp behind him, taking up sentry positions around the vessel before Saryn's important passenger made his exit from the ship.

Saryn turned to face the mysterious cloaked figure that towered over him even after descending the boarding ramp, a smile forming on his face. "It seems your son and the others have arrived ahead of us, master. Shall we catch up to join them?", he inquired curiously.

Darth Carnifex
Alvarex Zambrano
Darth Strosius
Alina Tremiru
Darth Manius

 

[Jin Kyrel]

The son of Kyrel Ren had returned home. Fortress Vader had once served as a place for power, Kyrel had long since coveted, even to this day it is said that the Master of Ren still holds sway over these lands. Off in the distance Fortress Vader was a crumbling ruin, all around you found a mixture of broken obsidian, and lava all over the place. One could even see signs of battle that had taken place years ago, or even the insignia of the Crimson Hand, a First Imperial Remnant that Kyrel had eagerly brought back for the Maw’s conquests on the wider galaxy.

While an acolyte of the New Sith Order, he came to his birthright in order to find answers. To explore the ruins and find out what his path was, Even if his father had a hand in it, the former Imperial Knight was on a path to nowhere. His heavy steps moved along the ashy soil, all around him iron trees sprouted more and more. Even under his father’s dominion there was some measure of life to the hellscape.

Even with each passing year the Fortress was swallowed by the lava, the halls barely accessible covered in rivers of lava. All that had been left intact was the catacombs that had been kept intact. As if the dark side willed the ritual room to still hold against nature. Next to the heavy steps that brought him one step closer to the ruined interior of the Fortress, the lava continued to bubble, pieces of obsidian gradually kept falling into the rising magma.

There were others here, luckily the Wrath of the Maw was too busy to learn of uninvited guests. Even as the Acolyte thought many to be unworthy to walk the grounds of the ruined Fortress, he felt it whisper to him. Was this how Kyrel Ren gained such a place of power? His breathing only quickened as he started to descend to the only path that was available to anyone. The catacombs below was filled with magma and yet carried ancient markings of the Sith. It was even said his father was so close to tearing a wound through the Force, before ultimately the Jedi stopped him from continuing the ritual.

He slowly descended deeper into the inferno, the Dathomiri blood of his veins kept a stirring the deeper he went in. The confused boy was seeking purpose, no longer a Knight of the New Imperial Order, he had nothing. Reaching the broken ritual room where the fractured monoliths and Sith markings were. Whispers were in his ear as he slowly crouched in the middle of the cave, the voices speaking to him. Tempting him with more promises of power.

Alvarex Zambrano
Darth Strosius
Alina Tremiru
Darth Manius

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Why the rush?"

The hooded figure spoke with a grave timbre, His voice sending reverberations through the metal of the ship, shifting the volcanic dirt beneath their feet, and coaxing a shiver up Saryn's very spine. His mere presence radiated power, as though the foundational elements of the universe were being bent to His will at every possible moment. Being in His immediate vicinity was like being next to a bomb that had just begun to detonate, that trapped power just barely constrained and on the verge of releasing; knowing that at any moment your entire existence could be snuffed out in the blink of an eye.

But He was not alone, another equally tall figure emerged from within the shuttle to stand at His side. Whereas the other was the silence before a violent explosion, this new figure was like the ruin after the explosion had run its course. Doom clung to him like a heavy shroud, the whisper of annihilation not just a mere promise but a guarantee. Both were equally steeped in the Dark Side of the Force, intrinsically linked through a shared destiny that could never be separated.

"Your precious vulptex must be so eager to see the castle, but we both know it's not as grand as the stories make it out to be." This voice was far more subdued, enticing with velvety smooth tones. It was a voice that, with enough time, could bend any ear and convince even the most stubborn of creatures to do as it was told. Its owner was noticeably leaner than their counterpart, their silhouette narrower as they stood in the flushed light of the boarding ramp. Both slowly moved down the ramp with even methodical steps, each perfectly in sync with the other, until they both stood on solid ground.

In turn, they drew their hoods back, revealing a shared face with sharp patrician features, olive skin, and long luxurious black hair. Their differences were in the minute details. The harsher voice's face was bearded, His eyes red irises in black pools, a red tattoo inked upon His forehead. The softer voice's face was clean-shaven, only his pupils bright red, and no tattoo upon his brow. They were both dressed in black and gray fabrics, each one arranged different but both equally evocative of monastic garments. The hilt of a lightsaber hung from each of their belts, each one forged from rough cerakote that faintly glimmered when caught by the light.

"There is still power in these ruins, even after so many years." He looked back towards the ship, several more figures emerging to join them. Many of them were hooded and masked, their identities purposefully obscured. But one among them was not obscured, their form resplendent in its grandiosity. Glimmering armor clung tight to her towering buxom frame, a pair of black wings inked with red jutting out from her muscular back, her eyes shimmering just like those of her master's. The two near-identical figures watched as Darth Pellax descended the ramp to join them.

"Shall we go see if it may yet serve our purpose?" Spoke the softer voice, whose name was Demiurge. The harsher voice, whose name was Carnifex, responded, "Let us go." So they began their journey towards the castle, in whose shadow the power of the Dark Side began to congregate.

Darth Xyrah | Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax | Alvarex Zambrano
Darth Strosius | Alina Tremiru | Darth Manius
Jin Kyrel
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[Taresa Kae]

Tag: (Open)

Because Darth Centax was likely on most major organizations' hit list, and had a Kaggath against a certain Braith still ongoing, representing him was his assassin. Who was always wearing more tech than god. Armored up to the hilt and bristling with high-tech wizardry to compliment her force powers. The One Sith would hear what the gathering Sith had to say through their agent, like with all first meetings Centax arrogantly felt you earned his attention.

Taresa Kae, bane of all Echani who carried that bloodline. Decloaked both in the force letting go of her force concealment, and visibly nearby, resting her backfoot against a pillar. No rush to be the first to where they were headed, she was watching others enter casually. Endless patience for the mission. Taresa tilted her armored head up feeling certain stronger presences nearby, concealed completely in a reflective suit, you could still barely see she was there even now with the stealth field down. Beside her a force ghost presence was moving through the walls, one of the many collected over the centuries of service, gifts for her Kethenite ambitions.

Our acolytes force aura was vindictive, with no great pressure or pulse, subtle and hard to detect. Revenge best sat across her shoulders like a warm glove. Kethenite for certain to those with senses for such subtle things, and a rare species blood ran through her veins. Always alert for weak spots, traps, tricks, and detail to use for later. There might be no sense of safety when around her, depending on how sure of your abilities you were, because to a One Sith any weakness was intolerable.

That said, she was easier to deal with than her Master was, and even might walk away without starting the next Kaggath, who knows. It had been too long since a planet had been devastated to settle a good score, or was that just yesterday at Tython....

The assassin's steps put her somewhere behind Jin Kyrel entering in, cloaking field shimmering briefly as it finally switched off.

 

[Darth Wallgof]

Location: Mustafar
Equipment: 1x Lightsaber
Outfit: This
Mindset: As stable as Wallgof can be
Tags: Alvarex Zambrano | Darth Strosius | Alina Tremiru | Darth Manius | Darth Xyrah | Jin Kyrel | Darth Carnifex | Taresa Kae (Open to Interaction)

The Sith Lord paused, how long had it been? Weeks, months, years perhaps it was merely days, hours or minutes. Time with Naga Sadow inside him seemed to matter little, for he had memories that were only recent of his own but also memories that stemmed from a 2,000 year old plus Sith Pureblood inside him. Looking around the planet, Mustafar. There was a castle build by some so-called Sith, Naga loved to hate on the modern Sith Lords. They were stepped away from the old Sith ways, the ways that Naga Sadow had perceived his Empire heading towards. Too focused on the Jedi. Darth Wallgof didn't really have a stance, he barely knew what Sith were like now, all he knew was from Naga Sadow's teachings when he shared the body with the Mandalorian.

"Now. You gunna behave? We are meeting other Sith, this is our chance to begin our Empire, the empire that we want to rule. So I need you to behave, no interrupting me, trying to take over my mind and definitely no rage episodes so that we end up killing someone." Darth Wallgof pointed towards Naga Sadow who was staring back and rolled his eyes heavily at the demands of Darth Wallgof. While he saw the potential in the Mandalorian to achieve his vision, he believed that Wallgof was too weak, not assertive enough to fight for what he believed in. Wallgof was desperate to prove him wrong and show that he could create a new Sith Empire that followed the old ways and built on the ideals of Naga Sadow.

I will not be ordered around by you! You need to force these weaklings to obey, kill them if they try to defy you. For you are my champion, I set you to destroy these weak ways and break a new Sith Empire that follows the pureblood Sith ideologies! If you fail, I will simply bestow my powers onto another!

Wallgof panicked, the threat of losing his powers was terrifying. He had wanted to be a Force User, it as all that he knew how to be and if that was taken away then he would have nothing. He would be nothing and he couldn't allow that! "I will ensure that our Empire is brought to life, you know this! There is no one else that you can depend on to listen to you and bring to life your dreams! So please, let me do this, my way!" Wallgof paused and heard nothing from Naga Sadow, who waved a hand and vanished from sight though he could feel the displeasure of the ancient Sith Lord in his mind. Closing his eyes, Wallgof tried to clear the thoughts and sighs, "This is going to be tough..."

Finding the castle, Wallgof looked around, there seemed to be other Sith around. He was curious to see what others thought of this temple, for him Vader was nothing but a failure. He was weak and let familial ties ruin his Master's goals and ambitions, he betrayed the Sith ways. To uphold such a monument was to display the failings of the Sith, not the strengths. He was going to modify his old Mandalorian to look like this someday since he wanted it to reflect his new role as Sith Emperor and not a Mandalorian, that past was lost to his memories and he held no interest to the Mandalorian way of life either.

 

[Darth Nito]

Darth Nito stepped upon molten earth with purpose. It crumpled, failed to hold his weight for a moment - then settled an inch lower than the ground around it. The heat would be nigh unbearable were it not for the fact Nito had long accepted pain as a form of power to be siphoned and stolen - so he took a deep breath and let it singe his lungs, fill his nose with Ash, and let it all out in a harsh smoke. Sulphur met lava as he peered around - feeling for the sensation he sought.

He had been tasked here not by the Worm, apathetic to the machinations of the Sith overall, but by Darth Maliphant. Heir apparent to eternalism, he had tasked Nito with the purpose of watching, studying, and breaking the gathering apart were it showing signs of a greater problem. More than that, the only reason it was on their radar at all was the presence of the Sith'ari prospect Darth Carnifex - so when the dark side stench of the terrible duo was felt, he would make his way there.

Those agents that came to this world with him would find their space in the edge of visions, in the back of thought, and deep in what shadows existed on the planet. Nito would care little for subterfuge - moving to rendezvous at his pleasure.

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And so he would, after a time of using the Force to traverse the planet, making an educated guess on their trajectory, and the eventual black hole sensation they exuded through the Force, Nito appeared before the duo and their companions with a scowl.

"Twice-Emperor Made Two.", he said glancing between them.

"Darth Maliphant sends his regards - and has asked me to join you, with the backing of the Worm."

Darth Carnifex // Darth Xyrah

 

[Alvarex Zambrano]

Ansgar and his brother Xathrael walked through the remnants of Fortress Vader. Upon his report to his father on Lettow, he would include a status update on the Fortress. He had dispatched the Kainate Legionary Corps of Engineers to see to the Fortress' rebuilding. Even now it was a tangled mess of scaffolding, droids, and construction material. Even now as shuttle after shuttle landed on the only solid piece of the Fortress, the landing pad he was amazed at the progress. "Ever see such a sight brother?" Inquired the Third Son of Salara.

Naturally, the Fourth Son replied, "perhaps not at this scale." Xathrael had concluded that the only project that could rival this one in his time would be the restoration of the Unholy Father's tomb, Vulkanus himself. "It seems people are arriving, I hope Alvarex's plan won't be untangled so soon."

"You think he has a plan?" Ansgar scoffed and shook his head as he and his brother patrolled Gahenn Plains, "you give him far more credit than I."

Xathrael shrugged but said nothing in return. The youngest son of Salara and Kaine would not directly oppose his older and much stronger brothers - stronger in brute strength at least. Yet he could admire the ambition Alvarex was attempting to display, he could understand the drive that the Blackblade Prince had, and so for now his vision aligned with his dear brothers.

Elsewhere Cordelia watched and roamed the Catacombs with her shadows, how Jin Kyrel was stalked and hunted, the whispers that spoke from Darth Xyrah and even her own father the Demiurge himself Darth Carnifex the Third Daughter of Salara was quick, quiet as she stalked the shadows, concealing her presence as she listened. She was merely there so that her brother would be well aware of what was going on throughout the Fortress.

Fortress Vader is the last remaining legacy of the Imperial Ren, or at least one that anyone else in the galaxy could care about. It bore the scars of the Coalition's siege, of the Alliance's attempt to take it prior to such a time. While Cordelia continued her walks and patrols, Alvarex approached his father. "I am pleased to see you here," greeted the Second Son of Salara, whilst fully ignoring the playtoy his father brought along. Nito's presence was a surprise but a welcome one to be sure, "and I am... pleasantly surprised to find you here, Darth Nito."

Rex had his opinions but he kept them and the thoughts thereof absent from his mind. "Our restoration of the Fortress continues, Father. I've dispatched a reconnaissance team prior to my arrival to explore whatever's left of the mining complex." His eyes turned momentarily away from his Father to see the shuttles, one by one arrive. "If you'll both excuse me, I should be sure to welcome those who have arrived."

Darth Strosius would be the first to receive the Prince's attention, "well met, please, take your time to explore the Fortress. The plains are secured for your meditation should you want them. Consider today a simple, meeting among Sith, a way for all of us to network with one another."

Darth Nito | Alina Tremiru | Taresa Kae | Darth Wallgof | Darth Manius | Open to All Sith | [OOC: Rex will make his way to everyone for a one-on-one conversation throughout the thread]

 

[Darth Strosius]

Already more and more people had begun to arrive, most of which were unfamiliar to his limited senses. There were of course unmistakable powers arriving that he fully intended to try and skirt around though. With any luck no would pay any attention to- "Gah!" He jumped back in surprise as Alina Tremiru addressed him, and then taking a moment to try and not-so-subtly recompose himself. The downside of trying to feel out a large amount of different Force presences meant that he was easily able to be sneaked up on by almost anything else.

Especially someone like her that probably knew such a fact to some extent. "It's nice and new..." The masked man muttered defensively under his breath, idly grasping the side of said mask and readjusting it slightly. It just didn't fit as well as the last did in his mind. His gaze drew back to Alvarex Zambrano and he shrugged as he idly tossed a glance at where he could sense the tell tale power of Darth Carnifex . "Who can say? I hear there's plenty of other children that can inherit." Whilst Alisteri may have agreed with Alina openly any other time, he wasn't going to speak ill of any Zambranos with them being on the same planet as he was. Caution was key.

He didn't intend on standing around all day however, and soon resumed his stride towards the fortress. Admittedly the Acolyte had been hoping to slip inside and find somewhere that he wouldn't be spotted as easily by the other attendees. A hope that would not come true. The towering Zambrano heir addressed him whenever he finally got close to the fortress, with the shorter masked man doing his best to appear stoic and unmoved. Any sign of nerves was one of weakness given the nature of the Sith and he didn't intend on his blood tainting the ground anytime soon.

"Thank you." As well as a curt nod would be his only response. Alisteri then quickly made his way inside Fortress Vader proper before he accidentally caught the gaze of any other Zambrano. Or anyone else for that matter, given all the strangers.

Darth Manius / Darth Xyrah / Jin Kyrel / Taresa Kae / Darth Wallgof / Darth Nito

 

[Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax]

She walked a little a head of those that hid their faces as she looked down the boarding ramp. Black and golden armor strapped tight to her body that it so elegantly traced each curve. During the flight she had a wide length of lace bound her wings in place, having the luxury of wide spaces for so long Teresa could get away with shaking and stretching her wings occasionally. Though as she reached the bottom of the ramp her hand would reach behind tugging on one piece. The bow loosened and in an instant both wings bounced up reaching wide with a soft little pop. She still found it strange that now her height towered over most. The feeling of humanity erased for something better, more superior was a good one. Every part of her felt, right and almost complete, but the last part of the puzzle was a journey for her.

Golden fiery eyes scanned the volcanic wasteland a head. The warmth against pale cheeks felt pleasing to the young sith basking in something simple. Teresa did not know the importance of the place they where heading to today, it seemed as of late she was been taken to more places frequently. Even though she had freedom to come and go, as she pleased Teresa had simply found a place which she thrived. Ahani and Carnifex both gave the woman a life of dignity, education and one she was not having to barely scrape by. No longer was it just surviving, now it was living. Her gaze set upon both Demiurge and Carnifex as the two looked back, her eyes would meet with them both. A soft smile from matte black lips was given to both of them.

"Personally I would prefer not to rush. I do not know about everyone else but the way lava moves, the shapes it creates in its flows are mesmerizing. Only a few things beats it in things I would rather stare at all day. Besides, everyone is heading to the same place right? So logically taking a walk there at our own pace preserves energy for things that require it." She said in a slow and alluring voice. Teresa would come to stand at the side of Carnifex with ample space for someone to easily walk between them.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"You shouldn't have gotten a new one." Well, it was his choice none the less. Still, she didn't agree with it. Ironically his mask was the thing she remembered most about him. To replace it with another was just inviting attention. Speaking of. An unamused frown settled on her lips as the prodigal son approached. Her golden eyes practically glared daggers. Not at him. Nito.

Her throat still hurt. Not literally, that healed forever ago now. But the memory was still there.

She didn't pay the son any mind. Another scion of the Zambrano family was just the same as the last. She left alongside Alisteri, opting to avoid garnering any more attention from any other monstrous Sith Lord. Though paused a moment to stare blankly at not one Carnifex, but two?

Her voice lowered as she spoke in a hushed, concerned whisper.

"Why the hell are there two of them? This is getting out of hand."

Darth Strosius | Darth Nito | Alvarex Zambrano | Darth Carnifex | Darth Xyrah | Darth Manius | Taresa Kae | Darth Wallgof | Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Saryn noticed Alvarex's arrival, though didn't get a chance to greet him. The Emperor's son no doubt just considered him another one of his father's playthings. Not entirely correct. Saryn was a husband of one of the Emperor's wives now, and as such a full member of the family. He had also become a VERY wealthy corporate executive due to his efforts acting as the public face of the Sith controlled Enarc Trade League, not to mention a fully trained and capable Force Adept in his own right as well, the elegant lightsaber hilt dangling from his belt being indicative of such. His attention was quickly brought to the arrival of Darth Nito, however.

"Darth Nito. We are honored by your presence.", Saryn said politely before bowing his head, words flowing off his tongue like the sweetest of honey. He did not want to offend a representative of the Worm and cause unnecessary tensions for his twin masters. "Vader's Fortress is quite a sight even under repairs, is it not? I can feel the power radiating here. It will make a fitting bastion for the Sith Order once repairs are complete."

Saryn then turned his attention back to his master. Or masters. Having two right now had certainly been an odd development, though not unwelcomed. Seeing two halves of the same individual had granted Saryn a great deal of insight into what the combined whole might've looked like. "No rush, master. It's just exciting to stand in the presence of real Sith history. I wonder what secrets we may find that the prior owners left behind?", he asked curiously. His eyes then drifted to his master's apprentice, Teresa. They hadn't had a chance to be properly introduced despite her presence on Malsheem for the last good while. "Darth Pellax. I'm looking forward to getting the chance to get to know my master's apprentice. I'm surprised we havn't spoken yet.", he said with a warm smile.

Alina Tremiru Darth Strosius Darth Nito Darth Carnifex Alvarex Zambrano Darth Manius Taresa Kae Darth Wallgof Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax

 

[Darth Nito]

Nito gave Alina Tremiru little more than a passing scowl before Alvarex Zambrano welcomed him. He grunted in response - knowing Alvarex as a son of the Twice-Emperor, but having little knowledge of him past that.

Darth Xyrah was full of honey, bitter and fake as it was. He looked down upon him and replied simply;

"I understand Conquest, not Construction. A tower is a tower is a tower, I see the people gathered more important than what remains of Vader's broody summer home."

 

[Darth Ahriman]

VALEN ARENAIS​

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Location: Mustafar, Outskirts of Vaders Fortress.
Starship: The Chimera.
Wearing: Acolyte Apparel // Sith Lightsaber.
Tags: Alvarex Zambrano // Darth Strosius // Alina Tremiru // Darth Manius // Darth Xyrah // Jin Kyrel // Darth Carnifex // Taresa Kae // Darth Wallgof // Darth Nito // Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax

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Many had arrived upon Mustafar it seemed. Numerous signatures of life were identified through the vessel's advanced scanners sweeping across the former fortress of the ancient and infamous Lord Vader, now a shadow of what had once been.

From the far side of the Galaxy, Valen had answered the call to rendezvous with those of the Sith Brotherhood, those who were open to congregating with outlanders not presently known to whatever sect claimed dominance in what could only be described as Sith Politics; far deadlier than any senatorial game played by the wealthy degenerates who believed themselves to be the apex of the Galaxy's best and brightest.

It was already evident that this meeting of likely minds had piqued the interest of some vastly powerful Sith Lords, for Valen felt the familiarity of Force Signatures the likes of Darth Strosius , Alina Tremiru and the father of Zeptepi Zambrano , Darth Carnifex himself.

"How very interesting..." he muttered under his breath as he positioned the Corvette to sweep just shy overhead of the deadened trees, the starship's repulsorlift thrusters firing as they carried the weight of the craft down unto the land with a controlled descent until the feet touched down and the legs suspended, halting any final movement of the Chimera's landing.

The Acolyte had arrived in search of new contacts among the Order of the Sith, his ties to the Kainate and the former Sith Empire having suited his needs for a time, yet now his eyes were looking toward the future. One in which he considered his agenda and that of Zeptepi's to be a higher calling than that of blind service and zealous violence with little end-game.

"Remain here. Guard the ship," Valen instructed one of the armoured troopers of Sigma-Five-Delta, an elite unit whose numbers here were only few due to the nature of their voyage. Were they not truly among friends here, any confrontation would be handled first-hand, Valen not wishing to carry the entire squadron across the galaxy for some kind of unholy kumbaya.

The Sith Acolyte's robed swayed around him in every stride taken towards Vaders Castle, the heat of the molten world bringing a certain comfort to the exposed skin, a darkness present on this world, unlike most others. The legends claimed that this world had once been a place of power uncontested among the old Empire, where Vader's wrath was like no other. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and there followed a feeling of...-Dare he to suggest excitement...-In being in a place so strongly corrupted in the Dark Side of the Force.

 

[Jin Kyrel]

There the young Kyrel crouched in the middle of the ritual room. Here is where he felt one of the oldest and most powerful sites within the Fortress, there he could hear breathing, whispers of him to rise and take his legacy. He just remained there not moving, nor did he speak and held a pensive gaze. It was as if he was trying to study the voices that had tempted him. He even questioned why he came here? In his contemplation he thought that there was no other way.

The Sith markings softly glowed, the whispers started to grow louder. Jin may have not wanted to admit it, but deep down he regretted his actions since being corrupted. He betrayed his order, his oath as a Knight. He killed his best friend and bled his lightsaber, even then the sacrifice only increased in pain as well as loss. His body infected from a piece of a Sith, his body confined to a suit as if to fight it off until a cure was made. Now he had come here as if to rid his afflicted mind of his trauma. To find the answers that would show him a better way.

As the whispers started to scream, the temptations soon turned into the language of the Sith. Chanting started to ring against his ears, causing him to stumble placing his hands on his ears. As if to silence them he screamed out. “Stop it!!!” His mind was damaged, his body fighting itself against another for control. The Sith markings around the cave glowed even brighter as the chanting failed to cease leaving Jin paralyzed for the moment.

Finally the voices stopped, and so did the suffering that came with it. He stood bewildered by the experience, and even wondered if he was being punished for not fully embracing his path. Why else was he here if not to shake off his chains, to even surpass his father and mother in terms of potential. He knew in the end that the Sith was the only way now.

The torment of the nexus had gone unnoticed with the arrival of Taresa Kae , her cloaking deactivated. Jin reacted on instinct, pulling out his lightsaber the crimson blade crackled unstable. Jin stood on guard looking towards the stranger, wondering if he was being hunted. Perhaps she had come for answers. “Who are you?” He asked, his synthesized core world accent echoed from his suit to the cave walls.

Alvarex Zambrano Valen Arenais Darth Nito Darth Xyrah Alina Tremiru Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax Darth Strosius Darth Wallgof Darth Carnifex

 

[Taresa Kae]

Tag: Jin Kyrel

Judgement stopped far away enough from his saber, curiosity peaked, her reflective armor a mask of a thousand faces as needed, as was her shaped identity underneath. Who was she? Sickle harvesting genome, purifying weaknesses as it was judged. Nobody, and all faces in the end.

In answer, her armor now reflected different projections across her face, men, women, sith, jedi, the identities were beyond counting. Fading, blending in with her environment as every identity did and becoming blank. Altering features every mission left little to distinguish her even if he could see her. Satisfied walking toward shadows nearer the wall, a domain of her forebearers. Jin might see a reflective silhouette more than a woman, the empty identity her only keeper.

Watching him for weakness, anger, and reaction. All were judged. No immediate threat from her, but no safety either. He was right to be on his guard, as all were. Jin's reaction drew an intake of breath, lives lived on knife edges were always sharp, but her weapons remained by her side. Tension held addictive quality, prickly spines down the back of her neck, curling into her fingertips.

While Centax may have denied him anything resembling an answer, thankfully his assassin had no qualms, "Anyone." Was the truth, that was the point, you never knew when judgement would fall, or what form it would take. He may want more but there was no identity to offer.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"A shame that Darth Maliphant could not join us." Carnifex and Maliphant had rarely seen eye-to-eye on many occasions, often at odds with each other regarding the direction of the Sith and the evolution of their philosophy. The advocates of Carnifex Thought and the advocates of Eternalism were just as much at odds with each other as those that championed their beliefs, the two primary competing doctrines in the Sith Order struggling to assert dominance over the other. Demiurge took the time to speak next, "But perhaps he can come see what we have built once it is complete, to see the power of the Sith radiant across Mustafar as it was in ancient times."

It was then that they reached the castle's approach, the great efforts on rebuilding the fortress on full display. By no means a project born from vanity, the efforts to bring Fortress Vader back to operational status was no less a full-blown military operation. Tonnes of material had been harvested from the adjacent lava fields, entire quarries chiseled out of the volcanic earth so that obsidian could be harvested and transported back to the construction site. Many of the irontrees of Corvax Fen had been cut down and stripped for their ironwood, used for various purposes in both the construction and for the workers themselves.

Though there were several foremen commanding various work teams at different areas of the castle grounds, it was the Dark Lord's son Alvarex who was in command of the entire effort. They were the first to approach the Dark Lord and His entourage, greeting them all cordially and respectfully. "You have done well, my son. Your efforts will not go unrewarded." Then Alvarex moved to meet the other arrivals, leaving the Dark Lord and His group to move into the restored sections of the castle. Carnifex reached out and touched a segment of the original castle wall, seamlessly melded with the newer portions of the castle being built on top of the ruins.

"Such power yet thrives, it will suffice."

Alvarex Zambrano | Darth Xyrah | Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax
Valen Arenais | Darth Strosius | Alina Tremiru
Darth Wallgof | Darth Nito | Jin Kyrel
Taresa Kae ​