Private Back In Void Black

[Darth Virelia]

"Feel the power of the Force."

Tags - Delsin Shaw



Malachor groaned beneath her boots.

The bones of cataclysm still sang here, long after the Jedi and the Mandalorians, long after the wound that had split the planet like a sacrificial throat. Power bled into the soil, soaked into the obsidian crust like ink into parchment. Echoes of unmaking. Of finalities never buried.

It was perfect.

Serina Calis—Darth Virelia—stood alone in the center of what would one day be her sanctum.

The skeletal girders of durasteel and synthcrete pylons clawing upward from the black stone like the ribs of a sleeping beast. Suspended slabs of darkstone hovered in place, half-etched with glyphs older than Republics, awaiting installation. Scaffolds creaked faintly in the distance, but the construction droids had long since withdrawn from this space. Whether commanded or merely compelled to leave, they understood something unspoken: this was a place for silence now. For stillness.

The foundations of something grand. And grim.

Steel bones of a temple-to-be, suspended above the caldera of a crater that had once swallowed armies whole. Malachor's air hung heavy with ancient ash and the scent of scorched stone. And yet Virelia stood unmoved, untouched by the wind or the whispers.

Tyrant's Embrace clung to her like prophecy fulfilled. Her silhouette was sovereign, alien, motionless—save for the whispering silk of her split cape as the wind curled around her form like a supplicant. The synthweave shifted with hypnotic grace, blood-hued shadows trailing behind her, coiling toward the unfinished dais that would soon hold a throne.

Six violet eyes glowed softly from her helm, arranged like the facets of a predator's gaze. They drifted across the broken horizon, scanning the jagged ruin where towers once stood. Her posture was regal. Composed. But her mind…

Her mind moved like a slow tide through the dark.

A ship would arrive soon.

Delsin Shaw.

The name pulsed like a dark chord in her memory. She had felt his presence long before the transmission had reached him. The way one senses a storm in their bones before the thunder ever breaks. There was a pressure to him. A peculiar sort of mass in the Force—and in what existed outside it. Clever. Brilliant. Utterly singular. Exactly the kind of man you don't underestimate.

Exactly the kind you keep on your good side.

And he was coming to her.

Hopefully, as an ally.

Virelia simply waited. Like a void blooming at the edge of the galaxy. Like a singularity in slow rotation. Patient because she could afford to be.

The ash swirled around her like incense. The wind curled like a question.

He would come soon.
And when he did… the real architecture would begin.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

Malachor V was a planet known for its heavily steeped Dark side influences. For generations it was a grounds for great powerful Sith of old. Now, Serina Calis, proclaiming themselves to be Darth Virelia, a Tyrant Queen of Darkness and Shadows had called for me. Not a command. A request given as we crossed paths times before. It was with this that we were to meet again. Each of us finding our own spots in the galaxy and doing what we could to influence where we could. I could see she had attempted to call upon a Kaggath against a Council Member. Therefore, she was excommunicated. While I still had such access to the Blackwall they so carried as some safety net.

The Quinn's Passion flew down from orbit. Closing the distance with no real fanfair. Avoiding any kind of air traffic that could have been around the planet with its various stealth systems. It took no time to reach the sanctified halls of such a place. Moving through the sky, it came to a stop at the temple. Even through the view port of the vessel, the location in which the Six-eyed menace stood could see at one another as it landed down. The blackened frame of the vessel only broken up by a Pinup of the very illustrious Quinn Varanin . Her visage painted on the hull of the ship as it landed. the engines shutting down before I walked through the vessel. My voice yelling out to the computer Intelligence.

"Keep the Bay unlocked. I may need it."

A couple beeps as the system fixed itself as I had asked. Moving down the ramp and walking through the onyx and obsidian halls. Pillars that were breaking apart and barely holding itself together. My eyes played across the walls. Absorbing the little light that illuminated them as I walked through. Eventually coming to the room in which she stood.

The doors were already open. Boot-falls echoing slightly in the room. As no other individuals were here. Walking up beside her as she looked out into the forests of Malachor, I let my hands rest behind me. One hand clasping the other's wrist in a parade rest. Drilled into me as a child. Now just a normal stance for me to hold. My eyes peered out and didn't look to her. Already knowing what was likely going to transpire here.

"I hear someone was removed from the Order."

A soft smile sliced through my visage. Toothy and exposing them lightly. Unnaturally sharper than humans and perfectly fitting one another.

"I will give you credit. You were willing to stand when no one else would."

head turning with a snap.

"How well did that turn out?"

Darth Virelia