Faction Before the Council - Diarchy

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Bastion | High Council Chambers
Tags: Wrathian Kell Diarch Rellik @Diarchy High Council Members

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With the recent proclamations regarding Jedi and Sith within Diarchy space, things had become much more tense. Security had tripled, not only on Bastion but all Diarchy planets. Because of this, reports had come to the Diarch, a pureblood Sith had been spotted on approach to Bastion. Wishing for an audience with the leadership of their nation, intrigued by his apparent lack of connection to the Sith Order, Reign stayed the execution order for trespassers. Opting instead to meet with the being.

As he sat in his customary chair in the high council chambers, he summoned the other members as could be reached. Opting to utilize this strange meeting as a reason for the council to come together to also discuss the impending war. As the Diarch waited, his mind was drawn not to the meeting at hand, but to the endless war preparations and upcoming assaults on Galactic Empire and Sith Order holdings. He thought of the Jedi in their lofty temples and how they would react to his proclamation, he thought of the newly formed hunting parties and the brave members of the brotherhood that led them.

"So it begins"

He said softly to himself.

 

[Yorran Vosk]

Location: Bastion | High Council Chambers
Tags: Wrathian Kell Diarch Rellik Diarch Reign


"This is an error," Yorran said from his place within the High Council chambers.

"You should never meet with one of these people here. And preferably not at all. It is impossible to know how much power a force-wielder can command just by looking at them."

If there was any peril in calling force-wielders 'these people' in the presence of the Diarchs, Yorran seemed blind to it. He certainly gave no thought to the language in terms of Maldor Sancetti's presence.

He gestured around the room, "There should be a whole regiment here, at least."

Yorran almost visibly bristled, "The Network has had no time to properly research your visitor."

 

[Maldor Sancetti]

Location: Bastion | High Council Chambers
Tags: Wrathian Kell Diarch Rellik Diarch Reign Yorran Vosk

"A blatant show of force is often ill-advised in diplomatic interactions," Maldor said. "I've taken the liberty of inviting my Secret Service to clandestinely reinforce the area while posing as civilians and bureaucratic staff."

Yorran gave him a look which surely said, That does not make me feel better.

"That having been said," Maldor went on, "I agree with Mr. Vosk's sentiments. You should have allowed one of us to make first contact. We recently witnessed powerful force-wielders create a storm that destroyed a space-elevator. If that was to happen in this room, your own formidable talents might mean nothing in the face of it. We'd lose the leadership in a single stroke. And while I have great respect for my Secret Service, they were not designed to grapple with people wielding that kind of power."

Troublingly, he also knew precious little about this visitor. For all he knew, it could be the Sith's first response to their anti-Sith mandate: Send an assassin to murder the heads of government.

 

[Wrathian Kell]

Bastion | High Council Chambers
Tags: Diarch Reign Yorran Vosk Maldor Sancetti

Wrathian had seen the announcement over some holonet channel. All Sith and Jedi. To say he was intrigued would have been an understatement. So what did he do? He'd exited hyperspace right over Bastion. A planet that he'd remembered by a different moniker, but figured that came with the territory, and landed in the most populated area he could find. Surrendering himself to a group of individuals who seemed confused about the words he'd said to them. "Take me to these Diarchs of yours. I wish to speak." Surprisingly. They co-operated. Maybe it was the lightsabers that sat at his hip, but more likely, it was the disarming smile he had. After a quick back and forth over a commlink, Wrathian was escorted with them, he'd refused the cuffs but handed his weapons over. Though violence was never his intention. His intention was knowledge. His only reason for being here was to catch himself up to speed on the happenings in a galaxy that looked much the same but felt entirely alien.

He entered the golden chambers clad in a charcoal tunic with golden lining. Saber holsters sat empty at the front of his waist. His head slithered from individual to individual as he inspected the members who were before him. A man from a species he didn't fully recognize. Then two humans, or at least near human. It was always hard to tell. Yet his eyes fixated on the one with longer hair. The force. In all it's infinitesimal glory. As a show of good faith, Wrathian did not hide his power. Yet it did not suffocate like some Sith. One may find his radiant, regal, and unyielding. He carried himself in the same way. Upright, like he was meant to be there. Hands clasped at the small of his back. The tendrils on his jawline flicked about with curiosity, but his face remained unreadable.

"Thank you for allowing me an audience. I am called Wrathian Kell."

A Pureblood, but so absent the snarling bravado so often expected of his kind. His voice that was low and composed. The kind of calm that echoed louder in silence than shouting ever did. Silken and deliberate, but with something beneath. Cold. Sharp. Draped in velvet.