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“Without strife, victory has no meaning. Without strife, we do not advance. Without strife, there is only stagnation.”
[ DECEPTION ]

// Space, Unknown Regions //
// Aboard The Dark Praxeum, Kabal Chamber //

Everything was slowly falling into place. Many believed that the fledgling Qotsisajakaar had faded into obscurity, being reduced to little more than a memory. They had all deceived themselves. While the dwindling number of Sith within the ranks of the order was undeniable, so too was the strength they cultivated in the shadows. Their showing in the Sith-Imperial civil war had been near absent, quite the anti-climax for those who remained uninformed. Voyance and Avernus were not ignorant of the power they lacked, nor were they unaware of the major advantages the New-Imperials would gain by keeping the relationship between their two organizations a secret. Despite his hatred of the Sith and their ways,

Irveric Tavlar had approved the use of funds and resources to aid the Qotsisajakaar. He was not naive to the potential power the Qotsisajakaar possessed, and he was nothing if not pragmatic. It was a carefully guarded secret, New-Imperial aid. So was the secret that AvCorp™ was a mere ploy to sustain the armadas and armies they raised deep within the unknown regions. Technoid and New-Imperial ships, restructured and repurposed for the profane war that was to come, and everyone was none the wiser. No one was so naive as to believe these collaborations were totally sustainable, but they didn't need to be. They'd found a powerful ally within the New Imperial Order... for now.

Those who remained among the Qotsisajakaar were labeled the Jenwit'ari; The Dark Lords of the Few. In some cases, the Jenwit'ari were the most loyal and faithful to the doctrine, while others were those who believed sticking with the order was pragmatic and did it for no other reason than self-interest, and the rest were merely new blood. The identities of those who sat on the Kabal had been shaken many times since the order's inception. Killings, depositions, and other role acquisitions were commonplace within the order. A culture of infighting and internal strife was largely encouraged over more tame means of ascension. Though the position of Asha'ari was vacant, with no Sith stepping forward yet to fill the void, everything seemed to feel absolute. It was as if a thorn had been plucked with the death of their former Lord of Victory.

The time was now.

“Everything of significance is the result of conquest.”

"I've felt it too," spoke the fluttering cerulean image of Darth Voyance. The digital reconstruction of her voice that played through the holoterminal relay reverberated off the vast and empty walls of the Kabal chamber. Beneath her digital projection stood a golden-haired Darth Avernus, clad in simple dark robes rather than the usual ostentation.

"A knot untied within our fate. The feeling of freedom it evokes is intoxicating, isn't it?" Avernus was quick to assert his own interpretation.

"A subtle augury, that is certain. Let us have faith that such a feeling is not an omen."

"It is not a portentous premonition, Voyance. This is the sign we've been waiting for," he declared. How could an omen feel so pure?

"I do not completely share in your optimism, Avernus," she rebuked sternly. "However, I have faith that you would not act were the time not right." A statement of admitted confidence, yet still her demeanor remained cold.

Avernus grinned, his arms crossing in a smug fashion. "You know me so well, Pythia." The flirtatious reply was laced with not-so-subtle undertones of a power move. He wasn't going to let her forget who was pulling the strings now, for better or worse. It was her decision, after all.

The projection sported a deadpan stare that lingered during a palpable pause in conversation. It was far from a sign for reciprocation, but the smug look on Avernus' face didn't waver, meeting her unenthused glare in full confidence.

"You must gather the Kab-"

"Already done."

"Splendid," she replied with a faint tone of sarcasm. "I will be watching."

"Of course. Tsikyatas Qyâsik Nûsk."

The transmission ended, and the sapphire projection of Voyance flickered out of sight.

Avernus' grin immediately faded into a resting scowl. With a wave of his hand, two halves of a circular surface began to slide over the top of the holoterminal, closing to emulate a table. Slots on the floor that surrounded the table hissed apart, revealing dark voids beyond from which chairs slowly began to rise. What remained of the Kabal, along with a handful of others had been summoned to this chamber. Avernus had acted upon the premonition well before Voyance was consulted on the matter. For as long as she remained in exile, her purpose was little more than counsel. He didn't imagine she was oblivious to her lack of control, but for now, the water ran much deeper than she was privy to.

Five throne-like seats finished their ascension, each of them being flanked on either side with two, much smaller seats. Mimicking the Throne of the Sith, the larger accommodations were reserved for those who sat on the Kabal, the highest echelon of the order. Avernus seated himself at the head, facing himself towards the large doors that cut the chamber from the rest of the Praxeum. In the dead silence of the hall, Avernus closed his eyes and waited. In deep meditation, he reveled in circumstance, and in the vague reverberation through the dark side that had birthed this very meeting.

Everything was slowly falling into place.

Darth Vinaze · Jun 22, 2020

Kabal Chambers, The Dark Praxeum, Space
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Avernus Inon

Darth Sinestruss Atlas Kane

Octavius Bellator

Derleth had not imagined he would return to the Dark Praxeum. It's whereabouts had been unbeknownst to him for some time, almost since the beginning of the Civil War. He had also lost contact with a number of other lords. Some had chosen to fight alongside the New Imperial Order, who Derleth saw as only marginally better than the Zambrano Regime he had left. Some like himself had enjoyed the peaceful isolation as they drifted into obscurity and out of the chaos of the galaxy. He had taken what few artificers the Zuguruk had and led them back to Exegol, where they could find both quiet and darkness to practice their dark arts. Aside from the occasional voyage off-world to secure a new test subject, he assumed he would be living on the dark world indefinitely. He vowed to perfect his art. Until Darth Avernus called upon him.

The Zuguruk, in dwindling numbers but greater power than before, had returned to the Keepers of the Sith Code. Their science may not have been perfected, but their science belonged to the true Sith. Now aboard the gargantuan battle-station of Darth Voyance, he marched to the meeting of the Kabal. He was not one of them, but he was welcomed by them, a gesture he was extremely thankful for.

He entered the large doors, already wide open for the kabal to enter, and took a slight bow towards the Sith lords who had already arrived. He didn't speak a word, as to avoid interrupting the meditation of the Lord of Passion and Opulence. He took his seat just as quietly, in one of the side chairs adjacent to the one reserved for the Lord of the Force.

Tonight would be a historic event, as the the leaders of the True Sith converged once again...

Darth Sinestruss · Jun 23, 2020

Darth Voyance was watching. She was always watching and through her, so did Siqsa Kun, the shadow of the absconded once lord of the Qotsisajakaar. The Sith Pureblood had been lingering in the shadows of one of the great columns that towered above the kabal’s meeting room aboard the Dark Praxeum. Bathed in its long darkness, Siqsa watched and listened. Gilded eyes gleamed from the shadows like binary stars in the void. Her red skin drenched into a darker purple. While her attention was to the conversation her mind was fixated on Darth Avernus. What she knew of him was taught to her by her illusive master. Voyance had shared about Avernus’ talents for weaving into the larger fabric of the galaxy. His methods of infiltration and negotiation gave him unparalleled access to the other powers of the galaxy, unlike the cloistered Sith-Imperial Darth’s busy stewing within the protective bubble of their Imperial ignorance. But, what had fascinated Siqsa was the mention of his pedigree, a Sith Pureblood such as her. Product of long ended genetic alchemy that reproduced their dead species on Athiss.

Siqsa’s eyes narrowed and she pondered the Sith Lord. She too was the product of the reborn lineage of the true Sith, the real Sith, the Pureblood crimson lords of the Stygian Caldera. Her lineage derived from Sith Alchemists of pre-plague origin and the interference of Vong reconstructive trerraforming. Voyance had imparted on her the importance of such symbolic attachments to the Sith Lords of old. To the inheritors of the Sith talents of the Darkside and the Dark Jedi’s teachings which was harness by their mixed descendants into the Code that governed their dark conspiracy. But, what Siqsa saw was a pale human, a body of the species that had come to infest and conquer the galaxy. Siqsa’s spiked tendril brows squeezed together as they inspected Darth Avernus upon the end of his discussion with Voyance.

She took a step out of the shadows. The deep reds of her skin emerged from the receding purple darkness and her long black robes and metallic armored waist bodice shimmered as it was exposed to the chamber’s lights. She marched towards Avernus and presented a low bow, she held her bent posture for a moment as she greeted him.

“I have arrived, Lord Avernus,” her usual cold and sanguine voice slithered from her lips.

“My master bids me to be of service to your plans,” she continued, raising her body back up so that she faced him fully. “We have returned, is what she told me. Our time as come then?”

The entrance of a dark brethren to the chamber made Siqsa slowly turn her head and rest her sights on his entrance. Ashen skin and a long pale hair, Derleth Par she had recalled from her briefings. One recruited by her master in person during the congregation on Ziost. She nodded to him and looked back to Avernus, she strolled across him and stood beside him. She would learn much today. Much that would be used for the coming sacred war of reformation and fire.

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Atlas Kane · Jun 23, 2020

Quinoaquasarstar Base
Kabal Chambers
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Delsin Shaw Inon

A metallic scraping noise echoed through the hall in a tedious pattern. It rang out briefly only to halt abruptly, pausing to announce its return a heartbeat later with a light thud of metal against stone. The rhythm laboured onward uninterrupted. It was precise; it beckoned the mind to lose itself in the monotony. Ever so slowly, it grew louder. Ever so slowly, it grew closer. Until its loneliness expanded to capture another rhythm, the quiet metallic wheeze of air drawn in, then expelled again, slowly and evenly. Together they marked the arrival of the Lord of Power, who, eventually, stepped from beyond the shadows and forced his body past the opened crack in the chamber's massive doors. The chamber's light fell upon his mask, and he forced a hand to obstruct its path so his eyes might keep the comfort of shade.

Yet, the strain remained even after the light lost most of its insistence. Acid bit down on his nerves, the simple act of walking into the chamber had tired him. A part of him wanted to turn and listen to the proceedings from the comfort of dark, in the halls. It struck him as the preferable option to more of that sensation, of that feeling of living. He let out a raspy breath, a disdainful complaint carried out without words against the concept of being forced to carry on.

'How degrading'.

His broken body was dragged into the glow with force of will alone. Every muscle and sinew protested progress. One leg scraped against the floor as it was pulled along by the other. A long, tattered black robe carried the dust his boots left in their wake on its tail-end. His armour had been robbed of any splendour it may have held by countless deep wounds in its metal flesh. The wheezing sound that echoed against his mask had a distinctly forced and mechanical quality. He stood slightly hunched forward on his path to the throne, taking several seconds to climb the few steps and finally find some respite on its stone. His head turned slowly from the pale near-human to Avernus and then to the pureblood. When he'd seen what he needed he let his head fall back against the throne.

Finally allowed rest, he felt the acidic burn seep from his body. He began to let out a deep breath that almost bordered on relief, settling himself on the uncomfortable stone. He closed his eyes and resigned himself to listen.

Delsin Shaw · Jun 23, 2020

Oh the slight fuming anger that could be felt. It was apparent that Kaar was having something on their mind. Something they were not too fond of. Considering the individual known as Vora Kaar would be their Sphere of Strength. The singular person that could completely epitomize the idea of the Sith's religious fanatical like strength. Be it physical, mental, spiritual. While many who were considered quite powerful, they tend to be... brick houses. Large beings that had a girth and a thiccness that one could say, they were an Absolute Unit.

Kaar, was quite opposite of such.

Standing around average height for a human build. Not super muscular, but was clearly well in shape, and fit enough to battle many who came their way. Seeing this rather average looking individual walking down the halls, leading up to the room, fuming with a hatred, walking with a mission with no form of stopping them. Anyone capable of having the gift of Empathy through the force, would easily be able to feel the burning anger as it grew the closer they drew to the doors.

Opened to see two other individuals with another sitting at the head of a table. Waiting for others to join. A Sith Pureblood, and an Umbaran. The white hair was a clear sign of who they were. Secondary to the force and its magnificent capabilities. Gifting the user the ability to sense them through the force. All Powerful individuals by their own right.

The thunderous foot-stomps of Kaar ended just inside the threshold of the room. A rather monotone voice with a metallic ring from the helmet worn. Completely opposing what pure unbridled rage they felt.

"This meeting can only be a sign for our final steps."

Moving to one of the seats, the robed and lightly armored individual seemed to completely change in demeanor. Suddenly careful with every step as they walked to the seat. Standing directly behind it with hands down at their sides. Cocking their head over to Avernus who had been keeping them in the shadows for a little bit of time. Mostly so that their forces could gather and grow without the watchful eye of the Sith Empire, and various newly aligned Jedi Factions of the galactic scale.

"Temias hadzuska zinot fasona nun alkis."

The helmet turning to face the chair. Gently lowering himself into it before resting hands and wrists upon the table. The chair was not... comfortable. An imitation of a Sith Throne, and one that Kaar found needlessly done so. However, this thought would never leave his mind. As much as he wanted to outright state many things that could have been done differently. Most of the time, he was voted against. Sighted for being too emotional and headstrong.

One day, soon, they would see.

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These shadows have made me hunger
Atlas Kane

Darth Vinaze Inon

Avernus · Jun 26, 2020

Where once there were golden rings of Pureblood sith, now lay pristine cerulean oculi, opening slowly when he sensed an approach. Yet unmolested by the influence of the dark, his azure gaze floated over the vermillion eyeful that crept out of obscurity. The curious contortion of her ridged brow was mirrored by an inquisitive expression of his own. Emanations of skepticism and disappointment infested her mental presence, evoking a sinister smile across Avernus' face. She'd expected to see one of her kind, only to be met with what she must have regarded as an inferior form. So young, still clinging to the hostile cultural idealogy they'd each been brought up in. Despite the decades between them, little had changed in their culture, which no doubt meant she had the same naivety that once afflicted a young Avernus. A naivety rooted in the belief that the Sith people were the epitome of perfection. 'Sith' did mean superior in their native tongue, after all.

Kin arrived from between the expanding double doors of the Kabal Chamber, pulling his eyes away from Siqsa and silencing his intended response. Lords of the Kabal and distinguished devotees each approaching the chamber's center. With a quick glance back to the Pureblood he gestured to the smaller seat to his right. Looking back he outstretched his opposite arm, holding them both out in a wordless, grandiose welcoming gesture. Waiting for seats to be taken, his chin moved to rest on the back of his hand. An azure glance followed the Lord of Power dragging his vessel haggardly through the chamber. The gravely, rattling respiration that his withered puppet exuded before being seated only served to add to his menace. Lord of Strength didn't share the anguished and lamenting presence that the Lord of Power did. Strength seemed to have anger-driven, yet eager confidence about him. The diverse range of anguish was rather pleasing to the conscious senses.

He waited for them all to seat themselves before he acknowledged any of their questions or statements. "Yes, Tyûk'ari Karr, the path for our final steps had revealed itself to me. I know I am not the one one who has felt it. Voyance and I admittedly had some conflict in our interpretations, but we are in agreement that the time is now. I'm sure a great many of you feel extraordinarily eager to take our fight to the Sith Empire, but as it stands currently with the New-Imperial victory over Mygeeto and Muunilinst, the initial phases of that crusade or being taken care of unknowingly on our behalf. An adjustment to our current course of action has been a long time coming. Slowly, surely, I've set the seeds in place for us to focus, albeit temporarily on another foe. The Galactic Alliance." Eyes scanned the Kabal chamber for inklings of approval, disapproval, or anything between. He'd wait to explain the plan for when reluctance or doubt was voiced. Without proper context, it either sounded an odd, or completely ludicrous decision to make. Avernus wasn't so infected with hubris to believe everyone had blind and unquestioning faith in him.

The Kabal could now claim the floor.

Darth Sinestruss Atlas Kane Inon

Delsin Shaw · Jun 26, 2020

As so it was.

Staying still to such a degree, Kaar could only continue to listen as Avernus spoke of the New Imperial Order being the sect of the Empire that has splintered, and waged war openly against the Sith Empire under the Emperor. However, as it seemed with all things, the mere mention of a secondary focus was that of the Galactic Alliance. The newly reformed individuals who were rather quickly, growing in power.

The confusion from this individual was clear with a tilt of the helmet. A section of the Lord of None wanted to completely question everything that this Kabal member had done. Sporting the idea that the Sith, should strike out at the Galactic Alliance. Many thoughts flooded this man. It was not out of sight that Darth Avernus did have connections with the New Imperial Order. Secondly, was the connection to other Sith. Was this a possible play for the Sith to create a False flag operation? Or was this a two pronged idea. Attacking the Galactic Alliance to keep them on their toes, while the New Imperial Order would deal with the Sith-Imperials?

Questions of this motive continued further. Were not some of the Galactic Alliance Allying with the New Imperial Order? Should we strike at the Galactic Alliance, would the Imperials not aid them? or would this be more of a "personal dispute" in where the strings pulled, would prevent this action?

"Plans and secrets Avernus. You have them, and they need to be divulged."

While the Lord of Strength sought many facets of such naming, It needed to be used correctly. Throwing it randomly within the wall, seeing if it would stick, would be a waste of strength and ability. Hands, that were simply resting on the table moved to be folded across the lords chest. Leaning back into the "throne"

"The Galactic Alliance have not yet garnered our attention other than their gathering. Their focus has been attacking the Sith Empire just as the Imperial order has. Removing them from one front to contend with our forces would not be something we could accomplish without a considerable setback."

Avernus Atlas Kane Inon

Vella Forte · Jun 27, 2020

// Unknown Regions // The Dark Praxeum // Kabal Chamber //

Avernus //

Delsin Shaw // Atlas Kane //

Darth Sinestruss //

Darth Vinaze // Inon

This was not a collection of Embers, gathering to create a flame in the name of Destruction. But it was the spark of something. The darkness had whispered, and the cultist with a newfound ear had listened.

It had drawn her to the dark pyramid, where a collection of souls gathered to boast their prowess in the darkness. So many words. A dark brow arched at the collection. As many words as there were, the ratio of masks was also high. One looked as though they wouldn't make it out alive. A smirk cracked her lips at the misfortune. They donned titles of Lords, and the lady had expressed herself only as Knight Forte, Bladeborn of Vahl.

The notion of turning on a faction that had such an unapologetic attachment to the light side of the Force, using Jedi as tools, elected little disfavour from the pale cultist. If there was one thing she preferred about her tenure with The Empire, to the freedom that came with the New Imperials, it was the intolerance of Jedi. Kill the Jedi. One of the Knight's premiere focuses in her myopic life. Until such a delicious suggestion had been voiced, she'd only kept her hands on the back of the seat. Now, she was more committed. Slowly, the woman in black slid into the vacant seat.

A pleased, low hiss in the shape of an encouraging yes was trapped behind her teeth. Her history of mystique, hunting and sewing disdain fuelled her curiosity at the suggestion of doubling down their antagonistic intentions. This is not a seat, nor an opportunity, The Empire would have yielded to her. And back then, she wouldn't have known how to take it.

Other than the required introductions she'd already delivered to their golden-haired host, she spoke up: "Yes, please indulge more on these planted seeds." What was the expected timeline of the harvest?

Darth Vinaze · Jun 27, 2020

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Derleth shifted in his seat at the mention of the Galactic Alliance. He had kept to himself about it, but Derleth was a supporter of the aid given by the alliance. It would be foolish now to attack them and risk the success of Carnifex's Empire. For once in eons, the Jedi and the Sith fought against a common foe, even if they were unaware of it. For once they were distracted from trying to interlope in Sith machinations. The Jedi had always existed, and likely always would, so in Derleth's mind there was no rush. If they wished to beat themselves again the Sith-Imperial army than they were more than welcome to.

When Lord Kaar and Knight Forte spoke up, Derleth sat forward, intrigued. It was always the way of the Sith to lie and deceive not just their enemies but each other. However, it would do no good among them now. The longer Avernus withheld his master plans, the longer they would take to complete. After all, Avernus was one man. A powerful man albeit, but no one was without shortcomings. In fact, this Darth Avernus was not the same man he had met on Ziost when this order was founded, but perhaps a successor bearing the name like a title. Derleth would not speak out against the man, but when the time came would stand in silent solidarity with those he saw fit to lead. He hoped a time like that would never come, and that Avernus would see that sharing his burdens with the Dark Kabal was necessary.

He leaned back, intent on hearing the Lord of Passion's response and, more so, his intentions with the Jedi...

Avernus · Jun 30, 2020

As expected, reactions were varied from individual to individual. Outward and vocal feedback, hushed murmurs, and shifting glances had made the mixed feelings apparent enough from the outside. Their thoughts told the same story as an emulsified sea of excitement, reluctance, defiance, and doubt flooded the air like a thick fog, caressing the outer precipice of Avernus's empathic psyche like the first sip of savory indulgence. The far corners of his mouth began to reach for his ears, contorting into a small, pleased smile. His eyes scanned over those assembled, gracing those who spoke up with a small linger within his gaze, wordlessly acknowledging them.

Vora Kaar said:
"Plans and secrets Avernus. You have them, and they need to be divulged."

Vella Forte said:
"Yes, please indulge more on these planted seeds."

Vora Kaar said:
"The Galactic Alliance have not yet garnered our attention other than their gathering. Their focus has been attacking the Sith Empire just as the Imperial order has. Removing them from one front to contend with our forces would not be something we could accomplish without a considerable setback."

A hand leisurely raised as if to not only insist silence but perhaps to act as some kind of reassuring gesture. "Our relationship with the New-Imperials entirely unsustainable. For now, they continue to fund and aid us as we hide in the shadows, knowing that we are a 'useful' ally against our common enemy in the Sith Empire. When the Sith Empire falls, or the New-Imperials fail, we will for all intents and purposes be on our own. I wouldn't doubt the New-Imperials would turn on us the moment the Sith Empire was defeated." Avernus paused for a moment, looking to each of the attendees.

"So you must be thinking; 'Why is the Galatic Alliance relevant to this?' Or, more specifically, why are the Jedi relevant to this? The Galatic Alliance is growing in power, but the pieces of the Republic and the Grayson Imperium are-" Avernus's fingers locked together. He pulled them in an out in a mashing gesture. "-still melding. Quite beautifully, actually, at least from my observation. The New Jedi Order is beginning to fill the role of a glue. A beacon of hope and unity that will unite them all together with a grandiose facade of hope. Were their fledgling order to take a significant loss, or otherwise be unable to handle a threat presented, the unrest it would instill might eventually spiral into instability, given that the threat is great enough."

"A full-scale assault on Alliance space is grossly impractical, of course. This isn't a clenched fist plan with tones of domination and might. Rather, a precise and delicate plan, much beneath a full-scale military engagement. That isn't to say we won't be shedding blood, but that we'd be doing it on the scale of insurgents rather than admirals." He could already feel the skepticism beginning to kindle. Doubt climbing from beneath, and over the obliging curiosity. "Crushing their citizen's faith in the Jedi, and instilling just enough terror to sow unrest will only get us so far. That's where the New-Imperials come in to play right into our hands. They're known as Imperials for a reason, no? They ally themselves with the alliance against a common enemy, much as they do with us, except publically. But as is the case with us, without the Sith Empire, there is little common ground that will bind them as allies."

"Should we execute our part correctly, there is no doubt in my mind the New-Imperials will jump at the opportunity to seize the assets and territory of the Alliance once they spot significant weakness.

Irveric Tavlar is a brilliant man, truly, and I doubt a coup will see them spread too thinly. He'd frankly be a fool if he didn't seek to double in size to increase his chances against his enemies. I can assure you, the Sovereign Imperator is far from a fool. When the two become one," Avernus grinned, pausing once again and locking his hands together in front of him, elbows resting on either arm of his chair. "A coup of our own. One that has been long in the making."

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Delsin Shaw · Jul 2, 2020

This was quite the change. This proposed plan of the Sphere of Passion wanted to attack the Galactic Alliance. There was a part of the Sith Lord that seemed to be... quite presumptuous of what the Lord Imperator would do given the chance. The aspect of the New Imperial Order, seeking to cleanse not just the Sith Empire, but any remains of it, splinters, or even a singular individual. They were imperials as he stated. This allied nation of the Jedi, and Imperial Knights was a strange one. However, seeing that they would influence one another to take out not just the Sith that were against them, but any that breathed the code of the Religious aspects, would be slaughtered like the myth of Darth Vader and the Jedi.

Hunted down and slaughtered upon a singular order.

The plight of an almost terrorist like action taken against the Jedi to instill fear to the general populace was one that can be accomplished easily in theory. In practice, it may be difficult. Killing random civilians of their populace would not do the trick. No, it had to be important figures. Slowly, the anger and annoyance in Vora grew as the lords thoughts swirled round, and round.

"You speak in riddles. While the Galactic Alliance and New Imperial Order are allied, fighting them may only strengthen their resolve. Seeing that Sith are attacking at home, reaching out to the the Alliance when they are not at the doorstep of this "Rule of Order" bullchit."

Avernus knew there would be doubt among some of them. Vora was one such. While the effort of attacking a force could bring them down, instigating them, may only strengthen them. Much is the way with the practice of Dun Moch. A form of Combat that goes in tandem with physical capabilities. Instilling doubt, fear, hatred in an enemy so that they take a false step, mess up, or otherwise fail in their objective. However, many, MANY times in the past, it didn't instill these emotions. Instead, it strengthened their resolve and ended with the practitioners death. This was a gamble. Avernus knew this, and was attempting to sell it as an almost certainty.

Unfolding of the almost flesh tight bodyglove covered in robes, one arm resting on the massive table, while the other had the elbow almost slammed down with an open hand indicating the Lord.

"You expect, An Imperial who had once sided with the Sith Imperials, to turn on the Galactic Alliance should they lose ground. I do understand humans are creatures of habit. However, relying upon a singular man to command an entire Galactic Power to turn upon another one simply because we smack up the Jedi, is a bit much."

The open hand palmed the helmet. Removing the cowl as though the Lord was running a hand through their hair. Much akin to an action to release stress. Falling upon the blackened shoulders, The index and middle finger pressed upon the helmet gently near the area where a temple would be upon the skull.

"It doesn't take a blind man to see I am displeased with this plan of action. However, indulge me Lord of Passion. What is this proposed plan of attack you have in mind to produce these effects? It clearly cannot be only targeted at this New Jedi Order. That is quick and easy. Any fool could see it doesn't make the People distrust the Jedi. Only makes it seem we seek them, and them alone. You plan to attack not just their temple, but the capitol off their temple. The surrounding area. Enough to get in, do some damage, and get out yes?"

The Sphere talked out the thoughts rummaging within their mind outloud. As though anyone was having the same train of thought, and would be able to follow the individual well known for hiding their own visage. On top of the anger management issues.

"No, Avernus. You are looking to us to show up in force, to have a potential False Flag operation, make the Galactic Alliance angry at the New Imperial Order that they couldn't control this Sith-Imperial Civil War. It is only when the time is right to usurp, that we will make ourselves known. While this may be a side effect of such actions, Be it actually revealing ourselves, or acting in the name of this Zambrano Sith Empire, the purpose is to make the two galactic powers to turn their head upon each other should either side win or lose."

Just a shake of the head as the lightly armored individual sat up straight in the chair.

"I knew you to be the Sphere of Passion. Not the Sphere of Spice being snuffed.... I am skeptical, but accept it."

Vella Forte Atlas Kane Inon

Atlas Kane · Jul 2, 2020

Following Passion's speech, what remained of Atlas' mortal vessel stirred to shift his glance to the Lord of Strength. The radiant orange of his eyes was barely visible beneath the mask's visor. His head needed to tilt slightly to allow them to settle on their new focus. That simple act already seemed to be an exertion for the Lord of Power, who let out a wheezing grunt.

He felt numbness crawl up his spine. For a moment, he considered succumbing to its embrace. The absence of any feeling would be refreshing, a rare relief from the torment of the mortal coil. But Passion's words had intrigued him. He had made up his mind to listen on.

Strength's energy was palpable as each of his words nearly dripped with anger as he spat them forth. Words that challenged Lord Passion boldly and openly. His sentences did not lack spine and, even as he sat down to voice his mocking approval of the proposed plan, he resigned as an equal, not a sycophant.

A faint ember sparked within the corpse-like remains of Atlas' shell. He felt the corner of his lips twitch into a smirk. The younger Sith's emotions had ignited an emotion he had long thought dead. Ambition burned in his eyes again, and he crowed a harsh laugh into the chamber.

The echo nestled itself into the silence for a few heartbeats before he deigned himself to speak. In those moments he broke the idleness that had chained him to the spine of his chair, shifting his weight forward and catching himself on the table. His form now hunched over the table, supporting itself on a forearm and a palm whose attached limb presented a shaky pillar for its body.

"I am in accord with Kaar, Avernus," his voice was tattered and husky, "but I think our young Strength concerns himself with the pretender Empire and their worldly foes too much. The enemy of the Sith are not the backworlders currently calling the Stygian Caldera their home, nor are they the New Imperial Order or even the Galactic Alliance. It's the Jedi, it's hope, the Light, that we must plunge our daggers into. Let lesser men squabble over material possessions, our triumph lies beyond what they could ever hope to find in them."

The Jedi were igniting the galaxy's centre with hope, bringing Light into a place of darkness and despair once more. This flame would be best snuffed out early, lest it consumes the galaxy's hearts and minds in earnest. Let them instead serve as kindling for a pyre of their own making.

Darth Sinestruss · Jul 2, 2020

“Slowly, surely, I've set the seeds in place for us to focus, albeit temporarily on another foe. The Galactic Alliance,” Darth Avernus announced.

Siqsa had remained standing during Darth Avernus’ proclamation of the Order’s new target. She did not take a set a the Kabal’s table, she was not a Lord, nor was she a shadow master of its machinations. She was a weapon, loaned to them by Darth Voyance. She watched the reactions of the Kabal Lords, while hiding her own. Her red gloved hand pressed against the Sith Talisman that choked her neck with its gilded serpentine body. ‘Was she watching this?’ Siqsa wondered. The talisman spoke to her, it spoke in the clairvoyant whispers of Voyance, she was always watching.

Yet, Siqsa pondered what her master’s reaction would be. The Order had been formed to strike down the bloated Rule of Order and the Zambrano hegemony that stagnated the Sith. The Jedi were the ultimate enemy, but, such a weak Order would never full come to realize its destruction. That is why Voyance set about the motions that brewed the wars of the Imperials and the Sith, and the formation of the Qotsisajakaar. Perhaps this was part of her training. She too must learn the language of deception and war. Spoken in future tenses, always grasping at the elucidation of strategic divination.

"The Galactic Alliance have not yet garnered our attention other than their gathering. Their focus has been attacking the Sith Empire just as the Imperial order has. Removing them from one front to contend with our forces would not be something we could accomplish without a considerable setback,” replied Vora Kaar.

The Lord of Strength, dark master of the Sphere of Strength in the Sith Code, was first to make his protestations. And such were correct. The momentum was with the New Imperial Order and their war to cleave the Sith Empire in two, allowing for the disease of collapse to infect the wound created along the Braxant Run. Siqsa rested her golden eyes on the master of Strength, Lord Vora Kaar. She had little information about Lord Kaar. Her master provided slim details. But, the Lord had made a crucial point. The Order was surrounded by enemies, both present and potential. Why disturb their resource cannibalizing wars to get involved?

Siqsa’s hand rose from the talisman to her face were she slowly caressed the brow tendril spike above her eye. A pensive tic she had developed long ago on Athiss when she studied the Dark Side under teachers of the Old Ways of the Sith. Her mind squirmed, if only she had the sight of her master Voyance. She smirked and then killed the show of emotion by flattening her dark ruby lips. While she tried to divine the meaning, Darth Avernus made his goals clearer and divulged what was to be the new operational doctrine of the Order.

“Our relationship with the New-Imperials entirely unsustainable…"So you must be thinking; 'Why is the Galatic Alliance relevant to this?' Or, more specifically, why are the Jedi relevant to this?... The New Jedi Order is beginning to fill the role of a glue. A beacon of hope and unity that will unite them all together with a grandiose facade of hope…Were their fledgling order to take a significant loss, or otherwise be unable to handle a threat presented, the unrest it would instill might eventually spiral into instability…Crushing their citizen's faith in the Jedi, and instilling just enough terror to sow unrest will only get us so far. That's where the New-Imperials come in to play right into our hands,” said Avernus.

Siqsa brows rose and her hand released from its caressing, it came down and met with the other was her arms crossed at her chest. Her eyes narrowed and looked out into the cavernous ceiling of the Kabal chamber. As she gazed out she heard the protests of Kaar, an attack would make the Jedi and Imperial close ranks and heighten their crusade to wipe out the Sith. While the mysterious cryptid Sith Atlus Kane had made the observation, that any attack would have to strike the core of the Jedi’s power – the illusion of their hope as stabilizing powers in the galaxy.

The Sith Pureblood’s eyes snapped back down and she spoke softly but with a venom that slithered into the space between the gathered Kabal lords.

“The Jedi,” she hissed.

Stepping forward she unraveled her arms and strolled closer, walking to stand behind Darth Avernus’ seat.

“They shall fill the vacuum of power that is to come,” she continued. “They seek to assume the role that was robbed of them after the One Sith demolished the old Jedi Order of the Galactic Republic.”

“Not even since the days of the Silvers and the Galactic Alliance of Sullust, have the Jedi reclaimed their status as ‘benevolent’ keepers of order in the galaxy. The New Imperials will crush the Empire, and the Silver Jedi shall rot into dysfunction once more. And in that opening this New Jedi Order shall claim supremacy as the Order of control. The New Imperials may protest but, they shall protest like soldiers do, short sighted and festooned to their codes of war.”

“Lord Avernus has provided a key insight. We most strike at this growing more dangerous threat before it can mature into the obstacles of old,” Siqsa said.

She stepped forward cautiously, presenting one of her red hands and pressing her fingers together to from the silhouette of a dagger.

“I am an assassin, a Sith of the shadows. That is what my master Darth Voyance has bid me to become. So any wisdom I can contribute to your deliberations my Lords, is done so from my vantage as a dweller of darkness and silent death,” Siqsa said.

“If we are to strike the Jedi it should be done so from the shadows, in the confusion of the Alliance’s growing pains and if need be in disguise as someone else’s blade.”

“There is a weakness in the Alliance’s political college, a Senator (

Maou ) who has great potential in the darkside. My master had once contacted him and she had done so again, through me. This Senator and his political career may come to serve our purposes as well as his own.”

“I am at your disposal. While grand strategy is being executed, I may be sent ahead to blend into the corners of the Alliance and cause havoc that may expose the Jedi’s false grasp on the mantle of the Old Jedi Order’s former glories.”

Vella Forte

Darth Vinaze Inon

Vella Forte · Jul 3, 2020

Unstable relationships were called out immediately. And there was some level of appreciation in that –– between those gathered here in this room, and The Sith at the helm of the dark Empire...what was the difference to the uneducated eye other than the direction they charged on the battlefield? None.

Jedi were a heretical cancer. They were loud and obnoxious and touted far too much public affection to be ripped from their pedestal so publicly. A reality both the Lord of Strength and the crimson-skinned assassin latched onto quickly.

There were no objections from the isolated Vahla to any of the schemes. The Silver Jedi Order were a disorganized mess, a fallacy of blithering do-gooders. The New Jedi Order had warriors at their helm, and had dragged whichever allies they seemed to attach themselves alongside to victory. Should they gain too much momentum...the room was right. Infancy was a good time to strike, less they grow powerful and aged enough to collapse on themselves.

She gave an indicative tilt of her head in the direction of the ruby-skinned woman who suggested she might take the task of blending in within the borders of The Alliance and infiltrate the senate. Her scarlet constitution a foreign sight within the core and a declarative red flag if ever she saw one.

"If we want to influence the basic common denominator to turn against their heroic Jedi, we'll have to parallel their efforts with our own, lest the galaxy turn on Force users altogether."

Which would probably mean not killing Jedi in public, as the assassin had noted. Vella scowled despite herself –– but quickly resolved the frustration in her own mind. The Goddess would see the fruits of her labours, that was all she needed. The retribution on the followers of the Ashla that had slain her people centuries ago would serve enough sacrifice.

"What happens if and when this succeeds? The Galactic Alliance crumbles, The Sith Empire is devastated, The New Imperial Order and it's loyalists fold in on themselves to yet another schism brought on by ou..your schemes..Do we continue to gather on this floating pyramid and discuss toppling another uprising government?"

Avernus // Atlas Kane //

Darth Sinestruss //

Delsin Shaw //