Chronicles of the Void - Act I [Alliance v.s. Primeval, Ft. TU]

[Boethiah]

"What do we know about them?"

A man shook his head, looking down and sighed. "Not much, really... A bunch of zealots and murders who mostly stick to themselves."

His companion raised her eye, providing a puzzled gaze. "Mostly?"

"Well, they've defeated the Mandalorians at Wayland... Cutting through half of their territory in the process. Then they've conquered Ziost, fighting those whose sole purpose is to eradicate Sith." He couldn't believe it himself, really, but the results were there. That much was true.

"Then this is the right call, let's go." A small freighter made the jump to hyperspace along the Braxant run; its destination? Bastion.

Within the Imperial Palace located in the center of Ravelin city, Anja Aj'Rou and her advisors awaited reports from their Sith allies on Republic movements in the upcoming confrontation between the two powers. So far the Primeval have only played a minimal role in this war, but now that they've solidly pushed back the Mandalorian and Silver Jedi threat, their own forces were within striking distance of a Republic world.

"Your Worship!" Running footsteps grew louder as a messenger approached, the panting Zabrak rushed as fast as he could; clearly this wasn't typical news. The man didn't even wait to hear if the Host Lord would accept his audience. "You need to hear this..." Anja nodded, dismissing her court so that the two could speak privately. Their conversation was long and soon afternoon turned to dusk, and finally when the sun set the man left her hall. Rising from the throne of fallen emperors, Anja walked past the many pillars and towards her approaching courtiers.

"Assemble as many men as we can, I want a Cathedral ready for a long journey... Summon the Warlords, the Seekers; anyone who will answer my call. Put the two Sith aboard my ship." She was referring to the two who had brought her information about something valuable. An artifact that she had been searching for in her last seven years had been discovered far from Primeval space. Their destination is Roon, capital of the Techno Union. "Send a message to the Techno Union Foreman, I seek a meeting with the Executive Board about a matter of the utmost importance." Without hesitation, her advisors scrambled to summon her forces and send word to the Techno Union.

...A week has passed...

Aboard a Cathedral-class Battleship, Anja awaited the final arrival of her forces and was ready to address the more important ones on the matter of their mission.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Raziel"] | [member="Damien Daemon"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="50H31"] | [member="Naga Itesak"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="The Traveler"] | [member="Felista Rakk"] | [member="Orkamaat"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Grimoire "]| [member="Elijah Rekali"] | [member="Kadri Ughad"] | [member="Mikkel Markov"] | [member="Jun Nez"] | The Primeval / Techno Union

 

[Rapax]

Naga entered the throne room of this ship, He looked around the area being his first time in this flying cathedral. He bowed to [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] when he entered, He knew he was standing before one of the primes highest members if not the head of the prime it self and he was not about to dis respect this faction that he himself is apart of, After his bow he waited for the others to arrive he knew there would possibly be more seekers and he was interested in seeing how large the seekers have become. He only hoped that he could live up to expectations.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Of course he would answer her summons, his interest and inclusion in the Primeval was too deep for him to ignore such an urgent meeting. His own personal warship, the Black Iron Tyrant, dropped out of hyperspace at the designated meeting point. A single shuttle flanked by Imperial fighters soared out from the warship's ventral hanger bay on a trajectory for the Cathedral's own hanger, all the while transmitting the correct clearance codes to gain access to the ship. The shuttle slowly eased it's way into the hanger, rotated a couple of degrees and then slowly lowered itself to the ground as landing gear extended to kiss the floor. The boarding ramp opened with a hiss of hydraulics, and from the darkened confines of the vessel emerged a being clad in ornate black armor shrouded by a cloak of violet silk. A wicked-looking lightsaber hung passively from his waist. He was flanked by two guardsmen clad in golden armor, both wielding tall saber-pikes that rapped against the floor like canes with each step.

The doors leading to the throne chamber opened up before him and he entered alone, his guards waited outside still and silent as statues. He pulled his hood back to reveal features made scarred and ugly by obscene amounts of combat and Dark Side degradation, his eyes burning coals of yellow and crimson that bore reverently into [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] as he greeted her with a bow of respect.

"You called for me, Host Lord?" said Darth Vornskr, Voice of the Dark Lord of the One Sith and envoy to the Primeval.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Roon

Princess Thai Kallisto was visiting Roon on some routine business with Duros merchants who regularly purchased some of the more exclusive gems from the Kallisto Mining Company. This was the kind of trip that she would have normally done through virtual means from the Crystal Palace on Isis. But unbeknownst to the merchants, or even the government of Roon, the Princess was here for a different reason: to scout out any existing Roonstone caches in the Roon Sea.

“I prefer to think of us not as pirates, but as precious stone experts,” she said to Napo, her Gutretee assistant as they rode together in a speeder limousine on their way to a harbor where, accompanied by thirty of her most able and well-armored Palace Guards, were to board a boat for a “diving expedition.” They were not diving to sightsee exotic aquatic life, coral or even a ship wreck or two. They would be using specialized sensor equipment brought from the Kallisto Mining Company in order to locate the Roonstones. And then they would send divers down to extract the precious cargo.

“Who needs a mining permit, when we have such a wonderful diving teacher?” said the Princess, nodding slyly at her most trusted Mining Foreman from Isis, who was indeed posing today as the Royal Diving Instructor.

But as they grew closer, the speeder gliding along a picturesque lane by the Roon Sea, Thais Kallisto noticed, to her dismay, that the government of Roon - backed up by the Techno Union and their love of paperwork, laws and order - were in fact checking each and every ship for a permit… even small fishing boats.

[member="Token Waters"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[50H31]

Five-oh had been asked to show up at this cathedral ship for a planning meeting. He was uncertain of what was to occur next, but it was time. The omen had been right, and a true prophet did not deny a request for aid from another student of the universe. He looked to [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], the self-proclaimed Host Lord. She was quite the dangerous one. Why would he ally with these madmen? That was a question several of the other acolytes would ask him at times. But the truth was, they would permit him to continue his ascendance, and his divine apotheosis. They would tolerate his unorthodox views as esoteric lore instead of heresy, such as the Sith or Jedi might.



He nodded to the men and women surrounding him. "Greetings to you all," he said gently.. "I could not receive much in the ways of communication, save the need for arms. I trust the situation can be clarified presently?" Only a half-truth, as he was fairly certain of what was occurring. He knew a war party when he saw one. The question wasn't what they were doing, but whom they were doing it to and why.War was part of the evolution, conflict a portion of discovery. The joys of true adventure.

 

[Brooke Waters]

Even Token had been contacted for this. Sure, her cousin was the former Foreman of the Techno Union, and that meant she could get the Host Lord an audience, but was that the only reason the Urban Witch was called? She had her armor on, and a bit less of the bright-eyed look. She was a bit more mission focused. A new group was out in the galaxy? Token wasn’t one for war, but she was one for protecting her own. And that meant helping Anja with contacting people on Roon?

She had sent communications out to the world, to see who would be answering. She was hoping to hear from Mente, or [member="Gerion Ardik"], but she wasn’t sure. Waiting to hear from the office of the Foreman, she was half expecting the Royal Family of Roon, [member="Thais Kallisto"] and the like to answer the call. She had a few contacts in the Obsidian Order, and would be working to establish that, seeing if she could reach members of Net Bha’lir, like [member="Seto Du Couteau"] or Net Taozin, like @Raziel.

It would be a bit before they got there, but they were broadcasting to get in touch.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Triss]

As an Arbiter of Holy court of Bastion, Shadowmane would follow the Host Lord suit. Half-way between a bodyguard and an adjutant, Einar was the perfect specimen of solider in the service of the Rift. Unlike many members of the Primeval, he was pure at heart, uncorrupted by the earthly temptations that so easily carved clefts in the souls of men. He had no other possessions but the leather breastplate Aj'Rou had comissioned for him, together with an arcane blade forged in the tradition of Fel dynasty. The Valkyri came into the Primeval barren like the most desolate landscapes of Ryloth, without a single possession he could call his own. Yet the Host Lord found in his purpose, giving him the banner of the Primeval, to hold it high. There was deep gratitude in him, unspoken but everpresent; Einar's life had become a sole act of service to the throne. His piety would redefine devotion as such, his valor would mold what would become the Primeval exemplar.

The Valkyri were a traditionalist race that detested technology; prolongued space-faring was taking a heavy toll on Einar's intricate biorhythm. He was used to sleeping outside, where the first rays of the sun woke him up in the dawn and the light of stars lulled him to sleep. Also, he couldn't bare to be contained amidst four walls, no matter how vast the Cathedral was. Einar felt caged and grew a little more nervous with every passing day.

An Arbiter's place was always two steps behind the Host Lord, serving as a sort of barrier between the entourage of advisors and her Holiness. Her back was turned to him at all times, with Shadowmane being ready to step into the trajectory of a potential blade of a traitor swooping in from the back. The Valkyri stood there at all times, leaving only if she explicitly dismissed him. This time was no different. Clad in a dark cape and an ornate leather breastplate with Primeval sigil, Einar stood two feet behind the regent of Bastion, silent like a statue. One hand gripped the pommel of the hilt firmly, signifying readiness to slay if the Host Lord would will it.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Like a hound, Enoch trailed behind the steps of his father, [member="Darth Vornskr"]. After the Dark Lord and his two gaurds, Emperor knows why he needs them, the boy would follow behind, his eyes scanning around. It wasn't often him and his father...did things together. Needless to say, they weren't the traditional family unit. Constantly, Enoch was about thirty yards behind his father, his lanky steps carrying him where he needed to go. It was an odd sight. A massive black figure, trailed by two glamorous guards, which were in turn trailed by a scrappy looking young man. It was almost as if he was a dog, knowing that if he followed, he would more than survive off the scraps they left for him.

As Vornskr went to enter the palace, Enoch would pick up his pace. Still, he remained behind his father, not saying a word. As Kaine bowed, Enoch would drop to one knee, slightly bowing his head. When on his own, this would be a rare sight indeed, but Enoch knew how to play the game. When Vornskr pulled back his hood, Enoch gulped. Sure, he'd seen the man's disfigured face before, but every single time, it just...creeped him out.

Enoch would remain silent at the Tyrant of Panatha and the Host Lord spoke.

 

[Darth Grimoire]

Grimoire had been given a great honor. Singled out by the Host Lord herself, she was given the command to be the Host's personal attache and by extension of the experience to come - her apprentice for the duration of her ambitions. From the very beginning Grimoire was present at the gathering. Standing like a dark statue she flanked the Host Lord's throne inside the main chambers of the Cathedral-Class ship. Long black hair with red eyes were bordered by a high collared black tunic that ran down to the length of her feet splitting at the space between her legs into two separate flaps.

She watched a Sith Lord of repute enter, [member="Darth Vornskr"]. Her mother had mentioned of him on several occasions. Old dark comrades during the days of Moridin's and Ashin's Old Sith Empire. Grimiore cracked a grin at the sight of the infamous butcherer. But, then again her mother was just as bloodied. She locked eyes with the Sith Lord and nodded her head forward in a miniature bow. Then came Sith Acolytes, much like her, students of the dark. She surveyed them each with a dead stare. Red globes rolled about in their sockets judging each. Then a droid entered. Peculiar looking machine but interesting nonetheless. Grimoire's attention then turned to the Host Lord herself. She was indeed, powerful and awesome. This was a grave test she was being placed under, but Grimoire could sense the mood. Sense the contemplation and venomous meditation. This feed Grimoire's most inner appetites. But outwardly she kept her petrified complexion. Emotionless and with lips flattened.

There with the Host Lord, Grimoire watched and waited as the obedient apprentice to the Host Lord she was meant to play.

[member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Enoch Zambrano"] [member="Einar Shadowmane"] [member="Token Waters"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

Two individuals stood at the Host Lord's side. First was [member="Einar Shadowmane"], the Arbiter of Bastion and Anja's personal bodyguard. He was a man whose stature made lesser beings tremble, his gaze put weight on their shoulders, and the swing of his sword arm fell them. He was truly a man inside a beast's body, someone warriors feared and generals respected. Then there was [member="Grimoire "], almost the opposite of Einar she seemed wicked and cunning; a rising sorceress. Although Anja knew little of her, what she did know was that the dark woman's resourcefulness would become beneficial to her in the long run.

Finally it was time to honour those guests who had arrived, [member="Darth Vornskr"] as usual didn't enter the halls with any sign of humility, although his respect to Anja personally was gracious as always. She remembered a time when they first met, a time when he and she brokered an alliance between the One Sith and Primeval. It seemed he had an apprentice as well, one she had yet to be introduced to but certainly would grow to know in time. Then there was [member="Token Waters"], a familiar face within the ranks of her witches and a Riftsinger much like the Host Lord herself. The Siren's song was as dangerous as it was unpredictable, and her relationship with the Starchasers would prove most valuable as always.

There were other faces as well, newer ones to whom she did not recognize save for the droid which she recently met on Lorrd. However; the one whom bowed the moment he entered--their first arrival--was a total stranger, but like the others she was confident that his presence would prove itself worthy in time, they had a grand journey ahead of them. "I wish I had more words to speak, I am deeply humbled by the presence of so many... Our destination is Roon, capital of the Techno Union, where we shall discuss a matter of the utmost importance with the Executive Board." She began.

"The matter involves the discovery of an artifact whose powers could very well tip the scale in favour of the Republic and her allies, an artifact which may allow our enemies to not only crush us, but our allies as well. So it is without need to say that our first priority is to secure this artifact and eradicate those whom discovered it... Even if we do manage to take it from them, survivors would only alert the galaxy of its existence and those who took it." Secrecy was a grave matter in this case, and although strangers were in her presence she had all the faith in the Primeval and its bravest.

[member="Naga Itesak"] | [member="50H31"] | [member="Enoch Zambrano"] | The Primeval

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

S U L L E S T
Sullest Temple
Meditation Room


Jedi Master Erinyes Draclau was a willowy woman. Tall with cerulean skin, wide green eyes that almost dwarfed her entire head. The woman was known for her skills in farseeing, a skill she had trained her former padawan, [member="Jannik Morlandt"] into enhancing his innate natural ability.

It was this ability that would constantly send vibrations, images, and fleeting glimpses of the future to the Shi’ido Princess. Sitting in meditation along with Jedi Knight Adonnai, her daily sessions were slowly beginning to focus on a particular theme.

Her brow would furrow, her oblong head bowing slightly at the mass of pictures and distant voices that would plague her mind. What did it mean? What did the Force have to say about this? What was the purpose?

There were so many questions, many that would make the Jedi Master worry.

There was something out there. A stirring. A pulse that would bring change. Whatever it was, it sent a shiver down her spine and sorrow in her heart.

War would never end, and perhaps, this was just a hint of what was to come.

 

[Crix Meriet]

Location: Roon

Crix sat silently beside [member="Thais Kallisto"]. His hand interlocked in the hand of his longstanding heart throb Toby. He had done his best to hide such affection from the princess, he was after all still in the dog house after his night of drunken debauchery on Muunilinst, his partner that night was dead or down a mine somewhere he couldn't really remember what he'd done with her. Perhaps given his precarious position he should have exocised his discretion and left Toby at home but he was feeling guilty over his drunken antics and he wanted to make it up to Toby. Even if his slave was unaware of his masters transgression. That meant spoiling his Toby and what was better than an underwater adventure.

Crix hadn't told Toby that they weren't there to look at coral, the simple slave wouldn't understand and there was no reason to confuse him. He could assist his lady in illegally mining roonstones and show his love a brand new experience without compromising the slaves innocence. It did seem however that the princess and her assistant felt the need to discuss all too unsubtly their nefarious plan. His Toby might be adorably dim but he would figure out that this wasn't a diving holiday if he listened for long enough. He couldn't let that happen.

"Are you excited darlin'?" He asked his dearest slave whispering into his ear. The slave nodded and Crix smiled, his toby hadn't been able to speak for nearly a decade. It was so very sad. He could therefore hardly hold a conversation with his dearest he would therefore require a more fitting distraction and with the sly glances the princess and her 'Diving instructor' his slavs eyes would need to be distracted as well. Crix lifted his hand up to his slaves face and pulled it into the nape of his neck. "I'm glad, today it is my aim to show you so many wonderful things" That was true, after all roonstones were beautiful, especially when they were obtained illegally.

 

[Armand Temi]

As Princess Kallisto and her entourage exited the speeder, Thais herself being helped out by her handmaiden Janine who carried a parasol over her so her pale skin did not burn from the sun’s bright rays, the two Palace Guards who went towards the rented dive boat first were stopped immediately by Techno Union personnel.

“This doesn’t bode well,” muttered Thais to Crix Meriet, who had done nothing but dote on Toby the entire trip. But even though the Princess was, at times naïve, she was a fast learner. She was not above using Mr. Meriet’s most beloved slave as a way to get a little more out of Crix himself. Therefore, she tolerated Toby’s presence as though he were also a courtier, much to her other attendants’ annoyance.

The Techno Union representatives and the Guards were taking far too long with their conversation, so the Princess pushed her way forward, and in her most demanding voice said, “What is the meaning of this! The Kallisto House is going on a dive and nothing more. Why are we being stopped like common criminals? We are not pirates nor salvagers after all. The Kallisto family has been coming here for years to vacation!”

The lead TU representative looked at Thais warily. He was a Duros, but even his pupiless eyes held a little suspicion at how vehemently the young royal denied that her party was guilty of anything. “Despite your protests, Your Grace, I am here to inform you that the leadership of the Primeval request your presence at an Executive Board summit immediately.”

Princess Kallisto glanced back at Crix Meriet and then turned towards the green-skinned Duros.

“May I ask what for?”

“I am unable to disclose the nature of the summit at this time, but don’t worry. You will be most protected as you make your way there.” He pointed in the direction of a small shuttle, guarded by Hegemonic Automatron’s finest security droid models.

“Get the dive boat ready for when we return,” the Princess ordered her crew. “Mr. Meriet. Toby, you are coming with me. I’m sure I can use your wise council at this mysterious summit,” she sniffed, mildly vexed that she had no idea of the meeting’s topic. Thais didn’t like surprises unless it happened to be an expensive gift or pure-bred stallion on which to ride. Napo and Miss Janine, plus two Palace Guards would also be trailing along as usual.

[member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix had mixed feelings over [member="Thais Kallisto"] 's treatment of Toby, she was respectful to the slave and treated him practically like a courtier. Crix had no complaints over how the princess treated Toby it was what she did to Crix that caused the concern, every time she wanted to keep Crix inline she used Toby , reducing his darling man into a common weapon and he hated it. He would bear it though because it was worth it to keep Toby comfortable and close. He also had to admit that the anger the other attendants exhibited at being held equal to or below a man who was effectively a slave was palpable.

Once the princess and her entourage had exited Crix followed keeping a light hold on Toby's hand. He glanced up and down the harbour as he exited. Upon seeing the soldiers at the end of the pier he had a bad feeling. He patted his pockets and made an exaggerated sigh. "Darn Toby Darlin' I think I dropped my holo-com in the speeder, be a dear and fetch it for me" His slave turned lover smiled and nodded. Having shielded his slave he strode forward to stand beside the princess. she was as concerned as he it seemed. "I concur Your grace nothing good ever came from soldiers"

It seemed that these soldiers were here to direct the royal court to attend some meeting. Nothing major. Then the Princess flew off the handle, calling the odds and making herself look the fool. Crix just stood there tight lipped and subtly amused. Her grace was behaving in a most unattractive fashion and he was quite tempted just to laugh at her. But he didn't he chewed his lip and made not one sound until she demanded he join her "Of Course your majesty, I will be at your side the whole way" he hung around for a moment after the princess had stormed off.

He turned to the guard "Please forgive her Majesty's outburst" He frowned and lent in close "She recently received word that her aunt has died and they were close, she had come here hoping to escape the public eye so she is rather raw at the moment and the news that she is to go to a meeting has affected her deeply, again apologies that you got the sharp end" He stood back smiled then strode off. My god was he the only man of intellect around here.

He strode to catch up with [member="Thais Kallisto"], for a moment he had forgotten he'd sent Toby back to the speeder that was until he felt a hand in his again, then a squeeze that could only be an apology. "Toby" He sighed turning around to see his servants face a look of disappointment on his face "It's ok I found my holo-com, But we can't go diving yet we've been called away" He squeezed Toby's hand back and pulled him over to the shuttle, letting go just as they got there. One woman with knowledge of his weakness was quite enough. He slotted himself down beside Thais "The cheek of some people majesty ... It never ceases to amaze me"

 

[50H31]

[member="Grimoire "][member="Token Waters"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Enoch Zambrano"] [member="Einar Shadowmane"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Naga Itesak"]


The steel man nodded calmly. "Very well. My curioisty is piqued. Let us establish contact with the Union. It has been long since I have seen my old colleagues," he mused gently, extend his hands as if to embrace an unseen sky. "I must acknowledge some a point, though. This artifact you speak of...do we have more information regarding it? Perhaps in what era it comes from? Surely if it is powerful to warrant a response for both us and Techno Union's army," he said with a nod, "It will likely be secured in a rather protected location--complete with technological and force-imbued security measures. We must be prepare for not only resistance from those seeking to acquire the artifact from us, but from those who are still protecting it."



He cocked his head to the side. "My apologies, Host Lord. I do so tend to ramble on about matters of strategy. I guess part of me will always still be a general in mindset," he said, suddenly taking a more contemplative tone. "If we are fortunate, there may be more than just the artifact at our disposal. The sit's historical significance may provide us with missing history of the ares around Roon in centuries past." He chuckled--a strange, tinny sound from the Chrome-plated priest. "Perhaps I may even find some new droid technology applications. Hmmm..." He stared at nothing in particular, standing like a statue on the bridge around the others.


He didn't really know most of his present company. Naga he had worked alongside before, and Anja was a mysterious sort, inscrutable by even organic standards. The tall man in black, followed by multiple guards and another man, was the infamous Darth Vornskr. He had supposedly defeated Voracitos in single combat--not a feat to be chuckled at if the rumors were true. Grimoire, as she coined herself, was yet another unknown to him--an expert in occult lore of the force, supposedly. Impressive to many, but an oddity to the electric prophet. Then there was Waters. He only had a passing recollection of her as a Techno Union affiliate. It would be odd to look at his former commanders in such a light. They likely would not recognize him--after all, of what consequence was a missing droid commander from nearly a decade ago? Still, a part of him wondered who would greet him on Roon. What an odd day.....

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Ominous, to be sure." the Sith Lord said in his boomed voice as he idly scratched his burnt and scarred chin, his eyes sweeping the room from right to left as he took in all of the others who had heeded the Host Lord's call. His other hand absently caressed the lightsaber hilt hitched to the left side of his waist, a weapon that had reaped innumerable souls during the war against the Republic and one that ceaselessly whispered to butcher again. Ah, such thirst was unquenchable, and even Vornskr himself could feel the desire churning in his gut, the hunger to maim and to slaughter. To feel the flesh bruise and tear beneath his grasp, the bone snapping under the pressure of his hate only to be ground to a fine powder by the immense strength he wielded both physically and metaphysically.

But Vornskr knew restraint, and it was second nature to quell his genocidal urges until they became a distant whisper, the cooing of a dark temptress half a world away that seemed so minute to the senses that he shouldn't of been able to pick it up at all. But he could always faintly here it when his mind was blank, and the longer he ignored it the louder it became until he could ignore it no longer, and that was when things died gruesomely.

"Host Lord..." he continued, his expression blank and giving none of his inner monologue away to those present save for a faint glimmer of murder that twinkled through the hate in his yellow eyes. "Is there any more to this artifact? I am not fond of being left in the dark for so long, and if this artifact... this weapon, is as dangerous as you say then it must be something ancient. I am curious to it's nature..."

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

By now the starship had begun its trek as the rest gathered. Anja's gaze turned towards Vornskr, "To put it rather simply, a way to transcend even the force. The artifact contains knowledge on how to merge such power into technology itself on a scale that can arm soldiers." As she stated, that was the simple answer. The truth of the artifact was far too complicated to be explained properly in a conversation, but that explanation alone was enough to give scope to its power.

Certainly such feats have been done in the past, crudely one could put alchemization into this category but on a more appropriate comparison, the Infinite Empire was known to have perfected this art; allowing them to conquer the galaxy thousands of years before the Galactic Empire. In fact most species owed their transcendence into space age civilizations to that very empire.

If the Jedi manage to obtain this power, they could arm their regular soldiers with weapons capable of taking on Sith and other force users in combat. In short; this would turn the tide of war for sure. That was all assuming the artifact remained intact, but that was not a risk the Primeval were willing to take. Her answer to Vornskr also answered the Droid's question, whom she turned her attention to. "All plans will come in time, whether or not the Jedi truly have this artifact is not the only pressing matter. It means that there are threats to our existence that go beyond our conflicts with the Mandalorians and Silver Jedi." She added.

[member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Enoch Zambrano"] | [member="50H31"] | [member="Einar Shadowmane"]

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Transcendence? An artifact that could bind the Force and technology was one Enoch wanted to see, and possibly get his hands on. His head raised slightly, and he stared at the back of his father's head from underneath his bangs. Would he kill Kaine for such power? Yes. Could he? No. With a grimace, his head lowered again, and he stared at the ground, deep in thought. The best Enoch could hope for was to allowed a glimpse of this artifact's power. For, he truly did know this game, and he also knew that he would never wield such power any time soon.

Hesitantly, Enoch raised his head fully, looking up to the Host Lord. "My Lords, we will secure this artifact, and we will crush all who resist us..." Enoch spoke quietly, but with a sternness and confidence in his voice. A small fire burned in his eyes as he looked up at Anja and those behind her. Hopefully, he wouldn't be killed for speaking out, but it was a risk he was willing to take to make himself known.

[member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Einar Shadowmane"]

 

[Boethiah]

The Cathedral jumped to Hyperspace, traveling across the stars until it found its way into the heart of Union space, where Anja and her entourage met with the Executive Council.

For a day and a night, the council met, discussing matters with the Primeval delegation. They too saw the danger of this artifact, and knew if it found its way in the wrong hands, both the Union and Primeval would pay for it dearly. Yet the Techno Union was not so ready to fight this enemy they knew little about. At the end of the delegation, both sides agreed to one thing... They needed to head towards where the artifact had been found, and investigate those who took it in the first place.

Jedi or not, there was no reason to jump at an enemy blindly.

With a small contingent of Union forces, the Primeval entered the black once more and made way towards the unknown. What would they find? Who would stand to face their might? Tantra was a world they've never been before, but the Primeval was ready for any threat, for any challenge, and will uncover the truth at any cost.

Exiting hyperspace, the warship drifted from the edge of the gravity well and slowly into orbit over the frigid world below...

Spoiler: OOC

Due to the pace this campaign is taking, I wouldn't want those who've been active to wait for those who--due to various circumstances--are unable to post as frequently. Thus I've decided to skip the Roon summit, and we will begin to engage the Galactic Alliance much sooner. I apologize if this was crude, but I certainly wouldn't want to see this roleplay die!

[member="Enoch Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="50H31"] | [member="Thais Kallisto"] | [member="Einar Shadowmane"] | [member="Naga Itesak"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="The Traveler"] | [member="Felista Rakk"] | [member="Orkamaat"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Grimoire "]|

 

[Rapax]

Naga's freighter jumped out of hyperspace and floated to a halt next to the cathedral ship. He was ready to fly and fight and spill this world with blood and feast on the bones and flesh of there enemies as was the fate of all who challenge the prime and there seekers. He waited for the first strike to be made it was a hard thing to do but he did it.
[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]