Boethiah
Dark Messiah
The Primeval Fleet had become more active since their first engagement with the Imperial Remnant -- an enemy that was still new to them -- the onset of friction with a mysterious group of Jedi, and whispers from the eastern fringes; Anja Aj'Rou had been eagerly planning out their next move. The Gods were somewhere near the center of the galaxy and scattered pieces of their past were hidden on various worlds, it was just a matter of time. Not if. One of their more recent assets [member="Jorda Ulluto"] had precious information about the Galaxy at large and one particular faction that intrigued her were the Sith. The One Sith.
"Put me in touch with them.", Anja said sitting in her private chambers -- an intercom officer on the bridge was transceiving a holo signal. "I wish to speak with these Sith.", she added. The thought had crossed her mind; she was quite curious as to who they were. Hearing stories of the Sith as a child had created an appearance in her head of diabolic conquerors who commanded legendary powers, only to be defeated age and age again by the even more mysterious Jedi. She had captured two Jedi since their entry in the Galaxy thanks to the ingenuity of her agents but the concept of these 'Orders' had done little more than indulge intrigue. Nonetheless the Sith fell into place well with the plans the Primeval had and if they were going to search the galaxy and consider their divine duty they'd need support from someone. What could these two gain in dealings? What of these tales were true? Time would tell as usual, patience was a virtue they currently had. Those they've faced previously were in no position to announce the fact to the galaxy; a crime syndicate and a fallen empire.
The officer aboard the bridge nodded silently as the transceiver disconnected, turning to the intercom officers. "Let's hope the Zeltron's information is accurate. Prepare to send out a message to these Sith.", the gentleman spoke with a deep and grungy voice.
"Put me in touch with them.", Anja said sitting in her private chambers -- an intercom officer on the bridge was transceiving a holo signal. "I wish to speak with these Sith.", she added. The thought had crossed her mind; she was quite curious as to who they were. Hearing stories of the Sith as a child had created an appearance in her head of diabolic conquerors who commanded legendary powers, only to be defeated age and age again by the even more mysterious Jedi. She had captured two Jedi since their entry in the Galaxy thanks to the ingenuity of her agents but the concept of these 'Orders' had done little more than indulge intrigue. Nonetheless the Sith fell into place well with the plans the Primeval had and if they were going to search the galaxy and consider their divine duty they'd need support from someone. What could these two gain in dealings? What of these tales were true? Time would tell as usual, patience was a virtue they currently had. Those they've faced previously were in no position to announce the fact to the galaxy; a crime syndicate and a fallen empire.
The officer aboard the bridge nodded silently as the transceiver disconnected, turning to the intercom officers. "Let's hope the Zeltron's information is accurate. Prepare to send out a message to these Sith.", the gentleman spoke with a deep and grungy voice.
To the Sith:
*Static*
Your legendary reputation proceeds you,
Your legendary reputation proceeds you,
we -- The Primeval -- have heard many stories.
Stories of conquest, death, chaos. Tales of,
Stories of conquest, death, chaos. Tales of,
Greatness and war. Our Host Lord, Harbinger of Nogras,
has requested a diplomatic engagement with one who speaks on your behalf.
Send all responses to this signal: Encrypted.
May the Gods favour you.
*Static*
Send all responses to this signal: Encrypted.
May the Gods favour you.
*Static*
[member="Darth Vornskr"]