Populate Empire Made Whole | SO Populate of Utapau

[Darth Empyrean]

The streets of Jutrand, while never quiet nor calm even during the harshest of crackdowns and patrols, was more vibrant than ever with both crowds and activity. Starfighters flew over various parts of the city, experienced pilots performing impressive maneuvers or making brilliant displays with trails of explosions and lights.​

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In the main streets, particularly around and through the Capitol district, parades of soldiers and vehicles in shining armor and immaculate uniforms occupied the main center of attention with their marches. A glorious display of Sith might that captured the gaze of most every onlooker in the city.​

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Yet as the boots of a united Sith Order's army marched through the streets, discussions on said union in the Order were still underway even amidst the celebrations that marked the end of hostilities. The Kainite Civil War, the last bid for power from Carnifex and his followers, had come to an end with triumphant applause despite the ongoing reconstruction efforts and hammering out of reparations and restitution.. There was still much to be discussed and established, territories and punishments to be decided, and judgements to be passed.​

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But of course, as the Sith laid the groundwork for their future endeavors, the common folk reveled in enjoyment and merriment in a reunited Sith Order.​

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Objective 1: Filibuster​

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An emergency session between governors, senators, and other influential powers within the Sith Order has been called to decide the internal borders and recompenses that were to be adjusted and arranged following the cessation of hostilities. Tensions ride high but the atmosphere is clear, words and deals will be the only weapons to be drawn here.​

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The meeting itself is overseen by both the Inquisition and a contingent of the First Legion, ready to step in should the tempers boil over. The Emperor and Carnifex have both decreed that this meeting is sacred and shall not be interrupted or stalled, lest all lose their heads as a result.​

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Debates and decisions await, with many opportunities available for those competent and willing enough to seize them.​

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Objective 2: Emperor's New Goals​

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While the first true gathering of Senators and Political Manipulators forged a path below, the Emperor had called together a special counsel to discuss peace talks - and the intentions to create a crusader state far from the borders of the Empire. Powerful Sith across the Empire from both sides of the civil war gather to swear their loyalty, and to offer plans and advisement on the future of the Sith. It is clear to all that Darth Empyrean has no intentions to slow their war on the Outer Rim - spreading the Sith's influence to the entirety of the Outer Rim before the Jedi can recover from their ever present conflicts with the remnants of the Empire and Maw.​

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Join the Emperor, plan the crusade, prepare the galaxy for the coming conquest.​

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Objective 3: BYOA​

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All of Jutrand celebrates the end of the civil war, with parades and gatherings all across the cities of the world. Feel free to enjoy the festivities among the citizenry, or use the distractions to have meetings of a far more clandestine nature.​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Objective II
Tag: Open​

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As the gathered members of Kainite, Tsis'kaar, and Eternalist loyalists entered the Dark Council's chamber, Empyrean rose from his seat to look upon the gathered mass. Many of the more militant, and even some of the hyper traditionalists had entered the Emperor's chamber surrounded by Praetorians, Sepulchral, and more security than one could name. It was all with the express purpose of projecting his freshly consolidated power, and to make sure nothing would sour his day of victory.​

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"Gathered darkness.", he said to those entering.​

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"Today has proven the strength of the Sith, as those who have fallen fertilize the soil for the next generation. Blood fallen forges the iron of our Imperium stronger with every hammer blow - and this is no exception. Our forces are veterans, cutting their teeth on one another, but a new day dawns and we must once against turn outwards in our efforts."​

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"We must discuss two things - the expectations of peace from the Kainite loyalists. Many would see them summarily executed for treason, but I am no fool. Allowing the unification of our people and their loyalties will better keep us strong against a unified Jedi Order - and the gentle handed Empress Srina Talon has explained that wraith has its place, but it is not here. Thank her for my forgiveness. That being said, loyalty must be assured. The Kainite, Darth Carnifex included, will serve this Empire with limitations."​

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"To which, we can discuss. I would offer something first - the offer of autonomy. For those Kainite who wish to serve the Imperium, I have a herculean task for them. With the freedom of our forces from the Civil War, I wish to establish Sith control back upon the Stygian Caldera for two reasons - the first, to show our people we do not lack the strength to pull those worlds from the clutches of the Ashlan and Silver influence. The second, is to surround the Galaxy in Sith Influence."​

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The third, unsaid reason was far simpler - to secure his rule, he needed as many of the Kainites gone while his rule is consolidated. A tributary state far from the source of his power kept things cordial, and gave him further influence around the Galaxy. So long as the core of their spoils returned to the Imperium, there would be no issues in his plan.​

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"I would even offer the role of this great Crusader to Darth Carnifex himself, were he to take it.", he said, glancing over to the titantic figure in his seat.​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

It felt so strange.

Not what was happening around Him, that was more mundane than anything else. A formality.

No, the sensations He was feeling, they were strange. For so long, He'd only known a cold numbness as He'd sacrificed all that He was to become what He so desired. Years had passed without the sensation of feeling, without the rapture of emotion. He'd convinced Himself it was necessary, that it was the only way, and He'd fallen into that belief without hesitation. But now, with it all returned, He could only marvel that He'd been so short-sighted.

Flexing the fingers of His right hand, Darth Carnifex wondered at the feel of air upon His skin, the tension in His muscles as He moved them, the throbbing of blood in His veins. He caught His reflection in the glossy floor, a face staring back that was not wholly His own. Since overpowering the spirit of His doomed son, the vessel in which He inhabited began to gradually adopt the features He was most known for. But this process was still ongoing, and the Dark Lord resembled something of a half-way mixture of Himself and His son.

It had been certainly surprising to others, to say the least, when He showed up to this summit. But there was no mistaking His presence.

Carnifex listened to Empyrean speak, words that were already pre-planned. All had already been determined, this was merely for the benefit of others. The Eternalists would see all the signs of victory, that their side had prevailed, and Carnifex was content to let this illusion take hold. He had no further ambition to see Himself upon the throne that Empyrean sat upon, so let the Corpse-God have it if He wished. To see the holy worlds reclaimed was a much greater endeavor, and one that Carnifex would pursue relentlessly.

"Indeed, Emperor Empyrean." Carnifex smiled warmly, almost jovially, as He spoke, "We graciously accept this humble responsibility, and all present can rest assured that the cradle of our Order will again be ours."

Darth Empyrean ​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Filibuster
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Open!

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Soon enough the last of the requested officials, Sith, officers, and their various entourages as well as some scarce spectators had entered and filled the meeting room nearly to the brim, the chamber having rarely seen such a grand use since it first became home to the Senate of the Sith Order. Of course there had been meetings and sessions before, but not one such as this. Not one that would be pivotal in deciding the nature and arrangement of internal Imperium affairs.

Chief among them being, as one would expect, the matter of the Kainites. As decreed there were reparations to be made by both sides, a show of mutual trust and proper compensation to bring about further unity. There was meant to be no talks of victors or the defeated as all were meant to be on an even standing and playing field as it were.

It all disgusted Alisteri to his core.

As was expected of him he sat apart from the usual governors, senators, and other influential powers, instead sitting alongside other members of the Inquisition near to where the head of the delegation themselves sat. The Inquisition, as usual, would act as the mediators and bailiffs of the meeting and would be the first to spring into action should tempers flare too high.

Alisteri though was slightly reclined, almost slouched one might say out of boredom, in his seat rather than upright and at attention like most of the other Inquisition members present. This whole meeting was a farce and yet here he was not only having to humor it but ensure it continued as well. What a joke, there was no recompense to be had when it came to traitors and heretics. There was only death to be dealt for such crimes and yet here they sat and talked and debated like simple politicians, pretending as if they could tolerate one another.

The beginning of the meeting and the opening up of first statements and claims did little to dull his soured mood, if anything it only served to spoil what had been a comfortable silence until then. And yet began it did.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

OBJECTIVE II​

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: xxx | xxx | xxx
TAG: Darth Empyrean , Darth Carnifex

Gerwald was not much of a politician. His days among the Confederacy proved as much. The wolf was blunt and rarely held the tact required to play in the political arena. He was a hunter, a predator, yet Empyrean had called. Gerwald’s oath of loyalty was based on his own designs. It had been the Sith which reunited him with his Echani mistress who now served as the Empress over the ever growing Sith movement. She had made good on her promise to return Naedira Darcrath to him, and as such his devotion had been purchased for the moment.

He did not like the idea of autonomy being so easily granted to the Kainites. Autonomy did not serve the Sith Order well, and it certainly did not maintain the picture of control. It was a dangerous gambit, but the wolf also knew when to keep his mouth shut. It stood no reason to oppose Empyrean now, especially when it seemed his thoughts were governed by advice Srina Talon gave him. Trying to persuade him of anything else would be like arguing with the empress herself, and that was an exercise in futility.

“I do not disagree that Sith influence should spread, but are you certain this particular course is wise?”

As a military commander Gerwald knew the dangers of spreading resources too thin. They had just ended a Civil War which had been taxing. With reunification they stood to gain what had been lost, but to make the move so soon whilst sending their recent enemy to the other side of the galaxy to rebuild was dangerous. Even if it would send them far from Juutrand, there would need to be supervision. Gerwald did not understand it.

The wolf could only question it.​

 

[Thaelius]

HOMECOMING
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At last, the Kainite Civil War had come to an end.

Thaelius had been content to watch the conflict unfold from afar, preferring to stay out of the affairs of the Sith Order until such a time that a unified command structure had been identified and an Emperor had been crowned. The aging Chiss Grand Moff had preoccupied himself with studying the evolution of the galaxy, isolating his assets from the mundane affairs of the real world and locking him realm away from sentient contact. Over the decades, his once vibrantly blue hair had turned a pristine white and his skin had grown considerably pale. One might've thought that all the time away would've meant he intended to retire.

Of course, the stubborn old Chiss had no intention to remain on the sidelines.

He returned to the Empire he had sacrificed everything for. While he was aware of the gathering of titular bureaucrats. he had opted to bypass whatever "Senate" gathering was occurring on Jutrand and opted to visit the newly crowned Emperor directly. A public show of support - an oath of fealty - would go a long way in regaining lost power and prestige. Not to mention the fact that Darth Empyrean was a known technological genius, with a taste for naval innovation that made Thaelius want to 'geek' out. Of course, he was incapable of displaying such an emotion as it'd be tantamount to childishness and unprofessionalism. He smirked at the thought. He really had changed after all these years.

As Darth Carnifex and Darth Empyrean conversed, the Chiss officer entered. Wearing the white uniform of a Sith-Imperial Grand Moff, he offered a succinct bow to the former Sith Emperor and bent the knee to the newly crowned Emperor of the Sith Imperium. "As I served the past monarchs, I serve you" His glowering red eyes hung low as he faced the Sith Lord's feet, anxiously awaiting a response.

Darth Empyrean | Darth Carnifex | Gerwald Lechner

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[Darth Empyrean]

Empyrean's gaze on Carnifex seemed to sour slightly, despite the acceptance plainly given to his position. Sith of their caliber were masters of presentation, but the darkness that lay beneath the surface reminded him how only one could carry the legacy of the Sith in full - lest they fall victim to the same dangers as their ancestors. Still, this was the most easily accessible position - if they continued fighting, the Alliance would eventually realize their weakness and strike.​

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Thaelius offered his loyalty with a bent knee, and Empyrean nodded gratefully towards him.​

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"It is good to see you return to the Order - I expect many conquests lead by your forces.", before turning back to Gerwald and the other's gathered.​

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"My Wraith is correct in part - this autonomy must require promises kept. Hostages, assurances, and promise. While I have faith the Malsheem can raid without bother in the old regions, our focus should be on exerting influence on the Corporate Sector - and in turn, any remaining imperial warlords broken away from the Fel Dynasty. The resources, manpower, and monetary funds sent to us from their tribute would make the costs of this crusade worth its weight in gold."​

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"And yet -", he said, turning his gaze towards Carnifex and his Kainite sycophants, "- there must be assurances and ledgers kept proving the tribute and autonomy of your forces does not lead to another conflict. For this, I would require a hostage, but I know you care little about your numerous wives and children. No, none would satisfy our needs. Darth Carnifex, for that reason, I would keep you as a hostage.", he said with a careful stare.​

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"I understand you have many bodies, a source of this power aboard the Malsheem - a phylactery. You would not trust me with your life in my grasp, of that I can not fault you - so you will give it to the Empress Srina Talon . The Dread Empress has deals in place that assure you will not harm eachother, so allow her to retain the phylactery from both of us. That simple assurance should keep us both tame.", he said plainly.​

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Gerwald Lechner // Darth Carnifex​

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[Lord Reficite]

Objective II
Potential Tags: Darth Empyrean Gerwald Lechner Darth Carnifex

Why in the world is he even here? It was a question that seemed to echo in his mind ever since those gathered into the Dark Council chambers. While most have gone in and swore fealty, for the strangest reasons, Darth Reficite could not bear the idea of entering the chambers. Outside the chambers itself, he wore a more decorative helmet for the occasion of a silver alloy with blackened steel around it. A strange look indeed but it worked out for just special occasions. On this day, he carried no weapon on him, though he could have it in his hands in seconds, he did not require it for today. Only thing with him was in his hands, a small goblet that resembled some of his chalices in the Nexus of Rebirth.

Holding it in his left hand, one would assume some kind of beverage was in it...but instead, it was held empty. Glancing down at the goblet, he gave it a small shake and kept a close eye on it. Assassinations and people being killed was commonplace...though it was his duty to ensure the souls lost would be reclaimed later...or of course punished in some cases. If someone was to die tonight, he would have them held onto till the time was right for their eventual rebirth...if the Force decided upon it.

Though the whole thing would feel like he was avoiding the event itself. A Sith Lord avoiding the Dark Council seems rather unusual...but his mind was still debating a few things. Pledging loyalty towards a cause or a person is not something he had done in almost two thousand years. The last person he did that towards with another Emperor....


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"The time has officially arrived! No more will the academies be in rebellion against us, the Overseer Fumasu have been overthrow and our numbers have grown even higher!"

It was Korriban, hot with the sand blowing into the faces of new acolytes and members of the so-called reinvented "Sith Empire". A human stood on a makeshift throne with a large set of armor and robes, many seem to hold their lightsabers up in unison, as if in praise towards their new leader. He had been looking back upon them from the ground level, it was a strange feeling to see all of these people giving their fealty, their lives towards this...Emperor. Though one could not deny his power, how it had even surpassed those he had met over the decades of service. As voices died down, a voice was directed towards him.

"Lord Renatus...step forward."

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A set of steps snapped him out of memory, quickly glancing to the side at a Chiss ( Thaelius ) having passed him on by to enter the Dark Council chambers. His breath was still, the memories still trying to flood back into his sight but he pushed them aside. It was so long ago yet so much of it is starting to fit in even now. When no one was watching, Darth Reficite quickly grasped his mask in his left hand and pulled it off to breath some fresh air, his emotions completely addled at that particular moment. Some of this was to much to handle again, he never minded going to war but repeating events that can transpire again...it haunts him.

Breathing in a few times, he lifted his head up and closed his eyes. He had to remind himself of his Jedi Training from eons ago, to breath in and shut off his emotions. A Sith was never supposed to do that, but it is helpful when a clear mind was needed. Holding the mask still in his left hand, he slowly placed it back onto his face and allowed his ragged breathing to filter through once more. This was not going to be the same, there was no way history could repeat itself exactly word from word what had happened.

Darth Reficite had to decide...no more thinking and no more filtering. To allow his allegiance to be fully given...or to stay away from the politics of the Sith. Though then again...fate does have a way to pull it one way or the other.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Dark Lord chuckled low in His throat, "Empress Talon has my utmost confidence, this arrangement is acceptable."

Some might have been surprised to hear Darth Carnifex so easily relinquish His phylactery, the source of His immortality, so willingly over to the wife of His nominal foe. But few knew of the pact that He and Srina Talon had struck behind closed doors, and the level of trust that fostered between them. While He still did not trust Empyrean, and nor could Empyrean trust Him, He did have great faith in Empress Talon. He knew that she would not betray His confidence.

"My ledgers will be thoroughly kept, not a single credit or resource will go unaccounted for. A portion shall be tithed back to the Order, and the rest shall be used to strengthen our hold in the Holy Worlds. The Order need not reciprocate, for the Malsheem shall accommodate all needs. To the wider galaxy we shall be estranged, but only we shall know the truth." The Dark Lord's predatory smile widened, unnervingly so. "And thus shall our enemies be blind."

Darth Empyrean | Gerwald Lechner | Thaelius
Lord Reficite | Srina Talon ​

 

[Srina Talon]

| J U T R A N D |
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Tag: Darth Empyrean | Darth Carnifex | Gerwald Lechner | Thaelius | Darth Strosius | Lord Reficite
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It was as if her name held power.

When Darth Empyrean spoke her name during the preliminary discussions the wintry creature would appear beside the dark throne her husband occupied. She would turn, slowly, and face the rest of the assembly with an expression that was empty of all things. This supposed gentleness of her hand was something that few would ever know without accepting the lashing brand it could leave in her wake. Baleful golden orbs, filled with unseen whispers, could be…So cruel.

Nothing so enticing should be so empty. So devoid of life. She was the product of a masterful genetic artisan that had slaved for eons over the tilt of her jaw, a halo of ivory hair, and a curve that could indeed be measured by the golden ratio. Similarly, many also hypothesized that such a creature should not be…wasted…in the embrace of the dead. Srina, would disagree.

She was exactly where she intended to be.

Her hand fell to her husband while she shifted her weight gracefully from one foot to the other. Angling, toward him. Thin fingers curled around his in such a way that it bespoke a state of both deep possession and fierce warning to any who might see. He belonged to her as much as he did to the Sith Order. More—Than the Worm. His silent wife had a habit of intervening, fully, and in such a way that she oft removed the reason for war from the table. Piece by piece her presence wore the two Sith Lords down until they had little recourse other than to see things through her lens, or, keep running headlong into the duracrete walls she liked raising. She needn't be stronger than either of them. Merely, the most annoying.

Neither would forsake her in the cold light of day.

Neither—Would forsake their vows. That had been proven on Mustafar. So. Annoy, she would.

Keen eyes slipped over the assembly of Sith and noted…Things. Movements. Discomfort, disdain, curiosity, and an oppressive sense of distrust. Just because their Lords had declared that hostilities were now at an end did not mean that all their subjects would peacefully abide. Nor, would all believe it. It was in the nature of the Sith to rise to power on the corpses of their brethren. This armistice?

It was…Unusual.

A truly, deeply, unholy alliance that the mere thought of drew a faint smirk to the kiss of her mouth. With how fractured the Sith Order had been since the fall of the last Empire it would be startling at the very least for the Light to see them set aside their grievances. The Empress slowly made her way down the raised platform and let her hand brush against the shoulder of the kneeling supplicant that Darth Empyrean welcomed back into the fold. It would be intended to release him ( Thaelius ) from his prostration. "I prefer fleets that are large and powerful enough to blot out the sun. You should become reacquainted with our newest resources at…Your earliest convenience."

Anyone would be able to read between the lines. It was not a suggestion, nor, was there any sort of code to be found in her language. It was plain. Before Empyrean had placed a true crown on her brow she had been known far and wide as the Dread Queen. She had been raised, first, to apprentice by a trial of fire through exposure to phobis devices on a massive scale. Through far too many engagements she had employed everything from planet crackers to her beloved, devastating, landing castles. If someone was going to return home during this upheaval of the status quo they would need to be apprised of the capability of the Sith Order and vetted immediately. Thusly, returned to active duty.

Gerwald Lechner spoke what it was that many governing bodies were demanding answers to. How could Empyrean trust that Carnifex would uphold his word? How could Carnifex trust that Empyrean wouldn't separate the Kainites from the Eternalists and sell them out to the lesser third of their former triumvirate? Or worse—To the Jedi? That was simple. Her eyes flickered from the broad-shouldered lupine and back toward Darth Carnifex . Her approach was soundless.

No more than making her rounds.

"Empress Talon…", she echoed his words, sardonically, referring to herself in the third person with a less than delicate roll of her eyes, "Will receive the phylactery of Darth Carnifex ."

The deep onyx of her gown pulled across the floor like feathered fingers while flashes of gold caught the bare light in a way that emanated electricity. Were the massive Sith Lord not seated she wouldn't have been able to reach his shoulder so easily—But she let her hand rest upon his person. An offense to his followers for certain. But, it was her way. Physicality was the bread and bone of any Echani. Words were…Inefficient. Empty. A touch, was promise. "…I will keep you."

It was such a large thing to give.

It wouldn't make sense. What did Empyrean offer Carnifex in return? Forgiveness? Amnesty?

What Sith Lord gave a kark about amnesty?​

It was a laughable notion. No, no. Darth Carnifex already held something far more valuable to the Emperor than a mere phylactery. More important than fleets, holy lands, or any number of powerful artifacts, ledgers, or expansion plans.

Carnifex knew the location AND the path to their children.

"I will give my word in blood it if it is required."

 

[Zetrove]

Objective III: BYOO
Tag: OPEN

Zetrove was still a notably new member of the Sith Empire he found himself a part of. Not really being a part of it for any lofty goals. Just sort of the way the cookie crumbled it seems. After the fight he had on the Aing-Tii homeworld he’d been in recovery after getting his circuits fried by the Jedi duo there. Requiring a great deal of new rybcoarse grafting to his body and untangling some of the wiring that had fused and melted together through his body.

Throughout much of his recovery he experienced dreams or visions of a stranger’s life. Coming and going in his largely synthetic mind. They were only mere hallucinations. But was assured these would pass after a full recovery.

Now he watches some of the celebrations that filled the seemingly endless streets of Jutrand. Commemorating the end of this empire’s civil war. A conflict the Cyborg avoids neigh entirely. Part of Zetrove wondered why it was that they did celebrate as if they’d achieved victory. To him there were no victors in a civil war, only losers. Bizarre beings these Sith types are. His thinking was interrupted as an internal alarm went off in the cyborg. Zetrove stepped away and into a calmer side street. Opening a slot into his cybernetic bicep where an empty bacta canister. Discarding it he slotted in another one. The medicine had a low potency given there wasn't much left of him needed for it to heal. Small internal tubing applying a delicate coating to his remaining organic features.

Every time it gave him just a little fuel to shimmering desire he had for revenge...

 

[Lord Reficite]

Objective III: Get Angry
Tags: ANYONE! Zetrove


Deep within the waters of Jutrand, laid a beast in a large set of caverns. It was unlike anything ever seen, a Sith Spawn that had been morphed heavily by the Dark Side of the Force. It had laid there, dormant for over several months since its first incursion on land against the Sith Order and it populace. However all the noise...it was starting to vibrate the waters around it, fireworks being set off and landing into the water...all so much things being dumped into the water, the rivers around it.

Slowly, a simple object, nothing more than a bottle landed on what would be considered an eyeball as it snapped open with red fury. It had been awakened, all this time it had laid, not to be disturbed...and yet it now has. Slowly it rose up, moving from the floor of the ocean as it rapidly went towards the shoreline. Rising out of the waters, the ooze would come forth from its body and coat the surrounding areas. Coating the streets, screams would erupt as celebrations around the area would be cut short. Screams would fill the air even further, so much so that Zetrove could hear it.

A slam into a structure, a black oozed fist as steel crumbled and was thrown across the streets. Parts of the street itself became a toxic wasteland, then an intercomn system would come online as it screeched out. All the while, its eyes finally got to stare right at Zetrove with its red eyes...it was very angry.

"RUN! IT'S HELLSTORAH!"

 

[Lirka Ka]

Objective II
Tags: Srina Talon Gerwald Lechner

Lirka did not like being here, not one bit. With the Siths' conflict now coming to a close her savage bloodletting was forced to subside. And yet being here on Jutrand felt like mockery, even if unintentional. Last time the once-Sephi had stepped upon the Sith capital it had been as a desolator leading her own detachment of the Kainate forces in great acts of hyperviolence against the poor civilian populace: a massacre that had ended with the monstrous woman forced to retreat away with the rest of the Kainate. The scars of her retreat pockmarked across the shimmering metal of her powersuit, for it had been some time since Lirka had shown herself: the end of the conflict had the Kainate's Slavemaster disappear into the shadows as she so often did. But a meeting of such importance could not be missed, and like a specter, she followed in the shadow of Darth Carnifex .

She did not expect to garner any notice, while Lirka may have been a butcher she was just one in a large legion of murderers under Kainate employ. No, she was here to plan more than anything. If the Empire was reformed, and her glorious Dark would not be satiated by the internal struggles of the Sith she needed a new game plan on how to appease the End-of-All-Things. Quietly slipping her way into the gathered assembly, the metal sentinel listened to Darth Empyrean

And she didn't like what she was hearing

Sith worlds and autonomous states were minor things, she was no zealot like so many of the Sith she worked alongside and the notion of Sith holiness was something she had spat upon time and time again. No, the thing that could make a being so cold and cruel as Lirka Ka shudder was a simple one: ledgers. Lirka prided herself on many things, and her ability to bypass taxes, quartermasters, and anything else that would get in the way of her sequestering resources for her own ends was the thing she prided herself on the most. Truly, this was a foul day.

But if Carnifex deemed it so, then it would be so. Her musings were quickly interrupted by the oath by Thaelius . The chiss seemed familiar, a vestige of an older time, a different body, another Lirka. Before finding herself tumbling down the rabbit hole of her vast memory, she brought herself back to the task at hand. Credits were one thing, but Lirka dabbled in a resource she deemed far more valuable: people. At the great Sith discussed the notion of holy worlds and Kainate crusades Lirka's glowing eye-lenses briefly flickered as she rummaged her way through what information she could find about this so-called "Holy Worlds" and the current status of the corporate sector. Trade, population numbers, hyperlanes. Everything that pertained to her dark work.

Besides, it offered a nice distraction from the drabness of Sith politics. She was just another of Carnifex's many goons in this assembly after all, what reason did they have to call upon her? Now would be a "perfect" time to formulate her plans within plans, schemes within schemes.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Tag: Lirka Ka // Darth Carnifex // Thaelius // Gerwald Lechner // Srina Talon​

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"Good.", he said with a slight purr to his tone.​

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Pieces aligned, and Carnifex made little fight against Srina holding onto his life for them both. He had no intention to kill such a valuable player in the game for the Galaxy's soul - but he could not allow him entirely free reign. A leash for a monster, even if he had some trepedation that Carnifex would simply find a way around such a deal. When that day came, he would be ready.​

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"Then our Empire is whole, and soon to spread. The concern now becomes the situation in the Northern Rim.", Empyrean said as a giant display of the northern sectors came to life. A variety of warlords pictures and their names appeared next to them - a number of Fel claimants, more who were given their own task forces before the fall of the Empire. All of it was dangerous, but they were broken and split. It was time their rebellious nature was brought to heel.​

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"There are a number of threats in the northern regions that must be dealt with - before they can collect themselves and reform. Warlords are a simple matter, but a full Imperial State could be disasterous for our intentions. I would like to see them further fractured by our agents, while our focus should be on the economic powerhouse of the Corporate Sector. Cutting it off from the Core would do us many favors in constricting the flow of goods from its Outer Rim suppliers."​

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"Then the issue becomes the Southern Reaches. We still must face down the Rimward Trade League, Mandalorian remnants, and Jedi instigation. Even now the Core sends Jedi agents to hunt us - to understand what is to come. Plans must be put in place to continue the Dark Tide. I would like everyone's strategic opinion - the sooner we can get a plan, the better for all gathered."​

 

[Zetrove]

Objective III: Fight Kaiju (BYOO)
Tag: Lord Reficite | OPEN

It was odd, from where Zetrove was the sounds of celebration changed drastically. Screams of joy shifted to what sounded like screams of terror. Allow with it the cyborg could sense some powerful thuds that shook the neighborhood. Stepping out into the main street he saw scores of people running further into the city and away from the coast.

Turning his attention up to see a massive blobby looking monster towering above as it crashed its fist into a nearby building sending large chunks of debris down the street and towards himself. Zetrove’s eye widened as a large piece of duracrete slammed into his body and knocked him into a glass storefront. Fortunately for the cyborg his durability and skeletal reinforcements tanked the impact as he quickly picked himself up. Stumbling back out the wreckage Zetrove glared up at the beastly creature.

So this was how it was going to be? He didn’t know what the monster seemed to have against him as the two gazed upon each other. Since this was a time for celebration Zetrove didn’t have his vibroblade with him, and could only rely on the weaponry that was in his body right now. With his powerful legs he began to dash closer before changing his direction. Using his clawed feet to dig into the side of a building to run up its height, getting to its roof to even out the height advantage some and avoid the ooze covering the ground.

Once on top the cyborg aimed his arms up at Hellstorah, folding out from both his forearms came a pair of integrated blasters he began to fire at the monster. Peppering their body with shots, expecting the monster would likely tank the attack.

 

[Lord Reficite]

Objective III: Terrorize the City
Tags: Zetrove
Playing as: HELLSTORAH!!!!

The massive creature was not in particular mad with the cyborg...it was mad against EVERYONE THAT WOKE IT UP! Moving through the city, it smashed through part of the nearby street as the ooze spread, liquifying people that it came into contact with or taking vehicles that were on the ground such as speeders or small starfighters. A building got into his way...and rather quickly, he smashed it once more with its large sludge like fist. It partly exploded in electricity as it gave a loud roar...it still heard celebration, it was being a crank it was, he was going to smash it all, so he go back to sleep!

Then he felt it, something was firing at him! Turning towards the ground, it felt like needles as used its large foot to smash a nearby vehicle...but it did not go away. Gurgling strangely, it turned slowly as it felt the blaster fire almost do no direct damage towards Hellstorah...almost none at all. Till it struck something inside the sludge, one of the speeders it had consumed. A large explosion ripped through the creature as it started to shriek loudly and made a small stumble backwards. Fire had erupted from its own body and almost as quickly, it grabbed and threw violently the flaming wreckage directly towards the Cyborg!

Blaster fire may not seem to do anything, but the flames it produced destroyed a small section of the ooze like monster...and it did not regenerate. In fact...it wanted to be far away as possible from the fire. Sounded like as if it was its own monster holo-film come to life! Giving an even louder screech after it threw the car, its eyes stared forward with an eruption of Force Lightning striking the nearby building...apparently still agitated, it missed the Cyborg but blew the building aside it to smithereens!

 

[Darth Carnifex]

A touch was everything.

It conveyed emotion and intention. This unspoken language was greater than all the words one could futilely utter, and there was no confusion between them. When Empress Talon let her hand fall to Darth Carnifex's shoulder, it was more than just a gesture of trust between them; it signaled that they were alike in purpose. Long had they spoken behind closed doors about what was to be done, not just with the Empire or the Sith, but with those that ruled it.

He told her to trust Him, words that still rung true even now. In return, He now entrusted her with the greatest item in His possession. "Blood is not required, Empress, I have all the reassurance one could want." He smile, sharp and predatory. "As for the Northern Rim, it will be a trivial matter to spread our influence among the disparate warlord states and independent fiefdoms. The Corporate Sector never truly strayed from allegiance to the Sith, their fidelity remained in secret to protect themselves from the Ashlans and the rogue Imperials. Now that they're both in sharp decline, the corporations will flock back to us."

Darth Carnifex already knew exactly who to contact, His old ally and acquaintance Danger Arceneau . It was time to rekindle old allegiances. "Not only that, but in the years since the collapse of central authority in the heartland, I have funded and supplied an insurgency that has thus far lain dormant. The time has come to put them into play, to pave the way for our return." His eyes glanced from one Sith to another, settling on Lirka Ka for a brief moment. "We will require a new inundation of manageable labor, I entrust this responsibility to you, Lirka." Then His eyes swept to fall on Empyrean, their gazes meeting with a tangible intensity.

"So shall it be done."

Darth Empyrean | Srina Talon | Lirka Ka
Gerwald Lechner | Thaelius

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[Lirka Ka]

Objective II
Tags: Thaelius Srina Talon Gerwald Lechner

As quaint as it was to be able to hide within the masses and formulate her schemes: no meeting ever went without some sort of interruption, while Lirka had intended to stay quiet as long as possible: still cautious of the ire she could draw as a particularly savage Kainate, and as one of the few butchers who distinctly separated themselves from the Sith name. As the eyes of Darth Carnifex fell upon her, the lenses of the helm flickered again for a moment and she was brought back to reality.

And of course, as Darth Empyrean asked for the opinions of everyone. It would be impossible for her not to speak, there were few things Lirka thought more highly of than her ideas after all.

Her voice garbled out into the assembly, never one to remove her distortion even for meetings as important as this.

"The acquisition of new meatstock is a matter that will require extrapolation at a later date, I am at the ready to reassume my duties at a moment's notice. Albeit...if I am to acquire such stock for the new Imperial War Machine, I will acquire additional resources."

Quickly, she returned back to the subject of pacification with a nearly uncharacteristic glee hidden beneath that garbled mechanical voice. Even deciding to stand as she went on her long propositions.

"I have pondered the idea of how to most effectively deal with the enemies of the Sith, what I propose may be considered...radical. Though I believe it presents a great opportunity to both weaken our enemy and create easier avenues to gain power where necessary. You, the Sith, are never lacking in raw physical might: as has been proven time and time again, great legions of warriors, mighty star destroyers and beyond, and of course, the Force bent to destructive effect."

If Lirka was adding this much praise and fluff to a proposal, it could only mean one thing: she wanted something.

"But, while the enemy watches the sword, they miss the dagger. I am proposing a new wave of unconventional warfare intent on destabilization: eschewing raw might in favor of rapid strikes intent on attacking infrastructure and reducing the trade lanes to anarchy. To capitalize on weaken trade, an aggressive assault on every Agriworld within our reach, and the employ of pathological weapons on the foodstuffs of the Galaxy. A disruption in food can easily send the poorer systems of the Galaxy into complete disarray."

Finally, she decided to sit back down among the crowd.

"When we arrive on such a world, they will be eating out of our hands: quite literally."

 

[Zetrove]

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Objective III: Fight Kaiju (BYOO)
Tag: Lord Reficite | OPEN

Zetrove’s blaster fire seemed to be doing the trick. Igniting something within the monster as it appeared to be vulnerable to the blaster burns a bit as well. He watched the beast stumbled back some before retracting his own arm blasters. Wanting to keep them from overheating before quickly running along the roof of the building he stood on. Trying to dodge and avoid the debris being thrown at him.

However, something that caught the cyborg off guard was the lightning optical blasts the monster dished out. Blasting apart the building he was on before he could jump to another. Tumbling back down to the ground and hitting it hard. Warnings began to rapidly flash across his sight. Warning him of critical structural damage to his body. Followed by a weird feeling in one of his arms. Picking himself up he looked over at his left appendage to see some of it melting away. It had fallen into a puddle of the monster’s corrosive ooze.

Gritting his teeth Zetrove got up to his feet. “And to think I’m still supposed to be in recovery…” The cyborg remarked to himself. Knowing his mechanical arm was just dead weight he brought his good hand up to it before ripping off his own limb. There goes one of his weapons. Suddenly an idea flashed through his digital mind. Looking down at his broken limb he was still clutching. Still holding onto it Zetrove began to make a mad dash towards the monster from the ground. Avoiding as much of the corrosive sludge as he could as he tried to gain momentum before chucking his discarded cybernetic arm up at Hellstorah. Quickly he extended his other arm out towards aiming it at the tossed limb before it made contact with the monster. Zetrove’s internal weapon mod came out of his forearm once more before he shot a volley of shots at his arm hoping it would blow up the blaster gas still housed within it. Utilizing it like an improvised thermal detonator to explode in front of the monster.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective I/II
Tag: Darth Carnifex Darth Empyrean Lirka Ka Srina Talon Gerwald Lechner Thaelius

While her image had not been present in the room, she still been listening to the beginning of the meeting through the audio of her chair's projector. Ostensibly, it had been her idea to join in later to keep the focus on the reproachment and then join in once the discussion turned to the strategy of the Sith expansion. Truthfully, she was still processing the conversation she had had with the spirits she had with her sisters beyond shadows. She had also been hearing something about a monster being set loose somewhere on Jutrand, but reports were still sketchy on the whole thing and she wanted more information before any of her beastmasters were dispatched.

But now, her image appeared as Lirka made their proposal.

"Perhaps we can kill two birds with one stone with such an aggressive strategy," she quietly said. "For such a scheme to work to its maximum effort, the pathogen unleashed should not be tied to any the Jedi or the galaxy know is connected to the Sith... or something that could be easily traced back to us. As fortune would have it, as has been brought up already, there are many warlords in the north that could be exploited for this purpose or seemingly made to be."

As part of her own power base, she had a cadre of Sith specifically trained to develop and unleash biological warfare onto an unsuspecting world.

"If approved as one option for destabilizing the galaxy further for our expansion, I'll assign a grouping of Malaise Adepts to your command, Lirka."