Envoy to Dalatrass

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Dalatrass"] |

The observational deck found on the Attrition-class Star Destroyer Obscurity was a large, darkened room that had a throne, of an unnatural design center to it, from which just behind it was a flight of stairs that led down into the bridge just below it. Vilox Pazela, the Dark Master, was sat upon the throne, observing the world floating beneath him. Aza'Zoth, where he would create the Dark Order, a following of Dark Masters like he, who would bring the galaxy back into a darkness that would consequentially change it forever. His flagship, the barge that had brought the Dark Jedi to this unknown, secret place was hidden, just like it's name suggested.

He rose from his seat and turned a corner, walking behind the seat to the console at it's right side, faced towards the stairs. As Aza'Zoth spun, briefly illuminating his pale features, he lifted his left arm to the device and began to type one handed, for he had lost his right arm not too long ago on Tund. After he finished typing, he pressed a button and waited. Standing on a holographic projector beneath his feet, he waited for his hooded, concealed features to be transmitted to Dalatrass, from which they would talk between the Obscurity and wherever the woman was currently.

 

[Dalatrass]

She had been summoned, not from the likes of hypocrites, this meeting was fruitful in its endeavors. She wasn't quite aware of the purpose just yet, but during her continuous journey she had come into the Dark Order. Very few shared some ideals that she posed, and most were found here. She still hadn't a want for forming attachments with any of them. She was on a mission herself, one far greater than anyone could realize. She stood stationary, waiting any moment from where she could consult with the Dark Master. Her robes covered her entire body, and she had her hood covering her face to the point where one couldn't see her eyes, but only parts of her hair or mouth. Her physical appearance was of no importance.

Standing in a dark place herself, one she favored due to its shadows she felt someone trying to contact her. She answered the transmission and it was whom she expected. It would seem she wasn't the only one who decided to cover their bodies. He was just as mysterious as she. She opened her mouth to speak,

"Greetings, you've sought an audience?" She said in her age stricken voice.

@[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Dalatrass"] |

"Hello Dalatrass. My name is Vilox Pazela. I work within the borders of the Fringe Confederation, otherwise known as the Lords of the Fringe, researching and learn more about an anomaly within the Force, here in the Unknown Regions. I've contacted you because I would like to offer you the opportunity to learn more about this anomaly and what we do out here."

 

[Dalatrass]

"The unknown regions, hmm. An anomaly, you say?" She began talking slightly under her breath. Maybe this was a wound she hadn't yet discovered. Maybe it wasn't a good idea for him to tell her of such things due to the workings of her plan, but better yet, she felt she could use this man to her advantage. It certainly wouldn't be an easy task seek as he was just as knowledgeable as she.

"I will take you up on your offer. This, anomaly you speak of, interests me greatly." She said as she began to talk with her hands.

@[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Dalatrass"] |

The Dark Master studied Dalatrass with his yellow, predatory eyes, thinking to himself quietly for a moment. She was hiding something, an ulterior motive, for he, Vilox Pazela, was a master of manipulation and deception, with the ability to read the slight facial twitches, changes and the way in which an individual worded themselves. Of course, the Dark Master was not a psychic, however how hard he tried to develop himself into an all knowing entity whom had the ability to merely glance at someone and know who they were, what they wanted and how they were going to get, among other things. There were so many factors to the powers of telepathy and indeed, the dark side of the Force, that it would be too much to think about in the briefest of exchanges and glances with the potential ally that was transmitting before him.

Vilox lifted a hand to the interface and began uploading data into the transmission connection between himself and the Dark Jedi he was conversing with. When he was finished uploading, he began to talk whilst lifting his gaze back to her. "I am transmitting the location of said anomaly to you right now, as well as a code that will allow you access to Fringe space, if your method of transportation is intercepted by Fringe authorities. My vessel will be waiting at the edge of the nebula. I look forward to your arrival."

He cut off the transmission and turned away from the holo terminal to the flight of stairs behind him. He would descend and inform the crew to move the Obscurity out of the Eye of Flames nebula to it's edge, in the middle of the darkened void that seemingly stretched forever, waiting for Dalatrass to arrive on his throne in the observational deck.

 

[Dalatrass]

Then the submission was cut off, she would go to this Fringe Space, and visit with the One who goes by the name of Vilox Pazela. Then it was so, a freighter of course, was heading towards the coordinates she was given. It was plenty of time that had passed before they exited hyperspace. There was nothing special about the said ship, it soared through the darkness of the space, the engines echoing in its closed off proximity. From the cockpit she could see a ship waiting off into the distance. She began to speak to herself.

"It would seem he kept his word," she said adressing no one but herself. In truth she had manipulated a simple smuggler into transporting her to where she needed to go. A simple mind, so easily manipulated by bringing up the darkness of his past, and pushing him to the point of breaking mentally. It was how she went about getting her way, and it would seem she was about to meet someone similar to herself. How interesting.

The freighter approached the ship of her acquaintance, and she boarded that ship, leaving behind her pawn. She escorted herself to the observational deck, concealing her presence. Only the dark lord would sense her, and associate with her, it was better this way, she walked through the doors, and slowly approached her new ally,

@[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Dalatrass"] |

Vilox Pazela turned around to Dalatrass, the setting of the observational deck quiet and dark, with no sun, planet or moon to illuminate it's room. Two sulfuric yellow, predatory eyes gleamed out of the darkness towards the room. So did a voice emerging from it's confines. "Welcome to the Obscurity, Dalatrass, the first and only Attrition class Star Destroyer that was built to observe this phenomena known as the Eye of Flames nebula. It was also built for another reason, which would bring said reasoning to two, but you'll learn more about that later. Come, join me."

The yellow eyes disappeared as the Dark Master turned to the transparisteel screen, towards the nebula ahead that kept Aza'Zoth hidden from the galaxy. He folded his arms into his sleeves across his chest, waiting for Dalatrass to walk beside him to continue their conversation.