Private Erazer

[Onrai]

Darth Malum of House Marr
Belsavis

The great gilded cube simulacra of Onrai floated through the void of space, seeking to enter orbit of the vast prison-world. An enigmatic message had filtered through the veneer of the Holonet, skillfully encrypted and cunningly guised in a myriad of ciphers that directly pointed to the Sith Order as its original source. Through skillful interpretation of the ciphers based on her past studies, Onrai had understood this was an invitation to meet from someone most likely from their intelligence department. As Onrai knew the Sith Order and their own empire were direct competitors to the claims of Solipsis, who her allegiance had been given to, she found this curious to say the least. Her prior experience with Sith Empires past had taught her that the structure of the Sith led to its inevitable decay and destruction, the rational overtaken by the mad who would destroy all that had been built up before them.

Belsavis was an inevitable conquest for them.

There were two things on this world above all others that Onrai intended to gather before the Sith would have the opportunity to exploit it, a deliberate act intended to ensure that the most profane blasphemies of the Great Old Ones were not yet unleashed - and perhaps to exert the power taken from the dead-yet-living Kindred of Dark Illathurion. Thus, it was that while the shuttle bleated from beneath the shimmering metallic scales of the embodiment of the Twice-False Goddess, she already had begun focusing upon the critical locations that were necessary towards the next steps in a game few knew about and even fewer played. Whether her conversation partner would know or even care about such a conflict whose move time was measured in decades and whose nature arcana was so esoteric as to be believed a pangalactic myth, would be curious to find.

Her shuttle landed, and emerging from it was the blonde, somewhat youthful face of Vanessa Vantai, embodied in black robes she had worn for decades, given to no grime and no tear. The meeting would take place at the entrance to the Tomb, the most ancient part of the prison-world's complex - that which she sought could be found beneath the world's surface.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

There was much that could be said about this.

There could be ready accusations made of his loyalties that he had set up this meeting, some might have called him a betrayer, some could have called him a traitor.

Yet, those were far from words that he had not been called before.

Far from the harshness of language which he had described himself.

In fact, the truth of the matter was that it was out of loyalty that he had organised this meeting. Loyalty to the Emperor, loyalty to the Empire, loyalty to the Sith. The Dark Empire remained an enigma of intentions, but too of ability, the sons of the fallen Maw, and the traitors New Imperial Order, the Dark Empire had surprised the entire galaxy with their assault in the Core, reaching the gates of Coruscant in a single move.

When eyes had been on the Caldera Crisis, the undead on the move from the Tingel Arm, when the focus had been the destruction of the Rimward Trade League in the Outer Rim.

They had struck deep.

Struck hard.

They were not simply the sons of Mawites and Imperials of course, many of the same men and women that had served both had reemerged for this war.

Even those that should have stayed dead.

Darth Solipsis had joined the ranks of the immortal tyrants.

And now, despite all the fighting that had emerged between the Sith Order, and the heresy of the New.

Malum knew, the fall of the Alliance, the fall of the Jedi, drew closer, and closer.

Yet, what came after... was a question many did not consider.

So here he was, out of loyalty, so he lied to himself.

But so too, curiosity.

What did this Dark Empire offer.

When those of this Sith Empire, looked at him with suspicion ever still.

Now here he was, to meet with a representative of theirs to learn, on the eve of when this world would fall to the Sith juggernaut. Having done his duty, and paved the way with the Tsis'Kaar for the arrival of the rest of the Sith forces, having long since realised his lack of capability in securing the prison for himself, and having rather extended diplomatic talks to the powerbrokers of this system.

With the replica mask of his most great and famous ancestor, he watched silently, as the shuttle landed, he himself awaiting, with the Tomb behind him, as he smiled beneath the veil, as the attractive blonde stepped out.

She was familiar.

Which made little sense, as he had never seen the woman in his life.

Though of course, as she stirred at the back of his mind, the fragment of Darth Ophidia , he knew exactly why he remembered.

"Welcome to the frontier of the Sith Empire, Darth Pandeima." Would she question how he knew that name? Perhaps, perhaps not. Either way, he had an explanation, the knowledge of the Tsis'Kaar after all had delved deep, "I am Darth Malum, of House Marr, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He offered a simple nod in greeting.

Onrai