Even the Mighty Must Kneel

[J3C0]

Nazari stood outside of the Throne room of the Dark Lord of the Sith on the world of Prakith. His face was an expression of listless obedience. Beside him stood another new recruit to the One Sith, this one slightly more special than the other before him, the former Emperor of the heretical Sith Empire. The man had been rescued from Republic holding by Nazari and several others of the One Sith, he had been brought here to either kneel before the Dark Lord, or be obliterated.

The Lord of Poisons was unsure of the former Emperor's addition to the ranks of his Order, he did not like the idea of such a man sitting amongst them. He simply felt that Kaine could not be trusted. The Dark Lord however had disagreed, and as his hand Nazari had carried out his will without question.

Now, Nazari stood before the gates of the Throne room, once again ready to hear his Master's will.

“Prepare yourself. His voice alone can shatter mountains.” Nazari simply said in warning to the false Emperor.

He didn't expect the other man to take him seriously. Many of the Sith that had been about to meet the Dark Lord had been skeptical, he was sure that Kaine was as well. That would soon be rectified however. Eagerly, Nazari waited on Kaine's word of readiness.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine felt tired, more tired than he had been in a long time. As if all of the stress and fatigue of his life had finally caught up to him in this exact moment, and it wasn't very pleasant to say the least. His shoulders sagged and the bags under his eyes had grown darker, giving off the appearance that his eyes had sunken in. He wore a new set of clothes, consisting of a leather jacket with sleeves that cut off right above his elbows, baggy woolen pants fastened to his waist by a leather belt, and a pair of black leather boots. His hair was disheveled and wild, his facial hair untrimmed and it was safe to say he hadn't had a decent shower in quite some time. His right hand was permanently blackened by the destruction of Moridin's Sith Gauntlet, forever reminding him of the power of the Blessed Blade, Tyrfing.

"I have heard many claim the power of a voice, but I have yet to see such proof. Lead on then, I am anxious to see this 'Dark Lord'." Kaine said with obvious skepticism, but he had no idea what he was truly in for.

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[J3C0]

Nazari nodded at the Emperor, and then waved his palm. The gates of the throne room slid open with an impressive practiced motion. As soon as the door's split apart a massive rolling tidal wave of the darkside spilled out into the corridor. Almost immediately the air grew thick with the taste of hatred and despair. It became more difficult to breath, the ozone seeming to sizzle and bite as it entered ones nostrils. A foreboding feeling of absolute dread filled Nazari, and involuntary reflex in the presence of his Master.

Carefully Darth Nazari led Kaine inside, stopping in the center of the room.

There upon his throne sat the Great Dark Lord, His face covered by nothing and his bright orange eyes staring down at Kaine. A feeling of power radiated from the Voss, his dark skin seeming to give off a glow. Then a voice erupted, whether it was spoke out loud or within Kaine's mind was impossible to tell.

The voice was complete and utter rapture. It brought pain, pleasure, and every other feeling in the spectrum. It was like a thousand needles stabbing into your minds, each coated with a loving toxin meant to supply ecstasy. The Dark Lords voice boomed like no other, threatening to shatter reality at its very core.

Not waiting for an answer from Kaine the Dark Lord spoke again, the power of his speech booming and forcing lesser men to their knee's.

The Dark Lord's words were not a boast, but a statement of fact. The power that he held was nothing like that Kaine had, that Moridin had had, that any of the Emperors had ever had. It was raw, unchallenged power, and it was perhaps the most beautiful thing a Sith Could ever see.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine followed Nazari into the throne room, and was immediately hit with the overwhelming sense of hatred and despair. It was stronger than any that he had sensed before, and it dwarfed his own, and immediately his eyes fell upon the man sitting upon the throne. Then he spoke, and Kaine instantly fell to his knees as his mind tried to comprehend the power that laced throughout the unnatural voice, the booming sound that threatened to drive Kaine over the very edge of his sanity. Involuntarily, blood began to trickle from his eyes to stain his cheeks red as he beheld the glorious rapture that was the Dark Lord's voice. For more than a few moments Kaine was unable to speak, utterly humbled by the Dark Lord's power. Kaine himself was a flea compared to the Dark Lord, and that reality shook him to his very core.

How wrong he had been, how terrible wrong he had been. The Sith he had followed, the Sith he had led, were nothing but ants compared to the glorious truth of the Dark Lord. He was the true Master of the Sith, and Kaine had been a fool to not bend the knee sooner despite his pride and ego. He couldn't even manage to raise his head to look at the Dark Lord, and merely stayed kneeling before him, waiting for more of his glorious voice.

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[J3C0]

The Dark Lord's eyes fell upon Kaine, a smile crossing his lips. He continued his speech, not a boast, not a gloat, but simple fact.

Now the Dark Lord spoke of his followers. The truly loyal One Sith, Nazari, Asmodea, Hoshek, those that would follow the Dark Lord without question. He did not ask for blind obedience of course, but instead for faith. Faith that he would lead them down the right path, faith that his vision was the correct one. Faith that the Dark Lord had seen the truth of the galaxy.

He addressed the former Emperor by name, though never having asked it or heard it before.

The Dark Lord revealed his vision. A galaxy come together under the banner of the One Sith, a galaxy united and brought to Order. No more wars, no more infighting, no more different visions. Only one Path, the path of the Sith.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The visions flashed before Kaine's eyes, and it was glorious. It was everything Kaine wanted for the Galaxy, order, stability, a galaxy completely ruled by the Sith. Kaine thought that could be achieved through the brute force of the Empire, but now that was not the case. The Dark Lord showed Kaine the truth, and Kaine knew in his soul that this was the pathway to achieving that goal. The Sith fooled themselves by believing that an Order based upon the Rule of the Strong was the way to achieve a Sith-united Galaxy, but it was the Rule of One that was the true path. This time Kaine managed to pull his head up through sheer will to stare in abstract awe, and with hints of fear, at the Dark Lord as he continued to bow before him. He dared not speak, less he enrage the being whose power vastly outranked his own.

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[J3C0]

The Dark Lord said only two syllables. Two powerful words that seemed to echo into eternity.​

Not a question, not a favor, a demand.​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine nodded, and the only words that managed to escape the confines of his throat were, "I will join you, My Lord. I swear my life to the Order you have created." He still dared not rise until told to, his hands now having to support him while he remained down on his knees in subjugation before the Dark Lord. Blood from his bleeding eyes dripped onto the floor of the throne room, and Kaine could do nothing to stem the crimson flood.

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[J3C0]

The Dark Lord did not react, it was as if he had already known this would occur, as if he had known the entire outcome of this conversation and the actions taken before it. Fate was not a free entity around the Dark Lord, it was a servant to his whims, and Kaine joining the One Sith had been as orchestrated as could possibly be.

Slowly the Dark Lord rose from his throne, standing atop the Dais and taking slow methodical steps towards the former Emperor Below. Each foot step was like an earthquake, shattering the world below and seemingly shaking the entire throne room. He stopped directly before Kaine, unmoving. Glowing Orange eyes looked down at the man, and then suddenly the force encircled him and lifted him from his knee's. Without a single motion the Dark Lord Forced Kaine to stand.

As his voice boomed the Dark Lord reached out and Touched Darth Vornskr, his hand feeling like a brand upon the skin. Torturous pain would run throughout the man, moving across his chest and onto the nape of his neck. There in black markings would be the Dark Mark, the true Symbol of the One Sith.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine clenched his teeth through the pain, but made hardly a sound as the burning agony ran across his chest to the nape of his neck, creating the Dark Mark. He had been branded, and he had been given a new name. Darth Vornskr. Kaine let that word rattle around his brain as he mentally repeated it over and over again. It was fitting, back on Thyferra his parents had owned a multitude of Vornskr, and Kaine had taken an affinity to the creature. Had the Dark Lord taken that memory from his mind? Uncertain to say as Kaine was a newborn babe compared to the Dark Lord, but Kaine suspected he had chosen that name for such reasons. Once the brand had been given, Kaine bowed his head in respect to the Dark Lord, "Thank you, Lord. You have given me new purpose."

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[J3C0]

The Dark Lord simply nodded at Kaine, turning about and returning to his throne. He sat there for a time, an age it seemed like until his voice finally broke the through the room once again. It was less harsh this time, less painful and more sweet, as if he was pleased with further development.

The voice was commanding, and as Nazari heard his name the Togruta finally moved, having been frozen in place like a statue this entire time. He motioned to Kaine, who would finally be able to stand and move. Before leaving Darth Nazari allowed himself a deep bow before the Dark Lord, his eyes never wavering from those of his Master. Then quickly he turned on his heel, exiting the Throne room and waiting for the newly anointed Darth.
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[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine rose and gave the Dark Lord another bow of respect before turning and leaving the throne room with Nazari. On the other side of threshold Kaine began to wipe away the blood that had collected on his face, and boy there was a good amount of it. "I will not lie, Nazari. I was wrong about you and your Master, he's truly shown me the true path." Once he had wiped away a good amount of the blood, he turned to Nazari to receive his instructions on what he was supposed to do in this 'Sector Four'. "The Master said you would tell me what I needed, so then, let's not waste anymore time."

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[J3C0]

Nazari gave the man a flat stare, though it would be impossible to tell from behind his mask. With a quick flick of his hand the Togruta waved for the man to follow him. He was still quite unsure if he trusted him, such a thing always came new to him. He was one of the many that was born into the Order. He had been trained from Birth in the ideals and ways of the One Sith, it was who he was and who he had always been, it was not so with many of the newer recruits.

Still, the Dark Lord had deemed It wise to recruit this man, and Nazari was not one to question the will of his master.

“We hold dominion of the Galaxy.” Boastful words. “We do not claim planets, or star systems of course. But we claim its territory as our own. We have split the galaxy into five sectors. Each one a different piece of the galaxy. Sector Four, is what you may refer to as wild space.”

Nazari rounded a corner and stepped into what could only be considered an archive. In the center of the room sat a massive holoprojector, a galaxy floating above it. Nazari stepped up to this and pressed down a key. The fourth Sector of the galaxy lit up a bright green. It was a massive expanse of territory, far larger than The Sith Empire or even The Republic.

“Each Sector is watched over by a Voice. He is the leader of the sector. He watches the operations, sparks the missions, runs the spy network, and furthers our goals in this territory. A Voice is the first among equals in his sector. A leader not followed out of fear, but out of respect. The Dark Lord has seen fit to make you his Voice in this sector.” It was the simplest explanation.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine rubbed his chin with his right hand idly as Nazari explained what a Sector was in reference to the One Sith. "I see, it is not unlike the Sector Lords of the Empire. Except they ruled out of fear and strength of body and will, rather than respect. If the Dark Lord has seen me fit to be the Voice of Wild Space, then I shall not fail him." He studied the map more, recognizing much of the territory from the charts in the Empire. "My sphere of influence overlaps with quite a few nations and governments, especially the Atrisians... Those pretender Imperialist dogs, who had the audacity to call themselves the Galactic Empire when their nation was but a seedling compared to the Empire, the Protectorate, and the Republic. I'm surprised they've lasted so long right next to the Republic... Mhmmm, I will ensure they do not last much longer."

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[J3C0]

“Do as you can.” Nazari said almost silently. The workings of a Voice were beyond him. He was a Hand, an assassin and a personal agent of the Dark Lord. His game was murder, deception, and the sparking of wars. It was the Voice's who sought out the grand scheme of things, and it was they who allowed the One Sith to move as subtly and effectively as they did. “Our directive, is to cause Chaos.”

Nazari said it as though it was the simplest thing possible.

“War. Assassinations. Terrorist strikes. You may do it all. As long as nothing connects to the One Sith. Cause Chaos on an untold scale, and our Lord will be pleased.” Nazari had already killed half a dozen officials within the Republic and the Protectorate, he was sure there was more to come.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Very well, I will move quickly to carry out the Dark Lord's will. Soon the Sith will rule the Galaxy again..." With that Kaine took his leave, unless Nazari had any further word with him, and began to run through every possible ally he could make to further his own goals, and the goals of the Dark Lord. He praised the Voss for what he has shown him, for it has given him renewed purpose where there previously was none, and has shaken away the doubts and despairs that had lingered in his mind after his defeat on Dac. Kaine would let the galaxy think him dead, and would work from the shadows to destroy those who would work against the Dark Lord, and the One Sith

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