Golbah City [ CIS Location Thread ]

[Ascendant Muse]

G O L B A H​

The Foundation had been laid.

After only a few short months had walls begun to rise. The fruits of the earth were refined and reinforced, forming a towering wall that encircled the budding metropolis. Spires had been erected - with some being fully complete and others only just beginning. Golbah City was on the cusp of completion. The cityscape would serve a variety of purposes; the most prominent being the best way to respect the native Geonosians. It would not do to crowd their tunnels and hives with foreigners, no matter how aligned their interests were. For that cause had the dream of the City started: a place for the Confederacy to unanimously call home. A beating heart. A thriving capital.

Now, this day, it was time for its people to make it their own.

LOCATIONS

Sanctum - Located adjacent to the westernmost wall, Sanctum is the home of the Dark Jedi Order. Erected similarly to the various academies and praxeums of other Force-based organizations, Sanctum is a place of growth and training for the resident Dark Jedi.

The Library of Golbah - Where the Sanctum is a place of dedicated training, the Library of Golbah is a center of study. Home to the Covenant, this is the undisputed heart of lore, academia, and general knowledge within the budding City.

Installation-08 - This facility is a hybridization of automation and organic. It serves as a residence, training hub, and FLEETCOM for all members of the Independent Systems Allied Forces. Here, any serviceman can find barracks, firing ranges, and most amenities common of military installations. Furthermore, any droid can find service and upgrade stations, in addition to storage units.

Port Galaar - The City's main starport is located towards its heart and is the primary means of entry/departure. Here, most Confederates take their first steps into the city. Restaurants, Lodging, and even a Cantina can be found here.

Independence Centre - Located only a few blocks away from the Port is the home of the Confederacy's most politically-minded. Occupying one of the tallest spires of the City's skyline, the Centre is the meeting Hall of the Viceroyalty in addition to the Separatist Council. Here, all laws, policies, and national decisions are made.

NOTE

This is a static, location thread for the Confederacy. All members are welcome and encouraged to meet one another in this informal setting. If outside of the faction would like to be introduced, you are free to join as well! Enjoy!

Spoiler

[member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"], [member="Arlox"], [member="Aut-X"], [member="B1-990"], [member="BX-25233"], [member="Charr"], [member="Cori Ilian"], [member="Darth Interitus"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Rixas"], [member="Edward Varric"], [member="Galven Hansol"], [member="Hades Dai"], [member="Holowan Industries"], [member="IT-88"], [member="Izevel Zambrano"], @Jenica Cath, [member="Jrogan"], [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="Morgan Redeaux"], [member="Nar-Pal"], [member="Natalie LaForte"], [member="Natasha Darkstar"], [member="Nylea Apollodor"], [member="Sarunāties"], [member="Sochi Ru"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Valis Marr"],

 

[Amarant]

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]


[youtube]https://youtu.be/LfoMSeSiYHE[/youtube]

The droid chuckled darkly as he opened the door. This unimposing ten-story building was now his, under a ten-year lease agreement. And now, the "Golbah Office" had been completed. Well, mostly. People were still moving in, setting up furniture, and making actual things work.Servers were being connected, security systems were being installed, and in the lobby, Ash was watching with a smirk, occasionally typing on a comm-link to do minor tweaks, partially interfaced with the the entire security mainframe to monitor progress.



"Section B-3 on the fourth floor, take ten. And get some grub. There's a food court two buildings over. Leave a review on the bulletin board, people oughta know what's good. Section 2-1, seventh floor: The shipment of power-cables wil larrive in ten. Send two guys to the loading dock for pick-up. Ash smirked as the new receptionist, a plucky droid he'd met on Nar Shaddaa, took a seat at the front desk.

Ash nodded. "What do you think, Noon?"


NUN-4A flickered approvingly. "The chair's not too soft, which is a concern, given my weight. Still not sure about the overall look, boss."


Ash chuckled. "First rule of going corporate, Noon. Look the part, and people will be convinced you know what your'e doing. We're a private security firm, not a chapel. Let the saber-jockeys have their projects. Here, we provide what people need: Professional security they can trust with their lives, and their assets."

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Location: Installation-08​

After meeting Surnin Strenger and finding her way to the CIS, Morgan Redeaux easily located work at Black Scorpion Limited, a company employed by the Confederacy, mostly due to her specialized software upgrades and the fact that she had been so well made by her original maker that she could almost pass for human. Almost.

“Criminal” was a nebulous concept to the HRD as she really had no sense of good or evil, no alignment, no guiding lines of morality or struggle with demons. While she understood the galaxy laws as well as proper organic etiquette, following them was something that had not been programmed into her. Especially at her inception as she had been designed by a crime lord with very little regard to the law himself. Ultimately Morgan fared better in the galaxy with some kind of maker or master, but for now Black Scorpion would own her.

However this particular assignment was more in her wheelhouse in terms of what she’d done in the past, which was conduct business meetings, translation services and give tours to dignitaries, the last of which was what she had been tasked with by Tmoxin Temi. Truthfully the Hapan Dark Jedi would have enjoyed meeting with Major Amsel and trading war stories as she’d once been a commander in the One Sith Army, a troop of elite stormtroopers called The Blood Monarchs under her tactical helm. But neither Morgan nor her guest would know that Miss Temi was busy on Kamino with another one of the First Order ranks, visiting the water-world not completely on her own accord. Kyrel Ren had a personal matter, and when science was involved, Kaminoans would come to the rescue.

A rebuilding project was underway atop of Golbah’s Pit on Geonosis, a world known for droids and bugs. Part of Golbah City included Installation-08, what was to be the headquarters for the Independent Systems Allied Forces.

Morgan stood on the landing pad with the graceful precision of an automaton, checking her datapad which she then handed to her droid assistant, a protocol droid, an LOM-series which would fit in well with the aesthetics of the Geonosian workers who continued the construction around them. She wore a black and gold dress that almost seemed to compliment the metallic droid or vice versa. She would wait for Major Amsel to debark and then begin the tour.

[member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[Arlox]

Arlox was already in installation-08, with a good chunk of Apex already there as well, hanging around and doing their own thing. Arlox wanted to live up to the expectations of a Commander for Apex, so he had to feel out the simulations, training programs and firing ranges it offered. He wanted to know the full potential of what the place offered so he could train any organic fully. He was accompanied by a mechanic of Apex who seemed to already know everything about installation-08, he was breaking each simulation and training program down for Arlox to understand, one in particular interested him, there was one training program that focused on two aspects of droids, one that are ensured with quality and ones that are made for quantity. Arlox was pretty good at taking solo opponents, but he seemed to lack the speed to take out groups of enemies at the same time.

Arlox told the mechanic he wanted to test the quantity training program, and the mechanic stood behind a console while Arlox entered the training room, soon enough a light from the top covered the entire room into light for Arlox to see, the training room was quite spacious. The floor started to shift a bit for a couple of pods to come through, and when opened a training droid came out. Arlox waited for this process to complete and counted as each droid came out, he counted up to 40. The mechanic said "Okay. 40 should be a good starter for you, now... I'm going to-" but Arlox didn't wait, he already had his hammer with him and started crushing the droids with his hammer, swinging left and right whenever he saw an opening at a droid, through some openings when he slashed a hammer, he also used his body as a weapon such as simply punching them down or when the force of the hammer made some droids fell down, he stomped on them. He was getting into it and having too much fun, until he finally heard the mechanic say "Stop stop!"

Arlox stepped out of the training room to see what the mechanic wanted, he said "Congratulations Commander... you just destroyed 16 defenseless training droids, they weren't even activated..." Arlox looked back in the training room, to see that the droids weren't moving at all, one collapsed to the ground however. Arlox then said "Uh... make that 17." the mechanic shaked his head, saying "You really are a brute, huh..." Arlox laughed at the mechanic's comment, and said "Hell yeah, that's why they hired me." Arlox walked along with the mechanic to look at the rest of what the facility had to offer, so far, he was liking it.

 

[Malok]

GOLBAH CITY
Executive Office, Independence Centre

Darth Metus was no stranger to working "alone."

As a Mandalorian, he often operated outside of the now-defunct Clans' rule. His attention, missions, and motivations were his own. And as a Sith, that trend lived on. Despite the fact that marriage evermore aligned his kin with [member="Darth Carnifex"] directly, Darth Metus did not serve as a direct subordinate. He was scarcely present for the Empire's first conquest, nor was he present for their assault upon the Dominion. In a word, the Sith Lord fancied himself a Wild Card - only to be called when the situation demanded his full attention. In decades past, this meant rallying to the undisputed call of a Mand'alor. But now?

When the Eclipse arrives, so too would Metus' presence on the battlefield.

But until that day came, the Sith Lord would walk his own path. Just as before, his motivations were his own. And his attention was upon the mantle of Vicelord. Thus did he call a meeting, flexing the "authority" of this newfound role. He reached out over the HoloNet and comms, personally requesting the presences of those most like him. Sith who had found themselves in the Southern Systems. Darth Metus did not dare deceive himself into thinking that these souls would ever, even as a front, adopt the mantle of Dark Jedi. Furthermore, he did not dare think that the various worlds would be...at ease knowing that more than one Sith populated the budding Confederacy.

In order for his vision to come to fruition, a place had to be carved out for his extended kin. His brothers and sisters - the Sith - needed a home away from home. Thus had he devised a concept that he hoped would see them satisfied. Wholly. He awaited their arrival within the confines of his office. It was freshly inhabited, and therefore only had a single desk, a chair for him to occupy, and a crimson carpet which stretched across the room. In time, he would bring some semblance of flair to the room. But it would not this day.

[member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Darth Interitus"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"], [member="Erimentha Nightshade"]

 

[Malok]

What the facility had to offer next was Quality.

Located only a short distance from the...grotesque display of organic-on-synthetic violence...was the firing range. As the Ma'alkerrite rounded the corner with the mechanic, he would be greeted by the sounds of blasters scorching the air. A line of B1 Battle Droids would be the first sight - each standing in a neat line whilst unleashing hell upon a number of targets. As for what those targets were exactly? Well. Typically. And I mean typically they were durasteel cutouts or holograms.

But today, some idiot got his wires crossed and ended up bolted onto one of the mobile targets.

Don't ask me how. I don't know either.

So, the behemoth would see a single B1, designation 0308, shrieking in terror as the bolts systematically tore him apart.

"No. NO! NOO! I can't feel my leg. I CAN'T FEEL MY LEG!!"

[member="Arlox"], [member="Morgan Redeaux"]

 

[IT-88]

Port Galaar

88 exited a CIS transport shuttle from Geonosis here in Golbah City. He was to report to his unit at Installation 8. Under orders, he had little time to dottle, but he systematically archived everything he saw, installing a mapped readout of the city as he moved along his route. Hopefully he could get the whole system uploaded to his blacknet server and could use it whenever he needed.

Arriving at the exit, 88 hailed a cab, << Installation 8, please,>>


@Anyone

 

[B1-1313]

Firing Range

Standing in the row of B1's, 1313 was amongst the droids blindly blasting their fellow synthetic apart.

Hehe, I got him in the leg! that was me!

The sergeant droid took aim again after garnering a few chorts and laughs from the others, Pew Pew Pew, I'll buy the next oil change of whoever get him in the bolts!

[member="B1-0308"] [member="Arlox"] [member="Morgan Redeaux"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Hawks Nest (Cantina near Port)

Aedan sighed as he watched various cantina goers from an upstairs room that had one way plexi glass paneling along one wall allowing him to look down into his cantina. Around half the people in the cantina were his clan and they served as security for the rather large area that it took up as well as a place for him to plan any such items that he may be required to by Darth Metus. As of now the young man was just making sure the cantina was operating fully as well as issuing orders for one of his booze carrying freighters to make a stop and drop off a large portion of its cargo bays before heading out to restock. Leaning back with a sigh the young man drank from the bottle of brandy that sat in a small cooling unit built into his desk as the boss he would always have a drink on hand if he needed it.

 

[Progflaw99]

Outer Rim \\ Arkanis Sector \\ Geonosis​

FIV Hermes \\ Upsilon-class Shuttle​

Locale \\ Golbah City Limits​

​

The voyage had been tedious, flitting between Alliance patrols and avoiding heavily traveled worlds. The fact he'd been traveling in a singular shuttle had made things somewhat easier and certainly drew less attention than a battle fleet would have. Even so, they'd nearly been picked up once, barely managing to outrun the patrol by turning back inwards towards Alliance space to send them off the trail. A tense few moments indeed, Rolf noted. He was used to the rigors of combat - on the ground. Zipping around the galaxy in a shuttle waiting for the pressurized hull to pop wasn't exactly the Colonel's idea of fun, then again consults weren't exactly supposed to be fun.

As the commanding officer of the Fortan's FIST, officially designated the First Imperial Shock Trooper legion, Rolf had been assigned several of the missions. Each time he'd negotiated fairly advantageous contracts, weapons vendors eager to take advantage of the First Order's extensive wealth. There had been a faulty product here and there, but for the most part Rolf knew exactly what would and wouldn't be practical on the field of battle. It was his skill with word, his experience in combat, and his winning personality that had landed him this gig. No doubt it was also an effort on behalf of High Command to keep him off the battlefront and ease him back into the swing of things. Admittedly, nothing had been quite the same since the battle on Mustafar. Suffering grievous injuries, several of his internal organs had been replaced by artificial organs and while it hadn't made him any less Rolf, in some respects he certainly felt it had.

Pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind, his eyes peered out of the viewport of the cockpit, his hands gently grasping the in-cabin handles as they made their descent towards the surface of Geonosis. It was a quick descent, the shuttle swooping in low over the horizon before evening out and heading for the predetermined coordinates. Only a short few moments later the shuttle had landed, the Colonel's feet treading down the boarding ramp. Clad in typical Imperial fashion, Rolf sported his official uniform, complemented by a sidearm at his waist. Flanking him on either side were two men of the FIST, their pristine armor glinting in the sunlight as it beat down upon their backs. Once disembarked they were to meet a representative - presumably the figure ahead. A woman by the looks of it.

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]​

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin often used decoys to confuse those who sought to execute her out in the open, and the droid was no exception. Of course, she waited for the leggy blonde HRD to usher in Major Amsel, but once they were in the lobby of the building only known as Installation-08, she dismissed the droid in the black and gold, metallic dress.

Not feeling the need to overly explain the change in schedule, the Hapan executive greeted the First Order Commander with a sharp handshake. “I know the Southern Systems is not the most attractive sector of the galaxy, but I’ve made it my home for years. Kamino has the best scientists and Bothawui holds so much promise in terms of spies. It’s a good area in which to work upon special projects.” Cloning, experimental drugs, slave conditioning - you name it, the Hapan had done it and all near the Corellian run.

But she paused, not wanting to crowd the air with her own triumphs as she knew the First Order was a powerful entity and very much cared to hear from Major Amsel on what the Confederacy could do to help the First Order.

“Tell me a little bit about your operations in the Outer Rim?” she asked, her freckled face catching the last square of light until the installation swallowed them into the dark. “I’m sure what you will see today is nothing you haven’t seen before, so I'd much rather hear battle stories than discuss square footage and the size of regimental showers."

[member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Golbah City
Independence Centre, going to the Executive Office

This desert planet had become a haven of sort to Akabane. It wasn't like him to like such a place, as a man of nature he wouldn't usually spend his time here freely. Somehow he found himself doing so. He didn't really like traveling back and forth often leading to his decision to stay on Geonosis for awhile. The decision was rewarding in a way. Work was always available, if not from the Confederacy he could help locals. Previous experiences weren't like it.

Akabane walked throughout the newly built Golbah City. His eyes wondered around in every direction in awe. Golbah City was a masterpiece, he knew of a capital being planned to be built but didn't expect it to be constructed in only a few months. This feat was proof of how fearsome the Confederacy was. He continued scanning the city he traveled through until his comm buzzed. This voice... he knew right away the voice came from his master. Considering Akabane was still inexperienced in the ways of the sith, he couldn't think of a reason why he would be needed. However, he started walking towards the Independence Centre.

The building was the scariest part of Golbah City to him. This is where leaders decided the fate of everyone below them. Akabane liked it nonetheless. He proceeded to enter the tower and go up to his master's office. Knocking before going inside, he would wait for permission and then enter. Akabane stopped for a moment to look around the room, before stepping forward. "Hey." he said while leaning against a clear wall with arms crossed. Leaning against walls with his arms crossed was a habit of his, though rude especially in a well made room.

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Only mildly to his surprise, the figure at the end of the walkway was in fact - not human. A fairly convincing HRD, it had taken the Colonel a second look before he caught the subtle variations in movement and behavior but even then he wasn't quite certain of his assumption. Nodding politely, he followed the HRD farther into the facility, finally arriving at what appeared to be a lobby of some sort. The few troopers who followed in his wake holstered their blasters. This was intended to be a friendly visit - putting their hosts on edge would certainly be the first in a series of missteps should they wish to conduct any sort of business.

He didn't have long to wait before a woman appeared, approaching the small group directly. As he was about to speak greeting himself when the woman opened with her own words and extended a hand to him. At a loss as to what else to do he returned the handshake firmly as he met the woman's eye. She seemed friendly enough and as long as she was authorized to make agreements on behalf of the CIS, he had no reservations. It wasn't quite like any of the other negotiation and consultations he'd been on - but then again he'd never been this far out of First Order space either. The woman was right about one thing, the Southern Systems weren't exactly traditional.

The Colonel waved off his escort, their armored forms nodding before taking a few steps back where they would wait patiently. As for Rolf, he had yet to fully understand where exactly he was or who exactly he was talking to, questions easily answered if he were but to utter them.

"There's certainly nothing like it." He said, agreeing. "Colonel Amsel at your service. Glad to be here...?"​

​

Almost an inquiry as he hinted at a name. He always found it easier to converse when both parties were able to address each other by name. As her words moved to business, he cracked a smile. He wasn't much one for small talk, though he clumsily made attempts on occasion - [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] would no doubt agree. He was however glad to be cutting through much of the theatrical endeavors some of the trips he'd been on had turned into.

"Certainly, the details are always hashed out by High Command - but I think we can share some of our concerns regarding the Outer Rim. You're familiar with the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium?" he asked. ​

​

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]​

 

[Darth Kentarch]

GOLBAH CITY
Executive Office, Independence Centre

​Darth Kentarch was impressed with the architectural achievement that was the newly built Golbah City. He had hoped that when [member="Darth Metus"] commissioned this place it was close to the legendary gladiator arenas of Geonosis, to which Kentarch was always a fan of death matches. But now was not the time for the leisure activity of watching people kill each other for sport. Instead he had a meeting with Metus himself on the future of the Southern Systems and his place as Sith in exile in it.

In exile I will rebuild my power-base, my influence will reach across the galaxy.

Until that day came, Kentarch was a Rogue Sith on the run. The Consequence of being a rebel and not bending the knee to Kaine and his lackeys. Metus had reached out to him via the Holo-net, requesting his presence as a like minded individual, someone who walked his own path and had his own ambitions. Right now his assets which were embattled in the Dominion against the newly formed Sith Empire. His mercenaries and intelligence agency needed a new home, a new refuge.

Eventually he was escorted by a protocol droid to Metus's office. Everything was brand new, he walked across the crimson carpet and gave a bow to the man behind the desk. "It is an honor Darth Metus. After receiving your message I decided to hear what you have to say, as there is much to discuss."

 

[Malok]

Now, they say the Stormtroopers have bad aim.

So, for the sake of comparison, one of the B1s must have been drinking their Imperial Oil this morning, because a single bolt went wildly off course. It nailed 0308 right in the restraint, causing his damaged chassis to fall to the ground. He shrieked...and found a blaster from one of the targets within arms reach.

LETS SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!

He yanked the blaster into his hands, took aim, and let loose a few bolts back at his peers.

He must've been an Imperial too, because his shots went just as wild.

Nevertheless, he kept shooting.

Pew. Pew.

[member="Arlox"], [member="B1-1313"]

 

[Malok]

Even now that the summons was made, the Vicelord yet mused over how he would present this notion. He knew that, like himself, his extended kin were creatures of ambition. They needed room to grow, room to expand, and room to control. They needed the Freedom to be themselves without feeling as if they are on a leash. To come remotely close to restraining a Sith was to invite being bitten; Darth Metus knew this fact intimately. As such, what he had in mind was not a restriction at all. It was something that he truly believed would be the best option for the wayward Sith of the South. It was something that, if offered to him, he would take.

Thus did the meeting begin.

First to arrive was [member="Akabane Jarvik"]. He...acted in a manner befitting his age and background. Straightway, he greeted the Sith Lord casually and took a place leaning beside the far wall. A half chuckle escaped Darth Metus' lips, for he was not offended by the move. In fact...he was reminded of just how crass he was at that age. He was reminded of the hard lessons he had to learn; especially when he stepped on the toes of "bigger fish." Life had turned a knucklehead into a Vicelord, and now the Sith had an opportunity to do the same for Akabane. He was devoted to instructing the young man in his Path - the way of a Sith. The way of Darth Metus.

But first.

"Your place is at my side, Akabane. Stand here." he said simply. He would not rob the young man of his youthful, casual attitude just yet. For now, standing at the side of his Master would do. Then. By the time Akabane could make his way over, the next arrival made his way into the office. [member="Darth Kentarch"] was cut from the same cloth as Darth Metus, in that they were both "Wild Cards." They did not kneel to the mainstream, Sith regimes. They did not participate in their schemes or downfalls. Rather. They built up their own interests. However, in the case of Kentarch, those interests were at risk. The Dominion was at war with the Sith Empire - and that meant a fresh start was in order.

A fresh start in the Southern Systems.

"You have my thanks for making this journey, Darth Kentarch. They honor is mine. I do believe what I have to offer will be to your liking. What I present is an opportunity to build a base of might within the Confederacy and for you to be the guiding hand of a few generation of Sith. What I present is known as the Executors - a budding branch of the freshly formed, local Knighthood. I offer you the ability to shape this Branch as you see fit...What say you? Does this intrigue you enough to continue?"

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin’s only recent experience with the First Order was Kyrel Ren’s attempt to blackmail her - successful, though she loathed to even admit it to herself. In contrast, Colonel Amsel was like a clean breath of oxygen in a sulfur mine. Everything was noted and tucked away for further assessment - his escorts, his uniform, the ship, even any armaments he may have had upon his person.

“My name is Tmoxin Temi. My title is…” She paused as it was no longer Commander of the Blood Monarchs or even Executive Sponsor of the Techno Union. Yes it would take some getting used to, but Darth Metus was counting on her to lead and train the Force users here in their burgeoning area up and down the Corellian Run. “High Justice of the Geonosian Knights.” A smirk tugged at one corner of her crimson lips. “The laws I enforce as those regulated by each planet, not necessarily the Confederacy as a whole.”

Since the CIS was on the edge of Wild Space, there was a Wild West aspect to how each world governed compared to another. While some embraced slavery, others had outlawed it. Democracy flourished and as long as peace was maintained, dictators... even criminals would not be disturbed by the Knights.

“I’m afraid I’ve been a recluse over the last year, focused on dissolving the Techno Union and other pursuits, so please enlighten me on the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium. I hope it’s not contagious,” she joked.

As they spoke, she would lead Colonel Amsel around Installation-08, not pausing much to elaborate on the surroundings as it was clear the officer had seen his share of barracks and military facilities.

[member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[B1-1313]

Firing Range

Lucky and the others were laughing and having a grand 'ole time until [member="B1-0308"] got free and started returning fire. The others ducked for cover, Lucky wasn't so 'lucky' as he took a bolt to the vocalizer, screwing with the wiring.

<<Meesuh don' tink dis be a goood idea standin' here'suh!>>

Holding his neck, he dove for cover, firing blindly as he did. The bolts hitting a birb that flew by, one scoring a Geo in the giblets. All around Chaos on par with typical B1 antics.

 

[Grace Darkson]

There was something about the new city, combined with the Geonosian sun and the alien background of spires and cavernous entrances that looked off to Grace. As she made her way from the spaceport, she couldn't shake the idea that this place wasn't meant to exist. Geonosis was a planet of hives and cities buried away from the scorching heat. The monuments to the pride of the outside galaxy were not what one expected to find here. But in a way, it fit this reborn CIS. This new government that sought to bring order to the lawless, chaotic Southern Systems. The hatred of Slavery, of corruption, of lawlessness was something the region didn't have, something that didn't seem to belong. Whether it was arrogance or simply idealism, they sought to make the area a better place.

That wasn't why Grace was here.

The comm message she had rerouted from Castle Bast was interesting. It offered a haven from the reigning Dark Lord, a place to rebuild what she had lost in the Dominion's fall. It offered a place to learn and grow, without the threat of the Jedi trying to stop her, or superiors watching for her to become too powerful.

She wondered how the leadership balanced being Sith with their message of freedom and hope. After all, how many Sith empires were built on the backs of slaves?

The message had said to come here, to the heart of this growing nation. They were here already. She could feel it. As she slowly made her way to the Executive Office, she felt the very air fill with the Dark Side's signature feeling of dread. She relished it, drinking in the coppery taste of fearful power. Yes, this was the place. It would be good to be among those of her ilk again. As she stepped into the room, she could see she was late. One figure, a tall man built like a juggernaut, spoke of Executioners and Knights. She tilted her head to one side, listening from just inside the doorway. Part of her said she knew the other Sith Lord in the room. He felt familiar, like someone she had known in the Dominion, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She would know later.

When the man finished, she stepped forward, finally making her presence known. A small bow was given to the tall figure before her, but she said little. "Darth Metus, I presume?"

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Akabane Jarvik"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Cairyn Midore"]

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Ah, Geonosis. Home to a lot of sand and bug people and really not much else. That didn't stop Cairyn from wondering around as enthusiastically as his usual energy permitted. Everything about Cairyn, from the way he swung his arms to the gentle hum of no particular key, was a prime example of the childlike persona that had become his public image. Griz, as darling as ever, prowled at his side, far less inclined than her master to ignore whatever stares the twosome received in their wondering. The nexu was far more willing to meet their stares head on while as the Teevan opted to at least feign obliviousness.

In their wondering, they came across the meeting. Cairyn stood in the doorway for several moments, taking in the scene with a vacant stare before shuddering as he snapped into focus, a bright grin spreading across his face. "Oh, geez, am I interrupting something?"

[member="Lady Psyona"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Akabane Jarvik"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"]​