Populate Horsemen of the Apocalypse | Dark Side Elite | DE Populate of Ord Mantell

[Sinestra]

Dark Empire Populate of Ord Mantell​

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Stone Cities,
Bogan

The galaxy arched overhead like a celestial river, its myriad of stars cascading across the heavens and painting the surface of Bogan with a silver tapestry of light. Against the distant, flickering stars, Tython loomed over the Stone Cities of Bogan. The planet casted shadows across structures of weathered stone stood sentinel-like, their once-imposing forms now worn smooth by the relentless passage of time.

The air, thin and crisp, breezed through the cracks of the ancient chamber in which the Dark Side Elite gathered. The Emperor's Chosen. Each vastly different from the other, but each an instrument of the Emperor's will all the same. A holotable in the middle projected an interactive map of the Core. On its tangible surface a few datachips laid sprawled—valuable navigational copies from the Hyperspace Navigator's Guild, courtesy of the Executor and the Imperial Navy from the sacking of Teta.

As the gathered individuals settled, Sinestra's voice cut through the silence, commanding attention. "We convene today by the Emperor's decree," the seer began, her eyes shifting from one elite to the other, "to disclose all findings and actionable intelligence each of us may have gathered and plot our next courses of action in His Name. His Highness demands a fruitful outcome from this meeting."

Ibaris Varanin Aphon Vorm Sahar Kaleb Sunwalker Amena Kader​

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Operation: Nightfall
Convention at Carlac

 

[Vorm]

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Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Tags: Sinestra Ibaris Varanin Aphon Sahar Kaleb Sunwalker Amena Kader

Location: Stone Cities, Bogan.
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Time slowed down as Vorm stood in the deep black shadows of the stone walls surrounding him, looking up at the planet Tython. Decades ago he was up there, in Tython's orbit, fighting under the banner of the Brotherhood of the Maw, defending a superweapon whose broken remains still floated around the planet. A lifetime ago, he survived.

He looks down on the ground, kicks a stone as he contemplates the past. His mutations allowed him an unusually long lifespan – he barely aged since then, not that it meant any good for his hideous outlook. He was healthy enough, and that's all that mattered to him. This interim period in the dark warrior's life was spent killing, looting and running, all for self-serving purposes. Back when the Brotherhood fell, the weight of failure crushed him, and almost overnight he lost contact with his fellow Ren, in part by fate, in part by design. Hedonistic aimlessness gripped him, until a Dark Voice spoke to him.

He looks now at the ominous stone building into which he was ordered by the revenant Darth Solipsis , to once again become part of something greater than himself. So he lumbers forth, with a frayed hood covering his face, and all of his possessions thrown into a roughly hewn backpack. Also upon his back is his rust-coated battle-axe, with only a torn red-and-black poncho covering his scarred chest. A strange but mild odor is emanating from his backpack.

The brute props his axe against the entrance wall and arrives to the meeting just as Sinestra begins to speak.

As the gathered individuals settled, Sinestra's voice cut through the silence, commanding attention. "We convene today by the Emperor's decree," the seer began, her eyes shifting from one elite to the other, "to disclose all findings and actionable intelligence each of us may have gathered and plot our next courses of action in His Name. His Highness demands a fruitful outcome from this meeting."

Lit from beneath by the neon-blue lights of the holotable, the former Ren listens obediently to the words of the Mirialan. This is all new to him, he thinks, as he stares down the others gathered around the projection. He is no orator, nor does he believe himself to be much of a spy. Or any degree of a spy, really. He knows very well that he best functions as a battering ram, a force to push the enemy to the side, and he is more than content with that knowledge. Still, the Emperor's demands were clear, and so he did what he could. He steps closer to the holotable, and speaks first.

– Name's Vorm. – He grunts. – I was supposed to buy black-market info for our expansion effort, but things got complicated. – Amid clattering sounds he removes his backpack, plops it on the ground. – There is a weird planet just outside our... current borders. Its name is Erebos. There's talk of some powerful tech … and a rarely visited civ. All very vague, I know, but it's promising. – Vorm bends, reaches down into the backpack, and produces the severed head of an Ithorian. It shows surprisingly few signs of decomposition. – The chip's in there. Don't worry, I froze it, so it won't smell too much.
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[Alicia Drey]

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"For the present, the more covert we remain, the more influence we can have."
-- Darth Tenebrous.

Location: Stone Cities, Bogan.
Tags: Ibaris Varanin Aphon Vorm Sahar Kaleb Sunwalker Amena Kader Sinestra

It had been difficult to secure a place at this meeting.

The Dark Side Elite were a clandestine organisation in service to the Galactic Emperor Darth Solipsis . In his bid for revenge and power Solipsis' had organized the Force-sensitives that served him into two paradigms. On one hand laid the Dark Side Elite and on the other served the New Sith Order. The latter were made up of the followers of the dark side who took up the maxim of the Sith Code whereas the others were an assortment of different gathered sects and creeds brought together into one, indomitable organisation to serve as the blunt weapons, enforcers, or the number of other roles that their Master required of them, each unique and different to the Sith who had also joined him on Carlac.

Therefore, when Darth Ayra had made efforts to gain a seat at this gathering on Bogan, it had initially been declined. The matters of the Dark Side Elite were only of the concerns to the members of the NSO when they deemed it necessary. Although on the surface the Dark Empire (as a collective faction) were fashioned beneath the indomitable will of the self-proclaimed Sith'ari and his vision for the Galaxy there was also the truth. Politics were always going to be rife inside any faction. Even one that served the will of the likes of Darth Solipsis. Indeed, it was only because most feared him, or were inspired by his message and cause, that the likes of Ayra and those within the Dark Side Elite could come together under one banner in the first place.

But even Solipsis could not fix the under currents of hostility that existed in the ranks. To the likes of Amena Kader the Sith were a liability: a selfish people who only served themselves. Ayra had felt the burning vitriol of the former Imperial Knight turned Inquisitor during their attack on a mining facility on Ord Cantrell. She had spared Kader that day because she had bigger fish to fry, as the saying goes, and in Ayra's conceited mind there was no room for ego. But if Amena Kader was anything comparable to go by Ayra suspected that when it came to the Dark Side Elite that was always going to be a level of scrutiny. Some infallible stereotype that was always going to be there no matter what was done, and it was deserved.

In the seventy plus years since the Sith Empire first returned to the Galaxy- emerging from it's fortress worlds found in the Stygian Caldera- over a dozen Star Wars had come about only to falter and die. Whereas the One Sith destroyed the Old Republic the Galactic Alliance would rise to take it's place. In between their invasions the Sith had been dragged into more civil wars that had crippled the original paradigms that had been followed in the first place: the pursuit to destroy the Jedi and to establish rule across the stars. If there were members of the Dark Side Elite who saw the Sith as failures then it was hard to argue against it because in the mind of Darth Ayra she was in complete agreement.

The power of the dark side had been diluted by too many, and in this it had lost it's potency. It was why the Jedi survived the likes of Voracitos, Varanin, Ardel, Lussk...

...Carnifex...

...Solipsis?

In the twilight of Tython's star the cloaked figure of Darth Ayra traversed the Stone Cities on the march to the Dark Side Elite. So, how had the former One Sith acquired a seat at this meeting if her original request had been declined? It was upon some closer examination that, perhaps, the Sith Lord who now walked the streets of Bogan had more to offer than the usual narcissism, or psychopathy associated with her creed. Since Operation: Absolution Ayra had been busy. Such had been the ferocity of her work that it seemed someone in the ISB had tipped the group that bringing Ayra into this meeting- considering it's agenda- was worth the reward despite the fact that she was not a member of the Dark Side Elite.

Not one of these Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

The guttural, almost docile tones of Vorm echoed through the hallway as Darth Ayra continued her march. Clack. Clack. Clack. Heels clacked along these grey, dark floors of the structure that the Dark Side Elite had gathered in. Before she emerged from the darkness of the hallway and into the room Ayra pressed her finger against her left ear to activate the ear plug that hung there. Purposefully, she then raised her palms to the cowl of her robe, and lowered the hood. Well practiced, and timed to disguise initial movement as the means to reveal her face while the ear plug situated in her left ear was concealed behind the long, flowing strands of blonde hair which hung from Ayra's injured scalp. It was still bloodied, and scarred from her duel with Vulpesen on Tython.

There would be no underestimating this group. They were dangerous, and powerful. The selected few hand chosen and brought into the plans of Solipsis. Every word, and action taken here would have to be carefully measured. Which was why Ayra focused on the Art of Small. In her public dealings on Lianna, as the Staff Director of the New Imperial Security Bureau, Ayra often dealt with the Force-sensitive Inquisitors and Hands of the Emperor Velran Kilran while maintaining her disguise and it was the same here with this council of former Knights, Seers, mad-men and freaks.

The only difference, of course, was that they knew she was Sith unlike their Imperial cousins.

Or so Ayra was led to believe.

As Vorm finished his explanation and removed the Ithorians head Ayra said nothing to the group. She merely took her place at the end of the table quietly undisturbed by the being nor the head in his hand. In her silence Ayra would be granted a few precious minutes, perhaps an hour, of careful and quiet observation of this group of freaks as they conversed, plotted and schemed together on Tython's dark moon. Inevitably the conversation would turn to her, and oh boy, did Ayra had somethings to share with them. But until then they had a lot to teach her before they turned to see what Ayra had to offer.

 

[Kaleb Sunwalker]

Location: Bogan, Stone Cities
Tags: Sinestra Aphon Vorm Alicia Drey Sahar Amena Kader


How long had it been since he had been captured? Days, weeks, months? He didn't know. All time seemed to be a big blur, all he could remember was his duel against the Jedi among Tython, and after the duel there was nothing but darkness. What he could recall was Stormtroopers grabbing him by his arms, and a shadowy figure directing the troops. Orders were given to keep Kaleb alive and prepped for interrogation. There were several bouts of going back and forth in and out of consciousness. His body was tired, exhausted. He was barely granted rest during the ordeal between the holocron heist at the temple to the duel with the Jedi, it had all happened so fast. When Kaleb was left to the darkness did a deep slumber welcome him.

This respite wouldn't last. The next time he was greeted was by his cell doors opening, two stormtroopers followed with what looked to be an intimidating figure. Kaleb tried to make a motion to move, but quickly he had found himself within the confines of an Imperial torture chair. The figure introduced itself, and while what began to be an intimidating conversation changed drastically. If Kaleb didn't respond in a manner that pleased the figure, the figure took great pleasure in testing the capabilities of the torture chair. Kaleb often subjected to hours of brutal electrocution, his mind was often probed by the figure via the Force if it had felt that Kaleb was hiding something.

Indeed he was hiding something. The Stygian Codex, the lost Holocron of Darth Solipsis stolen by a Jedi Knight from the Temple on Coruscant. Through hours and days of ruthless interrogation would he not yield the Holocron to the Imperials. No matter how painful his mind felt splitting apart through ruthless probing, did Kaleb continue to resist. This was how it was. Sometimes the torture methods were too brutal to recollect, much less describe. The Force could be used for terrible uses, combined with Imperial persuasion than Kaleb was left to a Hell he had never known.

Questioning, and even more questioning as Kaleb both body and spirit was wrought with pain. He often whispered something the Holocron had said to him, something to get him through the pain. "Mercy.... Mercy is a lie a delusion of the weak to make themselves strong... I ask not for mercy." He would often repeat in a mantra to himself through gritted teeth. Finally did the beaten kath hound dare to bite back, as through another intense interrogation did the beaten, exhausted Kaleb would tap into a dark surge of power. Unlike before the dark energy was raw, ferocious, unyielding. Unleashed across his cell causing the Stormtroopers heads to turn until a snap heard. Kaleb attempted to lash out at the figure, only for the Force to close around his windpipe and lifting him above the floor of his cell. He was slammed several times into the wall, until darkness took him.

Days had passed with Kaleb left to wallow in his anger. The door finally opened, and instead of another round of torture, or interrogations was the appearance of Ibaris Varanin who had congratulated him on making it thus far. She had whispered into his ear that his secret was safe with her, and in his new quarters assuring no one else but her was aware of the Holocron. Kaleb's eyes widened slightly before he collapsed to his hands and knees. The woman commanded for him to get up, telling him that there was much work to do within the Empire. Before he could even ask, she would direct him to a case that opened to reveal a body glove, obsidian armor plates, utility belt, a Zeyd-cloth armorweave cape, the inside of which was a dark red, reminding the fallen Jedi of blood while the outside was as dark as the rest of the armor. She spoke of watching him carefully, implying that he would do best to serve well in this new Empire, before the troopers would wait.

Kaleb would adjust slowly to his new Imperial standard robes and armor, a set made uniquely for him among the Dark Side Elite. A voice would slowly began to whisper. It sounded similar to the voice of the Holocron, albeit very different. What he could understand from the dark whispers were "Emperor" and "Dark Disciple." His mind slowly began to open up to what felt like a new connection entirely. With his armor into place, his zeyd-cloth cape adjusted to his liking would Kaleb open the door away from his Imperial quarters and began to follow the Stormtroopers escorting him.

Kaleb followed his escort slowly through the darkness. The Stormtroopers stopped at the opening, taking position to stand guard as Kaleb would enter into a stone chamber. He would see a large table, on that table was a holoprojected map of the Galaxy. He could see a green skinned woman at the head of it all. Was she the one leading all of this, there were a couple more figures. What looked to be a hulking beast of a man, and the other a mysterious woman that was enveloped by the darkness. A strange one.

Kaleb himself felt out of sorts. His zeyd-cloth cape billowed upon his entry into the room in a confident stride. He felt lingering pain throughout his body, frustration and anger wracked his mind. Still he didn't know how to present himself. "Sunwalker here. I am..." Kaleb paused momentarily. There was still part of him that deluded himself into thinking he was still a Jedi. The realization that he was becoming something more than the limitations of the Jedi were growing. He cleared his throat. "I was a Knight of the New Jedi Order. I'm not sure what use I can be... I do know extensively of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and I was one that collected "dark artifacts" for the Jedi Archives."​

 

[Sinestra]

Sinestra blinked.

The Ithorian's decapitated head may very well be the best testament to Vorm's role among the rest of the Emperor's Chosen. A mutant who very likely was the most physically dominant Elite among the Elites, but was as equally...odd.

The surprise on the seer's face face turned mildly sour when she caught the cloaked figure of Lord Ayra in the corner of her eye; she held no particular love, nor distaste for her Emperor's Creed, but rather wariness. They were shrouded in mystery and exuded an air of inevitable threat.

Ayra's presence was hardly welcomed, but Sinestra would not be the one to openly show it.

"Sunwalker here. I am..."

The seer's eyes narrowed at the newcomer. His face and name's familiarity stretched beyond her visions. A man from her— Halsia Myr's past. A Jedi who she had vaguely known.

"I was a Knight of the New Jedi Order. I'm not sure what use I can be... I do know extensively of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and I was one that collected "dark artifacts" for the Jedi Archives."

"An Ithorian's... head and blueprints to the Jedi Temple—both would serve His Highness well. We can revisit them later." she nodded, then raised an eyebrow turning to the rest, "Surely there's more findings to be reported?"

Kaleb Sunwalker Aphon Vorm Alicia Drey Sahar Amena Kader​

 

[Prowler]

Tags: Kaleb Sunwalker Alicia Drey Vorm Aphon Sahar Amena Kader

On the dimly lit meeting Chamber, a gaseous shadow-like alien moves with an otherworldly grace, concealed from the perceptions of others by the blanket of light that bent to its will. Its form, a swirling mass of dark vapors, seems to shift and undulate with every step, blending seamlessly into the shadows that dance along the walls. Stopping midst the penumbra of the meeting Chamber itself, the alien prowled, for lack of a better word, among the participants before perching himself as close as he could manage to the side of seer of the meeting. A Mirialian. Sinestra

His unseen eyes scanned the chamber and its inhabitants in-depth. As the meeting continued Prowler could only ponder the configuration of such a team of darkside servants. The group before him was as diverse as a backwater cantina. Peoples of various cultures and species united under the service and empowerment of the Emperor himself. A great honor for those that believed in such ideals. The gaseous cloaked entity before them was not such a individual.

Honor was for the dead.

"An Ithorian's... head and blueprints to the Jedi Temple—both would serve His Highness well. We can revisit them later." she nodded, then raised an eyebrow turning to the rest, "Surely there's more findings to be reported?"

At these words, the prompting for Prowler to join in on the conversation was at a que. From the void a voice sounded that came out astute and collected. A voice the reflected a being of calculation and strategy.

" Prowler. Reporting in. There is a... development on Ithor that is.. questionable in nature. Rumors of a patch of diseased jungle on the planet that has been slowly growing over the years. The locals call it, The Blight. I am here to inform you all of my direct findings." Materializing seemingly out of the void adjacent to Sinestra, the shape of small metallic data chip was unveiled and tossed telekinetically onto the holotable. " The Blight stretches roughly 100 kilometers in all directions and is hostile to all ... living species of flesh that enter past its threshold. Its borders are ripe with bones, decay and death. Ithors primary star has no reach into this area of jungle as it is too dense. I also observed several cave entrances, but I was...not able to... enter. Aside from the details of a potential darksider living in this region, All other details are on.. data chip." Prowler ended abruptly in a awkward manner.

 

[Amena Kader]

VIPER
STONE CITIES | BOGAN
TAG: Sinestra | Vorm | Kaleb Sunwalker | Alicia Drey | Ibaris Varanin | Aphon | Sahar | Prowler

PART V​

Tython had finally removed the last of Amena's humanity.

Loss of limb at the hands of snot-nosed Padawan would do that to you. At least the kid didn't get off lightly either and she now had a mark on her head. Amena would collect it sooner rather than later. The Viper had been sure to get a name. Lily Decoria would bow...or break.

A mechanical hand clenched as she marched toward the gathering. The doctors didn't want to let her go just yet, but they would have a better time confining the Emperor to a bed to heal. It still felt surreal, the ghost of where everything was. Now replaced by synthetics and metal. Thank the stars for her ever present black gloves of her uniform.

Hopefully something useful comes from this meeting.

She was eager to share what her men had gotten from inside the temple on Tython, the disc now securely in her position despite her turn in the medical bay. If they could utilise the information, it could be a boon for the Empire and one less for the Alliance and their allies.

She had remained in the shadows, listening to others speak, until her eye caught one who had entered and her ire spiked immediately. Alicia Drey had done exactly what Amena had fought so long against. She could come to terms with it if they remained in their lanes, but when their disorganisation threatened the Empire as a whole, it became a problem.

Hazel eyes hardened and narrowed at the Sith Lord as she entered while Vorm spoke. As she had dealt with this woman before, she wasn't fooled by the diminished presence that she suddenly exuded. Even though they now supposedly served the same man, the Inquisitor's hand still twitched to remove this Sith from the face of the Galaxy.

But she bit her tongue.

Instead, she turned her attention back to the rest as they spoke. When the void that was Prowler had finished speaking, the Kandaran Viper moved forward.
"If you don't know who I am, you shouldn't be here." she started flatly, whipping out the datadisc and placing it on the table. "I recovered information on a planet that seems to be of some interest to our enemies. Nyriaan lies just outside of our borders and holds numerous resources that could, according to that disc, give our enemies quite an advantage." she continued, pointing toward the area on the star map where the planet was located.

"Despite the obvious mineral grab that could greatly help improve the navy, there is some more obscure things on the planet that could be mined or trained to do our bidding. Amongst them, something that might be of interest." If utilised, the next bit could have devastating effects on their enemies if augmented. As a Kandaran toxicologist, Amena held some interest in this information. "A fungus known only as Falsin's Rot that seems to be of some concern to the more placid of heart, but I feel this parasite could be used on larger scale as a weapon if made more malignant." She was just about to finish when she remembered a crucial detail.

"One more thing - the atmosphere around the planet is a natural Force-negating area. On the ground, it's different, but while in the atmosphere, it can't be used. Deep cloud banks also make terrestrial-orbit communications nigh impossible." she relayed the warning. She glanced at the Mirialan Seer and gave a nod.

"I yield the floor."

 

[Sinestra]

Sinestra noted the tension stirring from Amena directed at the Sith, but said nothing.

"I see." the Mirialan said, acknowledging both detailed reports from the ghastly presence of Prowler and the sharp-tongued Inquisitor.

The pieces were coming together.

Silenced reigned for only a moment before the seer's gaze shifted to the Sith amongst them. The ISB's word on Ayra had reached the Emperor's ear and his will was their command. She was unwelcome, but impossible to ignore.

"Lord Ayra?"
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Prowler Amena Kader Vorm Alicia Drey Kaleb Sunwalker​

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tags: Sinestra Prowler Amena Kader Vorm Kaleb Sunwalker

As this band of freaks each delivered their own forms of gossip disguised as reports Ayra met the gaze of the Seer and grinned when Sinestra passed the floor to her. As she leaned off the wall Ayra turned her gaze to Amena Kader and the smirk disappeared. She understood the stare of the Inquisitor. In those eyes Ayra could see a semblance of herself and found that she quietly related with whatever it was going on behind them somewhere in the nether where the soul was.

Walking across the room towards where the holographic projector was Ayra stopped in the shadow of the mutant Vorm . Taking a moment to look up at the beast Ayra averted her gaze to the prize he had delivered to the meeting. "Nice head," Ayra quipped as she drew a datachip from her belt. Taking the moment to upload the chip onto the projector. A considerable file in size it took a couple of minutes to finish uploading before the bar indicated it had finished. When it loaded the projector begun emitting the emblem of the New Imperial Security Bureau.

Audio File: #914-251221118-231121219, Stardate: 1324, Location: Lianna, Inauguration of Velran Kilran
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As the emblem of the NISB continued to hover above Darth Ayra and the Dark Side Elite it begun to play an audio file. There were no visual images, or recordings to go alongside the sounds now being played in the hall. It was difficult to discern what exactly was being played at first as Ayra made no attempts to give context or explanation. But as the Sith returned to her place at the wall and went back to leaning up against it the audio became understandable. It's context self-explanatory. The explanation required now unnecessary as it dawned upon the gathered mutants, outcasts and freaks of the Dark Empire exactly what was now being played to them by their unwelcome guest.

Audio File #914-251221118-231121219 was a recording of a secret meeting between the old administration of Aculia Voland that had banded under her leadership to form the Empire of the Lost before her untimely disappearance last year and the new leaders that had risen up to take their place in a new government put together by a new mysterious Emperor that would late be revealed as Velran Kilran . A full transcript can be read here, but in summary:

• Voland's old guard raise considerable opposition to the crowning of a new Emperor and want to remain as the sole governing body over the Empire of the Lost.
• Velran Kilran is revealed as the mysterious Emperor behind the meeting.
• Alicia Drey plays a recording of Ignacious Korvan and Darth Solipsis to the meeting as they address the forces of the Dark Empire at the convention on Carlac. Drey uses this as a means to claim the position of Staff Director in the NISB which would put her in charge of the Lost's intelligence apparatus and security divisions.
• Maestus makes an appearance at the meeting in support of the new Emperor.
• Darth Rasnuhl reveals himself as well.
• Maldor Mecetti supports Alicia Drey in replacing Staff Director Kaybees as the new head of the New Imperial Security Bureau. The EotL's version of the DE's Imperial Security Bureau.
• Kilran assassinates all of Voland's administration and replaces them with Teckla Tane , Ethen Lecersen , Maldor Mecetti , Alicia Drey and Katherin DuPorcelen on a new Moff Council while Drey replaces the assassinated Kaybees as Staff Director.
• Lyrani Kell , Maestus , Kanni Ugaiya Kilran , Vaukhus , and Laertia Io are heard assassinating Voland's administration. Kell becomes the new Emperor's Hand while the others positions in the Empire remain unambiguous, but their support of Kilran is clear.
• The new Moff Council are assigned sectors to run and control on behalf of the new Emperor.

As the audio played ahead of her as she stood there against the wall- obscured by the veil of her hood, and the darkness of the room- Ayra took out a cigarette from her pouch and raised it to her lips. Lowering her hood from her head and then lighting up the stick she took a drag as the screams and shouts of the Voland administration echo throughout the room as they were butchered by Emperor Kilran and his supporters. Smoking as the meeting continued to play Ayra pondered on what the Dark Side Elite would make of this? Had a traitor just revealed themselves so broadly to an organisation that served the Galactic Emperor personally? What was the point of playing them the recording?

Why was she here?

 

[Vorm]

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Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Tags: Sinestra Ibaris Varanin Aphon Sahar Kaleb Sunwalker Amena Kader Prowler Alicia Drey

Location: Stone Cities, Bogan.
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He lowered the macabre offering, quietly hoping someone knew how to safely remove the data chip from the partially-cybernetic brain of the decapitated Ithorian. He sure didn't. Perhaps the opportunity will come later – perhaps he'll just smash the skull and hope for the best. He took a wider step back, chains and oddities attached to his belt rattling as he did, placed the head back into the backpack on the ground, and pushed it a few feet to the side; the smell will only become worse as the flesh continues to thaw.

The former Ren looked up and saw, emerging from the shadows cast by the stone beams overhead, a more regal-looking Elite, emanating an echo of pain and darkness in equal measure.

"Sunwalker here. I am..." Kaleb paused momentarily. There was still part of him that deluded himself into thinking he was still a Jedi. The realization that he was becoming something more than the limitations of the Jedi were growing. He cleared his throat. "I was a Knight of the New Jedi Order. I'm not sure what use I can be... I do know extensively of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and I was one that collected "dark artifacts" for the Jedi Archives."

Many of these people Vorm is seeing for the first time, having only been relayed information about a few of them. Sure, the core members of the group know each other, but again, this was all new to him. Vorm remained statuesque, a couple of steps behind the others gathered around the table. Following Sinestra 's call for additional offerings, the most peculiar of presences crept up under his senses. A miasma of smoke and shadow half-manifested before his eyes.

" Prowler. Reporting in. There is a... development on Ithor that is.. questionable in nature. Rumors of a patch of diseased jungle on the planet that has been slowly growing over the years. The locals call it, The Blight. I am here to inform you all of my direct findings."

After the dark spirit concluded the detailing of his findings, but before Vorm could fully comprehend what he just saw, the most demanding of presences took over the scene, leashing Vorm's thoughts and guiding them toward his time spent in militaries of decades past. At this point, Vorm has already decided; he is fully invested in the group and is looking forward to fighting with them, learning from them.

"If you don't know who I am, you shouldn't be here." she started flatly, whipping out the datadisc and placing it on the table. "I recovered information on a planet that seems to be of some interest to our enemies. Nyriaan lies just outside of our borders and holds numerous resources that could, according to that disc, give our enemies quite an advantage."

As she spoke, Vorm's eyes darted away for a second, spinning pages in his mind, but calmed just as quickly, as he narrowed all he knew down to his most likely guess; she must be our Kandaran agent, Amena Kader.

Then, catching the brute off-guard, Sinestra called out for someone named Lord Ayra, and Vorm let out an audible "who?" as he began scanning the room. He must have missed this Lord somehow, because only when being addressed by her did he first recognize she was there.

"Nice head," Ayra quipped as she drew a datachip from her belt.

- Thanks. I'll pass. - The brute quips back. Eyes fixed on this newcomer, Vorm battles internally with questions of who she is, why she's here, since he knew nothing about her – but he remains quiet as he listens to her lengthy presentation, thinking that perhaps it was only he who didn't do his homework.

Not knowing what to do with all this info, he scratches his neck and waits for others to do something about the situation.
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[Kaleb Sunwalker]

Tags: Sinestra Vorm Aphon Sahar Ibaris Varanin Amena Kader Prowler Alicia Drey

Location: Stone Cities, Bogan



Kaleb stood there, his body had ached from the countless sessions of Imperial interrogation for weeks. The new Imperial armor he had been given had been an adjustment, for some part of him wished for the comfort of his Jedi Robes again. Every fiber of his body burned with pain. He had crossed his arms listening to the briefing on his first day as a new Dark Side Elite. Some of the faces were familiar. The Mirialan was a familiar face. A woman he had seen before either in the Jedi Archives, or even in the dueling dojos of the Jedi Temple. Had she been the first to fall, or were there more that he knew from his old life. No words of recognition were said, all that was known was the familiar glance she had given him before hearing him out. How many Jedi Knights had turned from the New Jedi Order to seek this path? The question burned within his mind.

Kaleb would watch to hear a woman speak. Another face that seemed familiar, yet he couldn't recall where he had seen her before. She spoke with a commanding presence, an intimidation not unlike the Mirialan who seemed to be the head of the group, or so he thought. He knew the woman known as Ibaris would make herself known, for she had constantly haunted his mind ever since revealing Archive secrets to him. Still he stood there attentively listening into the intel from the one who called herself Amena. The creature that spoke next brought more intriguing intel. Both of which had information on what Sunwalker assumed would be territories taken by this newly discovered Dark Empire. Kaleb would feel out of sorts, for he had known nothing besides what the Temple and Master Eldara showed him in the hunt for dark side artifacts. Perhaps his knowledge of the Temple would yield some use.

The next one to speak was one that oozed with darkness. She sent a chill up his spine that felt all too familiar. She gave off an aura similar to that of the Stygian Codex. He had suspicions that she was more than just a mere Dark Sider.. No she seemed to be far more than that. Though Kaleb kept such information to himself. He watched as this woman seemed to had access to a plethora of information. Most of which seemed almost overwhelming to the former Jedi Knight.

Kaleb would clear his throat. He looked to the others and felt hesitant to ask the next question. Something of which he hadn't been told of in his imprisonment. Even with whispers inside his head, there was something he wished to know. He finally spoke. "With all of this intel. I will ask what is our purpose here? Why are we all here?" Kaleb perhaps asked a dumb question, but after being interrogated, tortured for weeks. He didn't have the full scope of everything. He was unsure of what his new purpose was now since leaving the New Jedi Order, or more precisely hunted. He looked to them all and wondered what would this intel bring. Where did this "Dark Side Elite" go from here?​

 

[Prowler]

Tags: Sinestra Amena Kader Ibaris Varanin Sahar Aphon Vorm Kaleb Sunwalker

There are more of them?

A shadowy brow raised on Prowlers Smokey formed face and his grasp on the light bending around the his body was released. What stood or wafted before them was the smokey impression of a persons silhouette midst the meeting. Twisting, swirling and seeming to move of its own accord, Prowlers blue colored eyes shifted across the spectrum into a yellowish-green as he pondered each any every member of the darkside elite. A fallen Jedi, a mutant of a man, The seer and the fiercest human female he had ever seen. For the Filar-Nitzan, Prowlers species, emotions were expressed and read outright through the color of their smoke and eyes. Within his own culture reading how others felt came natural but for humans and other such species it proved...irritating. Through much of his life he had struggled to, not read the emotions, but understand them and their expression. Even now midst the room he knew what most where conveying but the why eluded him.

"Lord Ayra?"

In till now...

She was the woman in the shadows and also the one everyone seemed to dislike. Was it because of her good looks? Maybe this was a territorial dispute of some kind? The Filar-Nitzan didnt need to read the room on this. He could feel it. Tension. Again he pondered why. As the woman, Lord Ayra presented herself and approached with a report of her own. The smokey alien could feel himself roll his lidless eyes. There was something about her that he also did not care for. The audio file played and in a confusion of murder and chaos, Prowler nodded to himself with approval. By the sounds of the assumed killings, though loud and too apparent for his style, They sounded like good deaths. Priding himself as a assassin. He knew how and when to appreciate anothers work. Even if it was messy.

But still the question was left in the open air. Who did it? and Why did it matter for them? Approaching the table in a wafting hover, Prowler lifted his body up and over to a data screen and began to further look at this report in detail. Was the Emperor aware of this info? If he was why did we need to see it? Then more thoughts and questions began to stir about this potentially incriminating information. Black mail? Is someone in here suspected of be involved? The more Prowler thought it through, the more he failed to understand. Still reading the transcripts, the glow of the data screen lit up his "face" and reflected back into the screen was a shifting of colors from his eyes.

Blue, green, yellow, orange, yellow, magenta and finally set on a deep shade of reddish purple. Floating away casually he turned to see the reactions of the others. Vorm scratched the back of his neck and seemed just as lost. Prowler could empathize. Next Kaleb Sunwalker appeared to remain just as uncomfortable as he was only minutes before. But it was him who asked that question that was most likely on everyone's mind. A question that felt prompted and expected. Like a Angler-spider prodding one of its tentacles into murky water, so to did this question feel and now there was a catch.

"With all of this intel. I will ask what is our purpose here? Why are we all here?" Kaleb perhaps asked a dumb question, but after being interrogated, tortured for weeks. He didn't have the full scope of everything.

A catch that Prowler did not care for. Not one bit. Instinct kicked in.

Calm fell over Prowler and his eyes shifted back to a faded dark grey. Indifference. Like the rest of the eyes in the room they narrowed to this Lord Arya, except they didnt seemed focused. As if looking far away or scrutinizing the smallest of details. In his silence and absence of some of his attention, the chamber around him grew smaller and smaller. A new preternatural awareness redirected the Filar-Nitzan to the lit cigarette in Lord Ayra ( Alicia Drey ) hand and its vapors. He could see the concentrated aerosol of liquid particles suspended in air with detail now. Particles, vapors and chemicals that was breathed into the lungs. Carbon monoxide, hydrogen cyanide, nitrogen oxides, formaldehyde, acrolein, benzene, and specific N-nitrosamines. Then more, such as nicotine, phenol, polyaromatic hydrocarbons. Too many to be named and yet it was a playground to be preternaturally rearranged into a mixture that Prowler desired.

At best, an attempt at incapacitation. At worse... dulled senses? A flex? Lets not think about that scenario yet.

 

[Sinestra]

She sought only answers at this convention, and they rolled one by one, until the Sith's intelligence report posed a thousand unsaid question with the flick of a recording device's switch.

A traitor in their midst? A traitor who had not only tricked the gathered Dark Jedi but also the Emperor himself? But His Highness was infallible... or was he? Or was it all a ploy, a grand scheme to test the Emperor's Chosen? It was no bravery for Darth Ayra to shed light to her perfidy, but a foolish, lethal endeavor. Doubt gnawed at her, tearing her visions and beliefs apart... and even rattling her confidence in the Emperor's inerrancy.

Her fists clenched tight, nails biting into skin as anger rushed through her veins; furious to feel as a mere dejarik piece, unable to make a decision. She quietly pleaded for the Emperor's guidance but his Voice remained silent. Would she dare cut down what might be a key asset to the Emperor's machinations and face His wrath, or would she be letting a traitor go harmless.

The built-up rage reached boiling point and her emotions guided her hand. With a snap of her arm, bending the Force to her will, she manifested a stasis field in an attempt to pin and ensnare the Sith Lord.

Her crimson blade snap hissed to life in her other hand.

One way or the other, Sinestra would find the answer to Lord Ayra's conundrum.

Prowler Amena Kader Ibaris Varanin Sahar Aphon Vorm Kaleb Sunwalker Alicia Drey​

 

[Aphon]

Tags: Sinestra , Vorm , Prowler , Amena Kader , Ibaris Varanin , Kaleb Sunwalker , Alicia Drey

Darkness gathered, swirling through the galaxy like an ever-growing shadow, and at the heart of that darkness, the faithful stood. Gathered from the vast reaches of the galaxy they arrived, each with their own desires, yet united under the banner of the returned Dark Lord Solipsis. As for Aphon, he and his partner Irae certainly had their share of plans unknown to those among the Dark Side Elite, yet the calling of the darkness would keep them present nonetheless.

He had stood in silence, assessing each piece of intelligence as it was laid before the gathering. His own... research had certainly provided him with some leads, but in a gathering such as this, it was wise to let others play their cards first. They may serve the same master, but Aphon understood all too well the treachery among those that followed in the steps of darkness.

His own information was about to be put into play when the mysterious recording began, stirring anxiety and skepticism within the ranks of the Dark Side Elite. Though Aphon recognized some of the faces in the room, many were still strangers to him, for he and Irae had long been on the move on their own, making plays on the Dark Lord's behalf away from the eyes of the others within his growing empire.

As tension and suspicion rose within the meeting, Aphon found his own hand sliding along the hilt of his blade. A traitor, perhaps? A test from the Dark Lord, maybe. Whatever the circumstance, there was enough of a possibility for things to turn violent, and he certainly had no intention of meeting his end on this day. Yet, for now... he would stay his hand, and allow the chips to fall as they would. Once all was revealed, he would make whatever play he deemed fit, violent or otherwise.

 

[Kaleb Sunwalker]

Location: Stone Cities, Bogan
Tags: Sinestra Aphon Sahar Vorm Prowler Ibaris Varanin Amena Kader Alicia Drey

Kaleb was unnerved, his body was wrought with pain and soreness, from being isolated, tortured within one of the cells of the Stone Cities. The burning question of this gathering had clearly interested Kaleb. Why was he as a Jedi Knight captured by this Dark Empire instead of being executed? Why did the Sith keep him alive for this long, surely there were bits and pieces from his cryptic conversations with Ibaris. But he couldn't figure out all of the pieces of this puzzle, though he suspected his questions would be answered soon enough. While he had given in to his darkness, he didn't know as to why he was here, or what purpose he would bring about besides offering what he knew of the New Jedi Order. Everything seemed to move all to quickly.

His questions were left unanswered for now. His eyes widened as the cold seemed to wrap around him in an embrace. It was the same as the Holocron he had stolen from the Archives. His gaze still clung to the woman who exuded the same feeling. His hand immediately went to his saber, even as he felt others become heightened by this presence. Before his questions could be answered, did he watch the Mirialan react with the snap ignition of her crimson blade. Kaleb's eyes went wide as he had never seen a Jedi's lightsaber bled to the crimson color. He had seen such things within the Bogan collection, and the ruined wastes of Tython, but this was the first time did he witness the crimson hue of a saber igniting to life. He was taken aback for a moment, but his eyes locked onto that of the mysterious woman.

A hand reached into the zeyd-cloth cape for him to grasp his saber attached to his belt. He hadn't bled his saber yet, he heard rumors of the creation of one. Sadly, when Kaleb had ignited his lightsaber came the familiar hum of the emerald blade of a Jedi Knight. It would look to be a strange sight among the rest of the Dark Side Elite. Kaleb stood into action, as he stared at the stranger. His blade gripped tightly to his hands as he moved to surround this stranger to prevent any attempt to either run or hide. This was quite the introduction to the Dark Side Elite, for Kaleb stood at the ready. Itching to make a move towards the stranger, thats if the other Elite didn't beat him to it, his senses heightened, ready to strike.


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[Alicia Drey]

Tags: Sinestra Aphon Vorm Prowler Amena Kader Ibaris Varanin Kaleb Sunwalker

"Right now I am weak. Powerless. You inflict suffering on me because you are strong enough to do so. Your actions prove the truth of what I believe."
-- Darth Bane.

As Darth Ayra smoked her cigarette, in the background of the playing leaked audio, she sensed through her powers in the Force the conflict happening in Sinestra . Precognitively she saw it happening. The drawing of the Lightsaber blade, and desire to force answers out of her. To deal with the traitor in their midst. Her instincts served her well. There was a betrayal afoot but to who or what side remained unclear. But Ayra knew through great study and practice of the dark side that it tended to burn away the gnawing doubt that had risen in the likes of Sinestra and her Dark Side Elite. Better to act first, and deal with the consequences later was an old aged maxim of those who followed the ways of the dark side because in the end it didn't matter where the pieces fit if the puzzle was already broken.

As the Force Stasis Field came into effect Ayra reacted. The cigarette in her palm fell from her hands, and before it met the ground, an invisible protective layer of Force Shield surrounded the Sith Lord to protect her from the technique. A curved Lightsaber blade found itself in her left hand and with her thumb she activated the weapon around the same time Kaleb Sunwalker drew his.

SNAP-HISS!

Opening up her body to adopt the stance for Soresu Ayra circled around until she had all the members of the Dark Side Elite in front of her. As she moved she begun to speak:

"I have not come here today as a traitor to the Sith'ari," Ayra begun just as the last bits of sound died from the recording. As Velran Kilran 's voice stopped playing and the audio file ended Ayra continued to speak to the Dark Side Elite. "The directives of the New Sith Order, as I have come to understand them since I was freed, are to gain influence over the affairs of other organisations and their factions across the Galaxy. In service to our shared Master I have worked my way into the position of Staff Director of the New Imperial Security Bureau."

"Deactivate your weapons. I have not come here to the Stone Cities to reveal myself as a traitor but as an ally with shared ideals and common goals with the Dark Side Elite. This audio file, and my work since Operation Absolution, has been done in service to the Dark Empire. This is why I am here: to begin working with this organisation in our shared goal to destroy the Galactic Alliance."

"Do not destroy what I have built by making a terrible mistake today."

As the emerald and crimson blades hummed in the canopy of the Dark Side Elite meeting a cigarette continued to burn on the floor. Ever so slowly the crisp rolling paper burned away and a tendril of smoke continued to rise from the end of the stub. In time the flame would meet the cotton end of the stick and then the embers would die to leave nothing but ash. Would the same happen to Darth Ayra?

 

[Amena Kader]

VIPER
STONE CITIES | BOGAN
TAG: Sinestra | Vorm | Kaleb Sunwalker | Alicia Drey | Ibaris Varanin | Aphon | Sahar | Prowler

PART V​

The Viper's wariness of the Sith Lord wasn't misplaced, it seemed.

As Amena stepped away from her briefing and the Sith called forward, shrewd hazel eyes followed the shrouded and supposedly diminished woman. She had been on her guard around the entire religion since joining the Dark Empire and it hadn't done any wonders for the professional relationship between Amena and Alicia.

The Sith Lord gave no briefing. Only a recording.

The moment the imperial cog of the NISB of the Lost Empire appeared, however, even before the rest of the recording followed, the Inquisitor's mind was racing, calculating. The immediate reaction was the twitch of her mechanical hand wanting to drift toward her saber, but Amena stopped the involuntary movement. There was more to all of this than the Sith Lord simply being stupid enough to reveal herself like this.

She had hunted smarter ones than this woman.

Amena stood her ground, quiet as the desert she hailed from, while the others all reacted rashly with ignited sabers and readied postures. When the complete standoff occurred - Alicia Drey facing everyone else while trying to play on the Elite doctrine - the Kandaran finally moved.

"Do not destroy what I have built by making a terrible mistake today."

Stepping between the Sith and the rest of the group, she looked hard at the woman, eyes glinting like those of a desert serpent.
"And what is that exactly?" she asked flatly. "What exactly did you do to serve the Empire while also serving a false one? I have warned you once before that I would snuff you out should you prove a liability again. Now you're begging for our mercy. Deactivate your weapon, Ayra, else you'll be leaving here in a box." Her face was an emotionless mask as she regarded the despicable woman in front of her. She wouldn't hesitate to add one last Sith to her kill list if she had to.

"I'm far too bored to let it drag out any longer. Tell me why you should be allowed to share in our goals when you bring nothing to the table that the ISB couldn't have gotten if they so wished? Or any of us for that matter? What makes you special enough to walk in our step?"

A viper either ignores an insignificant target or strikes for the kill of a significant one - the choice would be the target's

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tags: Sinestra Vorm Kaleb Sunwalker Amena Kader Ibaris Varanin Aphon Sahar Prowler

Ayra regarded Kader with a long stare while her senses expanded to prepare her for what seemed an inevitable duel now. It was through her study and following the path of the dark side that the Sith did not feel doubt. Betrayal was one of many steps along that certain dark path, and up until now Ayra had navigated it perfectly. Precisely. With an air of assertion and assurance that everything had been done right. Now it would take all her powers in the dark side to convince this Dark Side Elite and navigate them through the murky logic that had led up to this point.

"Your instincts serve you well, Kader," Ayra replied while choosing her next steps, and words, carefully. "Much like the Seer here you have seen an act of betrayal at work and reacted accordingly. Any traitor to the Dark Empire should be made an example of but not me for I am not one."

"You claim that this audio file is something that the Imperial Security Bureau could have produced for the Dark Side Elite if they had wanted you to know about it. But they did not. I produced this file to show this organisation that I am not a traitor of the Dark Empire but I am a well placed informant in position to influence the politicks, policies, law, security and order of the Imperial Remnants who defied the Sith'ari and banded together to form their own Empire. I am in a position that the ISB could only dream of. The whims and decision making of Velran Kilran and his Council are there to be controlled and used in the war with the Alliance."

"I am nothing special. I have simply followed the directives given to the New Sith Order to seek out positions like that one I have worked out in the Empire of the Lost. My presence here is not one of self-service or gain at the expense of this organisation nor the Dark Empire that we serve but to co-operate and use this position I am in to strengthen our efforts to destroy the Alliance and the decadent Jedi whom serve it. I beg that the Dark Side Elite use me and my knowledge."

As the crimson hue of her Lightsaber blade hummed eerily in the dark room at the prospect of a duel with the Dark Side Elite Ayra made her last move to convince the band of freaks and maniacs before her to see the cunning plan that she had come here to create with them.

"If it is doubt that you fear then you are doubting the Grand Plan that the Sith'ari has created to destroy our enemy. To point the finger at me and claim that I am a traitor, when I have come here to reveal that I am anything but the sort, is to imply that the directives of the New Sith Order are incorrect. It is by the very principle and directives of the Sith'ari that I have worked my way into the position of Staff Director. I am not in service to Kilran nor his Moffs. I am in service to the true Galactic Emperor."

"Destroy me and you are destroying His work too. Do I mean to take it that the Dark Side Elite dare question the orders of the Sith'ari himself?"

 

[Prowler]

"I have not come here today as a traitor to the Sith'ari,"

Then what day will this woman come as the traitor?

"Do not destroy what I have built by making a terrible mistake today."

Begging and pleading now? She reeks of lies and skullduggery. Not to mention fear.

"Destroy me and you are destroying His work too. Do I mean to take it that the Dark Side Elite dare question the orders of the Sith'ari himself?"

This was game if Prowler had ever seen one. The meeting had become a game of Dejarik in a manner of seconds and the Filar-Nitzan was just beginning to see the angles. With Arya's last, rather rhetorical question, It was entailed that her actions may or may not be under the protection of the Emperor, but that was just the thing wasn't it? It went off the reputation and position that the Sith'ari held and not any provable facts. To oppose her here and now was to out the group as a whole as potentially not loyal to the cause. An action like that had the ability to sow further discord but what if she was bluffing?

I dont trust her.

These are the things Prowler considered while his full attention and concentration came back to him. The chamber was full of Dark Jedi on edge and poised against a lady with a silver tongue. Sharper than a sword. There was one thing a sword could not cut though. A gas. There was only one way to find out the truth. Looking around the room, the Filar-Nitzan took into consideration the different personality types and their beliefs. In his eyes most of the Dark Side Elite could pass for sycophant's and that was the issue. Who would dare potentially question the Emperor?

I would. I will.

" Lord Arya ( Alicia Drey ), Everyone has their share of follies and mistakes. In your case, Those are the most interesting and trustworthy qualities you possess. For all of your eloquence and cunning, Your presence here has been a sheer delightful waste." Prowler hissed briefly but did not stop with his words. " Your story is ripe with discrepancies, half-truths and bafflegab. You mouth platitudes you know nothing of, call it proof and have the nerve to gaslight us afterward. Hide behind the Sith'aris reputation and position all you like, but a audio file and your word is not going to convince anyone here. I agree on one thing though. This is all not needed." Prowler let his gaseous form mimic that of a humanoid and took steps forward. " You say trust you, but your weapon in drawn. Stave your hand, be vulnerable and use the force to meld your mind with one or all of us. If one of us here see the truth, Then that will be enough and this will all be irrelevant." He spoken evenly and calmly. A rational mind.

" I would dare question the Emperor on this topic. Especially after what I have just heard and saw of you. This Empire is not built on blind faith, zealots and sycophant's. Those alone do not form empires. Go ahead! Report me to the Emperor. I will assume full responsibility and potential punishment, IF I am wrong. But if I am right..." Prowler paused and looked around the room at the other members of the darkside elite and somewhere on his shadowy figure, in the void of his visage, a wicked smile slowly grew wider and wider.

" What do you all think? Eh?" He asked the room.

He had made his move and locked in his position on the metaphorical board. A risky and bold one for sure but he doubted anyone else in the room would put their own neck and reputation on the line for this. Though he was of the darkside and innately selfish, showing some selflessness now was not a weakness. It was a boon.

Tags: Kaleb Sunwalker Sinestra Aphon Amena Kader Ibaris Varanin Vorm Sahar ​

 

[Malva'ikh Dralidok]

OF THE HORSEMEN AND THE HERETICS
~what do you know about God?~

GEAR: in bio
TAG: Alicia Drey | Amena Kader | Ibaris Varanin | Kaleb Sunwalker | Prowler | Sahar | Sinestra | Vorm

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STONE CITIES, BOGAN

MIND-MELDING.

“Finally, something up my alley.”

I revealed myself from the depth of Bogan’s darkness with a grin on my face. Words of doubt and scent of fear are blood to my glistful senses and thirst of sensations. New Sith Order. Old Sith Order. The hubris, that it means something. That anything means anything. The Great Error.

“You overestimate the importance, of yours and of your Order, in the grand scheme of things my Lady.”

The musky scent of my body must be so overwhelming to these poor souls. Behind their devotion to the Sith’ari is mortal dreams and humane perspective on life. On death. On the Rapture and the becoming. Of the Great Error. No voices in their head, no scream of terror. So pure, so treacherous.

“We live, we serve, we die. Me, you, everyone.”

I licked the Sith Dagger in my hand, a gift from another life. Flaunting it in the face of the Jedi, the Sith, and the Horsemen of God. HA. HA. HA. Emotions, up in the air. Men on quest to reach Godhood. So misguided. So afraid. They are all afraid of not having control. Of flowing, becoming one with the chaos. Pathetic.

“If you are so afraid of the becoming, of mortal punishments, I can’t help but question your devotion to the Sith’ari, pretty oneeeeee-s.”

Information is to be acted upon. The ones said, but also the ones shown. That first. I walked past the sabers and the mortals, the hopefuls of Ashla and Bogan and the Sith’ari. In time, they will all sleep with both eyes open, looming and looping nightmare of horrors beyond their imaginations. In time. The Sith’ari demands that I’ll be on my best behavior in front of His other Chosen, and as much as I like receiving punishments, I love dishing them even more. For now, the Sith. Test her devotion. Test her limit. Or wreak havoc in the name of the Sith’ari. The dagger is pointed towards the pretty one now, ancient evil and calamity taken wherever it goes. A dagger doesn’t kill, that’s what lightsabers are for. A dagger pierce to the deepest jungle in one's soul, a dagger seeks what souls yearn and what souls shun.

“I’ll take penance if it ever comes to that. HA. HA. Will you?”

Punishments, for me and for thee. Oh how my eyes will glint seeing those porcelain skins of the so called Chosen of the Sith’ari chained and ruptured. Especially the Jedi. Beautiful.

But for now, the Sith.

“Come, my Lady, share your horror with me.”

Stop me if you dare.