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Amnesia · Apr 1, 2022

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Her footsteps echoed off the stone slabs underneath. Light glistened from her armor and her cloak rustled in the wind that blew across the plaza at the steps that led to the Palace. It had been several months since her own Purification. To prove her point, she had transformed into a seagoing creature and ripped the enemies apart, till the water became red with their blood. Slowly, the Scions had begun to heal the dark side poison that flayed her mind and body. Not only that, but they had given her new armor and a new purpose. Safely within her armored shell, the random transformations had halted, and each day her devotion to the Dominion grew. Everything she had needed she found here, unlike from those betrayers in her Clan.

They had left her for dead, abandoned and alone. No matter how she tried to contact them, it never worked. A needed sacrifice for the greater good. But he had always promised to come for her. So, she withstood the damage for so long. But, after having tasted what true belonging felt like, how could she ever go back to Clan Gred? Now, she could feel the corruption that those Jedi loving Mando'ade had deep in their souls. She would no longer tolerate such things. The next time she found

Mig Gred she would make him understand the depths of his betrayal.

She moved closer to the other Crimson Order members who had gathered to protect the Scions, and the Shaman who led the Dominion. They instinctively gave way, parting to let the Force Hunter pass. She had passed her purification by changing into an aquatic predator and had ripped the creatures apart, she had been baptized in water and blood, none of it hers. Seeking glory, many had gone up against her in the arena. So far not a one had managed to bring her to her knees.

As she slid into her chosen spot, her helmeted head tilted up to watch as the Seer made his grand entrance. Her eyes glanced at the Frigates that appeared in the sky around the floating sanctuary. It was a start, but it wasn't enough. She would see to getting them more ships shortly. They didn't have the resources yet for a true armada, but…she had a plan.

As the Seer spoke, she listened intently. A slight smile crossed her ever shifting lips as he gave her a wonderful dream to follow. Equals, purpose, and they needed her. She specialized in destroying the heretics of the Dominion, after all. Jedi and Sith alike. As the speech ended, she cheered loudly with the others, and raised her gloved hands in the sky.

Without hesitation in her steps, the woman approached the Seer and Shaman as if it was her right. Her actions nearly begged any of the Neophytes or lesser members of the Crimson Order to even attempt to stop her. As she neared them, her right hand was placed over her heart, and she bowed deeply. Her voice was soft and quiet, yet her suits voice modulator pierced the noise of the crowd and the wind just fine. It carried with it all the danger of a poisonous viper. "Seer. Shaman. I humbly greet you."

Finnea Virlee · Apr 2, 2022

She shouldn't be here..

And yet, no matter how much her guts screamed for her to return to her usual life onboard the Ascendancy warship, something else and much stronger had made her come nevertheless. The two strong and conflicted feelings inside her made the force vibrate within her and a year ago or so, it would have ended in an uncontrolled outburst that always left her exhausted and often in the medical bay. But with training and guideance from her master, the Seer, she had gained enough control that such outburst no longer took place.

And he hadn't lied to her, Finnea had grown in control which was her initial plead when they first met. And what more, that restless feeling she had carried her entire life no longer screamed for release as with the Scions, she learned to use the Force and come into balance. Without them, she'd still be in a state of cluelessness and fumbling around for her true purpose. Standing near the steps by herself, Finnea stood watching the crowds of gathering people while embracing herself as if to stop herself from leaving.

She needed to hear the speech.
Just the speech, and then she'd leave, she told herself.

The doors opened and three Frigates emerged overhead as the Seer approached and looked down at the crowd that had gathered to hear the speech. Finnea, who was a bit far off to the side at the end, partially hidden, stared up at him as he began his speech like she was stabbing him in her mind. Yes, he was her master and she was endlessly grateful for what he had helped her achieve but nobody said she had to like him, especially after the chit he had dragged her through.

His speech ended and the people cheered loudly as they now spread out to approach the temple while Finnea stood still, no reaction to the speech, just staring with her Janus eyes, conflicted as she always were. The speech was good and made an impression on the girl and for her it was about the open arms and open mind. The military upbringing she had never really cared about her opinion and thus she had a hard time expressing it without expecting a beating at the same time. She sighed eventually and slowly moved closer to the stairs, eyes to the ground now.

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Priesse · Apr 3, 2022

Location: Palace of Shadows, Harkonian Dream - Icarus
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Everything hurt.

The short-statured Phaseling was still raw from the procedures, surgeries, and examinations she had undergone in the Scintilla. Not to mention, she was still groggy from being put under sedation for the short journey through hyperspace, since it seemed that no one could trust her around starships. Naturally, Priesse had tried to make her case as to why she shouldn’t be put to sleep for the duration of the trip, but no one had wanted to take the risk.

She was beginning to hate the fact that she was always on such a short leash.

Regardless, Priesse had been immediately entranced upon her arrival to the Palace of Shadows. If anything, it was far more scenic than the alabaster walls of the lab she had spent almost her entire life in, thus far. This being her first time outside of the Scintilla, possibly to never return, the Phaseling drank in every sight, sound, smell, and pulse that met her senses. The Force’s currents beat in a more primal, chaotic rhythm inside the atmosphere of a planet than they had on the Scintilla, even though the massive space station had plenty of transplanted life. Nevertheless, the difference was so stark that for the first few minutes, the Phaseling had found herself overwhelmed by the sheer volume of it, like a roiling ocean compared to a placid stream.

And yet, Such sensations were only the beginning.

The crowd outside the courtyard was the largest gathering of sapients she had ever been a part of, and its currents echoed in the Force to such a degree that Priesse felt as if everyone was trying to speak to her at once. In reality, everyone’s attention was fixated on the Palace. Nevertheless, Priesse felt mildly uncomfortable amidst such a massive congregation, sweat exuding from her pores as she took in the vast scene.

The Phaseling didn’t know if she would ever get used to it.

Finally, with the emergence of the towering figure from the Palace, who she knew as the Seer, the effect on the Force’s currents was as if Tythojem Himself had quelled a raging storm. The crowd fell silent as everyone assembled listened to the man’s speech, his voice carrying through the air in such a way that Priesse felt like she stood near the front. It compelled the Phaseling to listen, the Seer’s preternatural charisma drawing her in as he heralded the coming of a new age. The beginnings of that age floated high above, in the form of five Axeol-class frigates which seemed as majestic as a pod of purrgils. It was almost unbelievable to her that bigger ships existed and that these warships alone were apparently not enough to ensure the Dominion’s rise. These were the biggest she had ever seen in person, so it was difficult for her to conceive that there existed ships even more imposing in power and aspect.

And yet, in spite of the limits of her imagination, exist, they did.

The combined effect of the Seer’s charisma and the massive warships floating above slowly, but surely drew Priesse in. She felt a surge of confidence come over her, a sensation that with this nation behind her, she could achieve anything. The entire area radiated power through the web of energy that was the Force, the power to conquer worlds, slay armies of heretics, and topple galactic superpowers.

And so, without hesitation or modesty, Priesse raised her voice in concert with the crowd upon the speech’s conclusion, cheering at the heralding of a new age, before moving to join the group forming at the stairs leading into the Palace…

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Naatai Brella · Apr 5, 2022

Location: Icarus | Orbital Sky Platform Harkonian Dream | Palace of Shadows
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The Seer’s speech started off on such a high, introducing them, the Dominion in the first stage of galactic legend. How the Dominion was small now, but that they would be larger than anything anyone else had attained. That was what Naatia wanted. She felt that power inside of her and just needed someone to show her how to get it out. The power came from her when it wanted to right now. But that wasn’t what her destiny was.

He then spoke of a nation united. This was a little less exciting. She knew somewhere inside that the galaxy could not be dominated by those who had the same power as her, but she somehow thought they would have a higher place in the starting nation. At the end of the speech Naatai gave a cheer like all those who had gathered to hear the Seer speak. She actually felt connected with the rest of the cheers despite her thoughts on those not with the same powers. It was an odd feeling.

When the invitation to tour the palace was given Naatai was quite anxious. There was expectantingly a large group that was also excited to see the inner workings of the palace. The young Chagrian pushed forward. A nudge here and there with the Force saw her gain access to the palace pretty quickly. Now what was she to do from here?

Kathal · Apr 5, 2022

It was a good speech, Kathal gave the Seer that. His black and gold robes barely moved in the wind current that rushed through the courtyard as the Axeol starships made their grand appearance, part of his idea for the gathering today. While the Dominion's fleet was still small, the five vessels represented a marked increase in their ability. For the first time in decades, the people of Icarus, and their Dominion of Shadow's masters could freely travel to other worlds. The Will of He Who Speaks Truth could now be carried to other worlds, and the heresies of countless worlds brought down in the fires of war.

Inclining his head as The Seer spoke to him, then

Amnesia , and turned his masked head to look at the crowds slowly making their way up the marble stairs to the Palace entrance. It had been decided he would lead the first group inside, while his brother and sister Shaman's would lead subsequent groups after. The Palace was massive in scale, and could hold at any time tens of thousands of individuals at least, but it would become very cramped if they all went in at once. After he had gathered a considerable group around him, Kathal raised his hands, silencing their murmuring as golden eyes stared out from the bone mask.

"Children of the Father, Disciples of He Who Speaks Truth, I am Kathal. I am the leader of the Leviathan Temple, and guide applicants through the ways of Alchemy and deeper sorcery within the Scions of the Truth. I serve as one of your Shaman's, chosen leaders for the Dominion of Shadows. As we enter the Palace, you will be greeted by the site of Darth Andar, the First Seer. A Sith Pureblood of immense power, and the teacher of our own Seer Zephyr, she created the foundation of everything the Dominion, the Scions of the Truth, and the Crimson Order have grown into." Turning, Kathal led his first group through the massive arched gateway into the Palace.

Once through the opening, the group would find themselves in a massive, cavernous entry hall. Nearly a kilometer in height and half that in length, the entry hall of the Palace of Shadows was dominated at its center by the statue of Darth Andar. Five hundred meters in height, the bronze statue stared down with unblinking eyes at all who entered the Palace. She wore ceremonial robes, and held a Sith Holocron in an outstretched hand, made of glass. A purple and green flame at its center casting flickering shadows across the entry hall. On three sides beyond the statue were one hundred meter tall corridors, leading further into the Palace.

Stepping on to the dark grey stone of the Palace interior, Kathal led his group to one of these corridors, passing two Crimson Order Troopers standing in full regal attire. Black combat armor with a red cloak wrapped around their shoulders. Past the guards, the tour group would come face to face with a massive sphere structure seemingly suspended above a bottomless pit. Six bridges led from the Palace to this dome, and Kathal gestured for those following him to choose one. Upon crossing the bridge, the group would come to find themselves in a brightly lit, and lavishly decorated chamber.

"Welcome, all of you, to the Conclave of Archons. At the moment, it is but an empty chamber. But, in the future, as the Dominion of Shadows begins to expand to other worlds, this chamber shall become the center of our interstellar nation. Archons, the elected leaders of each conquered world, shall gather here to decide on matters of state, military, and economic importance. The Seer and Shaman's shall oversee all proceedings in the name of the greater good of the Dominion. Look around you, loyal disciples of the Truth, and see the future of the galaxy in our hands."

The Seer · Apr 5, 2022

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Even as he listened to the roar of voices and hands clapping in response to the speech, he found himself brooding. Though the day, the occasion — indeed even the thought of this day — should and did fill him with immense pride and pure joy. It was momentous, what they had come to achieve so far. The forces they gathered, the security and stability they’d brought to Icarus, the start of a grand and glorious purpose.

And, still, all of it would mean nothing if their trials in the coming days were fruitless.

His eyes glanced to the sky at the Frigates overhead and breathed in deep and spoke into a comm link. <<Dock your vessels and dispatch a total of a Coven between all ships. Set all units on patrol routes around the grounds. We must not be interrupted.>> Clipping the comm back inside the layers of the robe, there was a slight shift in the space around him. The three Emissaries that joined him in his initial walk returned to flanking the man, two at the shoulders and one behind him. They were ever vigilant, those masked servants and trained killers. Rightly so, perhaps. They were the closest that anyone, outside of perhaps Finnea had ever gotten to the man in terms of the day to day. He intended to keep it that way.

He watched as one of the more excited members (Naatai Brella) attempted to ascend the steps and enter the Palace prematurely. Immediately the Emissary at the back of the formation moved the intercept the person, blocking their path with their body and an electrostaff. They made a motion to indicate that the Chargrian needed to step back, silently urging them to rejoin the growing group. The enthusiasm was heartwarming to see, but you never really knew another being’s intentions.

Here and there, he nodded and politely greeted those that spoke and showed deference as he could. Though, he noticed a person moving through the sea of bodies. A woman with white hair, looking down and shuffling her way to the stairs. It was a flash, a split moment when he caught her eyes. Two different colors. He motioned to the two remaining Emissaries, in the general direction of the first that now stood at the top of the stairs. “Tsari.”

Breaking off while they took up stations at the corners of the stairs at even intervals, he made his way over to the engineer (

Finnea Virlee ). As when they first met, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “You look as thought you’ve seen a ghost. Are you feeling well? Is something troubling you?” Gently, he ushered her to move with the group as Kathal’s small speech came to and end and the group ascended the smooth stairway as he listened to her speak.

The Emissaries shifted on the end to face inward while the central one remained facing forward to allow the group through. When the pair passed them, they followed behind at a suitable distance to protect both him and the current group. He was content to follow along at a bit of a slower pace if it meant she wasn’t something unfamiliar surrounded by people she didn’t yet know all too well. Admittedly, he was hard on her. Gods knew Andar had given him hell, but there was always a method, a reason behind the hardship. For all of his callousness, he’d come to care for the engineer in the way he came to respect and care for Andar when she was yet living.

Gingerly, as they passed the statue of her, he reached out and touched the sculpted boot that was closest before returning to tailing the small gathering.

If only Andar could’ve seen the results of decades of blood, effort, and sacrifice.

Sith Translation: “Hold.”

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Crix Maden · Apr 6, 2022

He felt stronger now than ever as he stood amongst his new coven of the darkside. He reflected on what seemed like years trapped on that planet, and in that time he had learned about the past better than he could have in any books. When they found him, he felt like he had grown closer to the force than ever before, and now he was here - no longer a sith but something greater. He donned a dark smile of pride as he listened to the speech given by the seer, and his sharp, yellowing eyes traveled upwards and to the fleet above them.

As the Seer finished their dialogue, and Kathar replaced them as the focal point of the entire group around him - Crix's eyes moved onto what stood behind the figure. While the entity told them about Darth Andar, and how their tomb laid behind him, Crix only imagined what could be. He had not learned about alchemy while a sith, though he hadn't encountered a master proficient in it simply. After learning what he had on the planet Crix was stranded on after his battle against the jedi, he knew he had to learn more about the sith and darkside masters who had come before him.

The Sith teachings had failed him, and the jedi had defeated him and stripped him of his lightsaber. He hated them both equally and relished in the thought of exacting his revenge upon both groups. Even with all this considered, his family lingered in the back of his head, as they were attachments and fixtures within his old life. He had not seen them sith he was sent off to the Sith Temple on Korriban, and so they served as distant memories of a past and future that were no longer relevant. Nevertheless, he wondered what his father would think for the briefest of moments.

As they were beckoned to meet and greet, Crix would remain silent and move forward within the group - blending in as he adorned a black robe that covered his face through a hood that hung over to cast shadows over his visage. If he was addressed, he would probably respond however he sought to observe and soak in what was ambient to him. He had spent years in isolation and study, so it was perhaps a bit off-putting to be around such a grand scale of individuals. It hadn't been so since he was a sith.

(A bit fluffy, but I haven't posted in a bit and I feel a little off, i'll get it going again. The Jedi never responded so I'll just blackscreen it u_u)

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Priesse · Apr 6, 2022

Location: Palace of Shadows, Harkonian Dream - Icarus
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It was as if Typhojem Himself had cleared the way through the crowd for her.

By His grace, Priesse entered the Palace as part of the very first group to be allowed inside, following after Kathal. Glancing at those around her, her eyes caught sight of many distinct figures, first among them being a white-haired woman with mismatched eyes. Next to her was the powerful, authoritative figure of the Seer, his aspect as handsome as it was paternal. However, Priesse took care not to let her eyes linger on him for too long. Her gaze jumped towards a hooded, shadowy figure, his features inconspicuous, yet brimming with power in the Force. Then, she found the tall female Chagrian who had been turned away a few moments earlier. No doubt, she was as excited as Priesse was. However, like the white-haired woman and the hooded man, the Chagrian also possessed a strong presence in the Force.

Were they all Scions?

Priesse’s own connection to the Force had been a fluke, though she supposed it was like that for virtually everyone who possessed the ability to harness the Force. However, had she not been blessed with such power, she never would have undergone the procedures to become a Phaseling. As a Force-sensitive Engineered Variance Clone with very little in the way of life experience, she had been an ideal candidate for the operations, since her chances of going insane from the transition had been almost negligible.

Upon entering the Palace and laying eyes upon the great statue of Darth Andar, a part of her wondered if she might be allowed to join the Scions. For now, she knew that her commanders already valued her as a living weapon, but the Scions might afford her the opportunity to become even stronger than she was now, for a weapon without control could be counterproductive if wielded poorly.

While Priesse was not ambitious, she wanted nothing more than to reach the apex of her potential.

It went without saying that the Phaseling was awestruck by the statue, which had eyes that seemed to stare at her no matter where she glanced at it from inside the hall. The statue was perhaps the biggest singular object she had ever seen, though such a term was bordering on heretical in its reductiveness.

From there, after traversing a bridge across a seemingly bottomless pit, Priesse arrived at the Conclave of Archons. This was to be the center of their government, the seat of power from which the fate of billions, perhaps trillions or yet more, would be decided. Typhojem had truly blessed her in allowing her to see such a place with her own eyes.

Priesse knew that if she ever had children, this would be something she would tell them of.

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Naatai Brella · Apr 7, 2022

Location: Icarus | Orbital Sky Platform Harkonian Dream | Palace of Shadows
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Among many lessons untaught to Naatai Brella in her young life was the lesson of patience and waiting one’s turn. When she tried to be the first into the Palace, unaccompanied at that, she was stopped by one of the Seer’s Emissaries. The electrostaff was an impressive weapon Naatai decided as she considered what might happen if she were to give a flick of her wrist and send a wave of the Force at this individual that stood in her way. But he gave a gesture towards the other eager followers who also wanted to see the Palace. Naatai remembered the Seer’s speech and despite her true desire for power she decided against making any more of a scene.

The young Chagrian ended up in a group led by one of the shaman. This one was a masked man, Naatai could feel the power in him and wanted to know more about this being. Was he as strong as her? Did he know how to control his powers better than her? Surely that had to be the case. She had very little control. He called himself the leader of the Leviathan Temple, a guide to Alchemy and sorcery. Alchemy was something that was not familiar to Naatai, but sorcery… she liked the sound of that.

He guided them through the palace, first starting with Darth Andar, the First Seer, a statue as it turned out. That was a bit of a disappointment at first, but as Naatai heard of this Darth’s story she was quite fascinated. Next was the Conclave of Archons, this place had little interest to Naatai at the moment. It was empty now, and in the future it would be for the conquered people of the Dominion. Unless she was fortunate enough to become a Shaman in the future she saw no appeal to this room. She truly hoped this panel of conquered leaders would not someday be giving her commands, even at the behest of the Seer and the Shaman.

Aside from the Shaman leading the group there were a few others in the tour of the palace that Naatai could sense power in. The young man who saw fit to shroud himself in a dark hooded cloak seemed more interested in observing, for now at least. Naatai would give him his space. The other was a young woman, Human or something near to it, Naatai wasn’t interested enough in species to tell the small differences in some of the beings of the galaxy. The light haired woman was intriguing, though Naatai wasn’t sure why that sense came over her just yet. And more so the woman was curious and admiring of their surroundings. “Quite a spectacle this place is,” Naatai commented as she approached Priesse . “The Seer is quite a beacon of power and knowledge. I hope he and the rest of the Dominion will be able to unlock my true potential.”

Priesse · Apr 9, 2022

Location: Palace of Shadows, Harkonian Dream - Icarus
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Entranced as she was by the entire display, the Hapan was caught unawares by the comment from the taller Chagrian woman. Glancing back, Priesse’s eyes went as wide as saucers as she took in the woman’s cerulean features, most distinct being her burning yellow eyes that hinted at a powerful connection to the dark side. Feeling the Chagrian’s presence in the currents of the Force, a powerful, roiling aura that hinted at fiery emotion and berserk power, Priesse realized that she was not the only one to be blessed with such power from the Left-Handed God. The Chagrian burned hotter than most, so much so that Priesse found herself briefly overtaken.

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“Quite a spectacle this place is,” Naatai commented as she approached Priesse . “The Seer is quite a beacon of power and knowledge. I hope he and the rest of the Dominion will be able to unlock my true potential.”

“Forgive me.” Priesse gasped, after a stunned pause. “It truly is.” She continued. “I’ve never witnessed anything like it, especially this close. The Darth Andar statue is taller than any building I’ve ever seen. Just to think…how much went into this place. And this is only the beginning! Imagine what comes next!” The short-statured Hapan gushed.

“I have no doubt that the Dominion will make you strong, sister. The Left Hand has blessed us both.” Priesse gave a soft smile.

"I'm Priesse, by the way. What is your name?"

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Finnea Virlee · Apr 10, 2022

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The sound of excited chatter surrounded the engineer who was walking slower than most and if it hadn't been for the brief eye-contact with her Master, the Seer, Finnea would have turned around and made her way through the crowd of people of head back where she came from and left. But he had spotted her and so leaving now would make a scene that wasn't necessary. Just like when they met, Finnea threw a look over her shoulder as if she still had the option to leave all the while her legs carried her up the stairs towards him until his hand met her shoulder. She hated it, but at the same time it was a relief to see a familiar face. It strangely felt comforting to her already split emotions.

"Maybe I did see a ghost, Master.." she huffed at first, staring directly back up into grey eyes. Time spent with him had not made her more subservient but rather that frailness she carried had started to vanish. Perhaps it was all the hardship she went through as each time she thought he'd let her die he triggered something deep inside her that just wouldn't let her. Each time she was pushed to her limit she'd 'wake up' and overcome her limit little by little. Not every lesson taught was with great success but it was never a failure either. In limbo she found her balance.
"I don't know yet, I'll have to see if I'm to burn alive in here first, then I'll let you know how I feel." she spoke only loud enough for him to hear her as she stepped to his side, walking a step or two behind as they now entered the grand halls that even made the otherwise withdrawn engineer look up in awe. Why was she moved by what she saw?

Walking behind the rest gave her peace of mind as she could passively study each of those ahead and how their energy played off, it gave her time to adjust her own emotions. But it wasn't the small crowd ahead that had most of her attention, it was the decorated hall itself, especially the grand statue above portraying Andar herself and as they passed by her she took notice of the Seers gesture to touch it. Out of respect?

She didn't have the time to offer it much more thoughts as Kathal spoke again within the Conclave of Archons, making Finnea uneasy once more and it was visible in the way she crossed her arms again, slightly turned towards the Seer. "I'm troubled, because I know what conquering means, it is rarely done over a shared meal in peaceful conditions, sir." she stared in Kathals direction, then to the center of the room. "And this is me speaking freely within these walls, like you said." she once more look up at her Master to try and read any expression the man might have.

Naatai Brella · Apr 11, 2022

Location: Icarus | Orbital Sky Platform Harkonian Dream | Palace of Shadows
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The girl introduced herself as Priesse after adding her admiration for the building. Naatai may have seen taller structures in her lifetime, but none more impressive than the mentioned statue of Darth Andar. It has such power. Priesse mentioned this palace was merely a beginning. If Naatai had anything to do with it, that was for certain. She was drawn here by the power she had experienced from the Seer and his followers. This seemed like the place for her. And anyplace that she belonged was destined to control the galaxy.

“I am Naatai Brella,” the Chagrian teen introduced herself proudly. “I have been through much in my life with the help of a strange ability that burns within me. This place feels like it will be where I learn who I am supposed to be.”

There was one thing that Priesse expressed that Naatai wasn’t sure if it had something to do with the Dominion or something from the young woman’s own culture. “You mention ‘The Left Hand’”, Naatia continued in curiosity. “Is this something that you bring along with you? I have heard of many dieties in the travels of my young life, but one who favors a left hand is not one I can recall.”

Kathal · Apr 12, 2022

Kathal allowed the tour group to travel around the room for a few minutes, talking and greeting one another more properly before he drew their attention back to him. His golden eyes travelled around the room slowly, taking in the scores of individuals all drawn together in their devotion and loyalty to the Dominion. A sight he doubted he would ever see in his lifetime, now stood before him as a reality. Soon, even this moment would be dwarfed by the glory of what was to come.

"The future of the Dominion shall be decided in this chamber, but that is not all that we shall see here today." Turning, Kathal led the group out of the Conclave of Archons, taking the bridge in the northwest direction. Crossing the cavernous pit that separated the Conclave from the rest of the Palace, Kathal spared a moments glance to look down into the depths, Heights were not his favorite thing, but he would have to learn to tolerate them to make numerous trips to this Conclave.

Heading back into the main entry hall of the Palace, Kathal led the group past another Shaman and his gathering, just beginning their tour of the Palace. He spared a brief nod to the Shaman before leading his group between the legs of Darth Andar, the shadow of her glory shrouding them as they moved towards the corridor directly behind the statue. Instead of Crimson Order Troopers guarding this entrance, two Eskarion Guard, some of Kathal's own personal protectors stood in vigil. They bowed to their lord as Kathal led them through, though he paid them no attention.

Once through the entrance of the corridor, Kathal led them down a series of spiraling staircases, each one wide enough for ten people to walk side by side. Eventually, they came to a set of large, wooden doors. Unlike the rest of the Palace so far, these doors were rather simply made, with iron handles set before them. Placing his hands on the door, and infusing his strength with the Force, Kathal pushed the large doors open, and stepped into the room that dwarfed even the entry hall of the Palace.

"Where the Conclave of Archons represents the future of the Dominion of Shadows, the Sacellum of Knowledge represents our past. Here, every piece tome, book or scroll that has been gathered by the Dominion is gathered. The knowledge of countless worlds, civilizations and orders have been carefully preserved in this room. All members of the Dominion have free reign within these sacred halls, but be warned. Any damage or loss to this great repository will be...frowned upon."

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Crysis

Crix Maden Naatai Brella

Amnesia

The Seer · Apr 12, 2022

ICARUS
Harkonian Dream

Venom followed his questions.

Anger and resentment burned in every word that she not-so subtly spat at him as they walked. Those were expected. Usually, you don’t practically freeze your Apprentice to teach them an ability. Call it exposure therapy, though perhaps unorthodox.

It took a good amount of self control not to sigh at her responses. Though, he couldn’t blame her. Their training had only just begun. There was still much to be taught, to be explained. “I hope you aren’t upset with me for Elom. I do not put you through hardship because I enjoy seeing you struggle. I hope to help to build you up. You asked me to teach you control, but that also includes discipline.” He paused briefly as the group settled at the entrance of the Conclave, listening to Kathal go on about the purpose of the chamber.

“I said this wouldn’t be easy. But, I will be there to help you every step of the way for as long as you’d like the journey to continue. There will certainly be times when it will seem impossible, as you put it. If I push you too far, just tell me and we can try something else that might work better.” This time, as she mentioned the very nature of expansion, he did sigh and he nodded. Sharp one, that engineer. But, that wasn’t a bad thing. Rather useful and necessary for survival. “Yes. There will always be space for peaceful solutions but sometimes battles and wars are inevitable, as you know Ms. Virlee.”

He ushered her along so that they didn’t fall behind as the group left the Conclave and moved to the Sancellum, holding his hands behind his back as they lingered behind the main group. “You are here to learn, not to be shackled to me.”His eyes scanned the halls and peered distantly into the lattice that they called an archive. “I meant what I said on Elom, you may leave — or stay — whenever you wish.”

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Finnea Virlee | Naatai Brella |

Crysis |

Amnesia |

Priesse

Finnea Virlee · Apr 24, 2022

Her eyes focused on the mans expressions as he explained how the hardship of his training was meant to strengthen her, teach her control. She hated how that started out almost like an apology only to swerve rapidly into sounding like it was her own fault for asking for help. The girl scoffed with annoyance and moved her gaze from him quickly thereafter. She wouldn't dignify that with an answer, she knew she'd loose the discussion anyway.

Her attention was with Kathal for a moment, listening to his speech when the calm voice of Zephyr once again had her listening. She turned quickly to face him and it could seem like she as about to raise her voice but that was not how she approached things, shouting hardly solved anything. "I am aware of that, master." she started with a firm but low voice as not to bother the group of people that had gathered to listen to the information about the grand temple. "I know that I was the one asking for help and I accept your way of teaching. But I am allowed to express my frustration from time to time." she made sure to emphasize some of her words. "And based from what I've experienced till now, it sure seems this won't be the last time you'll hear about my frustration." she shot a the large statue of Andar a long and hard look. "I am sure you felt the same at some point in your life."

As he addressed her worry for the approach of 'conquering', her expression softened a little and was replaced with sadness. "I do know that, Master. I just wished..." Finnea decided to not further share her thoughts of the matter of war and conquest, it wasn't like she was an angel herself as she had taken a part of many, many battles on both sides and been quite efficient too.

The engineer kept on walking as he ushered her to do so, keeping up with the rest of the people ahead of them. This room, however, was something different and she found herself stepping slightly away from him to have a closer look. All that information. All that knowledge. She just knew this was a place she'd return to over and over again. She could sit for days. Weeks. Months.
"Yes, of course." she spoke, absentminded. Itching to start pulling scrolls from the walls. Throwing a look back at her Master that would prove hard to read, it could seem like she inaudibly thanked him. Of course she knew she was free to leave whenever she wanted to, if, she wanted to.

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Crix Maden

Hild Valor · Apr 24, 2022

Dominion of Shadow
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