Long Live The Emperor! [One Sith Only]

[Shachath]

Spoiler: Victory Anthem of the Sith

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtAhAD0qA-M

It was a most glorious occasion on Ord Mirit and the Empire of the One Sith was filled with elation at he defeat of the feeble Republic. A few weeks prior, the planet had been a war zone, the skies filled fire as the poisonous 'democracy' descended on the poor, innocent, peoples of Ord Mirit.

Yet, the Republic was weak, and so, like every other time they had attempted to infringe on the sovereignty of the Empire, they were ruthlessly defeated. This was the occasion that was being celebrated on Ord Mirit and every man, woman, and child capable of doing so filled the streets where they screamed the praises of the Dark Lord.

Down the Grand Avenue, a massive military parade processed in honor of their glorious leader. Only a few days earlier, the Emperor, in his infinite wisdom, had declared the creation of his Will, and yet the entire legislative body of imperial governors were at the head of the procession.

Shachath stood atop the massive black chariot that led the parade, flanked on all sides by an honor guard of Sith. Had anyone not known better, they may have mistaken him for a Sith Lord, but he was nothing of the sort.. aside from his terrible form. Taller than any mortal man, with his high helm he towered over almost everyone. Yet, he looked nothing more than a great black shadow as he had draped himself in the terror of darkness. Even to some Sith, he was a fright to behold, and with his new found authority, this fear was justified.

He could sense it. Millions of people, waving and cheering though they were, he saw them not with mortal eyes, but with the power of the Force and through this he could see their terror. "Can you smell eet, my Lords?" his deformed, twisted mouth, hissed at the Sith who escorted him, "can you smell... zeir fear?"

"It eez better to be feared zan loved." He smiled, dark blood oozing between his sharpened teeth. "And yet, zey must also 'ave 'ope, no?" His laugh was even more terrible than his smile. A deep chortle underscored by the gurgle of the tar-like liquid that constantly poured from his mouth sores.

His pale white hand shot into the air to wave at the crowd as the procession neared the capital building of Ord Mirit, assuring them that they were safe under his watchful.. eyes?...Anyway... Shachath would be the Will of the Emperor and he would govern through fear... teasing the masses with hope.

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Spoiler: Will Tags

[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Viktor Alexander"] [member="Silva Talith"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Lorelei Darke"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Carach"]​

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Spoiler: The One Sith Roll Call

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[Cryax Bane]

No matter what planet Cryax Bane was currently on, his reputation had a way of preceding him. Riding atop a black repulsorlift chariot a few vessels behind the newly-appointed One Sith government's Speaker of the Wills, the Chiss wondered just how much of that reputation had tainted the opinion of him in the eyes of Ord Miritians. His trajectory to what the One Sith government called the Will of Csilla was a long and twisted one. Bane started his career as a dirt-poor slicer from the Outer Rim, and worked his way up to President of a crime syndicate, a position that made him a very wealthy Chiss, but also a marked man. Additionally, his fame attracted the attention of the Butcher King of Panatha, Darth Vornskr, who, using powerful Sith sorcery, abducted and enthralled the crime lord in order to control the growing crime syndicate which had just wiped out the Black Sun. A few years later, after the Great Disappearance, Bane betrayed his very own organization at the apex of its success, stealing millions of credits from the syndicate's business accounts. He then fled to Coruscant to join forces with the Sith themselves. The rest, as they say, was galactic history.

Bane himself had commanded walkers and droid forces in the Battle of Ord Mirit, so this procession should have been a proud moment for the Chiss. However, the politician was much too preoccupied with his abyssal approval rating on Csilla to bask in any personal victories.

Flanked by four Chiss Ascendancy N1 "Chiss" Battle Droids as added protection, the Will was dressed in a neat black zeyd-cloth suit over armorweave underclothes. Cryax had taken a lesson out of the Great Admiral Thrawn's playbook and had a skittish Ysalamir strapped to his back. Hopefully Nailgun would show a bit more bladder control than in previous outings, but just in case, he had dressed the lizard in a tiny pair of diapers which were thankfully hidden by the nutrient pack in which it sat.

Silver linings, at least no one had tried to assassinate him yet.

@All One Sith [member="Shachath"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Silva Talith"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Lorelei Darke"] [member="Eske"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor Alexander followed the procession of newly appointed Wills. His mind was largely preoccupied by the myriad of things still left to be done on Balmorra but when the Emperor called you answered. He was dress in a suit, one of the style he normally wore, as he road in a ridiculous black chariot.

Spoiler

He smiled and he waved his expression a pure poker face. Instead of a full retainer falling him around Viktor only had two people with him an assistant and a lone guard. Viktor had not been in the Battle that took place here. However weapons from Balmorra had been and the delivery of those weapons had been overseen by Viktor. After all he was a planner not a fighter............unless of course you brought the fight to his world and then you would see how quick a politician can pikc up a blaster or stick a virbo blade in your gut.

Viktor looked towards the front. Just in front of him was [member="Cryax Bane"] a blue gentleman flanked by battle droids. The first thing that ran through his mind was not why battle droids but what series they were. it made him chuckle.

Further up the line leading the procession was [member="Shachath"] a..........................well Viktor was not sure what he was or if he was even a he but apparently the massive creature was his new boss on the galactic stage. While a frightening specimen to be sure Viktor would deal with it and do what needed to be done.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Darth Venefica stood on the repulsorlift looking into the crowd of onlookers, most failing at their attempt to hide their fear and disgust at the Sith rulers. Most planets under the rule of the one whose name could not be spoken, like Anaxes, flourished greatly; but history was a hard fact to change. Sith, by their very nature, where conquerors, not builders. Every new structure erected or program instituted for the betterment of the citizens were viewed with mixed feelings. One side, with open arms, quickly embraced the changes. One side, with hands clenched into balls, stood poised to fight and eject the Sith from their planets.​

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She glanced at the strong military presence, a needless show of force in her opinion, was meant to install a sense of fear into the citizens. Military might meant martial law, and martial law meant oppression; and oppression was the backbone of Sith history. If it was meant to install fear, then the Sith were creating a ticking bomb; and that was the desire effect the Sith did not need. Her ears perked up when she heard the tall one who spoke to them about fear and love.​

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"Fear.....fear will not keep them in line. Fear will drive a spike so deep into their hearts that they," she was saying as she swung her left hand out to stress the looks of disgust on the faces of the citizens, "Will rebel."​

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"And they will never love us."​

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Darth Venefica stepped closer to the one whose name could not be spoken, spurring his/her personal guard to step closer to her. She turned toward them and shot a venomous hiss in their direction. The puppet brigade that guarded the one whose name could not be spoken would never intimidate her. Gently she tapped her fingers on the hilt of her weapon until they relaxed and took a couple steps back.​

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"Nevermind. Not worth bothering anyone over," the Sith Lady said to the guards.​

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Darth Venefica returned to the spot she started without waiting for a response from anyone, her eyes staring into the eyes of the crowd. It was dangerous for the one whose name could not be spoken to be out in the open; but it was not her place to assure him/her of this. Afterall, he/she was suppose to be the most powerful of all Sith.​

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[member="Shachath"] l [member="Cryax Bane"] l [member="Viktor Alexander"] l [member="Silva Talith"] l [member="Matsu Xiangu"] l [member="Lorelei Darke"] l [member="Eske"] l [member="Darth Praelior"] l [member="Darth Carach"] l [member="Darth Vornskr"] l [member="Reverance"] l [member="Vrag"] l [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]​

 

[Sifa Tirel]

Sifa stood quietly on a balcony above the procession, her eyes slowly wandering over the line of Wills, Sith Lords, and military personnel. Her lips were thin, her face a bit more pale than it had been only a couple of weeks ago. She was more muscular, though her clothes still fit. Her lightsaber hung from her hip, though she doubted there would be much occasion to use it today.

No, today was a celebration.

Her hand wrapped around the railing in front of her, her elbow leaning against the cold steel to provide a place for her head to rest, a palm spread out across her face, as if it was holding her.

Sifa wondered why this was necessary. She had never really understood the need for these things, even when she was in the Jedi. When the Sith Empire had been defeated the Republic had made a show of things. Selena Halcyon and those that lead the charge had been vaunted as heroes, as burning bright example of what could be done when true Jedi rose. Of course in the end, one of those true Jedi had turned out to not be a Jedi at all.

She frowned slightly, remembering just how many of her friends had turned when the One Sith had revealed themselves, just how many Jedi had left the Order in favor of the Sith. She supposed she was one of those now, a black sheep, a mark for the Order to cross off. She let out a sight, then began to look at the celebration once more. Her eyes wandered and centered on the Wills, watching them as they flaunted their new found status.

Sifa wondered how long it would be before they realized they had made a mistake.

 

[Mythos]

Ah, finally the comfy chairs and the inauguration parties. So this was the WIll of the Emperor. ANimus was on the edge of his seat foe the whole procedure, the end goal and the primary targets of government agencies of the One Sith were here as well as politicians Governors and the Lot of the One Sith hd come. Quite an evening indeed... However.. Animus was here on other business... Animus was seeking something special, interesting in particular to him. The Proceedings will commence soon he was hoping. Accompanied of course with his Muun Advisor. Galicus sagious to see the ongoing presentation of wills.

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As un-amused as he was with previous encounters Galicous Sagious was more than pleased to be introduced to this spectacle. Next to him of course was his dear "Nephew" Animus, who had grown quite a bit since he last saw him in the Skies of Csilla. "A Knight you say? Dear boy i never doubted you, remember than you have limits you cannot accomplish if you work hard at them, do you understand?" Galicus spoke in his usual scoff as if it was a mere title, which to Animus it was. Perhaps this great assembly would prove much wisdom to the yet young and upstart Animus, or a he is being Called. Darth... Something he could not remember, he was Animus to the old Muun and he will always be.

 

[Nerius]

Nerius, unlike the rest, did not feel he was important enough to warrant any acknowledgment. He had been the first to attempt leading his soldiers into battle, but in a few fail swoops, had lost them all to cannon fire. However, with his distraction, the others with the larger squads were able to devastate the Republic.

Dressed in his Phrik armor, as it was the closest thing he had to ceremonial garb, he stood in the shadows of those around him. Silently contemplating, absorbing the words of his superiors. But mainly he took in the sight of the one who should not be named. Before long though, a woman he recognized from the Alchemy school run by Bane was near.

As he moved closer Nerius allowed his body to elongate, to mold itself until his Pink form was gone, and in its place was a medium build Caucasian human. Once within earshot he asked calmly, "You're Venefica, correct?"

[member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

It seemed that social gatherings were becoming the norm of the One Sith. Now they had taken over Ord Mirit and Lord Sebastian had not been present. He had a lot on his plate, much to study and a daughter to care for. Her name was [member="Iori Layth"] and while she was not his daughter by blood, he would kill anyone who dares to harm or even mess with her. Still very young and innocent, but she would grow to know the dark side in due time.

He walked with his little girl through the shadows, something she'd be use to as the shadows were his ally. He walked up behind [member="Darth Venefica"] and stood next to her watching the parade, "They will never love us indeed, but we will be strong without such things." His words were very matter of factly and without emotion. That is, until he addressed Iori, "Lady Venefica, I believe you have yet to meet Iori, my daughter. A fine Soth she will make one day."

 

[T. Greg]

trist or his sith name ravik was different than other sith yes, very different in the fact that revik was a tainted blood which meant he was the product of a unholy series of events that lead to his birth from a sith pureblood mother and a human Jedi that secret was keep from revik and all of the sith until he was 14 and a blood sample test taken had the blood of a known jedi knight in it leading to only one conclusion. they quicky almost over night took his mother out there home and was trailed by the sith council..........the trial was short and all members agreed on the punishment for such a ""mockery against the sith"" ravik was never the same after watching his mothers execution I would of been easy for ravik to turn against the sith so easy as the blaster squad opened up on his mother but his mother told his what to do if something thing what would eventually happen he was to keep training and fight the jedi keep training those words ecoed in his head till this day shaking away his thoughts he looks down watching the people like ants swarming and yapping about different topics mostly about the emperor, ravik shakes his black dreadlocks out of the pony tail that had previously confounded them they hung just at his shoulders , ravik work standard sith robes red and black revik had a medium build with a few muscles but nothing over the top , his lightsaber dangling from his belt clapping against the metal railing every couple of seconds as revik looks around for any source of entertainment or a way to kill this unnatural boredom he looks spotting a female on another balcony [member="Sifa Tirel"]

 

[Lief]

Iori had decided that she would follow [member="Lord Sebastian"] obediently, given that he had assumed the role of her Father, trusting that Regulus would save her should anything be amiss. Despite the turbulent few weeks she'd had, the child was far more used to frivolity and light than she was the shadows, even with her heritage, and so she clung to the hand of her protector, clutched the little lion close to her chest. She was intimidated by the darkness.

When they drew up beside a Lady, Iori stared for a moment... Before thinking better of it and peering down over the parade. It was nothing like those she had seen back home, there was something eerily off about it. The woman too. When she was addressed the little girl tore her attention away from the people down below and peered up at Sebastian curiously. For now she said nothing, as he hadn't been speaking to her but the woman at his side. Still, she was curious all the same.

[member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Being a Starchaser, exploration was in her blood. And no matter how much mental mind-frakking [member="Sage Bane"] did, she couldn't escape those desires. That morning was one of the few mornings she woke up in her own private quarters on her master's Star Destroyer. Without his warming touch, physical and mental, next to her in the bed, she had woken up with a little more clarity of mind and a hint of mischievousness.

Sneaky field trip time!!

It didn't take much to 'borrow' one of the shuttles and pilot to the sith celebration she heard Sage mention during their practice session last night. Of course, she wouldn't put it past Lord Bane to put some trackers in her clothes and/or shoes. Whatevs. Right now she was in teen rebellious-mode.

Too-blue eyes took everything in: some blue chiss dude with a bunch of battle droids, a creepy-looking kid, Animus (!!!!), and a few unknown faces amidst a sea of sith soldiers in uniform. She smiled and was rewarded with a whistle from one of the soldiers as she continued to weave through the celebration crowds.

 

[Sinistra]

Sinistra watched the parade making the way up the avenue, her place quietly and happily out of the spotlight of those on the platforms. She knew some of the darkling throng had been jubilant at being included with the upper echelons of Sith society. She was content to be a stranger in these affairs, a face in the crowd of one of the grand parties to celebrate the arrival of the esteemed guests.

She was not dressed as a conqueror today, there was nothing outwardly that would identify her as being one of the Sith, and so she was allowed to pass through the crowd at the party, listening to the gossip, to the fear, to the hopes of those now under the rule of the One Sith. She had made sure he name was included on the guest list of this particular soiree as it was supposed to be rife with the oligarchs that had found themselves suddenly in a shark tank.

As her civilian cover of being Kira Corsai, the matriarch of a Kuati merchant house, she was a welcome sight and could provide a measure of some relief to these barracudas that they were not going to be swallowed whole by the new regime. As long they followed imperial doctrine, the Dark Lord was not really all that interested in the minor trade of such a place like Ord Mirit. In fact, she offered the assistance of her own staff should they require it in order to assure a swift transition to One Sith report structures.

Never mind that her staff was a skilled team of slicers, hackers and spies ready to plunder every stolen secret and juicy morsel they had to hide.

She sipped the champagne in her hand, her gaze wandering out the window as the parade of Sith drug onwards. Pity, she thought, they are missing quite the party.

 

[Sage Bane]

Sage Bane never missed an opportunity to preen. Fortunately, the procession on Ord Mirit was going to fulfill that opportunity quite nicely. Having fought on Ord Mirit alongside his half-brother, the Sith Lord was planning on unabashedly basking in the adoration of the Ord Miritians, well, the ones in the crowd that did not detest their oppressive overlords. (Admittedly their numbers were few.) At the same time, Sage would use the opportunity to impress his lovely apprentice, [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] who he imagined would be quite awestruck by the pomp of the jet black repulsorlift chariots which they would sit astride. There was just one problem.

His apprentice was gone.

Sage had left their private quarters on his star destroyer well before she woke. He'd been planning on surprising Kinsey with the Holo-schematics of his soon-to-be-built palace on Fresia. An insanely expensive and lavish construction project, the palace would be a place where Kinsey could have anything she desired, or well, anything that he desired for her, like Guarlara stables, her own personal training rooms, and her own private library, as well as a whole zoo of Sithspawn to guard her. He was planning on showing her the throne room, where both of them would sit, ruling over the island planet as King and Queen. Never mind that there was a lake of blood a few miles away, Fresia would still be a paradise for them. And he knew that she would love it.

A tic danced along his jawline when Sage saw the empty room. Worse still, Kinsey's presence in the Force was nonexistent. She had obviously escaped from The Laughing Dead. How it happened was not important. What mattered was how to deal with this insurrection. After everything he had done for her, this was how she treated him? The Sith Lord flipped the switch on his comm link and commanded his crew to prepare a transport shuttle for him. When they asked where the shuttle would take him, he made them wait.

The tracking chip he had installed right underneath the skin on the nape of her neck would be pinging her location in a few short minutes.

 

[Sifa Tirel]

She didn't care much for celebrations, never had. They seemed like gaudy wastes of time that had little to no purpose other than to boost the ego of whomever was being celebrated. She supposed that was the actual truth, and everyone just went along with it because one day they hoped to be the ones that were being celebrated.

Sifa remembered a few of the victory parades for the Republic, the massive celebrations that had undergone on Coruscant when the Sith had been 'defeated'.

It was funny to her, in an ironic sort of way.

Her hand tightened on the metal railing in front of her, fingers grazing against her face as she tapped the pad's of them against her cheekbone. The Nagai watched the streets below, red and yellow eyes hiding for a few seconds as she closed her eye. It seemed like Most Sith Lords were here, either to support the Will's or as a show of their own force. She wondered how they took this split of authority, if it had been there manipulations or if it had been forced upon them by the one being that stood above them.

A shiver crawled down her spine as she thought of the man that could bend Sith Lord's to his will. The Dark Lord had not been seen in some time, at least not in public. In the back of her mind Sifa wondered why, where he was, what he was planning, and how the Will's fit into that plan. Her lips thinned and her eyes opened again, falling on some of the Sith Lords in the procession.

 

[Darth Arcis]

It had been far too long since he'd attended a celebration - or anything closely related to this new Empire. For much of the past decade, Lord Arcis had spent that time in the Unknown Regions where his kingdom lay, where his fleet resided, and the very place he called home sat safely in peace. Of course stagnation was the primary thing to combat in those waning years, most of those long months spent in intense physical training and meditation. While he was old and archaic in the eyes of this new breed of "Sith," he still had bigger guns than them.

The Pureblood Sith flexed his right arm, sending a pair of gleaming eyes downwards to survey steel-coiled muscle.

"Uh, sir?" One of the pair of Commandos flanking him asked. "Something wrong?"

Darth Arcis turned to face the commando, one he had grown quite fond of. His nickname was Roach, mainly because those things scared the mess out of the trooper and also because he was as durable as one of those damned buggers. "Nothing at all, just admiring myself. Y'know, trying not to be as brooding and dull as the rest of these people here."

The trooper gave a slight nod, no doubt sporting a confused look from behind his helmet.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Sifa Tirel"]

Kinsey Starchaser physically bumped into the girl with the two different colored eyes, oblivious to her surroundings just as she was with the tracker her master had placed beneath her skin. Ewwwy, gross. If Kinsey knew about that she would not be making out with [member="Sage Bane"] anytime soon, well, at least until he mind-frakked her into forgetting about it.

"Oh, sorry." She flashed the girl one of her winning smiles that made Zeltron men and women melt. "I've never been to anything like," exuberant hands motioned around them, "this before. First timer too? Are you a sith? I mean with the sith? I'm Kinsey."

The teen offered the other woman her hand.

It was just the way Kinsey operated. Instant friend-mode engaged.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Darth Venefica knew that her popularity level was dipping, as well as her loyalty to the one who couldn't be named. But she had achieved more than most Sith that referred to themselves to share the title with her. She believed in the Sith Order, she no longer believed in the mantra. Was she a traitor? Absolutely not, she just wasn't closed minded. Where most saw fear as they way to keep the infidels in line, she saw options. Where most saw war was the only way to collect planets, she saw ways of treachery and deceit to manipulate worlds for the one who couldn't be named to rule over. Sith, by tradition, never saw eye-to-eye on most topics unless it was the ultimate destruction of the Jedi Order.​

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And even then she believed those that called themselves Sith were mistaken. But she no longer cared to dance to the macabre song that was the One Sith's only tune they knew. She jigged to her music, a haunting tune that only a true Sith would dare glide across the dance floor to. Let them have war, let them bask in the understanding fear would keep those in line, and let those foolish enough to walk between life and death thinking they knew what all Sith wanted. Including the one who could not be named.​

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"I am," she absently spoken to the one who spoke her name.​

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Then it seemed her popularity was growing when a Knight she knew well spoke to her; introducing his daughter to her. The Swamp Witch glanced down at the young girl, giving her a polite smile. She wondered where this girl's choices lied. She knew where her Father stood in the grand scheme of things, but did she follow suit or was she already tainted by false truths?​

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"I care little for their love....nor do I care for this facade we all have been dragged to. Sith....the most feared name in the galaxy has become.....tarnished."​

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[member="Nerius"] l [member="Lord Sebastian"] l [member="Iori Layth"]​

 

[Komo]

Greta loved parades. She had always loved events like these, and this particular event in Ord Mirit today was a rather huge one. She did rather love preening. A little too much, some would say. They were definitely not scrimping on the cost when it came to praising the Dark Lord. Being a lover of attention, this was such a glorious event to be involved in. As the newly appointed Will of Prakith, she had the privilege of riding in the magnificent procession atop a uniform black repulsorlift chariot, the same one that carried the rest of the emperor's wills.

The military procession was escorted on both sides by One Sith commandos, flanked by various troopers from the combined military forces. Hovering in the air, Darth Noxia's Sentinel drones would follow, guarding the blonde sith with their smart sensors. Darth Noxia stood up straight, beaming at the cheering crowds with her infectious, radiant smile.

Oh, how wonderful these people were.

Noxia had always loved Prakith. Despite serving in the mountainous fortress world for two years, she had gone on to excel in her tasks there, impressing her superiors who had written glowing recommendations and testimonies that she would bring back with her to her home in the capital world. Apart from the planet's natural terrain defence, it was also heavily fortified with a multitude of military installations and emplacements. She had come to loved the world there, and had even entertained thoughts of finding residence in Prak City, a home away from home. As for the parade, all Noxia would do now was to wave. Smile and wave.

[member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Viktor Alexander"]

 

[Sifa Tirel]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

She turned to find the girl there, a look of surprise flashing across her features.

Her eyes opened wide as the girl spoke, though more accurately it could be described as a chirp. She seemed to go on and on until Sifa was reminded of a young lady that she had once met in the AgriCorps. That girl had been named Maria. Maria hadn't been the brightest or the most powerful Jedi that Sifa had ever met, but she had perhaps been the kindest soul that would ever walk this universe.

Maria had been lost on Kashyyyk.

"Hello." Sifa said as she reached up and took the girls hand, shaking it with a slight squeeze. "I'm Sifa."

She didn't answer the question of whether she was Sith or not, perhaps because she did not yet feel like it. She had fought with them, trained with them, but she had yet to take that step. The former Jedi knew that it would happen, knew that it would eventually come, but it had yet to arrive.

 

[Sage Bane]

At least Sage didn't have to traipse all over the galaxy looking for his apprentice. According to her tracking chip, [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] was directly below him, on Ord Mirit, right where the procession was scheduled to be. Although he didn't have to go far, the ride on the dropship still gave him plenty of time to stew about her disappearance. By the time he got dirtside, Sage was livid, eyes flashing red, teeth grinding against one another.

"Prepare my steed," Sage hissed to his men. The Sith soldiers who flanked him retrieved his Nabooian mount from the dropship. Nightbrother was horribly phobic of large crowds, and the animal balked at the sight of the thick forest of beings who had lined up to watch the procession.

Sage stepped up into the saddle of his guarlara and sat astride it, pouring his Force sense into the crowd. Her Force signature beckoned to him, his lost apprentice found. With a sharp cry, he kicked his heels into the beast's sides. Letting out an indignant huff, Nightbrother went galloping right through parade watchers, trampling those too oblivious to move out of his way. Several blocks later he came into view of the procession, causing quite a ruckus as his nimble black-maned steed parted the crowd before him.