Meanwhile, at the Legion of Doom [TSE Ruling Council]

Darth Carnifex · Sep 23, 2018

Ruling Council Convergence Hall, the Emperor's Palace
Bastion

The hour drew late on Bastion, the Imperial capital of the Sith Empire. The sun had long since dipped beneath the horizon, bathing Ravelin in a penumbra of darkness illuminated only by the artificial lights of the city-scape. And none were so glorious as the shining edifice to the Empire's magnanimous glory as the Emperor's Palace, which rose above every other structure in the capital city and dominated all perceptions. Its four faces were pulsating with light as a swarm of hovercars and royal security patrols encircled it with unceasing activity, dignitaries and servants of the state moving above the Palace's gargantuan grounds on business that seemed to never end.

While most of the city's inhabitants slumbered, blissfully secure in their convictions and warmed by the blessed glow of their Emperor's magnificence, the rulers of the Empire stirred within the monument to Imperialism.

For it was as they said, there was to be no rest for the wicked.

And lo, did the wicked congregate within the pyramid of darkness. A circular room, nearly thirty feet wide from end to end, was their place of meeting. Its floors were an elaborate and reflective scarlet durasteel while its walls were arranged in the traditional manner of brutalist architecture that dominated the Empire's political and military structures across its vast territories. At its center sat a massive holoprojector, capable of projecting images fifty feet in height at the discretion of whoever operated it. For now, it laid dormant as several cloaked individuals emerged from the partition on the north side of the chamber.

Firstly came the Sith Emperor himself, Darth Carnifex, draped in robes of rich vermillion and carrying himself with absolute authority and power. Behind him were the various lords, bureaucrats, military officials, and religious leaders of the Sith Empire who constituted the council that advised the Emperor on all matters of state, serving directly at his discretion.

They had come together on this hallowed night to discuss the future of the Empire, now that their enemies had been rendered as dust before their collective implacable might.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Vestille Thumahra"]

[member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Mythos"]

(And any other high-ranking Sith or NFU I forgot to mention)

Darth Bellum · Sep 23, 2018

Kor Vexen

Emperor's Palace, Bastion
Legion General

Bastion, the crown jewel of the glorious Sith Empire, and home to their both highly esteemed and feared Emperor; a place in which Vexen did not frequent often due to his campaigns waged against the enemies of the Empire. In fact, he was not physically present upon the planet, rather a proxy in the form of a holodroid that projected his armored visage roamed the grand halls of the palace to their place of meeting moved and spoke in his place as he was presently occupied with crushing any resistance throughout the systems to ensure that their Empire maintained its magnificent and unblemished grandeur.

Even defeated, any small contingent of those who seek to disrupt the Empire could fester into a troublesome boil, which is why Vexen's current interests were in the utter annihilation of possible dissidents. Since the crushing defeat of rebels, insurgents and flat-out enemies of the empire, there was much in the way of rapid and aggressive expansion as well as rethinking of the immediate security in regions around the capital system. But the technicalities of which systems to add to the Empire were being spoken of amongst the upper echelons of the Sith Hierarchy.

The metallic footsteps could be heard from the holodroid walked through the halls. Vexen's holographic image appeared in full detail and likeness at full scale over the droid's form, his hands held behind his back as his expressionless gaze was focused on his destination. Upon reaching their place of meeting, the door would open as the holodroid walked in, Vexen's figure standing in the presence of their Emperor to whom he offered a deep and respectful bow after bringing an arm up to his chest in a salute. His armored visage would straighten up as he patiently waited for the others to arrive and this meeting to be called into full motion.

Darth Prazutis · Sep 23, 2018

The halls of the imperial palace could be intimidating to some, inspiring to others. But they were home to Darth Prazutis, Shadow Hand of [member="Darth Carnifex"] and Supreme Commander of Sith-Imperial Forces. Even in the late hours of the night while at home he was moving from one task to the next an entourage at his back, always maximizing every minute of the day and surrounding him was an entourage that advised him in virtually all matters, in high command meetings these included the Supreme General, Supreme Admiral, the Highlord, the High Warlord, the Director of the IDF, Lazerus his Chief Lieutenant walked at his side the silent tap of his cane clacking on the floor to name a few that now walked alongside him.

The Shadow Hand wore a deep robe of crimson with gold sith runes and sigils, a necklace around his neck portrayed the sigil of Nereus while he wore a signet ring that held the Eye of Solomon and signified him as one of the families top leaders second to the Arch-King. The infamous Lord of Lies walked with supreme confidence, an aura of command surrounded the over eight foot tall giant that dominated rooms, killed chatter and drew eyes. A pair of molten eyes scanned his surroundings and a poker face making it impossible to decipher what he was thinking, what his mood was, it left the giant a complete mystery. In time at the side of his nephew over the years he grew to eliminate sleep entirely, sleep was for the weak and it was a waste of time. Everything he needed he pulled from the dark side, he had far too much on his plate to waste such precious time.

Even at home he spent time monitoring things abroad keeping a watchful eye towards [member="Lady Kay"], guiding and watching his apprentice [member="Khonsu Amon"] grow stronger with every piece of knowledge he could get his hands on, and always keeping an eye out for enemies of the throne and his family.

The Dark Titan emerged from the partition and swept into the command chamber taking a place square at the Emperor's side while his entourage merged with the Sith Emperors. Many of the men and women behind them were longtime servants of the family, despite their dark natures the high echelon of the servants of House Zambrano formed a close bond and an excellent working relationship, they easily intermixed. A mere nod towards his nephew was the only greeting that they may have as he took his position ready to begin.

Kaalia Pavanos · Sep 23, 2018

Complaceny. It was a lethal illness easily contracted through the exposure to great amounts of success and victory, leading one to rest on their laurels. Complacency led to stagnation, stagnation led to death. But although the Sith Empire had seen monumental victories and successes come in a seemingly endless stream, room for complaceny would not be left. There was always more work to be done and so, Darth Avacyn too had come to be part of the council alongside the others within the most influencial circles that made their nation. Even if there were those with different reasons why, in the end they all shared the same goal- ensuring the Empire would continue its abundant growth and for this the future was to be discussed.

For the woman herself, that reason was quite simple. To create a safe home for her wife and family away from the turmoil and destruction that was in the very nature of the galaxy and now with the recent development that their family was set to be expanded, it had become even more important to her. She was willing to do whatever it took to ensure their children could grow up in a safe and stable home, something she never got to have.

The likes of the emperor himself, his Shadow Hand, and general Vexen would make their entrance into the room where the meeting was to take place and not far behind was Avacyn, clad in her armor that signified her position as Valkyrie elder, the last remaining of the three that had stood at the group's foundation. As she emerged into the chamber two Valkyrie knights followed closely behind, representative of the collective in its entirety. Great in numbers they were not, but they fulfilled an important role within the Empire that could not be ignored. The idea of bringing an entourage was not something the Sith lady particularly enjoyed, but she still understood its purpose.

Having made her entrance, Avacyn made sure to show the respect all of those who had been invited were due. The first small bow of the head was directed towards Carnifex, greetings towards Prazutis and general Vexen followed shortly after and one by one all others received their recognition. After all, it was never a singular being that could hold up an entire empire. It required many of the strongest, brightest, and wisest to ensure its foothold in the galaxy remained steadfast.

Mythos · Sep 23, 2018

Everything was proceeding precisely like he had foreseen, like hos oracles had foreseen, this day Mythos walked in Bastion. Inside the palace his eyes bounced from the architecture that dated back a millennia, in the home of his emperor. Glorious. Around him the dark side of the force was strong and unique unlike anything he had experienced. He walked along side Anok-eh, his Anubian consort and second command, the Anubian was well over two and a half meters tall and wore the traditional attire for the oracles of Ankhypt. His rudis as well as the blade of satvas that dated back to the One Sith were in his belt to compliment the traditional attire of the followers of the old emperor, mainly a dark cloak of leather with the trophies and emblems of their conquests, devotions and sacrifice. There was much to do, still the new schemes of the prototype star destroyer was being designed and Mythos wanted to create a single unique ship with the capability of replicating a design he had found long ago...

Everything took a back seat, the moment he opened the doors into the chamber where his emperor resided the time for the future was now. He had never had the chance to bend the knee to his emperor [member="Darth Carnifex"] as time and wars always preceded him but now, after all he had been through and seeing everything he saw inside and outside these walls he gladly did so. "My Emperor, Thy Will Be Done" Mythos said gazing from behind his knee that shined gilded by the ceremonial aurodium chainmail that covered it, his voice filled with confidence and optimism for the future. A spring in his muscles brought him back to his feet and with his brothers once again, the way he moved seemed vibrant and full of energy as if attempting to absorb everything he saw all at once

In the brutalist style and dark colors Mythos stuck out like a sore thumb, his attire was white and gold and adorned with bronze jewelry as was his more dark colored anubian counterpart which wielded a staff.

He had seen much through the ancient eye, the relic that now hung from his neck incomplete for the time being. It provided Mythos a rare ability many seemed to cast off into the distance, many thought lost and many more thought simply impossible; To see into the future. His eyes met in the room an unmistakable figure right after he hailed his own emperor, [member="Darth Prazutis"], the shadow hand. The shadow giant with blazing red eyes was a sight to see and one Mythos had not seen in a long time as well. Towering almost twice the size as the Sith Magnus the Shadow Hand eclipsed him if one was to look at them facing each other, Mythos gave him a nod and a knowing smile, after commenor they were more than just on the same page.

When Mythos took his seat he scanned around looking for other familiar faces yet found new ones he recognized through tales, after much archaeology he found sometimes that was all he needed. The female in the leather armor he knew to be [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], one of the founders of the Valkyries as such was their armor, he smiled at her noting that rumors and crude tales of her beauty were matching the evidence of their brutality. The holodroid as he turned to look was a bit more perplexing, Mythos was not too fond of extreamly advanced technology and this had the makes of it. After analyzing the pattern of his armor and the design of the hologram there would be no doubt this was General [member="Kor Vexen"]. If the tales were true he was the origin of the haka-bara myth among old troopers of the outer rim, a machine that feasted on souls, Mythos found that amusing as he rested his head back and awaited more to arrive.

Taeli Raaf · Sep 23, 2018

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Kor Vexen"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

No great entourage announced her arrival or bespoke of her influence, no fanfare or anything of the sort. It was a quiet entrance for the Lady of Secrets and Triumvir of Power, Darth Arcanix or Taeli Raaf as she was known. When the Emperor summoned the upper echelon of those who served the Empire, she had, of course, come as swiftly as possible. Garbed in robes of dark purple and black, hood lowered and dark hair framing her face and purple eyes, she had a quiet and calm air about her.

The palace was as opulent as always, projecting the power and wealth of the Empire. With only her maid, and the girl secretly a member of her Order of Shadows now, at her shoulder, datapad in her hand, Taeli took note of everyone that had arrived already. She bowed her head to the Emperor and the Shadow Hand, smiled at Kaalia, and kept her expression neutral towards General Vexen and Lord Mythos. She wasn't on a familiar term with either of them after all, only knowing them through their actions.

She would take her place near the Shadow Hand as was her right, remaining quiet as they waited for the rest of those summoned to arrive. Fiolette should hopefully be arriving shortly, but they would need to keep it professional here, at this meeting to determine the next course for the Sith Empire.

Fiolette Fortan · Sep 23, 2018

Bastion

Ravelin, Dark Palace
Meeting with the Legion of Doom
[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]
[member="Mythos"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Vestille Thumahra"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Saarai"]

Night had fallen upon Ravelin, the lights of the city made themselves known as the shuttle that Fiolette rode in soared above. The Emperor's Palace or the Dark Palace as it was colloquially known towered over much of Ravelin itself. The closer the shuttle got the more security could be seen, as even now in this late hour servants of various importance traveresed the space near the palace. The shuttle came around one of the four faces that pulsated with light, soon it hovered above the gargantuan grounds of the palace itself. It moved into a nearby hangar where the Rear Admiral would disembark.

In the dark of the night the leaders of the Empire gathered. Inside what could be considered a galactic wonder on its own, where brutalist architecture more than dominated. Fiolette's boots could be heard, black trousers, black uniform jacket and belt with a silver buckle that bore the emblem of the Sith Empire. Hair pulled back and up above the shoulder. Blue eyes looked ahead pairing the memory of the palace to what she saw now. When she had been here last, she knelt before the Emperor and swore loyalty and service. Once more she was here within its halls, this time she was here to discuss the future of the Empire.

She would not be alone in this endeavor, no. The Emperor saw fit to summon leaders throughout the Empire, Sith Lords, Ladies, Admirals, Generals and Mercenary Consultants alike. Each one had their part to play, a role in which to perform to keep the cogs of the empire moving. Ahead of Fiolette, the Sith Lady Darth Arcanix had arrived and while she and Fiolette shared an intimate relationship. Both assured the other that professionalism would be the priority, even if, they had been announced already. The Galidraani Ball was still well within her mind, it marked a celeberation of power and the ushering of a new chapter within the Sith Empire.

Darth Empyrean · Sep 24, 2018

Barbatos, Palace of The Dark Lord
Cirqa 854 ABY

Interacting with: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] │ [member="Taeli Raaf"] │ [member="Mythos"] │ [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] │ [member="Darth Prazutis"] │ [member="Kor Vexen"] │ [member="Darth Carnifex"]
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Bastion, the crowning jewel of The Empire. It stood as a beacon of imperial authority, prosperity, and all that came with the efficient aesthetic of a growing dominion. The fortress world had likely never seen a better day, not in the times it stood as the Imperial Remnant’s foothold, nor under the Fel; but as it stood now, free of the domination of The Primeval, of the Mandalorians, kept together by the almighty strength of The Sith. It was this exact planet that Darth Maliphant had been crowned governor of, a minor lord amongst the many, but someone of influence as it stood.

It was likely the only reason he was invited to the high ranking council meeting, and it stood as a moment of pride for him. All the growth, the time spent training, making the connections, and now entrusted with advising the Emperor himself. As his footsteps took him closer to the chamber, two personal Sith knight’s tailing him for protection and entourage status, he couldn’t help but become slowly intoxicated by the raw potential that could be felt through the force. The council was filled with the most powerful entities in the known galaxy, as Maliphant was to stand among them.

How enticing.

As he entered the council room, he offered anyone who looked upon him with a subtle smile, his alabaster braid dancing behind him as he stood clattered in an all black formal suit with obvious imperial aesthetic decisions. Its geometric patterns help to accent his aesthetic form, and it stood as the smallest glimpse of influence that Maliphant carried; through subtle enough to not drag too much attention. Despite his invitation to the political council, he knew as well as anyone that his position there was minor by comparison, a gift given out of appreciation for his efforts, not for his current standing.

Darth Maliphant gave [member="Darth Carnifex"] and his entourage a slight bow, though offered no words as he moved to find a spot with his two masked bodyguards. They were taken from the Academy of Barbatos, hand picked by the puppeteered Overseer of the facility, and both stood as a prime example of what Maliphant was capable of. With both hands moving to clasp over one another, he stood idle, waiting for someone of more authority to speak.

Astrid Gray · Sep 24, 2018

Seeing the Emperor's Palace at night was always a sight that stole your breath, striking an imposing figure even when the sun was down. A monolithic structure that stood tall and proud in the center of Ravelin, the crowning jewel in the Sith Empire's capitol.

It had been Astrid's first sight upon being brought to Bastion, and now had become a frequent sight with her visits to the Palace. But it still held that same intimidating; yet inspiring effect, as she was guided through the hallways to tonight's destination.

She had still been high above Bastion, settled in her office on SINN's station working on some last minute details for tomorrow's stories. The message had come through, and Astrid had been quick to file everything away and make herself more presentable. Which came in the form of ordering her aides around in quick succession.

The doors slid open, heels clicking against the ground as the Mistress of Propaganda made her presence known. Like Taeli, she didn't have a grand entourage behind her. Instead only a single woman stood with her, Ves; her blond hair striking an image with her dark uniform. She was one of the few aides that had been selected early on and still remained dedicated at her boss' side.

Astrid had a much more subtle and reserve dress adorning her. A far cry from the usual style seen during the newscasts. Those were meant to draw everyone's attention, ensure as many eyes were watching and listening. But that wasn't needed for tonight's events. She bowed her head in respect to those that had already arrived. Some she recognized, others only by name and reputation. A group of people much more powerful; in the Force and otherwise, than her. But it didn't deter the woman as she found her place and remained quiet.

Darth Athora · Sep 24, 2018

The Imperial Palace - Bastion

The immortal strength and influence of the Sith Empire grew with and every passing moment the galaxy allowed them to. Very few were ignorant enough to defy the Empire and they all have failed miserably. The Galactic Alliance, Commenor, the Rebel Alliance. All fell to the crimson tide of the Sith Empire and, as history dictates, there would be more to try their hand at attempting to defy the Sith, and they too, would fall. If there were anyone who knew and preached this truth, it was Admiral Zahori Denko. She has seen firsthand, from the frontlines, the strength of the Empire. It drew her in to the clutches of the dark side, her quest for power and made her what she is today. Once a pawn of the Confederacy, and now a accomplished Imperial war hero, Zahori had come a long way.

Admiral Zahori Denko approached the Emperor's Palace after being summoned there to convene with other high ranked officials within the Sith Empire. The sith wore a modest black officer's uniform with a cloak draped down her back. As she entered the palace, she could already feel the empowering aura of the dark side combined with the sheer dark elegance and grace from the atmosphere created by the interior architecture. Few other places in the galaxy had this effect on those who traversed through such areas.

Zahori made her way through the many halls of the Imperial palace until she came upon the council room she was directed to and stepped inside. Many new and old faces arrived before her. Those she recognized were granted a brief gaze from Zahori, but those few new faces caught her attention for a few moments longer than the rest. After familiarizing herself with who was int he room, she continued on further into the council room, awaiting for the assembly to begin.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]
[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Vestille Thumahra"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Mythos"]
[member="Astrid Gray"] | [member="Darth Maliphant"]

Vestille Thumahra · Sep 24, 2018

Vestille Thumahra

Ruling Council Convergence Hall, the Emperor's Palace, Bastion

His visits to the Capital always meant business.

His position that had seen him off to the far reaches of Sith Empire territory to oversee the execution of the expansion efforts and watching as planet after planet fell into the fold had since recalled him to the shining light that was the crown jewel and the centerpiece of the Sith's ever growing Empire; Bastion. Before his rise to General, his time upon the planet had been brief, usually for a promotion ceremony or other small event or brief that called him from the front lines but, now? He was to walk within the inner sanctums of the Emperor himself, join at his table alongside many other prominent figures that held steer the Empire and took the weight of its requirements and responsibilities upon their backs-- His was no exception. Unlike those who came with elegance and with a trail of people to their name, the General carried himself with far less grace and even less accompaniment to the rallying call. Vestille traveled alone, his preferred method; those who followed in his footsteps usually found themselves at peril sooner or later-- Everyone connected to him was marked for death, it seemed, the abyss taking great interest and dangling its jaws beneath them, waiting for the time where they would inevitably slip up and perish. Thoughts tangled and apathy sprayed them down in cold blood as the armored figure made his way through the Emperor's Palace, following the stream of high value people.

He never even saw himself as important, not of the same cloth as some of those who he had witnessed entering and walking past him; the General saw himself as a replaceable cog in the machine, nothing more than a servant. It was suffice to say that despite the stone cold appearance, behind the veil things were changing. The serpent shifted through his body, nesting and waiting for its next opportunity to release itself. It had become comfortable and, whilst complacent, the subtle kicks were enough to cause some backdoor concerns. Something was brewing, a war, man versus a beast greater than any dog or wild animal; the outcome would spell either salvation or damnation for Vestille. He felt the eyes of the abyss upon him, watching with amusement.

The internal conflict quickly subsided as the General made his way inside the Convergence Hall, joining with the crowd of many and adding a face to the collection of valuable assets. He did his best to keep out of the spotlight, sticking to the far back as he waited for the meeting to get underway. Not a single word or acknowledgement came from him as his mind retreated back inwards, back to the walls keeping the animal within at bay-- Just how long could it hold?

Darth Carnifex · Sep 29, 2018

They came in their numbers, with their own advisors, servants, and various aides-de-camp that in turned counseled them on all matters. Many bowed, many fell to their knees in supplication for his blessing, but all of them did not do so out of abject submission or fear, but a tightly bound camaraderie that had been planted, cultivated and harvested from years of toil and battle to secure a future for not only their generation but for all generations that would come. They were comrades, brothers, and sisters in their service to the Dark Side of the Force, not enemies, not foes that they would have to dismantle tooth and nail. The Emperor had cast down such petty proclivities when he had reformed the Sith Order in the wake of the One Sith's dissolution.

Rule of Twos, Rule of Ones, Rule of Mights...

Swept away.

Until only the Rule of Order remained.

The Emperor held up his right hand, stifling any lingering mutterings amongst the assembled. Once total silence had been achieved, he spoke; "Compatriots, soldiers, Lords of the Sith... It brings great pleasure to my heart to see you all assembled here in such good health. Together, all of you and I have accomplished what was considered impossible, a suicidal endeavor... We have toppled the Galactic Alliance, sent their armies scattering to the wind, and broken their bastions of power. This is monumental! We are now poised at the precipice of greatness, besides us... Only the First Order stands as a comparable galactic power, no one else contends with our might."

A holographic map of the galaxy materialized above the assembled, projected from the massive station at the center of the room. It showed the borders of the Sith Empire and the First Order, alongside the pathways and battles that both had engaged in over the past several years that had brought them to this moment. "But in doing so we have ushered in a new era of challenges for our people. Our enemies are no longer centralized, they are no longer visible. The house of infidelity has been set alight, left to smolder and burn... And as consequence, the rats have fled their burrows and have taken to the sewers. The Alliance is shattered, but those fragmented shards can still cut."

The map disappeared, replaced with all points of contention across the galaxy where the Sith Empire had encountered well-armed rebel and resistance groups.

They were quite numerous.

"I have called you all here to discuss this grave threat to our Imperium, and how best we may move forward."

[member="Vestille Thumahra"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Astrid Gray"]

[member="Darth Maliphant"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

[member="Mythos"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

[member="Kor Vexen"]

Matsu Xiangu · Sep 29, 2018

Mentalism was the sort of speciality that left others with many mystical misconceptions regarding the Spider - perhaps she was always reading their mind, maybe their thoughts weren’t their own, and maybe most wild she could reach in to the past or see the future. If the latter were true, she would have been less surprised to find herself walking in that meeting room.

Anyone who was even somewhat familiar with the work she’d donated to the One Sith would know she had merely tolerated being surrounded by what she considered blind sycophants numbed to anything but destruction. A decidedly base instinct, in her opinion. After their great machine cannibalized itself, she’d been quite sure she was done with the efforts of the galaxy at large. She’d built her own quiet empire in the Unknown Regions, amassed wealth so unimaginable she didn’t have things enough in the galaxy to spend it on, tested her skills on worlds that cared nothing for her power.

But then this new Empire had appeared, the glimmer of sensibility about its advance. A mission, a vision. Oh, she didn’t always agree with the method. And she had no particular interest in what she might personally gain from the Empire’s advancement. The acquisition of planets and resources was in her mind, more of a secondary board game. Her motivations were most likely different from everyone sitting at that table, but pure - free of the poison of her own ambition, which was sated fully by her own pursuits elsewhere.

Participating in something besides her own work was an entertaining challenge. And she’d always liked challenges.

She came alone, horrific scarring incongruous with the grotesquely expensive clothing that hung off her just so and shiny black hair that fell in sheets to either side of her face. Though she appeared blind, it was merely corruption. She could see her way easily to her seat next to [member="Darth Saarai"] just as the Emperor began the meeting, one of two representatives of the Saaraishash sitting at the table of those that would decide the Empire’s next moves.

Although she had things she wanted to say, she was a rather new addition to the circle of players, and would hold her hand. For the moment.

Reverance · Sep 30, 2018

There was an emptiness where the saber used to be. After relinquishing it to the whims of want, the excision of that ultimate and chaotic power, he felt the void return. The very same that had been there along. Removing the cohabited twin was a process he thought would strengthen him, like cutting a tumor from an otherwise healthy body. But it wasn’t the case. That weapon masked it, even filled it, but never spent an inkling of its endless awareness to repair it.

And why would it?

He had retreated since then, finding an escape in the deepest regions of space. It wasn’t uncommon for the former Wrath to relish in varying degrees of solitude, but never to this extent. The Legion had forgiven him for his betrayal, even accepted him as one of their tormented own. He found his interpretation of comfort in their embrace, slivers of escalation perpetually performed in the twilight hours of his life. For every scar he had before, there was another formed atop. Looking back from the polished symbiote, taking on the form of a reflective mirror, he contemplated the ratios of wounds to flesh - it showed across his face and his body.

An eternity spent in isolation. Time stretched and contorted, elongated in the absence of purpose or presence or war or anger. There was a time he could have looked to others, groups and individuals who had shared his desires and obsessions. For chaos, for pain, for anything that furthered the goal of bringing the universe to a broken heel. But the Legion hadn’t seen the things he had seen, their vision was across an unapproachable canyon where his stood along the opposing cliff face, hanging by the thread of a deadened vine.

He came to this meeting not out of interest, not directly. His was more of an inclination of curiosity. His perception always catered towards the more destructive path of the Sith. A foundation formed with the intent to always be destroyed. It was his vision, one that died with his departure, and in its wake a different Empire formed. For their mission, it was Order. And Order stood at odds with the universe.

Resistance intrigued him. This effort intrigued him. And he was content to at least see where it was going.

He arrived to Bastion in a less than timely manner. It was a long trip and getting off the Legion ship was no small task. He made his way to the council chambers, surprised at how easy it was to find. Contrary to how he appeared in his former life, he wore simple clothes now - black and earthen tones fashioned from refined robe skin. A biote that obscured the cold anger of his presence, it almost seemed to grow as he walked. He was of a similar mind as [member="Vestille Thumahra"], finding a place in the back to avoid unnecessary attention.

He might have known many in the room, but he paid special attention to [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Offering him a subtle nod, both in conjunction with his initial introduction and with the merit of his success, Reverance listened quietly.

[member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

Taeli Raaf · Oct 3, 2018

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Vestille Thumahra"] [member="Zahori Denko"] [member="Astrid Gray"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Kor Vexen"]

As everyone finished filing into the meeting room, she nodded at the familiar faces, including the former Wrath of the One Sith Emperor. One of only a few Sith Lords that had known what her mission was and the true reason behind her defection from the One Sith. It was good to see he hadn't died in his exile. Returning her attention to the Dark Lord, she watched as he began the proceedings. It still brought a warm tingle to her every time the destruction of the Galactic Alliance was brought up.

While it had been a truly amazing accomplishment, it was true the remnants of the Alliance had scattered, fragmenting into individual forces that were causing problems still.

"My agents have reported that some Alliance fragments centered around Coren Starchaser and Jaius Sovv are hiding in the southern Outer Rim among the coalition there," she said. "I suspect the Outer Rim Coalition offered them a safe haven to rebuild, but we have yet to locate it."

They were being careful, but if her latest experiments succeeded... they would undetectable agents, even more so than her Order of Shadows agents had been in the leadup to Endgame.

Vestille Thumahra · Oct 3, 2018

Vestille Thumahra

Ruling Council Convergence Hall, the Emperor's Palace, Bastion

All this sounded far too familiar.

Before the chains had been broken, a time long since passed-- DT-2417 sat in briefing after briefing regarding the plans ahead once the main Alliance bloc had been all but stamped out. Resistance, as history had proven, was an ideal that had similarities to a cockroach, a sense of durability that allowed them to survive and continue to be a pest even after after being subject to the harshest of extermination. Throughout the various lectures given to him by superior officers back in the Galactic Empire, it wasn't until he had garnered his own sense of independence and additions of experience and identity under the banners of the Sovereignty and his current service under the Sith Empire had given him perspective on the matter. Whereas before he had simply been talked down to and expected to take this information on-board and execute it without question, he now found himself among the prominent and finally had a platform to speak up regarding such matters.

And talk he would.

Promptly standing himself up from the back, Vestille spoke plainly and without restraint, his gaze placed nowhere at all other than where the galaxy map had once been presented; "Allow me to speak plainly, my Lords and fellow officers of the Imperial Military. Resistance is no simple thing that can simply be crushed by a singular operation. Those that find resentment against our Empire will carry the torch of those fallen and will find ways to slip through the gaps of any patrol of any size. A show of force will only rally more manpower and resources to their side. If we are to eliminate these groups for good, we must approach their tactics with our means of fighting on their level-- For trying to raise them to fight upon ours has been proven to shatter their Republics and their coalitions but not bring about their entire eradication." a pause came, allowing for the words that he had said to have a momentary reflection upon those present but the General was by no means finished. His voice broke the fragile silence with not an analysis but a proposal; "An expansion effort must be put into the Saaraishash, a Task Force dedicated to enacting the predator against our unified prey. A force dedicated entirely to rooting out and removing dissidents that lurk within our Empire's borders and conducting counter-terrorist operations around the clock. Wolves-- We require wolves; capable of catching upon the scent of those that seek to undermine all we have accomplished and tearing them apart from the outside and within without mercy. Only then will we silence those that call for Resistance for good."

He sat down, then, a snarl of agreement came from within-- Perhaps the first real speech he had ever given and, depending on its success, would likely not be the last.

Kaalia Pavanos · Oct 3, 2018

Various more faces would show themselves after Avacyn's own entrance, some she had met in person before while others were less familiar. Greetings such as the one from Taeli were returned in similar ways for the woman was glad they too had made an appearance. They all had been of great service to the Empire in their own way and their view on matters were not to be ignored. She hoped they all would take the time they needed to speak their mind in detail.

The first to address the assembly was the emperor himself, as was to be expected. A speech of pride and triumphant victories, which managed to incite a similarly prideful reaction from a good number of those in attendence. Avacyn remained unmoved, however. It was most definitely true that their empire had been ushered into an era of victory and prosperity, but the time for celebration had already come to an end. Too many superpowers before them had fallen because they had lost their drive to continue growing, causing stagnation and death. The woman did not wish to see this nation, their nation, her nation, to follow that same path into its grave.

Fortunately, Kaine made it clear quite quickly he too would refuse to let the empire rest on its laurels. The Galactic Alliance was no more, but its remains refused to surrender. With a new kind of enemy this created a new strategy was necessary to protect progress and that which they had built. The methods they used were harsh and cruel when they needed to be, a grim necessity to create order in a galaxy that had chaos in its very nature. Sadly, not all were able to see that necessity and rebelled, now they had to be put down.

Taeli would speak first, sharing her discovery of fragments of the now-fallen Alliance within the Outer Rim. Before Avacyn was able to add to this however another familiar face would speak up. She and general Thumahra had worked together in the past, and through that experience trusted the perspective he granted from a militaristic standpoint. As a Lady of the Sith however, she herself was focussed on another aspect of the battle to be fought.

"Arcanix' reports may grant us a great opportunity. Pinning them down from the outside will prove to be difficult, but like how she caused the collapse of the Galactic Alliance, doing so from within will prove to be much more effective." A perceived ally was trusted- an enemy was not, and with trust on one's side they could get as close as they wanted before bringing them down. "It is the Jedi who pose the greatest threat to our stability, but plant our numbers among them and they can be removed piece by piece. Without them, rebellion will begin showing its cracks."

Astrid Gray · Oct 4, 2018

Astrid remained silent but watchful as the last arrivals made their appearances and took their places in the Council Hall. She didn't know the newest two, but she knew of their reputation; that and their distinctive physical appearances made it easy to identify. She idly chatted with Ves, quietly talking about upcoming plans and events involving SINN. It was only when she caught sight of the Emperor's hand raising; calling for silence.

She listened attentively, eyes fixed on the man as he spoke. Her attention shifted when the station centered in the middle whirled to life and projected a large map above their heads. Astrid had seen something similar before, many times. But this was much bigger in size, and it gave a better feeling for how expansive the galaxy was; and just how much the Sith Empire had grown.

When Taeli began to speak, it got Astrid thinking. She didn't have as many eyes looking outwards from the Empire's territory. Her attention; as well as SINN's, was solely focused on the internal. Only recently spanning out to the borders with the increase in Rebel activity. It did bring forth a concern she had, drawing to the forefront of her mind just as Vestille spoke up from his spot.

She agreed with almost wholeheartedly. Her concern and focus was on the smaller elements that were lingering near their borders. Enemies that were either part of something larger, broken into smaller cells or independant forces that were inspired by the former. There was no denying that their more far reaching victories with the Galactic Alliance was a grand boon. But Astrid felt their greatest threat was potentially from the ones knocking at their door.

Astrid politely waited and listen to Kaalia as she agreed on what her fellow Sith Lord had brought up. It was then when she finally spoke up. "I second General Thumahra's motion. The Empire has managed to reach across the galaxy and devastate the Galactic Alliance thanks to Darth Arcanix's masterful duplicity. But something as large as that can't easily be obliterated completely, there will be fragments afterwards. It's their survival that leads to inspiration, that in turn will give courage to those that would rise up against us. A very tried and tested narrative that any general populace will eat up." Something Astrid knew well even before the creation of SINN. "Part of our focus should be turned internally, and towards our immediate neighbours. Quite recently we squashed a rebellion against us, one that rose up dangerously close to the empire's capitol. I think everyone here can agree that was an oversight that should've never happened." Astrid looked around at everyone present, her tone and presence calm despite being around so many powerful individuals. "The events of Jaminere...were a domino effect that allowed for this to happen. It drew our attention away, while allowing the Rebel cells to form into a strong enough opposition that led to their orbital presence over Gree, and their attack on Dubrillion." The mention of Jaminere caused Astrid to pause, a haunting memory flashing before her eyes until she quickly forced it away. Although it didn't help the sensation of phantom pain that settled along her legs. "My proposal; to work alongside the General's, is to increase our surveillance both internally and externally. Since Jaminere, SINN has been working with the Saaraishash on the internal, but I'm confident we're in a place where we can expand out, set more eyes up into the sky as the Empire continues to expand."

Fiolette Fortan · Oct 6, 2018

Fiolette remained quiet as the others spoke, they more than her, were far more invested in the Sith Empire.

Taeli gave the report with regards to the resistenance, the rebels or whatever they were going by these days. The General, Darth Avacyn and Ms. Gray of SINN gave their opinions on the matter, Darth Avacyn with her focused attention on the Jedi whilst the General and Ms. Gray focused on a new approach to these problems. Time and time again, every nation, every empire that had hoped to imitate the success of the Galactic Empire had these problems. It was a vicious never-ending cycle that had kept the wheels of the galaxy turning for several thousands of years.

The Rear Admiral kept her hands behind her back and listened, taking mental note of the discussions, but otherwise kept quiet.

Expansion. Yes, it was expansion that kept most nations going and without it they seemed to suffer. As they expanded many would try to resist, try to fight but inevitably much like the rest of the galaxy, would fall. Attention to their neighbors is certainly an option, and it seemed investing more into the Saaraishash was an agreement. One she could certainly agree to, and as the discussions continued. Fiolette had to ask herself if not loyal or even partly invested into the Sith Empire, why was she here. Why had she come out of retirement? The Galidraani knew why, the answer was simple - as her attention turned briefly to the Lorrdian and then back to Ms. Gray as she finished her statement.

[member="Astrid Gray"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Darth Maliphant"]
[member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Mythos · Oct 11, 2018

It surreal to say the least, Mythos leaned back in his chair and rested his chin on his jewellery that adorned his wrist with a face of disbelief and pride. They were all here...

There not a few meters from him was the Wrath, His Wrath, The Wrath of the Emperor of the One Sith and the being that created the rudis that claimed so many lives, @Reverance.

The Demon General was here, a man whose tales preceded him and Mythos had the pleasure of seeing in real time, being part of the assault. His legend was one of glory and gore, one Mythos was proud to be a part in. As he spoke Mythos beamed a smile and a nod in his direction, his words a reflection of what needed to be done and the wishes of Mythos' heart. But it did not end there...

The fabled creator of the Valkyries, Darth Avacyn, [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], her voice was exactly how he had imagined it would be, the force strong in her, he could sense it from here. He would habe expressed his agreement but he was star struck, as she spoke he thought that the Jedi she spoke of he had already met in battle alone.

Darth Arcanix, [member="Taeli Raaf"], was a mystery to him, as she well should be, her power came from that. He had heard tales, legends and studies reports yet he knew more or less what force abilities these Sith used, he knew of their combat style at least... not her. All he knew of her was that she was a Triumvir and that she was the reason the Alliance was no more and because of this alone she was a saint of his devotion, if she asked him to lay over a minefield to cross into the enemy Mythos would gladly oblige.

Then there was [member="Zahori Denko"], quite possibly one of the greatest admirals in the galaxy and it's history. Elegant, fierce and beautiful. She wore a traditional and modest uniform, Mythos found it wholly unfitting, perhaps the style and aesthetic of the entire place sat wrong with him.

Rear Admiral [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] was next in his eyes, an unknown name as well to him but known enough as to raise questions. She was someone he needed to meet, if the rumours were true... her fleet could take Midvinter with him. She seemed calculating, pensive, like many others she hid her emotions but there was something off about her and Mythos could not put his finger as to what. He shrugged it off and never thought of it again.

[member="Astrid Gray"] was the only one Mythos read like a book, her emotions, body language, tone and stance gave all he needed. Her was a power he coveted most of all, popular influence, with her help he could have an army larger than any that has walked this galaxy. People are easily swayed by the media and the entertainment they consume, Mythos knew this and had used it before to his advantage.

Mythos stood from his seat with all the elegance and poise of a king and god amongst men. His golden hair was adorned with gems, gold, polished duranium rings and his ears had lava crystal rings. His yellow orbs gazed around him with confidence, fearlessness and a silent fury.

"We have done this before My Emperor." He said, his eyes turning to [member="Matsu Xiangu"], a legend to be feared above all else. Even Mythos felt a shiver down his spine when he saw the spider... yet he had nothing to hide.

"Of those that remember, we dealt with rebels in the One Sith. I was there in Coruscant as an acolyte. I remember fondly how Ferus dispatched of them like the wrath of an angry god" He said with a chuckle, his eyes meeting the Wrath when he said the word. He paused and let his words sink in, enjoying the eyes, silence and attention of those he also in turn admired beyond words.

His eyes turned now to his emperor, the new object of his undying devotion as was the old One Sith. With the corpse emperor much had been achieved yet chaos and disarray made them weak... Under Kaine all was possible. His confidence and smile was a reflection of what could be achieved...

"We simply follow protocol, if we strike we will unify them. We react to their actions accordingly and destroy them like the bugs they are. The Republic is coming, Commenor stirs, i will take the cuts of a broken shards my Emperor if i can avoid the Jedi lightsaber that is intending to skewer me" He said, seeming finished before turning as if he forgot to mention something. He was nothing if not theatrical, his eyes met his emperors with a flare of desire and temptation, one he hoped they shared.

"Then there is Midvinter of course..."

Meanwhile, at the Legion of Doom [TSE Ruling Council]

Eternal Father

Lord of Eternal Conflict

Shadow Hand

A Simpler Life

Lord Commander

Bookworm

Fiolette Fortan

Guest

Ozymandias

SINN

Zahori Denko

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Eternal Father

The Haruspex

nihil