Private Misguided Cousins

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Rhen Var | Old Imperial Outpost
Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr

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Reign had taken a chance, playing on the accords signed for the duration of the galaxy changing disaster, he had reached out to a member of the Dark Council.

Malum. Scion of the house of Marr. Of ages past Darth Marr had been able to put aside differences and work with his enemies for the greater good of the galaxy. Reign hoped his descendant would be of a similar temperament.

It was a simple message that Reign sent, one he hoped would cause his quarry to come to speak with him.

“The members of house Marr, tracing all the way back to the legendary Dark Councilor, have always been willing to put aside differences and cooperate with those they once deemed enemy. I implore you to do so now. I’m transmitting coordinates on a secure line. I hope to hear from you soon.”

The Diarch set his course for the ancient Imperial citadel on the surface of the frozen planet. He left his guard behind, this was a meeting of minds not blades.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

The message had bid him raise an eyebrow. Intrigued was certainly one word to describe the feelings and emotions that fluttered across his form. Distrust was another. But of course, as always with the scion of House Marr, if there was ever a word that described his disposition at moments of intriguing and untrustworthy stimuli, it was of course that which put him in danger above all other things.

Curiosity.

That had been what had been what had brought him to Rhen Var, far from the extent of the arms of the Eleventh Sith Empire, but certainly within the tendrils of the Tsis'Kaar. He had been all too curious of the so-called Diarchy, those who he referred to as their misguided cousins of darkness. There had been many a heretic and schismatic in the history of their Order, indeed, the history of their Order from the very beginning had been the story of schism.

Unity was to be the greatest weakness that their Order ever held, such was evident in the first Empires, as much as they were evident now. Disunity was only excerbated in these days, when it seemed that while the Sith were ever eternal, everywhere they looked, there were some new branch spreading their lesions across the galaxy, and looking to usurp the Darkness.

Still, here he was meeting with heretics and schismatics himself.

In some regard, with as many conflicting philosophies and truths existed amongst the Sith, he could be considered one himself.

And as much as those weeds from the great branch be culled, sure too, could they be cut through a most promising idea itself. Conversation. It may have been curiosity that bid him here, it may have been the seeking of knowledge to empower that had convinced him of this course, but it too was something beyond even that.

The possibility, that their misguided cousins would join with them to take on the foe that was perennial threat to them both? The spectre that haunted their existence?

Whatever would come after, this alone, had to be worth consideration.

And such was what Malum thought, as he stepped forth out of the shuttle. Leaving without escort, the black knight who wore unto his figure plate and steel of polished black, raven locks flowing freely through the wind, and a mask, a replica mask of his most famous ancestor. That ancestor, whose mention, had been which had intrigued him most of all.

Finally one who truly respected the grandeur of the Lord of Duty.

Diarch Reign

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Rhen Var
Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr

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The Diarch watched the black clad figure approach. Black hair blowing in the wind, and mask upon his face. Reign knew he had taken a risk calling a Dark Councilor here, but he was confident that an exchange of blows would not happen at this meeting, even if it were to go sour.

Reign had kept this meeting a secret from all but his brother, it would not do for word to arise he was meeting with Sith Lords. Especially after the conflict at Serenno. But this was different, a potential ally could be found here.

As he approached, Reign bowed slightly, he would be cordial here, the Scion of House Marr had never offered him any disrespect.

"Thank you for coming, with the recent conflict I was sure my overture would be ignored"

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Malum offered a tilt of his masked head in consideration of the burly figure whom faced him. He had not seen the man since the celebrations that had announced the formation of the Diarchy so long ago, the celebrations that in his mind, brought forth memories not truly of any focus of those galactic consequent events...

...But of that which stood heavy on his heart, still.

Of softer lips, and even softer face...

He wiped the memory from his mind, the memory of her face... regret was allowed a moment to bury itself in that oh essential organ, before it was gone again, hidden deep in the vault that had begun overflowing with all the regret and trepidation that the young Sith Lord had accumulated in his relatively short life. That the vault was circled by walls, high and mighty, that seemed to be ever reinforced, hardly, stopped them from leaking at moments of most inopportunity.

He blinked his red eyes back into focus, considering that the figure who stood before him, who commanded, or at least co-commanded, one of the great galactic powers of the day was bowing to him.

Perhaps there would be sweet fruit born this day.

Malum offered a nod of his head in reply, a ghost of a smile beneath the mask, at the mention of Serenno, "It is a fight that has not required my presence, and such I cannot claim myself to be much preoccupied about it," The Dark Councillor offered with a voice that betrayed nothing, apart from... perhaps, the absurdity of how young the voice of the one who bore the face of Darth Marr was, "But, it will make any agreement made here... difficult, to find grounding. Suffice it to say, your Diarchy has not made many friends on Jutrand." A hint of amusement curled into the voice, as if some private joke was being shared, but its meaning was kept all unto himself, "But... I suppose a Dark Councillor might be considered a powerful friend." The bemusement had not faded.

Diarch Reign
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