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[Kyyrk]

Vylmira

The Golden Hall

Sunset

One month after the Battle of Yurb
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Voph sat in silence within one of the meeting halls of the Golden Hall. The sun was setting outside the large glass windows, and a gentle breeze rushed past, bringing stray leaves and other small debris with it. For too long had he questioned things. Doubted his place within the order of life. But recent events had shown Voph that it was, perhaps, time. A summons had been issued. Those who thought like him were extended an invitation to Vylmira. No questions asked. Assurances were put in place that those visiting from beyond the borders of the Confederacy could arrive unimpeded, and could return to their homes when business had concluded.

Only time would tell if this measure would even be necessary.

Civil war between the Sith Empire, and their Insurgent neighbors, the New Imperial Order. Creatures known as the Bryn'adul were beginning to attack the Silver Jedi Concord, and Voph suspected the Confederacy would come under fire as well before too long. The attack on Felacat, launched by the Confessor and her twisted crew. And the Agents of Chaos were tearing a bloody swath of carnage and destruction across the galaxy and calling it freedom. Voph exhaled quietly. It was, indeed, time.

The Octarchy Covenant had once stood watch over the galaxy millennia ago. But it had not been a recognized presence after his death. But now, he decided it was time to once again remind the galaxy that someone was out there. Willing to help. To do whatever it took to save the galaxy from destroying itself. And to this end, he had summoned any he felt may hold an interest in this endeavor. The Octarchy was to reform upon Vylmira. It was time for someone to begin watching out for the Galaxy. Voph had never agreed with the harsh reality of Confederacy First. But he understood the duty to her member nations.

The conversation that waited on the horizon like a curling wave would have many far reaching ramifications. Those who swore their loyalty this day could very well shape the future of the Galaxy. For now, though, Voph could only wonder who would have the fortune of being ushered through the door...

Tags: Sabine Delacroix || Adron Malvern || Lunara Azure || Leru Dara

 

[Adron Malvern]

L O C A T I O N | Vylmira

T A G S | Kyyrk ​

The purpose of a Covenant was to bring about an understanding. Perhaps not always a physical agreement, yet an accord that served a single practical purpose. The purpose of the Octarchy Covenant? In short, the salvation of the galaxy. Of course, the King of Illyria did not hold the current state of the galaxy in high regard, but it was certainly better than what it could be. Society as an ideal was yet thriving, still fighting on against those who would eliminate all semblance of structure. Most beings in the galaxy could agree on one thing, the hundreds of thousands of star systems needed structure. It was generally through what means the many Factions argued over. Yet that was not particularly the conversation to be had today. ​

When the former High Councilor of Vylmira and Lord Commander of the Knight's Obsidian had requested the King's presence, he was intent on answering the summons. From Adron's experience, Voph was not a man who held company for idle chatter or simple purposes. No, this meeting, this Covenant would serve a purpose of some kind, it was just a matter of finding out just what the Lord Commander had in mind. ​

Was he generally open to siding with other Force Users of notable power? No, for even those in The Confederacy were not above his suspicions. Too often the power of the Force tempted those in places of power to reach ever higher. The King did not believe this to be the case with the Lord Commander but one could never be too careful. ​

The escorts led the King to the meeting room, stepping to the side when they found themselves gazing at the main door to the room. It was an uncommon thing, for Adron to travel without considerable guard, yet this day his business would be his own and he would stand alone. Of course, his ships were in the planet's atmosphere, but his own Knights had been left behind. The door's came open and the King turned his amethyst eyes towards Voph, arching a brow at him curiously before glancing around. "Seems I'm early." He pointed out before making his way over to a seat with purposeful steps. Once he'd crossed the room he inclined his head towards the Lord Commander politely. "It has been some time since we were able to speak outside of the realm of duty. I had intended on visiting Vylmira again before now, however you understand the precarious situation we have been thrown in as of late. Of course, it seems that would be a shallow incentive for this meeting?" He inquired curiously. ​

Taking the seat before him, the King exhaled before gazing out at Voph with a wondering look. "You must truly believe times will decline if you feel a need to have a meeting such as this." He pointed out.​

 

[Sabine Delacroix]

Attire: This
Location: Vylmira, The Golden Hall
TAG: Kyyrk | Adron Malvern | Lunara Azure | Leru Dara

As she was being escorted to the room her blue eyes glanced out the windows. There was a time that Vylmira’s sun would necessitate her shrouding herself from its light, thanks to the generosity of the Nightmother she could now walk freely. She cast her eyes to the ring she wore upon her right hand, a small smile tugging at her lips she would have to return the gesture in kind one day. As she and her escorts approached the room, she could hear voices emanating from the room and it would seem she would need to wait until after the proceedings to tell Voph what the pool of knowledge had shown her.

Her escort left her side and she gave them a quick nod as she entered the room, since her trip to the realm beyond shadows, Sabine had undergone a stark transformation and though Voph would not see the physical changes as most sentients would, he would without a doubt recognize the revitalized Sabine in a moment, she was much the same but whole again, much as she felt when the two of them sat upon Vitiates dark council as peers, perhaps even stronger than then.

As she moved into the room she gave a firm nod to the Lord Commander as she listened to the man with whom she knew but had yet to meet. “Lord Voph, my thanks for the invitation.” her eyes turned to Adron as she gracefully slid into the seat opposite him she regarded him for a few moments before responding to him.

“I have yet to see anything that would lead me to believe it will get anything but worse.” She gently rested her cheek on her hand as she regarded Adron assessing him with every passing moment “We are on the edge of all-out war, the Sith fight amongst themselves while opportunists rise to prominence to seek their misbegotten glory. Yet while all this is occurring we have terrorists parading as liberators and a horde of monsters terrorizing the outer rim. When you look at the totality of this, there is but one conclusion: change must be forced.” she sat back upright in her chair folding her hands in her lap as she looked across the table, before glancing in the direction of Voph.

He would not have to pitch the idea to her, she was around when the Octarchy was formed the first time, and seen how it had shaped the galaxy in which Voph and she were now divorced from. She perhaps more than anyone save for Voph himself knew what the Octarchy symbolized and what their return now would signal. She scanned the room with her eyes quickly as she took stock, only three so far. It would be curious to see who else would answer the summons.

 

[Leru Dara]

Leru approached the room slowly, his steps slow and measured as he advanced down the hallway. The escorts to either side of Leru did not break stride with his pace, though Leru was not taking the slower pace entirely just to be an annoyance. No, instead, this pace was entirely due to the sheer strength of raw force energy coming from the room before him. He could currently differentiate between three different individuals, but only one of the group was entirely familiar to Leru. Memories of their first encounter still clouded his mind as he came before the door finally, the escort opening it and allowing Leru to step inside.

Upon entering the room, Leru was able to catch the tail end of the conversation, his mind torn between trying to rationalize a reply while also taking in all the details of those present that he could. Leru was not on the same power scale as those in the room, though he was growing more powerful as time progressed if his experimentation on Occiania was anything to go by. Still, glancing at the various figures in the room, his helmets visor shifting slightly to adjust to the glare from the sun through the large windows along one side of the room, he had to question why he had been invited to such a gathering.

"Lord Voph, I thank you for my invitation to such an...august gathering. Exarch Malvern, I had not planned to see you again so soon." As always, Leru's voice came through his helmet as a distorted, rough voice. He had not yet been able to find out how to remove the armor that served as his mobile prison, and so repairs to the audio system where still forthcoming. Walking towards a chair between Adron and Sabine, Leru used a small gesture from his foot to pull it out, before taking a seat. The cloak fixated to his armor retracted slightly of its own accord, vanishing inside the folds of his armor, though the hood remained where it was.

"Chaos and destruction are the natural elements that guide this galaxy forward. They encourage change, evolution, and growth. Only when it is controlled though. Uncontrolled Chaos, however, such as what the vaunted Agents of Chaos represent, leads to nothing but devastation and anarchy. Unwarranted destruction, as brought about by the extra-galactic Bryn beasts, will lead to only ruin. In this regard, I would agree with the Lady here. Change must this time be forced, rather than allowing the galaxies natural processes to run their course."

Kyyrk Adron Malvern Sabine Delacroix Lunara Azure

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Forcing about change within the Galaxy...How many had tried and continued to do so governed by their own agenda's or perspectives at tremendous cost to others.

Caedyn Arenais had entered the room last among those four already present, however in time enough to hear the shared opinions and the proposed need to act in order to deter the Galaxy's further decline. The room before him was already dense in both tension and the flow of the Dark Side of the Force, where as his own presence would eclipse that of the others.

It was by Kyyrk 's invitation that Caedyn had arrived, and doing so without a word to others as he had been requested. From his understanding, this group was to be the reawakening of an old organization whose purpose was to shape the future of Galactic Society; A concept that was, in and of itself, incredibly dangerous without the adequate care in their planning, yet most crucial was their motivations.

Adorning his Je'daii Robes, the young male approached the circular table and stopped behind the seat that he assumed was meant for himself. Instead of taking it, his gaze traveled the room to gauge the response of his peers, for he doubted his presence would have been expected. There, a Jedi Knight among strangers and only through his Father had Voph been led to gain interest in the Son of House Arenais.

"Greetings Everyone..." Caedyn lowered his head briefly, though not so much as to lose line of sight with those nearby. Travelling to Vylmira had not been without it's risks and even know within the confines of this room, he knew little about those he shared his company with.

Looking to Voph himself, Caedyn gave a single nod in acknowledgement before moving to take his seat, his hands reaching for the sides of his loose and baggy robe, pulling them up to wrap them across the leggings of his tunic before setting his sights back upon the discussion at hand.

"If I might be so bold, how would this 'forcing a change' differ from the objective of the Sith Empire, the Bryn'adul or the New Imperial Order...-All of whom seek to force about a change in the Galaxy themselves?" Caedyn asked curiously, soon looking to meet the gaze of Sabine Delacroix and Leru Dara.

Kyyrk | Sabine Delacroix | Adron Malvern | Lunara Azure | Leru Dara​

 

[Kyyrk]

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G A T H E R​

Voph nodded in return to the Illyrian Noble's own gesture, but held his tongue as the man sat down at the table. As he spoke, more joined them. Sabine Delecroix, Leru Dara, and Caedyn Arenais. Voph smirked quietly as Adron posed a question to him, which then sparked a rather philosophical conversation about change in the galaxy. When Caedyn posed the question of what would be different from forcing change upon the galaxy from what the Sith were doing, Voph pointed at him. "Master Arenais is correct. What difference indeed? And if you must have that question answered for you more clearly, the door is there." ​

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Voph stood from his chair, spreading his arms in a welcoming gesture. "We will have much time for talk. But first, I welcome you to the Golden Hall of Vylmira. You have my word that you will be safe for the duration of your stay, regardless of how long, or of what affiliations you may hold." Voph gestured to Caedyn, marking him as the odd man out. "As the one member of our assembled that may be strange to most, this is Caedyn Arenais. Master of the Silver Jedi, and son of the late Veiere Arenais. Master Arenais, this is Sabine, an old associate of mine, Exarch Malvern of the Confederacy, and Leru, a young student of the Force who shows much potential."​

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Voph gestured, then, to Sabine as he continued. "Most of what I am about to say, Miss Delacroix already knows. She was there when this movement was brought into being. She understands the implications of this far better than any of you, I would wager. But to answer the Exarch's question: Yes. I do feel times will decline. The potential has always been there, and always shall it be."​

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Voph folded his hands behind him at the small of his back as he continued talking, offering the gathered the history of his purpose. "Over four thousand years ago, the galaxy existed in a state of war. The Republic had been beset by Darth Vitiate, and his Empire of Sith. There was not a single planet on which the war did not rage. Sometimes in secret. Sometimes openly. In the entire time of the war, a truce was only called twice. During the rise of the Dread Masters, and the Dread War of Oricon, and the Revanite Uprising on Rishi and Yavin Four." ​

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Voph paused for a moment, as if chosing his next words carefully. "There were some who believed there may be peace. But some knew better. I bore witness to the Devastation of Ziost. When Vitiate consumed all life upon the planet to bolster his own. And in that moment, I had a vision. A vision of a golden nation crashing down upon us. Consuming everything in its path. I tried to stop it. But the nations would not heed my warning. And so, for the next six years, the galaxy fell under subjugation by the Eternal Empire. So devastating was this war, that civilization as we knew it nearly died. I swore to myself that such a thing would never again be allowed to happen. Not while I drew breath. ​

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And so I formed the Octarchy. A gathering of Eight individuals of great power. People who could shape the galaxy for the better. A task I now seek to entrust to you. The Octarchy does not stand as a force for change. Nor to inflict its will upon those too weak to resist. No, the Octarchy are defenders and guardians of the peace. dedicated to using their resources to preserving the ways of life of which we have grown so fond. To become a member of this Covenant is to understand that without guidance and protection, Civilization may well succumb to entropy and Decay. But to also understand that enforcing your will can cause more harm than good. And so should you use your power responsibly. If this sounds like something you desire, then speak your piece. If this holds no sway for you, then you may return to your homes with all haste."​

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Caedyn Arenais | Lunara Azure | Adron Malvern | Leru Dara | Sabine Delacroix ​

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