Private Order of the Final Dawn

[Darth Solipsis]

Epoch, Deep Core​

In hooded robes they gathered, concealed in shadow within the dimly lit chamber. They lurked within the bowels of the Epochan Assembly, the administrative center of the Deep Core world and seat of power within the constitutional monarchy, where few would dare tread. It had always been forbidden to enter here, a place long reserved for the One Sith sympathizers and oligarchs who once held the world by the throat, now theirs. Security was tight, probe droids fluttered through the halls constantly, blacked-out guardsmen patrolled every corner, and Epochian military personnel intervened in any who did not belong who sought entry into the lower levels. It had all been pre-arranged.

Encircling the room stood five crimson Palatine Guard, vigilantly watching the chamber fill as the secret society members arrived in full. Each member protected their identity with a mask and a robe, monikers were used in place of names, and egos were left at the door. The gathered were here for one purpose and one alone, to accumulate power and further their respective goals. A lone obelisk stood in the center of the chamber, a remnant of One Sith occupation on Epoch, a single individual stood before the pillar in robes outlined in blood-red. His eyes burned under a veiled cloak with the fires of Mustafar and his aura hung over the assembled crowd with a dark energy radiating outward.

The hand of the Elder gestured in invitation.

"Welcome."


Darth Empyrean / Saro Nakaioma / Darth Machinus / Maestus / Beltran Rarr / Lunafreya Solidor / Derix Tirall / Marlon Sularen / Velon Ielor / Maestus
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[Maestus]

Hard boot heels echoed off the cold floor as the robed and masked figure moved through the halls. Descending into the belly of the beast. Past guards and droids alike, the figure moved. Head up, eyes forward. Eyes that were black and rimmed with fire, the only feature seen through the mask.

As she entered the chamber, the figure's head turned slowly in an arc. The figure took in the room, and idly wondered about its history. The One Sith called this their protected space in an age past. What good it did them. The Epochan Assembly served as good a spot as any. Perhaps it was even ideal. The government above, perhaps that could be manipulated to further her goals.

She nodded to the lone figure already present. Her mask was simple. She had chosen a Krayt Dragon, or at least the visage of one. It embodied fierceness, and cunning. The beast lurked below, as she did now. Waiting to strike when the enemy had wandered carelessly too close. And then exploding from the deep to swallow them whole.

She took a position across from the figure. The shadows enveloped her, giving her mask an eerie presence. And then she waited for the rest to appear.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

To some, the cloaked figure might have been known as Captain Beltran Rarr of the Antarian Rangers. In this place, with his countenance cloaked under the hood of his shroud with the Red Robes he'd been sent over top, he was Nox Intempesta: The very dead of night. He had been summoned by his would-be mentor, the mysterious Darth Solipsis to a meeting on the Deep Core world of Epoch. He knew little about it, except its location, and even less about the nature of this meeting. All he knew was that if he wanted a real shot at destroying the Sith, coming to this place would help him get closer-assuming he survived.

Nox wasn't the first arrive, he noticed. Another hooded figure dressed in the robes already stood across from the figure of Solipsis. If Solipsis was midnight, and the hooded figure ( Maestus ) six o'clock, then Nox would come to take the three o'clock position in the forming circle. It might have been a power move on his part to simply assume a spot at Solipsis' right hand, but even if the elder Sith allowed it, Nox would not be able to get as good a view at the others who were likely to arrive.

Holding his hands together within the large sleeves of his robes, Nox also waited for the next arrival.