Sith First Class

[Darth Grimoire]

KORRIBAN
RUINS OF OLD SITH EMPIRE ACADEMY

The time had come. Hauntruss could sense it. Her little experiment which she came to know as her daughter, Grimoire, had bloomed into a perfectly dark rose of ambition. Soon her destiny would come to ahead. But, yet she was still weak, still imperfect. Huantruss knew of how she would achieve that perfection. Having sent her to the One Sith to forge her powers and be moulded by the powerful Sith Lords presently ruling the Empire, Hauntruss knew she would grow.

Yet, Hauntruss, was dissatisfied. If Grimoire was to truly ascend to the fits at which she couldn't and take her destiny as Queen of AzaZoth (and perhaps one day Empress?), then Grimoire would have to be guided, trained and manipulated into a fearsome power that only the Sith Lords of her own development could provide. The legendary Lords who were contemporaries during the Empire's of Emperor Moridin, Ashin, Voracitos and Kaine. Thus, through the force she summoned each of them. Sending out her projection into the dark ether of the force so that her voice and image would reach them.

"My dark sisters and brothers, it has been many years
since we once gathered to discuss the propagation of powers in the galaxy.
I invite you to a...familiar home of ours, in order to discuss a
new avenue for our future supremacy."

With her dark message came the coordinates to the crumbling ruins of the Old Sith Empire, Sith Academy that once stood in the Valley of Sith Lords. But, standing there would not be Darth Hauntruss, but, Grimoire.

Sent by her mother to address them (and the offer to train her and rebuild AzaZoth to become a new hub of Sith development and power). Grimoire stood by the entrance to the decaying Korriban stone and durasteel pyramid. Her long black hair framed her pale red-eyed face. She wore a high-collared black tunic that was held together at the waist by a black tight leather bodice - over which she wore a sleeveless cloak that exposed her tunic sleeves that were made up of several rings of black leather sewn together. There with her eyes transfixed onto the long dusty rust colored desert ahead of her. Grimoire was told of her mother's contemporaries - powerful, vile and untameable. This was a test more than any she had faced before.

She would honor her mother and her place as the 'secret heir to the empire'.

[member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Soeht"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

It brought a nostalgic shiver of excitement to see Darth Hauntress, apparition or not. It reminded her of old times, times when she'd been in control. Laying on the cold floor of the bridge of the Femme Fatal, Anaya hummed a lullaby to herself. So used to their mistresses strange episodes, the crew moved around her as if nothing was happening.

"What do we think? Hmmmm?" Her mission on Widek was well underway, she had a little time to kill while Moira and her company processed the rebel leaders they'd caught so why not take a trip down memory lane and go back to where it all began. She sat up sharply "Captain!"

He lowered himself to one knee next to her. Standing above Anaya risked inducing her wrath. "Send a message to Panatha. Inform [member="Darth Vornskr"] I would like him to bring my apprentice to Korriban with him. And set a course us a course to Korriban ourselves."

"What about Archangel m'lady?"

Anaya narrowed her eyes, and her lowered his head. "As you wish my lady."

***

Korriban was exactly as she remembered it, a wasteland riddled with dark energy. She hated it, she hated the heat, she hated the dust and she hated the memories it brought back. She vented her frustration at a statue that looked a little to hard at her, blowing its face into dust with a bolt of lightening. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. She must maintain control, she must portray the right image.

If her assumptions about Hauntress' message was correct, she would not be the only person from the old Sith Empire here, and for Anaya that meant a whole host of enemies...and ex lovers for that matter. The pyramid loomed ahead, a shadow of that once was, framed in its first entrance was not Darth Hauntress. Anaya approached with caution, her saber staff slipping into her hand where it remained as she climbed the steps and came nose to nose with the young girl.

She looked like Hauntress, had an air about her similar to the woman she'd once known. Anaya circled her taking in every detail, every curve of the girls body. "Well, I'll be damned. You're her offspring aren't you?" She snorted and moved past to perch on a large stone to watch who else arrived. "Future supremacy indeed." She hissed venomously.

@Grimoire

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

Grimoire watched as the powerful and imposing red skinned and black tattooed Twi'lek Sith Lord approach her. She investigated her, watch her every being an then just by sight proclaimed knowledge of who she was. Inside Grimoire was in awe, mother was right about how forth right and terrifying she can be, outside she kept her well practised silent sinister demeanour. Grimoire's black inked lips thinned into a smile and she bowed her head.

"I am Grimoire, my lord." she whispered, "And it is as you say, my mother is Darth Hauntruss. And it is for my sake that she has summoned her former allies."

Grimoire then raised her head and paused for a moment. Powerful indeed but she sensed a deep and violent imbalance. Being tortured and trained on AzaZoth, her mother had exposed her to the black abyss of the netherworld for which Hauntruss drew her incredible powers of sensing and manipulating the force to see deeper into people. Part of that skill was passed onto Grimoire and she could sense Lord Fen's imbalance. She wondered how it came to be - and perhaps if she could mend her somehow? Perhaps her mother could? Having her at her old prime could prove endlessly advantageous.

"My mother spoke a lot about you Lord Fen." Grimoire continued, "And of her other contemporaries, Lord Vornskr, Emperor Moridin, Emperor Voracitos, Darth Apparatus and Lord Shorn. Mighty lords of darkness she admires."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

"Lady." Anaya corrected. "The term 'Lord' implies that we are in the same league as men, when we are not. We are far far greater." Her lips made a thin line as the list of names rolled of Grimoire's tongue. She made a noise of disgust and then giggled. She wondered how many of those names would show.

"Moridin is long dead, may he suffer for eternity in chaos. He was a wonderful sith. The gluttonous one? Well, I couldn't tell you what happened to his great mass. Pretty sure Apparatus is dead. So that leaves, Shorn' though rumour has it, he's dead, and Vornskr." Anaya's eyes glittered dangerously. "You poor poor child, you've no idea what your mother has just dropped you in the middle of."

Thankfully, she'd come to an agreement with Kaine that allowed some level of civil behaviour. Mostly because her own daughters life was in the middle of it. As for Shorn? If he really was alive? Anaya should've been worried. "This will be interesting indeed."

@Grimoire

 

[Soeht]

An armored figure watches from a distance.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"What a pitifully dismal locale you've chosen, [member="Grimoire "], your mother would be so proud." came a voice from above, a figure quickly moving to the edge of a cliff's precipice to reveal himself to the small gathering below. He looked somewhat different than when [member="Anaya Fen"] had treated with him on Panatha (depending on your continuity sources), his skin was healthier and his appearance far younger than his previous battle-worn visage. Once again a mane of thick black hair cascaded down from his scalp, although it was pulled back and tied into a tight ponytail to keep it from obstructing his view. He wore an open robe over top a cuirass of dark armorplast and a cloth tunic, trousers, and a leather belt and matching pair of boots. For those that knew him he tended to never stray far from this formulaic getup, which could be considered his signature look.

Cold, piercing eyes lazily looked over both Grimoire and Anaya from this high vantage point, and even from this distance he could see them as clear as day with his heightened vision. He craned his neck to give a quick glance behind him just to shout, "Hurry up, no time to dilly dally now!" at [member="Calina Ovmar"]. He turned his face back to face the two women down below, and then with a single bounding leap he descended to join them. He landed quite dramatically, his impact crushing the rock surface and sending up a blast of dust and sand in all directions. His movements seemed more aloof than normal, with a severe lack of the regal formality previously seen in him. Perhaps it was because he was so distant from all of that pomp and grandiosity, and now found himself among the rabble in a war-torn wasteland that used to be a sacred burial world to the ancient Sith.

"I assume that we were called for good reason? You know how cranky I can get when people waste my time."

Oh, and [member="Soeht"] was somewhere too. But he's just shy.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Calina glared at Vornskr's back before he dropped off the edge of the cliff. She wished very much that he'd mess up his landing and break a leg but she knew better. Blowing dust from her nose she bounded the last few steps and leapt off after him, using the force to slow her descent she landed sprawled like a cat. Bright blue eyes lifted to survey the crowd before she rose to her full height.

Slender legs carried her past [member="Grimoire "]towards her mother. She gifted the girl with a once over and a half smile. She'd never met anyone close to her age before. Snapping her attention to Anaya she bowed her head. "Master." She offered in greeting. As much as she hated Anaya, she was better company than Kaine was proving to be. She pulled herself up onto the stone next to her, her legs beginning to swing in a childlike manner.

[member="Darth Vornskr"][member="Soeht"]

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Calina Ovmar"]

Grimoire watched as her uncle and unknown young women, about her age march close. She smile. It was always a pleasure to see her uncle Kaine, a powerful Sith and one of her mother's greatest allies. "Thank you my lord." Grimoire hissed gleefully. She then looked at the women who came with him and nodded her head. Turning about she began to elaborate on the gathering.

"No doubt you are interested in hearing why my mother summoned you all here." Grimoire began, "I...am the reason. She has plans for me and I have accepted them as a my destiny." Grimoire stepped down from the platform and strode into the ruined entrance.

"Have you felt it? The change in the Force." Grimoire hissed in sinister slithering of her vowels. "The Darkside and the Lightside shall be shaken by cataclysms. And in this chaos my mother plans to take advantage and puppeteer the galaxy to a new supremacy. Controlled by you...The First among the Force."


[member="Soeht"] [member="Anaya Fen"]

 

[Soeht]

An armored figure continued to watch from the distance. Listening in.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya Fen rolled her eyes, sliding off her perch and indicating Calina should do the same, she stalked after Grimoire. "Pay close attention." she hissed in Calina's ears. she'd always enjoyed Hauntress' way of looking at the world. He flair for the dramatic far exceeded her own and she was powerful, far moe so than Anaya, though that could be said of most Sith. Anaya had never been the most powerful, or the strongest. She was known for two things, her skill with a lightsaber and her ability to manipulate people. She would be the weakest of the group, so everything had to work in her favour.

"It sounds a great deal like your mother spent too much time with Velok." she purred affectionately. "Tell us, [member="Grimoire "], how does any of this benefit us?"

[member="Soeht"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]