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[Reverance]

Aboard the Teleute Class Destroyer...

Gabriel had found a room in this ship, just like on The Right Hand, where he could acquire a bit of peace and quiet from the hustle and bustle of vong moving about, doing their duties. The One Sith had become as busy an organization as it had ever been, accumulating enemies left and right while dwindling with allies. Which was fine, the Wrath preferred the challenge and the Primeval was a wonderful ally for the similarities it shared with the One Sith. But now, his mind dragged on towards the news obtained by [member="Darth Adekos"], towards the Vitae Alliance, from the arm of the executed. He silently wondered if that sort of thing would stick...he doubted it.

[member="Vrag"] was likely on board somewhere, she had taken a liking to The Right Hand, along with [member="Matsu Xiangu"], but seemed incapable of staying away from the hot tubs. Where he was, there was always the opportunity to pummel him into gasps and grunts, so that likely kept people interested. As he kicked on the communications array, looking to hone in on a specific Lord of the One Sith, currently in charge of the Sith Inquisition, he drew an orange from his pocket and wondered if Matsu was about - likely down in one of the lower chambers, picking brains out of willing Vong warriors. Always an orange, he pictured the head of a Mandalorian in his hands as he scraped the peel from the fruit in clumps that landed on the wooden desk. Nevertheless, he clicked on the item, phoning [member="Darth Hauntruss"] across space and time, through encrypted channels. As the message went through, the image of his scarred face would reveal itself in the shimmer of blue and white light.

He chewed on a piece of the orange, waiting for the Lord to pick up the phone.

[member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

[member="Reverance"]

A bubbling blue form began to datatize before those who had called the holonet into activation. Formless at first and only vocalizing in electromagnetic static the form of Darth Hauntruss, Inquisitorial Warmaster, began to refine is appearance. Soon the very details of the Sith Lady became apparent. The bust of the Sith Lady peered back at Reverance. Her hood removed the dark symbol burned in a scarred tattoo on her forehead and the long robes of her sith uniform waved in the light as the final touches of the connection were completed.

A low hum echoed as she spoke, "Reverance. It is a pleasure to see you oncee again." Hauntruss serpent like speech slithered out of the digital ether, "How may I be of service to you at this hour?" On the other side Hauntruss was in reality pacing about her dark spire on Metellos with a holo-pad droid projecting Reverance's appearance to her. Summoned along with her was her Inquisitorial members. [member="Tmoxin Temi"], commander of her Stormtrooper Legions was close by, summoned to watch the proceedings of the meeting. Hauntruss anticipated that the discussion would require her presence.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

When she had been ordered by the offices of the Inquisition Warmaster to come to Metellos, swiftly and without question, Officer Temi boarded an Imperial shuttle from the Command Center on Coruscant and set course for the nearby planet. As far as she could tell the ranking system of the Inquisition was slightly different than that of the Imperial Army or the Sith Army, but now was not time for a military rank lesson, nor would she waste Darth Hauntruss's time with it.

She was directed to be by her superior's side as witness to a meeting, the nature of which she knew not. A tremor of anticipation filled her when she first entered the room. Her own reputation out there in the galaxy was presently smeared with tenacious blood stains, and the moment she thought she had bleached them all out, another one appeared behind it as if magic. Tmoxin very much hoped this meeting had nothing to do with her past and her breathing would be nothing but shallow until she had assurances that it did not. The best she could hope for was to be bystander or even better, if her council was sought by the imposing Warmaster.

The Hapan Commander stood at attention behind Darth Hauntruss and listened with keen interest. She could see the visage of a Sith Lord known as Reverence whom she was introduced to, not directly, on the siege of Ashera. Tmoxin watched Darth Hauntress pace the room but said nothing and observed.


[member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Reverance"]

 

[Reverance]

"Darth Hauntruss, thank you for taking my call..." He spoke quietly, seemingly distracted by the flick of a seed from the orange. He recalled this set up, speaking to Alric in similar manner towards a very similar subject: Alexandra Feanor. Back then, he was given news that Darth Arcanix had been in bed with the neutral master, with Krayt Industries, and was flirting the sharp line between ally and traitor. But that had all been cleared up, sins washed away in the spray of judgment and sentencing. And the beating of a near corpse before cast into the darkness. Backing off his tangent, he pressed some information along the encrypted lines and spoke briefly. For there was much work to be done.

"I hear that you and yours have done very well for yourself. I'd like to continue to see that work...and I endorse it with continued information." He clicked on the information, provided by Darth Adekos. "If you will look now, exact coordinate locations have been discovered for Veradune, the home planet for the Vitae Alliance. I suspect that this would be an appropriate target for you as this alliance provides a direct disruption of business for the One Sith." He tongued the side of his cheek and tilted his head. "I have no intent on telling you how to conduct business. I just figured a direct line from the Dark Lord, his desire to see this task completed, would suit your endeavors."

That was all the news he had. He barely knew the woman, though he appreciated the line of questioning during the trial. Anyone well spoken within the One Sith, not fully powered by emotions, were people he would garner as ally happily.

@Darth Hantruss | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

[member="Reverance"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

"I hear that you and yours have done very well for yourself. I'd like to continue to see that work...and I endorse it with continued information."

Hauntruss stretched her lips into a thin grin, ​"I am honoured my lord." Then the conversation had turned to the information. Downloading the data which was first discovered by Darth Adekos, Hauntruss had her holopad droid open a separate stream which projected the coordinates and data of the world. Hauntruss' golden eyes flick back to her Stromtrooper Legion Commander. Then they darted back to the data being projected in a blue spectre beside them. "A gift most precious Lord Reverence." Hauntruss hissed with a short bow and tap of her hand on her chest, "The Dark Lord's wish shall be my command. I shall gather the agents and commanders of the Imperial Inquisition at once." Strecthing out her hand she beckoned Temi to her side so that Reverence may she her. "Allow me to introduce my Legion Commander, Tmoxin Temi. I had recruited her from the outer reaches of the galaxy. She has an impeccable history with the Old Empire and I think she shall excel in this coming Crusade."

Hauntruss' tone then became dark and malevolent, "How shall I deal with this world, this Veradune? Bath it in flames or is there anything of value you would like taken from it?"

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

A wave of relief washed over Commander Temi. She chided herself for getting so worked up over her guilty conscious but thankfully she remained in the background of this whole affair. For the time being.

And now that she knew what the subject matter of the meeting was she listened with a more aggressive mindset, the tactician inside beginning to formulate a battle plan even in the boardroom.

“Thank you, Lord Hauntruss,” she said when introduced. Then she nodded her head at Reverenace in acknowledgement. Tmoxin had previously noticed his war wounds when she was adjacent to him in the strike on the Ashera lightside cultists. But up close and personal even on the holo, she finally had a sense of how marked the scarification was on his face, his right eye especially.

As the Imperial Warmaster extracted more details from Lord Reverance, the Commander leaned in to inspect the data projection of planet Verdune and its coordinates. As she stood besides Darth Hauntress her face was awash in the blue sheen from the holo she carefully studied.

[member="Reverance"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

 

[Reverance]

"Pleasure..." He spoke quietly and gruffly as he eyed the Legion Commander. Was it a pleasure? He had taken on the prospect of being polite and formal to those he deemed potential allies, so the word flowed out freely without the notion of thought anchoring it to reality. He was but a man intermingled into the prospect of bureaucracy and nothing greased the wheels like respect and due diligence. Both of which have not always been afforded to him, the mind brought forth memories of a specific casino. Something to be dealt with in the future. Nevertheless, he committed the young woman and her appearance to memory.

Conquest had given him a certain admiration for the prospect of spoils though truthfully, the Dark Lord only uttered notions of destruction. He was never one to punish Sith for being Sithy, the idea of taking from the weak was the natural inclination of the strong, unencumbered by concepts of sympathy and compassion. It was how the One Sith did so well. But for plans for the specific world, Gabriel had given it no form of particular thought, something he easily conceded as he chewed on another piece of orange. "I would sooner command the brush of the artist, making deft stroke...If you find something of value, feel free to take it or make use. But..." He paused as he squinted his eye, moving from Tmoxin back to Darth Hantruss. "...Gilded or scorched, it doesn't really matter. Your Inquisition, your decision."

[member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Commander Temi evaluated Lord Reverance's nonchalance over whether to seize assets from Verdune, remembering how the Sith like to storm in, reduce enemy bastions to rubble and scorch the terrain to oblivion. This was a fine philosophy if you didn’t have an Imperial Legion to operate, she thought, with its poor recruitment turnout and lack of expansive funding.

She addressed the Warmaster: “If I may offer a suggestion, Lord Hauntruss. I would like to see if the prisoners of war can be converted to stormtroopers through the process of strict conditioning which I can conduct on an Imperial Outpost. I have an experimental regimen I would like to try on them. And those who do not convert to our cause can be sold as slaves. I also think we should appropriate what we can of credits and material assets such as ships and transport vehicles.”

She stood back and clasped her hands in front of her. “Of course, with your thoughtful consideration to these ideas. And your permission."

[member="Reverance"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"]