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[Darth Solipsis]

Take Me Back To Eden
The Sepulchre







Lord Creuat | Wymar | Ibaris Varanin | Sahar | Tyro Lok | Meliant
Talon Draven | Thomas Barran | Prowler II | Voldran Molf | Tayiji | Khronas | Ohsaku | Ashin Cardé Varanin​

Above a dead and forgotten moon, adrift in the blackened silence between distant stars, the Sepulchre loomed. This monolithic battlecruiser, forged in secret by the Emperor's loyalists and styled after the legendary Arc Hammer of ancient days long past. It serves as both warship and sanctum, a mobile fortress of the Dark Side Elite. Within its ironclad hull, beneath the brutalist silhouette of Imperial authority, lies something far darker.

Beyond the locked bulkheads and obsidian corridors, deep within its vaulted spine, the Chamber of Echoes stirs. A Sith Qabbrat, a meditation chamber crafted during the Core Wars by Ibaris Varanin , becomes a hive of activity. Here, the Dark Side Elite are summoned, not by transmission or command, but by a call that trembles through the Force itself. They descend into the chamber's heart, where seated upon a raised plinth of scorched stone, their master awaits.

The Emperor.

Seated motionless, as if carved from onyx, his eyes lifeless yet all-seeing, like a cadaver dissecting prey from within. And yet, even in stillness, his presence swells. The moment the Emperor's Dark Jedi step foot within the chamber, a presence crashes over them like a wave of pressure. Suffocating, inevitable. An unrelenting force that did not ripple through the Force, but eclipsed it. His aura drags the world inward, like a black hole devouring light. The air grows heavy. Colors bleed pale. Light dims. And for the uninitiated, even thought becomes difficult, consumed by a chorus of whispers within their own thoughts.

To the unprepared, his presence is unrelenting. To the faithful, the Sith'ari is nigh divine. To the Elite, his shadow is renewal. Each one of their number having been blessed and emboldened by his power in a dark initiation ceremony. In the dark tide of his presence, weakness was stripped away. Inhibitions burned out.

Will made manifest.

Now, each of the Dark Side Elite was summoned once again to his side. Where a new member would join them and be bolstered by his power, undergoing the dark ceremony not seen since the Core Wars. Ohsaku would be brought forth to receive his power, and all others would bask in it's glow. In the wake of ceremony, a Trial of Echoes will be convened aboard the Sepulchre as a crucible for the Dark Side Elite, a test to sharpen their connection to the Dark Side before the coming storm and weed out any weakness left in his dark disciples. With the invasion of Coruscant imminent, the Emperor demands only the most resolute, unwavering weapons at his side. Only those who conquer themselves are worthy to lead the retaking of the Galactic capital.

This trial is no mere contest of saber or strength. Within the Chamber, illusions twist with memory. Fears take form. Guilt becomes weapon. And in the darkness the Elite must confront the truths they buried, the failures they deny, and the identities they have outgrown. It is not a duel. It is a reckoning.

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[Olorion Fossk]

No words spoken for the time. This was the acceptance of a new member into the fold of the Dark Side Elite. The group in which formed of the members of the Force around the Sith'ari that is, My father.

As it was, this new trial would be set forth to bring any new members to us. To test them of their resolve and strength. I had one such one long ago. Testing my resolve in willingness to kill that which stood against us. Even taking his saber and forging my own of it. Bleeding his saber and forging the Saber Pike I now held. However, it was shortened and clipped to my side at the moment. I stood at attention beside my Father. His older and greyed hair off setting by his yellowed and Darkened eyes. His pale skin from the darkness and how deeply he had delved into it. To return from the dead even.

As such, I joined the other Dark Elite here. As a member of their own. Watching, learning, waiting for this new Zabrak Dathomirian to begin their trial. Keeping an eye on others who joined. All those who came to be at the feet of their Lord.

Darth Solipsis | Ohsaku

 

[Ashin Cardé Varanin]

Off to the side — not supplicant, not dominant, merely a contributor to the moment's seriousness and sense of purposeful dignity, as well as an interested appreciator of the qabbrat her daughter had built — Ashin, primarily, loomed.

 

[Khronas]

THE SEPULCHRE
Darth Solipsis | Olorion Fossk | Ashin Cardé Varanin

The time had come.

Khronas joined the procession of cloaked disciples as they filed into the black heart of the Sepulchre. A blanket of darkness descended on Emperor’s chosen as they silently moved into position around his throne, only their thunderous bootfalls echoing through the chamber. A gaggle of sycophants lingered at the edges of the chamber, hungry for the favour of their eternal ruler. And yet it was the Dark Side Elite, the true sons and daughters of the Sith, who would be honoured on this day.

The Siniteen gazed up at the obsidian throne, drawn to Sith’ari Darth Solipsis . Khronas had turned his back on the Dark Empire after the failure of the attack on Coruscant and had devoted himself to the study of the Force while the snivelling Imperial warlords had fought between themselves for control, succeeding only in sullying the Empire’s name. He had wandered the corners of the galaxy, tracking down forgotten texts and immersing himself in ancient study as he delved into the dark recesses of the Force, forever striving to understand its mystical ways. And yet despite his efforts, that which was pursued recently had remained beyond his grasp, a mockery of his studies.

The complete and utter control of time.

But that was to change. The portents of the galactic chronology, hidden from sight by all but the most devoted, had led him back to the core, to the rising darkness that was the Galactic Empire. He had sought out the Dark Side Elite and pledged his allegiance to them. The Jedi, lost in their meditations on justice and theses on harmony, were blind to the truth - that their time was running out. And as a devotee of the galactic cadence, Khronas was destined to be present when the clock struck zero on the light side of the Force.

Khronas stepped forward with the other initiates and removed his hood, exposing his ridged Siniteen cranium. He felt the weight of his Sith sword on his hip - his precise calculations deemed that the time to build a lightsaber was close, but had not yet come to pass. He slowly dropped one knee and bowed his head, awaiting the start of the initiation ceremony.