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[Darth Solipsis]

Take Me Back To Eden
The Sepulchre







Lord Creuat | Wymar | Ibaris Varanin | Sahar | Tyro Lok | Meliant
Talon Draven | St. 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. New initiates 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.

Credit to Sinestra for the DSE art above. Long Live Bulgaria.​

 

[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.

 

[Tayiji]

|| TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN ||
Epiphany - Chapter 1
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TAG: Ashin Cardé Varanin | Darth Solipsis | Khronas | Ohsaku | Olorion Fossk
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FEED YOUR HEAD
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THE SEPULCHRE

Tayiji had arrived in The Sepulchre by his Evereni Raiding Corvette just before the initiation was commenced. A new soul is going to accept the Emperor’s embrace and bear the weight of the dream of an Empire so pure, so clean.

The Marauder never knew with the Emperor, what is coming next, who are tested now, every single time. But that does not matter to him. He is comfortable with the uncertainty; he had stared death in the eyes and survived, thrived even, for so many times. He go where the Dark Side flies, ravaging systems for holocrons and nexuses. And all the roads lead to Him. Tayiji is a barbarian, but he is a cultured barbarian. He does not build, but he worships marvels, and the Emperor not only destroys, He builds from the ashes.

Tayiji stands in the middle of the Qabbrat proudly in his Evereni fur coat, the dim light in the meditation chamber hides his pale features, but the cicatrized scars almost glowing on his chest. The Emperor’s might is deadly, a Force nexus in the form of a Dark Side God, can easily kill those who are unblessed. Yet in His presence Tayiji basked. His aura suffocates, but that makes his mind sharp, his reflex almost instantaneous. He fell to his knees, paying his respect as much as he is embracing the pain. Love humiliates, but pain cradles.

And today pain is going to engulf another new souls standing in front of the entirety of the Dark Side Elite, some for the first time, some reimagined by the Dark God. One young and raw, and the other wise and experienced. Whatever differences that was there; background, miles, and ambitions, all are ready to be the tip of the Emperor’s blade.

 

[St. Thomas Barran]

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Lord Creuat Wymar Ibaris Varanin Sahar Tyro Lok
Meliant Talon Draven Prowler II Voldran Molf Tayiji
Khronas Ohsaku Ashin Cardé Varanin Remus Adair

TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN

THE HEATHEN SAINT - PART 1​

Aboard The Sepulchre,
Location Unknown (902 ABY)

'Never seen a Mawite afore, naw? Step aside!'
'Yes, sir.'
[Hsssssssssssssss]
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As the Khan stepped into (what he assumed to be) the Sepulchre's conference room, he was met with a rather ominous silence, but in an entrance made awkward from the offset, he could not help but ponder if this was a silence that prevailed before his arrival. Even failing to hold in a derisive, mirthful snort, Barran was resigned to consider the likelihood that protocol was restraining the other early arrivals, that decorum was keeping them from letting their guards down; the Heathen Saint had no time for such trivialities, but in order to play the game well, it was becoming clear to see that joining such collectives was one of few ways that assured ascension to newfound prominence.

Fortunately for Thomas, he would not need to search the room for his seat; or rather, not for long, as one of the Elite had recognised him, pointing the Khan to his reserved spot without uttering a word. In turn, Barran's wordless response would be given in a curt, though-respectful nod, though he was still smirking at the time, though Barran, to his credit, would return to a small-semblance of mannerly calm as soon as he sat down. However, it was in that same state of personal serenity when he saw all the meeting's early arrivals looking to the entrance once more, and it was then that the Khan decided enough was enough, drawling,'Stop that, it doesn't make the others arrive any quicker.', as he reached into his inner coat-pocket for a pack of cigarras.

'My suggestion? One o' you breaks the boredom.... Or I will.'

 

[Prowler II]

Shuffling steps and a gait assisted by means of a wooden cane supported the approaching Arkanian elder. His breath came with each step as slightly labored, but also hinted at excitement. The closer Prowler came to the presence and audience of his Master, the stronger and more invigorated his expressions and vitality became. Like a perverse inversion of spegettification, the elder stepped into the glorious event horizon and let his frigid presence in the force fuse with the splendor or his Emperor. A return to the source. The great abyss.

Such twisted power and darkness was known simply as home.

" All hail his majesty, Heir of the empire, the true Sith'ari and Emperor of the galaxy. Darth Solipsis ." Prowler said aloud with a heralds voice. Augmented and carried on ethereal currents of the Force. The words themselves shaking and vitality rattling loose objects within the chamber. A force bellow, Yet as the elder ended, the name of his Master came out like a old man's purr. He bowed his head let his cane fall to the floor and lowered himself into a kneeling meditative position before prostrating his body in the form of a reverent bow.

When Prowler slowly rose back up ,his pale eyes shifted to the other darkside elite with a arrogant smirk and raised brow.

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[Talon Draven]

Take Me Back To Eden


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The Sepulchre

The sound of his boots were silent, like a cat prowling the halls. His breathing, even. It had been quite a while since he had been back here and in that time, he had grown, advanced in his skills. From a young orphan to a powerhouse and ruthless killer, Talon's lips tugged into a small smirk before it dropped. As he entered through the doors, he could see others there and finally, sitting above them all, his Master, Darth Solipsis .

The overwhelming presence of his Master brought a since of relief to the young man as he entered into the Sepulchre. Walking up and listening to Prowler II 's voice echo within the chamber, Talon stopped. Bowing to the man seated above all of his subjects, Talon stood up tall and made his way to his place.

The feeling of the darkness swimming in his mind gave him peace and comfort from when he was a child training. Ruthless and cruel days, meant to prepare him for the worst, but days he would never forget. He would always owe his life to those around who stayed true to his Master and to the man himself.

A new soul would give their allegiance and devotion to their Master. The Jedi would know true fear when their ranks were emblazoned with new blood and those who saw the truth.

 

[Meliant]

Olorion Fossk Ashin Cardé Varanin Khronas Tayiji St. Thomas Barran Prowler II Talon Draven

The power that swirled in here was intoxicating, and Meliant was positively luxuriant in its presence. He was among the crowd, distinguished only by his armor.​

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His ability to feed on the Force was subtle, but potent, and nowhere in his had he found a more satiating feast. Darth Solipsis was the thrumming heart of the assembly, and his gathered Dark Side Elite were like the tributaries of a wide and raging river. Even Varanin was here as well... Two thrumming hearts, then. To have them all gathered here aboard the Sepulchre incomparable. Meliant had gone before areas strong in the Dark Side, but those were dead places scoured by war and death. This was a living congregation; a living nexus.​

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Under normal circumstances, he might have told that mongrel, Barran, to be quiet... But even that old savage could not divert his focus off of the meal. Meliant rigidly rose and bowed at the direction of Prowler as if in a waking trance. Perhaps he was.​

 

[Ohsaku]

Take Me Back To Eden

Sepulchre

Darth Solipsis | Olorion Fossk | Ashin Cardé Varanin | Khronas | Tayiji | St. Thomas Barran | Prowler II | Talon Draven | Meliant
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Fear

Anger​

Hate​

SUFFERING
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Each individual emotion led him here today. They did not merely flow through him. No, they consumed him. Made Ohsaku who he was. The pain and agony that he had endured to reach this very moment. All of the lives lost, all of the people sacrificed, all of the hate that he held in his cold, dying heart. It gave him purpose.

The Dathomirian walked into the hall of Darth Solipsis. A strong presence in the Force. One who held more power than any of them could possibly imagine. The acolyte approached the man seated in the throne. Kneeling down, Ohsaku dropped his head in a bow. His lightsaber was placed at the feet of the Dark Lord as a sign of respect.

"My Emperor, I here to prove my loyalty to you and the Dark Side Elite. What must I do to show my devotion?

He knew that he must do whatever it takes to receive the blessing and powers from Darth Solipsis. It would make him stronger in ways that he could never imagine. Using this newfound strength, the Zabrak would aid the conquest of the Galactic Empire. And when the time came, take his revenge on those who murdered his clan. The Mandalorians who disgraced his name. Their blood and Beskar would be on his blade.

Whether they knew it yet or not.

 

[Remus Adair]

Remus cleared his throat as he scrolled to the last paragraph of his brief. The imperial struggled to maintain composure before this audience, but nevertheless refused to allow himself to betray that. At least too much. He knew deep in the cockles of his soul that the dark aiders before him undoubtedly could read his mind as he delivered his assessment.

“To conclude,” Remus’ eyes briefly rose from his datapad and to the audience. “This operation carry’s with it too much risk and too many variables for us to adequately quantify. And it's execution requires a reassesment as to approach and support.” He continued, “This in conjunction in regards to strength we can gather, Coruscant may prove itself too vulnerable of a world to hold against an enemy as resilient as the Galactic Alliance.” he looked to the assembled members of the Emperors inner circle, “While it would be arrogant of me to advise a course of action which opposes the Emperors Will,” The officer continued, voice filled with palpable ”I feel that Fleet Admiral Runalph’s operational command plan along with Coruscant as an objective is simply unacheivable.” He raised a digit, "At this time."

Certain that he had pissed at least someone off, Vice Admiral Remus Adair bowed his head in deference to the assembly of military strategists, Sith and soothsayers who comprised the ranks of Solipsis’ inner circle. “Thank you, milords and ladies for your time.” He placed the datapad down before him with an audible 'clink'.

Immediately an aide began to circle the table and hand each member of the council a copy of Adair’s analysis. What had preceded in the Vice Admiral’s appeal was a strongly worded, albeit courteous sermon which advised against the Emperor’s command. That Coruscant be attacked. Remus’ thoughts, aided through the strenuous analytical powers of the Kreigsgeist combat computer was simple. The Empire at this juncture lacked the force to hold the planet in the naval sphere. So far the Emperor’s forces had broken their teeth razing largely undefeated settlements and stomping small planetary defence forces and militias. This was the core of the Galaxy they were to seize. Not some backwater.

The second series of critiques was that of Fleet Admiral Gaius Runalph’s operational plan. Was it bold? Yes. Flashy? Yes. But risky. Incredibly risky. The Fleet Admiral was looking to judiciously use star destroyers at short range and overwhelm the Coruscanti planetary shield. Sound in practice. But there were questions as to early warning systems for the planet. What would the contingency be if they were outflanked by Alliance response fleet?. Also the fiemension of civil unrest. Who wasn’t to say a thousand haphazardly armed freighters or vessels wouldn’t join the fray? And that was without raising the spectre of the Jedi.

And yet Remus knew he would be ignored. The emperor demanded bravado. Anyone with the stones to attack Coruscant did. And Solipsis would receive in spades. It was why he had placed a tactician as blunt as Ranalph at the fore, who had earned his keep through brutality and fanaticism. “I understand and appreciate if this has been an unsettling…. lecture. Or intrusive. But do wish to thank this audience again for their time.” He cleared his throat once more, “I believe my notes are… Comprehensive. But, I am willing to answer any queries this esteemed chamber may hold.”

 

[Rhaz Camoa]

R H A Z . C A M O A

| Location | The Sepulchre​

| Company | The Elite​

Tap.....Tap..... Tap.... Slow and deliberate came the sounds of a cane against metal floor, the click of heel and foot echoing against rigid walls. He had been here, he had been there, and yet he found himself nowhere, yet finding himself here aboard The Sepulchre, how he managed to get aboard the vessel itself an even greater mystery - a far ways away from his starting point of Dathomir following his recent release from enchanted imprisonment. The Lepi had simply been following the path set before him in his mind's eye, following where the Force's winds guided him. And here the enigmatic Lepi found himself, amidst a convocation of the Dark. Curiouser and curiouser.​

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The Lepi sauntered in casually, slipping past the rabble, each individual he passed seeming oblivious to his presence, only reacting by reaching for their own heads as if they had a sudden headache. His ears shifted, twitching slightly as he picked through the conversations happening, amber eyes drifting from figure to figure present, gleaning the reverence spoken of a particular individual Darth Solipsis . Lord, master, Sith'ari - words all dipped in such darkness and dread, potent enough to be weaponized that was enough to make even his fur stand stiff. How fascinating.​

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Rhaz chortled quietly to himself. A few thousand years buried under stone and magic had certainly not dulled his appetite for some excitement, and in a foreign and now unknown Galaxy, he found himself something to entertain him.​

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Darth Solipsis | Olorion Fossk | Ashin Cardé Varanin | Khronas | Tayiji | St. Thomas Barran | Prowler II
Talon Draven | Meliant | Ohsaku | Remus Adair​

 

[Khronas]

THE SEPULCHRE
Darth Solipsis | Olorion Fossk | Ashin Cardé Varanin | Tayiji | St. Thomas Barran | Prowler II | Talon Draven | Meliant | Ohsaku | Remus Adair | Rhaz Camoa

Khronas held his kneeling position at the foot of the Emperor’s plinth, as other members of the Elite joined the initiation circle. He basked in the Dark currents that swirled through the dimly lit chamber, feeling the might of the Sith’ari wash over him. He was a stone in a flooded river, thundering power crashing over him. And amid the dark torrent, the hands of time slowly crept forward, closer to the moment of glory.

The initiation ceremony was a secret to the Siniteen, who knew only that the Emperor would imbue him and his fellow adepts with greater power than they could ever have managed. While the Jedi wasted time toiling in their classrooms and meditating over the meaning of life, Dark Siders knew that their tenure in the galaxy was limited, and that power needed to be seized.

The Dark Herald Prowler II called the initiation ceremony to order, and the adept began to pledge themselves to Darth Solipsis. The heavy Dark Side presence that infiltrated every corner of the chamber grew heavy in anticipation. Khronas remained silent, waiting for the correct moment of celestial alignment before speaking. “I pledge myself to the Sith’ari, as an instrument of his wraith and might,” he declared.

 

[Imperius Indomitus]

W A R M A S T E R
LORD INDOMITUS
Through war, I bring order.
Through strength, I bring unity.
Through fire, I bring justice.

PALADINS OF NIHILUS
He that follows in our wake is death.

THE DARK COURT​

The Sepulchre

Sabatons hit the armored deck, calm, rhythmic as they drew closer. Weighing heavy as they stepped through the corridors of the Dark Side Elite's stronghold-ship, weigh heavy with mass of purpose as well as plate. Keys gently clinked, chains rattled and heavy cloth, more like liquid armor, rustled as it moved and brushed against the deck. He stepped alone, no guard or escort accompanying him, he marched purposefully, knowing where to go and never wavering in his forward momentum.

The bulkhead hissed and opened, barely enough to let the massive figure pass. Imperius stepped into the Court of Darth Solipsis and directly proceeded along the sides. His black plate was ornate with gilded trim, the red cape and tabard flowing in start contrast, the left hand rested on the pommel of his sword, Valoris. From below the hood that was tainting his red face in darkness, stared a deeper void, eyes that did not reflect the light of purest black.

While almost invisible in the atmosphere of the room, the gaze of the eyes could be felt. Staring, piercing, measuring, judging. The former Zakuulan regarded some for longer and some for less as he passed and took his place. Once there he offered a bow of his head in the direction of the Emperor, a perfect, precise gesture that was as forced as it was natural. The presence was relishing, invigorating, but it was also fleeting and temporary.

Finally Imperius' eyes settled on those that aspired to be chosen to join their ranks.

Darth Solipsis | Ohsaku | Meliant | Ashin Cardé Varanin | Khronas | Prowler II | Rhaz Camoa | Talon Draven | Tayiji | Olorion Fossk | Remus Adair | St. Thomas Barran​

 

[Ashin Cardé Varanin]

He slowly dropped one knee and bowed his head, awaiting the start of the initiation ceremony.

He fell to his knees, paying his respect as much as he is embracing the pain.

He bowed his head let his cane fall to the floor and lowered himself into a kneeling meditative position before prostrating his body in the form of a reverent bow.

Bowing to the man seated above all of his subjects, Talon stood up tall and made his way to his place.

Meliant rigidly rose and bowed at the direction of Prowler as if in a waking trance. Perhaps he was.

Kneeling down, Ohsaku dropped his head in a bow. His lightsaber was placed at the feet of the Dark Lord as a sign of respect.

“I pledge myself to the Sith’ari, as an instrument of his wraith and might,” he declared.

Once there he offered a bow of his head in the direction of the Emperor, a perfect, precise gesture that was as forced as it was natural.

Ashin offered her own bow toward the Emperor, not out of any desire to tack on the appellation of Dark Side Elite to her mountain of old sobriquets, but simply to demonstrate that she felt secure enough to do so with intention and without gauging degrees of deferential inclination. You respected the moment or there was no point to showing up.

" Darth Solipsis ," she said, "your servants believe they are ready."

 

[St. Thomas Barran]

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Lord Creuat Wymar Ibaris Varanin Sahar Tyro Lok
Meliant Talon Draven Prowler II Voldran Molf Tayiji
Imperius Indomitus Khronas Ohsaku Ashin Cardé Varanin Remus Adair

TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN

THE HEATHEN SAINT - PART 2​

Aboard The Sepulchre,
Location Unknown (902 ABY)

'An interesting gathering, truly. But as for whether they're,"Ready", for what comes next....'
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It could not be doubted, and many uninitiated elements would have been correct to consider this collective a,"Who's Who", of the Dark Side's most-extreme powers, and to each an elite the power of conquerors resided within their souls already. This fire, emanating most visibly of all, the Bloodhound could see quite easily, (in the ruby-right as much as the corporeal-left) retaining much in tangible recall to draw reference to this effect, thus this visible mystic feedback served no other purpose but to confirm his intuition.

'I'm - huh.... I'm not sure that'll even matter, or at least - not in the futures I've dreamt anyway.'

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Impermanence, the pervading theme, and one that Thomas himself seemed incapable of avoiding, affecting the man right down to the very Avatars he still revered. This word assailed everyone in attendance, in a perpetuity that almost goaded them into error, but Barran, ever the Goidel in his galling, brazen ways, was quickly resolving in his heart to keep everyone on their toes, with heads on swivels at every echelon he met. Thus hubris, as much as Impermanence, would become a dirty, disgusting word to all ears, even those of whom the Khan could feel gazing into the side of his skull, eyes belonging to none other than Darth Solipsis .

'If the Dark Voice, his Majesty, permits me to dare.... Binding, liberating, all o' that seems to matter little an' less when everyone here should be considering the great gamble, on which you already embarked, on which you already placed your bets. No point quibbling the fine-print now, ladies an' gentlemen. Our enemies won't.'

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Turning then to meet the face behind the Dark Voice, a first encounter of which only a few of the attending Elites would know was long overdue, Barran smiled,'Greetings from the Mawsworn, your Majesty. The culture prevails, the Tribes endure.... Whatever power you bestow unto me, I intend to use it for combat, Emperor permitting of course.', concluding with a tilted bow of his head in courtly protocol. After all, if their rituals were expected to succeed, someone was needed to draw out the most-powerful adversaries in the struggle, someone to bait tougher foes away from the attempt to interrupt his contemporaries.

A means to establish a role of Sentinel within the collective.