Talking About Sith

[Boethiah]

Many Sith have fought side-by-side with the Primeval, yet so few have ever met the Host Lord.

It wasn't because she elevated herself highly, or that she felt threatened by them or the possibilities of betrayal. Rather, it wasn't often that anyone wished to meet with her... The Primeval didn't rely on the Host Lord or her efforts, but went to her for advice and support in times of great need. From time to time, even Sith had sought her out for various reasons.

Today was a day where the witch would meet with a Sith, but the purpose of that visit obscured... All she knew is this Sith wished to know more of the Primeval, to understand them better. That in itself was something Anja would not turn away. If anyone wished to learn more about the Primeval then she'd be sure that they were able to learn. Not because of any alliances, but purely because the will to learn was a pure will.

What results would be yielded?

Anja resided in the Imperial Palace on the world of Bastion.

[member="Darth Noxia"]

 

[Komo]

Darth Noxia was heading to Bastion. A meeting had been arranged with the Host Lord of the Primeval and the location of the meeting has been arranged to be Imperial Palace on the planet. She had never been to Bastion before, and thus this would make it her first trip there. Noxia didn't know much about the Host Lord, other than the two facts being that she was a witch and a powerful one at that.

Power was something that the Sith respected and admired, and this witch had just that. The One Sith have fought along the Primeval in several battles now and the name of Anja was not one took lightly or disrespected. She, as part of the One Sith had great respect and appreciation for their allies, as shocking and unlikely as it may seem. Some might even classify that as an example of un-Sith behaviour.

The purpose of her visit would not a complicated one. Noxia had not fought alongside the warriors of the Primeval yet, but that would not stop her from learning more about them. The One Sith could never hope to defeat their enemies alone forever, and ties to the Primeval were thus highly important. Understanding them better would help to prevent any further conflicts that could potentially arise in the future. But alliances aside, Noxia also had a vested interest in the dark cult that is the Primeval. Knowledge was often the common goal. These reasons was what found the lone Sith on Bastion this day.


[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

Waiting for the Sith Knight in the heart of Ravelin city, nearest to the landing pad, was a small entourage of guards gathered to meet her. A greeting, a formality, and an escort--although Bastion was entirely under Primeval control, many of the worlds citizens grew detached from the governing body that the Host Lord maintained over them. Interestingly enough, she had a very passive sense of rulership which is why they hadn't been culled or indoctrinated yet. As long as they did not cause any issues, or turn to uprising, they'd be allowed their freedoms and rights.

Still, certain ways of the Primeval had begun to sink into the people and found their way int he form of zealots and preachers. Those who preached the pantheon of the Primeval were shunned away by those who stuck to their old ways. Deep in the heart of the palace, Anja looked from a large window and onto the city below as the sun began to set in a deep, vibrant orange.

[member="Darth Noxia"]

 

[Komo]

As the dropship began to approach the landing pad in the heart of Ravelin city, Darth Noxia could see a small entourage of guards already assembled-most probably to greet and escort her to the Host Lord. The shuttle soon touched down with nary a bump, and the ramp lowered, opening the door with a pneumatic hiss. Walking up to the small group of assembled primevals, she would give the lead guard a knowing look, as if to say lead the way. The small entourage would then leave the landing pad, moving on towards their destination in mind, the Imperial Palace.

It was also in this time that Noxia took it upon herself to further read up on the pantheon of the Primeval, and the gods that they worshipped. It was an interesting concept, but not entirely foreign to the young Sith. An avid reader, she had read up on similar civilisations in the galaxy's history that placed their own series of gods on the pedestal as well. The reading had managed to occupy her for the entire duration of the journey, as before she had realised, the speeder began to slow down before it eventually stopped, having arrived at their destination. The vast complex of the Imperial Palace now lay sprawled in front of her.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

When one said palace, it hardly justified the twenty kilometer long, two high behemoth that stood in front of those who managed to get in close. How anyone in the Fel Dynasty called this a home was even beyond the Host Lord, yet she used it as the capitol of the Primeval, their base of operations in all things. For [member="Darth Noxia"] the path was a winding one, yet with the Guards she would find her way without fail, perhaps even remembering the route should her memory prove finely tuned.

Anja could sense the faint presence of another, powerful force user even among the witches around her.

 

[Komo]

The Capitol of the Primeval. Darth Noxia was standing right in front of it right now. It was an impressive sight indeed, the colossal structure that seemed to stretch on for eternity. She was sure that wasn't true, but for now that was what it seemed like to her. She began to make her move, walking into what seemed like a mass of winding paths and corridors, flanked by the occasional guards present along the path. The guards were not exactly plenty, but she knew that, that was merely a deceit, meant to lure the unsuspecting into a false sense of security.

It definitely had more defences that it seemed. She was glad they were allies. As she began to proceed deeper into the bowels of the palace, Noxia was starting to feel a tad lost. Approaching a guard for directions, she asked with a smile. "Which way to the Host Lord, please?" The situation seemed to resemble a tourist asking for directions. The guard remained as stoic as ever, saying nothing, doing nothing. Disgruntled, she sulked at the guard before letting loose a string of profanities at him.

Seeking an alternative, she dug into the force, attempting to see if she could locate the leader of the Primeval instead. What the Sith found was a presence so heavy in the dark side of the force, that its owner must have been a really powerful practitioner. Taking that as her possible location, Darth Noxia began to make her move towards the source.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]