Public The Crimson Concord [Sith Order, Friends, & Frenemies]

[Her]

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"Every girl has her fixation. You hack people, I hack time..."
-- Her in conversation with Darth Virelia .

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Dromund Kaas, Thandon Star Cluster, Sith Worlds;
THE CRIMSON CONCORD.
Tags: Darth Carnifex | Parvati | The Lord of Hunger | Darth Virelia

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SOVEREIGN PLAZA.

My mind is a Sunless space.

A survivor of the ONE SITH WARS traversed Sovereign Plaza under the veil of a hooded dark robe which concealed her facial features and obscured her presence among a sea of people as they went about their business in this most audacious of spectacles. Strands of dark hair intermixed with blonde were the only revealing features of this enigmatic woman as she walked aimlessly through the plaza like a warrior fortifying themselves upon the eve of battle.

As the Sepulchral made their presence known Her did well to stay out of their reach with her powers in the Force drawn inwards so as to avoid persecution from them and their indomitable, eternal father-- the Butcher King-- DARTH CARNIFEX.

Nearby her associates conducted their business accordingly as seeds of a brand new conspiracy-- borne out of the destruction wrought by the Fifth Wing-- had taken root across the galaxy. No doubt Kakus would have enjoyed these festivities-- not for the spectacle of this abdominal Sith Order-- but for the very power of the dark side of it was so strong here in the Force, Her thought. In time she would gather with the others that they had recruited to discuss avenues of commerce, trade, politics and brokering of information amid the organisations, factions and galactic spanning governments that they had occupied to suit her agenda, but it was not them that occupied Her's mind as she walked in a slow, brooding fashion through the plaza.

It was Him.

The dreaded BLACK PYRAMID had since been deconstructed and it's memory consigned to the history books as the decadent Jedi hoped for it's meritocratic legacy to be forgotten about in the near five decades since the end of the Sith occupation of galactic centre. Yet one of it's prisoners walked the streets of Kaas City with thoughts transfixed upon the man-- neigh, the entity-- who had brought about it's construction in the first place.

Thus it shall not be forgotten. Not while Her lived.

Eight hundred long days consigned to one of the worst places in the entire galaxy had transformed the Knight of the Old Republic into what she was today. THE NOMAD had once told her, as he taught the old Knight in the ways of the dark side, that it was through destruction that they would breed creation. Would Carnifex have agreed with him? Although his face was concealed beneath the onyx veil, and as time itself had been humiliated as he traversed through it all in what felt like eons, there was no doubt it was him-- her fixation, her goal, all that she had seeded and sowed to chase which had seen the fall of the Empire of the Lost and generations of Tionese annihilated in the wake of His symphony of destruction at Tion.

The Eggman had not been able to destroy Him at Felucia and the Empire he had usurped in order for the Kilran Dynasty claim at the turn-of-the-ninth century had been scattered into the solar winds back into the old Tion Hegemony at the Siege of Tion. Her enemy was too strong for them-- His reach far and his scope untethered to any mortal coil. Two years later a new Imperial Confederation stands among the ruined halls in lands scarred by the Ashlan Crusade and fall of His NINTH SITH EMPIRE-- set to begin again under the machinations of a woman he had ruined.

Across the plaza Her caught sight of their adversary as they traversed this CRIMSON CONCORD. She did not stop to stare, or follow the Black Iron Tyrant. It was enough to merely glimpse upon the visage to fortify her soul and eradicate any lingering doubts about her own crimes. Two years of conspiracy had wrought so much destruction, death and pain upon the Outer Rim Territories. Yet it all paled in comparison to what He had achieved.

A Jedi died in that cell, and what came after was awful, monstrous and calculating...

Plotting in the shadows...

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[Niysha]

Where: A slightly secluded part of Sovereign Plaza
Who: Darth Virelia and her inspiring personal growth
What: Loompilled, lurkmaxxing.

It took Serina more than a few minutes to settle down back into something resembling the woman Niysha had met and thrown in her lot with. She was already pretty theatrical at the best of times, and being on Kaas in the midst of the most maudlin performances in the galaxy was clearly not doing her any favors on the "talking like a human person" front. In private it was pretty easy to translate her obtuse babble, but her vibe had turned distinctly hostile since they'd met up downstairs.

Fortunately, when Serina touched her chin and moved closer, Niysha felt like she could relax a little. The actual physical contact had nothing to do with it; Serina was absolutely terrible at tiny affectionate gestures. It was something they'd both have to work on. On the day she managed to ambush Niysha was a hug from behind, they'd mark the calender and celebrate it like an anniversary. Instead, it was the general tonal shift.

Yes, general tonal shift *behind all of the melodramatic babble and absurd purple prose, but still. That was progress enough for Niysha to relax a little.

With a slightly more easy smile, Niysha fixed her hair a bit. "Then I'll be with you all evening. It's as simple as that."

There was no doubt in Niysha's mind that Serina would chalk it up to "loyalty" or some equally useless nonsense. She was a work in progress. Pajamas and holoflicks would have to wait until they weren't a half-hour's walk from multiple blood orgies.

For the moment, she fixed her unruly mess of hair - pulled back in the neatest ponytail she could manage just for this event - and offered a gentlemanly bow for the Sith Lord whose presence she was graced with/in awe of/whatever was appropriate for the thick, heavy script that Serina was working from.

"Though I'd like to know what's on the schedule if at all possible, my Lord. I doubt you'd waste your whole evening standing imperiously in a shadowy corner when there are so many matters that you have to attend to." And, potentially, that Niysha could help with. Serina was a crippling workaholic and taking some of the burden off her shoulders might help her chill the tiniest little bit, please.

 

[Adean Castor]

TAG: Aris Noble

For one who often drifted in the circles of alchemy and scholarship, Adean was only vaguely aware of the power that emanated from the artifacts around her. It was like living with a veil perpetually pulled over her eyes. She could tell that something was there just beyond the surface of each item, could practically hear some of them calling out to be used, but the specifics of each and therefore the very real danger some of them presented went unheard.

She was fortunate, she mused, to have not had this sight before, only for it to be taken away. While her senses were untrained and that itself was a complication that sparked annoyance more than anything, it was better in her mind to not know over being keenly aware of what she was missing.

Therefore, it was a combination of reading what descriptions were available along with the people nearby, that told her more as to what items were what. A look of cool curiosity was safe. A look of panic was a toss-up between something she should absolutely avoid and something worth investigating further. A sly smile, especially from the shop owner, saw her turning her back on an item

She wasn't alone among the items. Another dark haired youtth looked almost as if he would pass as related to her. No, not to her, to the name she pretended to hold.

Well, this could get bad.