The Dark Council Rises

[Darth Voracitos]

Within the Dark Council Chambers on Korriban after the Clockwork Invasion was repelled...

Like any other day in the life of a Dark Councilman, Darth Voracitos had one of the dullest days he's ever had to endure; and being as large as he is, that is difficult to do. One idiot from time to time was difficult to deal with alone, but eleven of them? That was truly degrading on the fat man's psyche. Every day they had a new topic to yell at one another about and reach no conclusion. If Voracitos really wanted to make all the decisions (which he did of course), he'd do it without a Council that did nothing. At least allow him to wear ear protection, and a healthy lunch until they blew all their steam.

At any rate, the heavy man was leaving the Chambers of his nuisance of a domain, to return to his capital of Lorrd. Whatever it was, today he just felt like he was going through the motions with these idiots who called themselves Sith Lords and whined literally like a toddler if Voracitos ever offered the idea a non-sith a seat on the Council, in the place of one of the more annoying of Councilmen. Then a thought occurred to him. There was other Sith in the Empire that he knew from other encounters from time to time, whose opinion and time he could appreciate more than he could ever appreciate these fools. Who even put them in power anyway? Voracitos never agreed to it, at least, he didn't think so.

From these insidious thoughts, formed an idea in the Darth's head. Was he not the Head of the Dark Council? Was he not, appointed there by the Empress? Who then, gives the other components of the Dark Council Authority? It was he then, who allowed their rule. What was more embarrassing to Voracitos, was that technically in the days of the Triumvirate, it was he who organized the structure of the Government, before Moridin's rise. Moridin must have been far too busy to notice them, and for due reason, these Sith were terrible at their jobs. Voracitos would have to find the fool who forgot to mention the Dark Council to him when he was a Pillar.

That would come later however, as he ordered a Slave in his quarters to write a message to an assortment of individuals.

Dear @[member="Sirella Valkner"], @[member="Tirdarius"], @[member="Rytek'irk'intrano"], @[member="Anaya Fen"], @[member="Kaine Zambrano"],

You all know me as Darth Voracitos, Pillar of Knowledge, and Head of the 'Dark council'. It has come to my attention, that the Dark Council has become inadequate in its current state. I have no idea, how it has been allowed for it to reach this point of utter foolishness, but I propose a plan. Currently, those who are not Sith, are not admitted into the Council upon the majority's consensus; I will have you know that I am part of the minority of that vote. The job and role of the Dark Council demands for a new enactment, and I am to be the author of that bill.

My proposition to you all is that these eleven so called, 'Councilmen' need to go. Their replacements you ask? You. You are called in here because I believe you possess the qualities necessary for me to formulate a proper Council. You shall help me formulate and create a more able-body system of Government, capable of serving the Empire to its fullest capacity. There will be others that shall join us, but for now, I need only your presence in leading the Empire in the correct direction. Once this is established, then the Empire has been improved tenfold.

I expect your company as soon as you are able, to discuss you're ascension into the Dark Council, and to the organization of the Empire as a whole.

-Jonathon Boke​

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Necessary qualities...

When she though about it, those two words were about as close to a compliment as she could get from a master like Darth Voracitos. That aside, the summons was an interesting one. One that required careful thought before she decided to attend. Even if this turned out to be lacking in its rewards on a personal level it would at least be of interest to see who was to be on this new Dark Council and if any of them could be used to her advantage.

Vanity being one of Anaya's greatest traits, she spent time choosing her outfit. This was not an occasion that required ease of movement nor flaunting of her body. The black halter neck bodice hugged her figure well enough and with the flowing red fishtail skirt and knee length boots she felt, at least, dressed to impress without revealing to much, nor sacrificing movement entirely.

The click of her heels echoed off the empty corridor as she made her way to the Council Chamber. She found it empty and slowed her steps coming to a standstill in the centre of the room she took a moment to admire its grandeur, her eyes settling on the chairs. A small smile tugged at her features and she crossed the floor, climbing the few steps up the podium running trailing her fingers across the chair as she walked round it.

Yes, she could do great things here. She could eliminate weakness and gain knowledge with ease. She slid into the seat and waited for the others to arrive.

 

[Sirella Valkner]

The plant shifted on her body fixing the tight black body glove. The suit was snug against the plant's "skin" but as dignified as many other sith. Looking at her hand she noticed the seeds and smiled. Potent weapons should the need arise, and with Sith the possibility always existed. Dark twisted halls led to the council chamber. She had long been away from the politics of the capitol, having been leading the sith advance toward the republic. Her battlefleet had made it's way down the parlemian trade route and was situated to take the Roche Asteroids. The materials and manufacturing base would help fuel the Sith industry.

As she walked into the room she started depositing tiny seeds around. She noticed Anaya the little red twi'lek and smiled as she circled about the room. It was best to be prepared. "My little darling. How are you?" she asked as he continued her pacing. Finally she found a chair and lounged in it, letting her slender leg hand over the side. She picked a seat near a corner where it would be easier to see the entrance and exit. "I hate tardiness."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine had been waiting for this for quite some time now, the chance to become one of the Dark Council, a group of some of the most influential Sith Lords and Ladies in the entire Empire. For this occasion he wore a ravishing garb of red and gold jerkin with a white undershirt, red trousers, black boots, and across his back he wore a knee length cloak with his family seal embroidered across the back. Underneath his clothes he wore a set of light body armor, enough to protect him against ballistic assault. He approached the chamber and hid himself by miniaturizing his force signature to hide from any sort of detection by the others within the chamber, and walked inside. He noticed two people already there before him, Sirella and Anaya, which he both bowed graciously, "Ah, my dear compatriots. It's been quite awhile since we've last met. I trust you both have been doing well?" He flashed them both a sly, toothy smile before striding over to the nearest chair and situating himself in the chair, leaning back and watching both of them with a hunter's gaze. Now he just had to wait.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Tirdarius stared at the missive in his hand, the slender fingers gently grasping the flimsiplast that had been delivered to him by messenger. He knew fully well that his was likely the only one to be delivered by the hand of one close to it's author - it had been sent while that being had been on this world, after all. The arrival of Voracitos had not gone unremarked, but the Sith Lord had yet to meet him - as Leader of the Dark Council, it did not seem appropriate to meet with a mere planetary governor, regardless of his status as a Sith Lord. That reality had not irked him, but nonetheless, an invitation was here now in his hand.

The content of the message itself, though - he'd found that most intriguing. To disband the existing Dark Council and replace it with another... That was a curious proposition, particularly when Voracitos was suggesting that he be part of it. In truth, the Human wasn't entirely sure why he would agree to that - certainly aspirations of power were common among the Sith, but it required the will to rule, and Tirdarius was content only to serve. Leadership could fall to those who sought it out, provided those beings served the Empire in that ambition. Those who didn't...well, Tirdarius would see them dead before he saw them ascend to the upper echelons. Personal ambition should never trump the good of our Empire, he thought. Silencia had taught him that, and it was his sole driving force now.

Still, this was no idle request, he knew that. Voracitos was not a being to mince words, and if he believed that Tirdarius could best serve as a member of the Council, so it would be. There could be no refusal, no polite declining of this - indeed, his own sense of ethics forbade it as much as protocol among the Sith. To refuse is to fail in my duty, and I cannot allow that. Since the Empress had required him to work in subduing the worlds within the former Imperial Remnant and bringing them into the fold, his profile had clearly gained more attention than he had sought - and with the Dark Council ailing and ineffective in their duties, perhaps it had merely been a matter of time. And so, I resign myself to my fate, the Sith Lord thought with a soft sigh.

The flimsiplast in his hands started to flicker with energy, then slowly burst in flames, a very gradual, stately ignition that had been initiated by a transfer of power from the Sith to the paper, creating a spark that developed itself slowly into a sizeable flame. He stared at it, momentarily transfixed, then dropped the smouldering missive on the floor beside his desk, to burn itself out until nothing was left but ash. He remained still for a moment, ordering his thoughts, then stood abruptly, his chair pushing back behind him as he moved to his full height and circumnavigated his desk. Only one thing to do now, he thought.

The dark corridors of the Academy were quiet: night had fallen, and many apprentices would now be gathering quietly in the Library to study, or fall wearily into beds to gather their strength for the next day, exhausted by their rigorous training. Only a few wandered the corridors at this hour, though the darkness of the evening had only fallen but a few hours before. His footsteps turned towards a corridor utterly abandoned by all but two Sith standing guard at the end of the hallway, dressed in the ceremonial robes and less ritualistic armour of those who were assigned to stand guard over the Council, their presence there to deter any from entering the turbolift that was concealed by the cold stone door next to them.

They had received their orders, and they would not have dared to stand in his way anyway: he was Sith Lord, and the world of Korriban was his to govern and rule, so only the Empress herself and the Dark Council itself might bar his passage, and there was no cause to do so this time. He spared them barely a glance as the stone barrier gave way and he entered the turbolift, carried then to the upper chambers of the Academy where the often-empty chamber reserved for the Dark Council was located. Not empty now, though. No, he could sense others within, their hearts dark and their presences powerful, those would now sit as equals on the Council that would rule the Empire, save for the Empress herself.

The turbolift arrived speedily, nearly silent as it slid into place at the pinnacle of the lift shaft. As it did so, a set of metal doors slid smoothly aside to admit him into the room. He had seen it a few times before: a large, ornate chamber, arrayed with banners in crimson red, twelve chairs arrayed throughout, six on either side, one group facing the other, the large empty floor between them, such that supplicants and the condemned might stand there and be judged by all twelve simultaneously. A place designed for hard matters to be discussed and judgements to be given forth. It was perfect.

"I bid you greetings, brother and sisters," he said, addressing those presently within. He recognised them, of course: he had met most of them before, and observed those that he had not, aware of them even though they had not introduced themselves to each other. That shall soon be rectified. "I am glad that Lord Voracitos has seen fit to have us gather under circumstances less than violent," he observed softly. "Far too often do we only meet when conquest or ambition bring us together."

He looked at them each in turn, appraising them. There was Kaine, the Grand Vizier to Emperor Moridin. A man of curious nature, pale in one respect and dark in others, one who oft held himself aloof from the day-to-day runnings of the Sith in appearance, but was at the heart of all of it. Tirdarius didn't doubt that there was much that escaped his notice. Then the Lady Sirella: a formidable Sith Lord, one he knew to be a dangerous opponent, and the one responsible for much of the Sith's recent advances towards Republic space. Finally, Anaya Fen, loyal servant of the Empress, dangerous both in her nature as she was in her capabilities: an acknowledged seductress, subtle and insidious. Her reputation was well-deserved, as was her position. All three represented much of the present power of the Empire, so Voracitos had done well to bring them here.

"I apologise for the austerity of the room," he observed softly, eyeing their surroundings with personal satisfaction, though he understood many of the Sith preferred more overt trappings of power. "The Council so rarely bothered to gather here that it was worth little in the way of accommodating them," he observed, his own disdain for that ineffectual group apparent in his tone. "I never could tolerate their desire to soften things here for themselves when the world around them is harsh and unforgiving in it's turn," Tirdarius concluded, coming to stand in the middle of the stone floor that constituted much of the room. "For myself, I prefer it this way. Less to distract, save perhaps for your presences," he added, offering a sweeping bow to the newly-arrived Sith, observing the courtesies as always.

 

[Soeht]

Unexpected. Kirk could describe the summons only with that one word. The proposal of a Force-insensitive such as himself was unprecedented - compound it with the fact that he was noticeably not human. His eyes read over the flimsiplast repeatedly until strained. Canines bit into his lower lip - the pain keeping him from breaking the skin. Dark blue brows wrinkled as Kirk placed the stationary on a metal desk.

With no previous encounters with Darth Voracitos, Kirk was unsure of what this Sith Lord had in mind. The invitation was extremely suspicious for Kirk - especially considering how even he thought it absurd to invite him to the Dark Council. It also did not help that the letter did not seem to be very personalized - something Kirk noticed with ease. He realized others may have gotten the same letter, and he could not be sure of their identities or disposition to one such as himself.

Ultimately deciding to accept the invitation, at least to meet this Sith Lord and not insult him, Kirk traveled to the Sith Temple on Korriban at the appointed time. Gaining access to the Dark Council's chamber proved to be tedious. As Kirk wore the standard uniform for a Moff, the Imperial guards in the Temple continuously stopped him the moment he left the standard areas for Moffs and Force-insensitives. The Chiss remedied this by showing the guards the official invitation Voracitos sent to him - which bore enough identifying marks on it to give it the appearance of being the genuine article.

Eventually, Kirk reached the area where everyone else that had been invited were gathering. He recognized Tirdarius, who just finished saying something that Kirk did not catch, yet the others were not even acquaintances for him. He began to feel a little uncomfortable being the only Force-insensitive in a group of clearly Sith - considering that only they would dress freely within the Citadel.

Instinctively, Kirk gave a shallow bow and greeted them with, "Lords, Ladies."

 

[Darth Voracitos]

While all the Sith Lords, Ladies, and others in their company, of which there was only three of either side. Soon this would be rectified, but for now, it served his purpose. He had no way of knowing if these selected individuals would even agree to this proposition but merely their attendance spoke wonders to him. With a sly smile, it appeared that everything was going as he had hoped. No doubt though, the Admiral would be skeptical. He had every right to be. It wasn't to Voracitos's knowledge that an insensitive had ever been on an Dark Council prior to this point. Already he was making history by simply being invited.

Voracitos would be curious to the reaction to the Sith Masters, and others he had invited for this miniature coup of the Old Dark Council, to let in a new era of a more capable body of government for the Sith Empire. It was to Voracitos's understanding that even as elevated a position being a Sith Master meant, Voracitos knew that there were more parts to the Empire than what the Council would allow. This was not a good standing, and as a businessmen this was not a good trait to possess in his Council. That is why he hoped most of all that he would arrive, and accept his invitation. At the very least, even if he refused the call, he hoped he would remain at attendance within the Council as an extra voice to military counseling of the Empire's current state as the most powerful force in the galaxy in its present state.

He was glad by the appearances of both Anaya and Kaine, as this served perfectly within the plans he had developed for this new Council, and even though they were not full fledge Masters, they would still yet play a key role. He was also impressed to see that Tirdarius and Sirella had shown, because although he was letting in competition, they were far more adept to rule than the last fools. Additionally, he had reason enough to at least listen to what they said, as Sirella from what he understood had been a colleague of the Empress. Also, Tirdarius could be trusted, as it appeared that his intentions were solely on the betterment of the Empire. So then, his council had assembled, and as Head it was time for himself to show his face to his future accomplices.

He entered the room in his own fashion, floating upon his Mobile Throne as always, carrying his gargantuan weight, to find his chosen successors of the old ridiculous Council, for the most powerful governing body in the Galaxy. He had just finished sending out a request for the old council for a meeting today, which would be at the conclusion of this one with the new Council. It was all planned out accordingly. He gestured to them all with his arms wide.

"I bid you greetings, to my fellow compatriots of the Empire. I'm glad that you could find the time to arrive at this historic moment in the Empire and in the history of the Sith." He floated himself to his favorite spot in the Chamber, directly in front of the two rows of Thrones. It wasn't his appropriate place, but for him, did it really matter all that much? Also, who's to stop him with all honesty?

"You all know what you're here for, and what you shall be doing should you choose to accept my most generous offer. But I'm sure that you are all wondering, some of you more than others, are wondering why it is, you are here. Well I'll tell you. As you know, the Dark Council at current is so inept in its rule it has been utterly forgotten, save for the Empress's appointing my as its head. It is a position most worthy of me, but unfortunately the Council is not. This, I am most displeased by." He made emphasis on that regard, of his utter disappointment and dissatisfaction with the sheer stupidity, which he made it clear to them, he didn't even know how they existed at all.

"That then, brings you into the equation. To the rest of you, it must make perfect sense that Sirella and Tirdarius are here, that much is for sure. However, you other three have a very unique role in this Master Plan I have devised. Congratulations, you have made history in my name. I applaud you for your efforts." Voracitos had no expression really or anything unusual with the emotions of his force presence, but he gave them a slow clap or three. So few of them rewarded in a short time, more because of his meaty arms were wearing him down than he was attempting to mock them.

"Also, Kaine," He single out the Grand Vizier, "You have a most unique status upon this Council, for you shall serve two purposes, here as Grand Vizier and as a wielder of the Force." He returned his gaze to sweep over them all emotionlessly, trying to gauge what they were thinking.

"So then, would you all like to find out what exactly I have in store for you?" He gave them a broad, humorless smile.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

A wide smile spread across Anaya's features a the zelosian master entered the chamber, the lust flashing in her eyes. "I'm well Master Valkner." she replied watching the plant woman hungrily until she sat down. She caught Kaine's eye as he entered and instantly averted her gaze, choosing to ignore his presence unless she otherwise had to. She inclined her head in greeting to Tirdarius in greeting and moved her eyes about the room as he spoke about it shrugging slightly "It serves its purpose."

Her eyes moved to the Chiss and a smile spread further across her features "Hello" she purred at him. It was clear that this one wasn't force sensitive, as far as Anaya was concerned that made him an easy target. Her lekku twitched and she reminded herself that this was not the time nor the place to find prey to sate her appetite.

She looked up as the Gluttonous Master floated into the room. She gave him every ounce of her attention, he commanded great respect, she had witnessed the fight between him and Ashin, it had been a beautiful sight to behold...all that power...all that knowledge. She snorted at his claps, they were almost mocking but she was not offended either way. She would make history in her own name, given time, until then this would suffice.

Anaya smiled as he concluded his speech "I would very much like to know what you have to offer us. But I think introductions," she said her eyes falling on the chiss "should come first, no?"

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Watching Voracitos float into the room on that mechanical contraption of his, Tirdarius narrowed his eyes, grey slits observing the entrance of perhaps the most gargantuan of beings that the man had ever seen. It seemed impossible that one holding the title of Sith Lord would allow himself to go in such a fashion - with the rivalry of the Sith inner circles, it seemed preposterous that any such being could survive for long. Perhaps even the effort of climbing off that ridiculous chair and into a proper seat would kill him, Tirdarius thought sardonically.

It had to be said that appearances were deceiving, though - Tirdarius had been a witness to the energetic power that Voracitos had wielded in his battle against the Empress during her ascension. His gross bulk concealed a strong ability to direct and manipulate those dark energies that had so very nearly sucked the life out of everyone within that great chamber, where the Throne had sat, there for but a single ruler to sit upon. Had we not the strength to resist, he would have consumed our energies as surely as he might consume his breakfast feast. That was power to be respected, not held in contempt.

Walking up the short flight of steps that led up to the stone seats arrayed at intervals on either side of the room, Tirdarius reflected on how best to respond, his expression closed and dispassionate, saving perhaps what little emotion his eyes chose to convey. His Master had always taught him that his own thoughts and feelings were a weapon - both his, and that of his enemies, if they were able to latch onto them and use them against him. It was a lesson he had learned well, and thus kept himself calm and clear-headed even now, when emotional turbulence was both to be expected and appropriate. For now, it seemed best to be circumspect, and see where this went.

He turned and watched the others as he slowly sat down. Not the most comfortable of seats, he mused, noting that the strong base of the chair was cushioned, but the rest was all sturdy, uncomfortable stone. To remind all who sit in these seats that power is not something wielded comfortably, but as a burden, to the service of an Empire. Many had forgotten that - apparently to include the ineffectual creatures who would otherwise be sat here, the ones that Lord Voracitos was in the process of replacing. Knowing him, likely in a fatal manner. That would certainly be consistent - there was no way that any Sith strong enough to have ascended to the Council, ineffectual in that post or not, would simply go quietly. No, there will be blood spilled in this chamber before the day is out.

Observing the others calmly, he could well agree that they were just the people needed to serve here: whether through experience, sheer unadulterated power, via strategic capability or because of the sheer passion of their service, these were some of the best the Empire had to offer. Even the presence of the Chiss had come as little surprise - the Admiral had served to great effect at the Battle of Gravlex Med, preserving forces that he might simply have thrown away in an effort to see the conquest of that world, the Tirdarius respected few things more. Their methods were different, but there was no doubt that, together, they might function effectively and be able to rule. Provided we can get over our differences with each other.

Resting back in the seat he had chosen, his arms lined along the top of the rests on either side of him, the Sith Lord stared down at the floor of the chamber, rather enjoying the view, such as it was. This chamber had been cleverly designed indeed - it was a masterpiece of showmanship, a room that spoke to intimidation of those who would submit to the Council as much as it did to equality among those who would sit here. Clever, not to place any single being above the others. No doubt that had frustrated those who had believed that each member would have differing status. Might offer them something to aspire to, otherwise.

"We have come at your invitation in order that we might further serve the Empire, Lord Voracitos," he said, calling out to the grotesque Sith Lord further along in the chamber. The two of them could not have been more different: the slender, dark Human, calm and composed, the other, a grotesque parody of a sentient being, so large that space seemed to fold around him, yellow eyes peering out from under folds of skin, his appearance such that the nature of his original species was no longer obvious. "We have all witnessed the ineffectual works of the Council thus far, not least of all in their failure to voice even an opinion on the ascension of Desmius after Moridin," Tirdarius observed. The silence of the Council had been deafening, and no doubt had played considerable part in their decline as a body. "Perhaps their fall was inevitable." He leaned forward then in the chair, staring directly at the fat man unblinkingly.

"So, yes, tell us what you would have of us now," he intoned, his voicing lacking any overt force, but making it clear that he was intrigued by the Council's Leader in bringing them here. There's more to his plan than simply assigning us to warm seats for a time, he thought mildly. He did so enjoy such convoluted planning - it would be interesting to see how this came to fruition. "No doubt there is much for us to discuss."

 

[Soeht]

The appearance of Voracitos was a shock to Kirk. Even in his most fantastical dreams of Sith debauchery would he never imagine the bulbous body of the Sith Lord before him. No reaction from the Chiss could have been seen, yet his thoughts were a plenty of questions of how one could be so obese. It simply astounded this Chiss, who was used to those in the upper echelons of the Sith being so fit.

Still, Kirk gave a bow to Voracitos upon his entrance. He listened to everything the Sith Lord had to say. Not much was given regarding his plans, yet Kirk reasoned that Voracitos may soon reveal them. Though, it seemed that Kirk was right to reason that Voracitos aimed to install a more agreeable Dark Council.

When addressed by Anaya, Kirk turned his head to the Twi'lek.

"Moff Kirk," he tersely introduced himself.

Red eyes wandered to Tirdarius as the familiar Sith Lord sat down. Kirk deferred the option to sit until Voracitos explained his reasons for choosing a Force-insensitive. For all his time in the Empire, Kirk knew only the strongest of Sith sat upon the seats of the Dark Council. He could imagine that being able to take such a throne would be an insult to many Sith - possibly a few that gathered within the room. He had no idea of who would agree with Voracitos's choices or not.

Returning his focus to Darth Voracitos, Kirk awaited for the Sith Lord to continue his explanation - the Chiss's silence being a clear sign of him having no desire to ask questions.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Voracitos watched the reactions of his peers, already a bit worried in his own choices. They were definitely the correct people for the seats of the Dark Council, but not a few moments in existence, already the new Dark Council had a political atmosphere. They didn't even know what they were doing here yet! Regardless, he tried to ignore the passive aggressive stance the Twi'lek produced towards the Chiss. Already he noticed how odd it was, that except for Tirdarius, every member in the room was either an alien, or so far stretch beyond the normal means of human existence they might as well be labeled as separate species entirely. This gave him something to laugh at himself about. Stranger still, the Chiss, of course, was insensitive to the force. This was a dilemma that he could tell the blue man was attempting solve in his calculating mind. On the Darth's part, it was a very bold and dangerous move for the invitee. It had no consequence to himself, but should he accept his invitation, he would face a great deal of... difficulties in these chambers. But he served a purpose for him, he just hoped that his theoretical idea would succeed sufficiently to keep on here... and alive preferably. His gaze moved towards the speaking of another Sith Lord. That was most likely the reason why Voracitos passively refused to take an actual seat upon one of the twelve Thrones of the Dark Councillors, as he would suffer too much effort in rotating his meaty neck every which way whenever a member bothered to place input upon a situation.

"Indeed Tirdarius." Voracitos remarked, once he finished. Afterwards, he continued his reveal of his vision of the future. His vision of the Empire.

"To rectify, the ineffective ability's of the Dark Council I have brought to one place, some of the Empire's finest, in all backgrounds. Some of us learning the arts of the Dark Side and becoming effective tools to chisel away at the stone that is the uncivilized Galaxy, and to bring the Empire's enemy's to heel. Others ensure that inside the intestines of the Empire all functions as it should, and ensures that the Imperial War Machine is well oiled for the harvest. Then there are those of us, that act as the arbiter of the Empires rule, both inside, and outside of the body of the Empire. Then there is those of us, of whom we do not call them the Masters of the Empire, but if not for them, the ability's of those who claim to lead the Empire would be for naught; of that I jest towards those who use the tools of the Empire, to protect by Invasion, that the Empire's borders always remain in expanse." The Darth jested towards all of them, in no particular order. But the symbolism he had created for them in the roles and needs of the Empire were all intended to be taken almost literally, as those had been the basis of how he would choose, and appoint these members of the Dark Council before him. He did notice however, that many of the members here did not seem to have the liberty to speak very much. Of course though, he reminded himself, that they were not the ones with the job of explaining everything. They were merely his audience at this point. Though he called him the Councillors that they would be, it would not be until sometime, that they were truly contributing members. He didn't even know if at this point, that all of them would accept. He continued his miniature speech.

"Those tools and weapons of the Empire would by I, Sirella, and Tirdarius, all in our own ways we feed the beast of the Empire, who's taste yearns for the flesh of foreign Empires. Those that act as arbiter to the rule of the Empire, the very will of it, would be the two Knights here. Anaya, and Kaine. But I had told you before, Kaine acts as more than just the will, but as the subconscious care taker of all the organelle functions of the Empire, with his status of Grand Vizier." As he finished introducing the other Sith's new identity's within the Dark Council, Voracitos brought his respect to the Chiss stationed at a point of the room, where he actually granted him the privilege of the Darth's muscular movement of his neck. It strained to one side, as he look directly upon the Chiss.

"And you sir, I granted the greatest privilege I could possibly offer you. I know of you, and your history upon Gravlex Med, with your 'service' to Tirdarius." Voracitos said with a hinting that perhaps it was Tirdarius that was serving him, though he attempted to make less obvious in this hinting, so as not to directly offend the other Lord. Now was not the time of course, and as far as could be known now, he was still an ally, rather than a rival.

"You shall make the grandest addition to the Dark Council, because although I would love to label myself as the brains of this operation, I again, am merely a tool of organization. You, though not a Sith, act as military adviser to the council, alerting us of its present condition as a whole, and advise us on the best course of action in any given situation. Even if you choose not to take this position, I would beg of you if I were capable, to at the very least, make an attendance as an observer to the Dark Council. But should you choose so, be warned, there are others I could have chosen from, and I chose you... specifically. It would also, bring a quite unpleasing taste upon my mouth, that I could be rejected.... you do not want me to experience that taste." From a strain of his neck that had been before out of respect, had quickly turned into a badly veiled threat. Returning his gaze equally upon the whole Council now, Voracitos thought it only appropriate that he finish his plan, to come full circle with the rest of those assembled here.

"That then, would conclude the presentation of my offer to you all. Once it is official that this Dark Council has formed, I already have our first order of business prepared, of which we shall immediately attend to. Any questions? If not, take a seat of your choosing if you have not done so already, and we shall begin." Voracitos finished.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya's lips curled into a smile at Kirk's introduction and she inclined her head slightly, a small sign of respect. If Voracitos had brought him here he deserved an ounce of respect. The rest he would have to earn from her.

She listened to the gluttonous masters speech, her lekku twitching every now and then barely concealing her delight at being chosen to be on the high council. It was a bold move by him, not only to invite Knights, but also to invite a non sensitive to take a seat on the council. Despite her pleasure though, she would have to be cautious. These masters were all in their own way deadly and without knowing their motives she was not going to trust them easily.

Working as the 'will' she could help direct the empire to greater strengths, remove weaknesses she would previously not been in a position to do so. She closed her eyes for a moment before finally responding. "I'm impressed," she said softly "you assembled quite the group." she passed her eyes across the members either side of her "We all have a common desire and that is to see the Empire reaches its greatest height and remains there. I would be honoured to accept your offer."

She crossed her legs and sat back in the chair smiling to herself. "To business then?"

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Lips curving sardonically in amusement, Tirdarius listened closely to everything that Voracitos said, amused both by that strange rumbling basso, but as much by his words as by the tone in which they were delivered. It doesn't seem likely that one of his particular vices has ever had issue with an unpleasant taste in the mouth, the Sith thought wryly, though wisely kept that particular notion to himself. He couldn't think of any issue in what was said - as far as he was concerned, Voracitos was correct in asserting that the Council required a military advisor, one to speak on behalf of the rank-and-file, and offer those insights that the Force sometimes failed to divulge.

Though it was true that he was something of an old conservative, Tirdarius had never believed wholly in the utter superiority of those that could wield the Force over those that could not. On many occasions in the past, those lacking that precious gift had proven themselves the equals and even the superiors of the Sith, compensating for the absence of the Force through touches of inspiration that were both awe-inspiring and beautiful to behold. At Gravlex Med, the Moff present in the room had submitted to his command, but the Sith Lord had no intention of it remaining so: the field was widening, and competent commanders were welcome and necessary. He shall be the first, he thought, glancing at the Chiss.

The inclusion of Knights within the Dark Council was similarly a stroke of true inspiration - the Masters were often wrapped up in the concerns of the broader Empire, and often did not observe the workings of the lower orders until one of them made a move to take their position. It was the Knights of the Order that did much of the dirty work that was required to push things forward: Kaine had held his lofty position and worked the administrative areas of the Empire for a considerable while, and few doubted Anaya's capabilities, her penchant for getting things done well known among the Lords. Both were excellent representatives of their kind, and their presence here spoke well of the future.

"I agree with your choices here, Voracitos," the Sith Lord observed calmly, offering a nod to the others in the room, folding his hands in front of him as he relaxed in his chair, though his posture was straight as always. "Kaine has always proved himself competent, and Anaya's loyalty to our cause is unquestionable," he remarked, his grey eyes moving over them both in turn as he spoke their names. "Although it is not traditional for those lacking our Force talent to sit in these seats, it is time they did so, so that all may see that our Empire is not that of the past, designed to include all that prove worthy and capable, to further our goals," Tirdarius said, now looking over at the Chiss Admiral. "With such sitting beside us, the Empire cannot but prosper," he concluded. "Now, let us hear these plans of yours. I'm eaten alive by curiousity," he added, a faint curve of his lips indicating his amusement at such a nonsensical mental image.

Somehow, Tirdarius had a feeling that Voracitos was far from done yet - only seven seats were filled by those present (although the gluttonous Lord could doubt sit in three of them all by himself, judging by his bulk), so there were others yet to be brought forth. Perhaps they are not on Korriban to receive their invitations, or that is our next order of business. No doubt that would cause some considerable discussion...

 

[Soeht]

The subtle thread Voracitos presented to Kirk sapped his confidence in the situation. Turning his face toward the ground and to his right, Kirk looked as if he thought deeply on Voracitos's words. His head lifted up to gaze upon an empty seat. The stone looked unbearably cold to him. Realizing that he had no way of declining the offer and living long after it, Kirk resigned himself to accept the fate being on the Dark Council would give him.

"Your praise is appreciated," replied Kirk. He almost said "Lord Voracitos" as if a subordinate of him, as usual, yet figured doing so would have been inappropriate.

After Voracitos finished talking, Kirk took heavy steps to the seat he looked upon. The weight of his black boots was unbearable. To him, each step forward sounded a reverberating clack that pierced his ears.

Once at the Dark Council seat, Kirk turned around to face the group once more. With no hesitation, he dropped down to take his place upon the throne. It felt to him that gravity yanked him down the instant he moved to to sit in the chair. Sitting upright with the weight of his torso supported on his hips rather than the back of the seat, Kirk placed both arms on the armrests beside him. He appeared to have some dignity despite having the sensation that he had been chained to the throne.

With no questions or comments, Kirk silently awaited for further explanation from Voracitos at the prompting of both Anaya and Tirdarius.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

"Very well," Voracitos smiled, genuinely excited about what he was about to install. He looked to Anaya, "I will start with you Twi'lek." A phrase often used by the Dark Lord for far less... reputable activity's to the members of her species.

"As the exacter of the Will of the Dark Council, I can think of no better position for you than the Head of a small project of mine, deemed, the Dark Council's Inquisition. As the First Inquisitor of the Empire, you shall exact our decisions by any means necessary." He then turned to Kaine, "Kaine, the other half of Will, shall then assist you in your judgment, as the Second Inquisitor of the Empire."

At that moment, a group of 11 began to walk through into the Chamber, where each of the 7 new Dark Lords watched. A devilish smile crept upon his face. One of his Colleagues looked around in utter confusion.

"What's going on here? Who are these people?" He yelled. Voracitos laughed.

"Do not pretend that you know nothing of these people, you know very well who they are. What they are doing here, I'm going to give you the credit in that you assume their purpose here as well." Letting the news sink in, Voracitos looked to his new Council, to address them.

"Dark Council, meet your predecessors." He then looked to the victims. "Maggot meat, take one last look at your replacements. Make sure you remember who to hate once trapped in Chaos. Ta-ta!"

With a final mocking gesture, Voracitos allowed the others to witness his feast. Leaning forward, he began his work. He simply stared at them, and immediately the others would witness its toll. An aura of fear swept through the entire room, at the bidding of Voracitos, as mind games were being made of the organic mush the Dark Lords called minds. The weaker of the few began to quaver for one reason or another, as a telepathic battle of Moch Dun degraded their ability to reason, allowing freer access into their mind, where he then drew from them Knowledge of everything they have ever done. Like whethered rock, the process of weathering increased with the metal surface area that Voracitos created, so then faster did their reasoning degrade. Some of them attempt to resist, but as they did so, a hand unseen to his enemy began to weigh upon their frames. Slowly the 11 kneeled, from the crushing weight, each one drenched in a coming fear, a coming destruction.

Horror seeped into their being, and try as they might to resist the damage had already been done, had already been planted. Voracitos was merely reaping the Harvest. For the longest of time he had come to know these lords, and now he finally was exploiting their individual weakness's to their fullest extent. All were screaming, some even resisted the urge to beg. With everything in place, his eyes glowing now form his use of power, the all screamed as one as each mind was broken into fragments. Utterly helpless, Voracitos opened his maw, and from his vegetated victims began to absorb the very essence of their lives, with bleak streams of light entering his mouth. The piles stopped moving all together, utterly dead. Satisfied with his work, he sat back in his Throne. His eyes no longer glowed. He returned his gaze to his Council.

"So then, with that out of the way," Voracitos spoke finally, "I assign to the Inquisition their first mission at the conclusion of this meeting. Find the members that we find suitable of recognition as a member of the Dark Council. Which then leads to our first topics who are those members of the Empire, who should be here?"