The Forge of Alliances (Open to the Sith Order)

[Darth Abyss]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LuCFI-iUh0

Malachor V, The Spheres of Ash - Brokers

The Brokers was a Casino notorious both for its lack of tolerance for those unable to pay up, as well as for being ridiculously exclusive. It was one of the few establishments in the upper city where being rich was not enough to enter, the only thing that opened its doors was a combination of wealth and influence. That was why it was even more suspiring for its regulars to find out that the Casino was closed of not only to the general public, but to all without an invitation today. It was publicly known that it could be rented for private gatherings, but it was also known that the price for that was so horrendous that no one had done it until now.

Darth Abyss wasn't one to feel proud over the wealth he had stacked up since the Free Cities rose on Malachor, but for this kind of gathering it was important to project a certain image, or else his "guests" could come to a wrong conclusion. For the most part he was satisfied to remain in the shadows, unheard and unseen to most, but current events called for a differed solution. Despite the resistance of the Silver Jedi, the new Sith Order was constantly growing stronger with every day that passed, and it was time for them to really forge their loose alliance into something more. The sith would never have true unity, but a mix of fear, mutual respect and the possibility of gaining something from working with others would help them to at least act as a united group when they had to. And so he had invited them all to visit his new realm on Malachor V.

For this reason the Brokers was almost empty today, with staff strapped to a minimum, besides security which was running at its maximum capacity. Only those placed on a list were allowed to enter, and Abyss had made sure that everyone that belonged to the sith order was on that list. To secure absolute secrecy about who would be here today, the list belonged not to the casinos staff, but to one of his own loyal man that waited on a back entrance. Transportation to the Brokers was secret as well, using absolute unrecognizable civil shuttles to bring the sith from a isolated, private space port in the lower city to the casino.

Inside the Brokers a collection of expensive foods and drinks from all around the galaxy could be found, with a handful waiters waiting around to serve the guests that were soon to arrive, while a Bith band got ready to play their songs in the background. The room was filled with dim red artifcial light, as even the view through the windows had been concealed, giving the place a bit more sinister feel. At one of the many tables rested Darth Abyss, shrouded in his full sith attire, with his ragged robe and his trademark Mask obscuring his face, a glass of Corellian whisky in his right from which he took small sips every once in a while. He expected the others to arrive any minute now.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Arrival.​

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Upon stepping out of the civilian shuttle, Kasa couldn't help but wonder why she humored the notion of ever returning to a gathering of Sith and the Lords that prompted little else other than a few subtle quips and jabs at one another. The truth behind the wicked woman's appearance on this day was to seek out any familiars of the not-so-distant past. In fact, the very last meeting that occurred involved one particular idiot - rather, a generalized idiocracy altogether. With the exception of those that didn't talk much. ​

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The presence of the Dark Side could be felt even outside of the casino walls, and just as Kasa reached the entrance, she stopped and placed her left hand upon the top of her helmet and subsequently used her right to feel out any interesting life she may or may not interact with. To no surprise, nothing piqued her fancy. Simply one man of the Force sat in wait; however, his aura did alert the wicked Atrisian's gut for a feeding. To eat was to grow stronger, to nourish the body so it may continue to work and provide substance for itself. ​

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But Kasa knew better than to aggravate an otherwise neutral event, not for fear of what might seal her fate, but the fear that she would not wish to stop feeding. ​

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But alas, the information that could be learned here might serve some good to the lonesome butcher of a woman.​

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Unless it involved more mongoloid, mouth-breathing wastes of meat. ​

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Then things would get nasty.​

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Upon entering the establishment, Kasa was dressed down with a combination of twisted, jagged metals and an obscure organic helmet. The robes attached to her mantle were a deep red, almost as if they were stained in the crimson of lives long past. Underneath this was a sheathed hilt of the lightsaber she constructed herself long ago, a thing she would sooner have at the ready than engage in a boring conversation. She didn't drink, and her affliction caused her mental state to pivot between full-blown meltdown to eerily calm. The red artificial lighting of the casino complimented the lady's attire as she took a seat to herself, sitting and staring at the only other Sith for the time being. ​

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She was very, very hungry.​

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[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

| [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="The Rusted Queen"] | [member="Lyra Naerys"] |​

Casinoes. Endless frivolous places, designed to cheat beings out of their money, a platform for the gullible to be deprived of what wealth they might have accrued, with a view to gaining more. Credits spawn credits, but only when used wisely. No doubt many of those who would visit a place such as this would not blink at a million credits being drained from their accounts as they sought to add to their fortunes, but such foolishness was evidence enough that a stronger hand was needed. Wastefulness is not our way.

The private shuttles spoke of wealth, too, conveying each of the new arrivals quietly and without the usual fuss that no doubt accompanied the casino's patrons, designed to ensure that the Sith reached their destination unnoticed by any eagle-eyed observers. Clever, but we have little need of such measures to keep ourselves concealed. It made sense to keep things low-key, but that was very much not something that many of the Sith cared for: ostentation meant that one was noticed, and if you were visible, you could be truly seen.

Tirdarius had chosen to accept Abyss' invitation, reluctantly leaving his self-imposed hermitage on Oricon in order to blend with the others - when Sith gathered, something was usually going on, and the stirrings among those of their kind had been increasing in frequency of late. Credits were being spent quietly, under the table, weapons purchased, private armies equipped, fleets rumoured to be under construction. The Sith were consolidating their position, and that did not bode well for those who might stand to challenge them. A gathering such as this might well reveal much.

The red light that illuminated the vast rooms was a tad on the nose for his tastes: bright, sinister, menacing, but keeping with the professed tastes of many of the others. Red was nothing if not a traditional colour, though Tirdarius had preferred dark blues for his own attire: a simple tailored suit with tight collar at the neck, a long outer robe hanging off his shoulders, concealing the lightsaber clipped onto his belt. It felt odd to be out of his usual attire, but such times tended to push all Sith outside their comfort zones just a little.

"Greetings, my lord," he said in salutation to Abyss, noticing the man dressed in his usual robes, taking his ease at one of the many seats arrayed around the room, clearly feeling relaxed about his invitation. Odd. Were I to host a gathering, I would undoubtedly feel nervous. He felt no such feelings emanating from the other man, a thought which amused him greatly. "You do like to showcase the finer things, don't you?", Tirdarius added with a ghost of a smile carrying in his voice. "An interesting venue you've chosen for us."

Others would no doubt join them quickly, a place nearly empty filling up with dark-robes beings all off strong presence and menacing intent. Sith tended to stir up a storm when among their own kind, feeding off each other, prodding, testing, looking for advantage of some form. And yet I have a feeling that such will not be the case this evening, he thought reflectively. This isn't the normal platform for bravado that we usually indulge in.
Something else was going on here. He was sure of it.

 

[Darth Abyss]

When [member="Tirdarius"] entered, Abyss raised his glass in a greeting. The lorekeeper was one the sith that he held some respect for, due to his vast knowledge over the sith philosophy and history that rivaled his own, even if they had very different interpretations of both.

"Welcome, Lord Tirdarius."

Slowly the sith lord rose from his chair, walking towards the other master of the dark side, while crossing by [member="The Rusted Queen"]. She was a unknown to him for the most part. He had picked up her name through the channels of the sith order, but beyond her alignment to the dark, and the strangeness of her appearance on which had picked up the second she entered he knew nothing about her. With a firm nod he greeted her as well, as someone with an aura that clearly marked as an apprentice he felt that a to respectful gesture would be out of place.

"To answer your question: No, as long it does only concern me personally I do not care for luxury. Comfort is nothing but weakness in disguise."

He took place a bit closer to Tirdarius, and as soon as he descend down on a chair one of the waiters came by to offer him a fresh drink, form which he immediately to another sip. Gathering so many sith in one place was dangerous, but here on Malachor he had nothing to fear. His influence didn't started and ended at the door of the Brokers, but reached over a handful of cities around the planet, each of them housing a private army loyal to him. As long the Zambranos didn't decided to bring the full force of the Thule kingdom with them, there was not much that could harm him here without immediate punishment.

"But I see this place as a metaphor for the Order. Long we were forced to hide in the shadows, reduced to an insult of our former power. Now we stand strong again, with vast wealth and influence. I think you get the idea."

A small, barely audible chuckle left his mouth as he took another sip from his drink and leaned back in his chair. He moved his focus to the unknown woman, his eyes analyzing every deranged detail about her, while his senses in the force picked up on her aura which was even stranger than her appearance.

"Acolyte. Welcome to my world. I take you are the one, the members of the order refer to as The Rusted Queen?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He came alone. No guards, no entourage, nothing.

He had arrived via personal yacht, and had allowed himself to be led by [member="Darth Abyss"] attendants to the shuttle that would ferry him to Brokers. A heavy shroud of rough zeyd-cloth hung from his body, most of it dragging behind him as he walked. He did not wear armor, at least not in a physical sense, but a skin-tight bodysuit designed to resemble bloody naked muscle and tendons hugged him closely. His face was let visible, his facial hair neat and trim while his hair was left wild like a lion's mane. At his hip dangled one lightsaber, his only mortal weapon, and its curved design glinted with reflective light.

He entered the room with a great flourish of his cloak, his heavy footsteps echoing out in the lull. He approached Abyss and [member="Tirdarius"], a hand pressed against his chest in a bow as he greeted them. "Friends, colleagues, brolin. It is wonderfully to see that both of you are well."

Despite his friendly tone of voice, his guard was up now more than ever. Brethren they may be, but a gathering of Sith was still a viper's den and many were not above striking out at their own kind.

Caution would be his priority.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

And caution Zambrano would need.

"Hmmmm," Voracitos rumbled thoughtfully as he was ferried, in his opinion rather inelegantly. This was the domain of the Sith, it was clear and only proper that these decrepit residence of this dead world knew that. Further more, Voracitos had no memory of cities on Malachor from what vague recollection he could gather from his phantom-clone's absurdities while Voracitos was dormant in death. There had been a tournament organized here, that merely turned into a full scale bloodbath to no one's benefit. It was good that Voracitos was able to so quickly find and consume that wretched pantomime of his power, that shadow of failure. Who ever had come to power on Malachor, had extremely ambitious, though odd, plans for the planet. A metropolis of the Dark Side appealed to some parts of Voracitos, but on the whole his focus was only one the oddity that was the secrecy of their transportation. Voracitos loathed secrecy that served no purpose, as such, Voracitos would be displeased if there was no point to all of this senseless precaution on a world that was by right their own.

The innumerable folds of the Shadow Emperor oozed into the Brokers room with intense studying eyes, and of course the reach of his spirit touched upon all those currently presiding over the floor. Common pleasantries, respects, nods, and small talk permeated the air as he entered. Voracitos made no comment on seeing Zambrano. He felt him on Korriban, though the brute never showed himself. The academy was not impressive, or to his liking, but was suitable to serve its purpose, and thus deemed it acceptable to continue existing. Wouldn't want to step on any toes which could be coerced to step on someone else's.

The hundreds of pounds of scarred flesh sitting robed in violet, sitting atop a black hovering Throne glided slowly into the room, his presence barely contained among the procession. The twisted nectar of the dark side seemed to fall freely out of him to touch everything he saw, flowing around the room with indifferent yet ghastly unease.

"So you've bothered to remember me since that unpleasant business on Eol Sha, how thoughtful." Voracitos mused, with arrogance drenched in every word, like a thick dressing poured over an exotic dish. "Our attack on Midvinter was quite profitable for me, a number of slaves were added to my collection." Voracitos hovered around the room, inspecting its accommodations. "I assume this must be a gathering to commemorate our second successful blow as a collective against our present enemies? Allow me to sweeten the commemoration, then - I have gathered recent intelligence suggesting the clans of the Mandalorians have fully withdrawn from each other into independent operation, another former foe of the Sith Empire has fallen. Where is the wine?" Voracitos scanned the room quickly with his beady glowing eyes.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

An invitation. How interesting.

He'd received the missive electronically, and decided it was in the best interest of himself and the future of the Sith if he at least make an appearance alongside his latest apprentice. This one, hopefully, would stick around. As the Eidolon descended down to the planet Malachor, he glanced over at the always interestingly dressed [member="Kith Verloren"], and nodded his head to her. The others didn't yet know of her existence. If any of them had happened to actually see the woman involved with what happened at Castameer, then this would become a very interesting meeting indeed.

As the ship settled, he tugged his cloak around himself and turned towards the door, inclining his head towards it to signal for Kith to follow him. Together they would depart the corvette and make their way to the Brokers. Leos wasn't one for venturing into casino's most of the time. He considered them to be dens of money waste. As someone who horded his credits because of all the plans he had, spending them in a casino was counter to his plans. He would have to be careful while he was there.

Upon entering he was first greeted with the immense sight of [member="Darth Voracitos"]. He was rather hard to mess. A dip of his head was offered should the man look. Then there was [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Of course the Zambrano would show up. One wouldn't expect otherwise. Another nod of his head was offered. There was also [member="Tirdarius"], who got a nod. [member="The Rusted Queen"] drew a curious look, but he moved on to [member="Darth Abyss"] quick enough.

"Lord Abyss, thank you for the invite. My fellow lords may I present Lady Kith. My newest apprentice." He tilted his head to the woman to indicate of whom he spoke. "Kith, these are Lords Abyss, Voracitos, Carnifex, and Tirdarius."

 

[Ever Dawnracer]

She honestly knew next to none of the Sith that were part of the Sith Order. The only one she had ever met was [member="Darth Abyss"] when they were defending Anaxes from the Galactic Alliance. But somehow he had decided to invite her and others to Malachor to visit a gambling house called Brokers. They had gambling houses on Azuchi, and she had visited a few of them when she wasn't training. It was a good way to mingle with the people that you spent your life protecting. They got to know you, then.

She walked in wearing a traditional blue kimono that one would see often on her homeworld. This was inlaid with silver thread, however, something of a rarity on her world. It would show her as a prominent member of society in some fashion, which she was being as she was one of the more prominent warriors and at the top of her caste. She wore a wakizashi in a scabbard on her hip. It was largely ceremonial, but if she needed to fight with it she could do so, even while wearing the kimono.

Her eyes searched over those present and she was briefly visibly appalled by the girth of [member="Darth Voracitos"], but when she spotted Abyss, her expression returned to impassive and she approached him, offering a deep bow.

"Lord Abyss. I am honored to receive your invitation." She then turned to the others and bowed to them. "Honorable lords, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Tezuka Sayo."

 

[Natalie LaForte]

The shuttle approached the station and a sigh escaped Serenity's lips. The ridiculousness of all this, social meetups and being forced to ride in such boring and dull coloured star ships didn't appeal to her, but, she knew how to bring fun to a place. As an attendant approached her and said;

"Ma'am, we're enterin-.."

Before he had even finished she pushed him out of her way and walked towards the exit. The towering but very bright lights of a place she had only been told was 'The Brokers' trumped everything around it, not only in size but sheer beauty; however, the building was suspiciously lacking anybody but a few guests whom she could see walking ahead of her. The attendant had now came from behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Ma'am you really mus-.."

Again, she walked off. She wasn't interested in what he was saying. The tall, thin and pale appearance of him provided no reason to pay attention, and instead she made steadfast for the door taking long strides. Several women dressed in long garments covering every part of her body made Serenity feel out of place. But there was no dress code on the invitation, they were merely trying to impress [member="Darth Abyss"] the individual who had sent them to begin with.

As she entered, she spotted a group of individuals. Having nobody but them to converse with and the entire facility being empty, she made way for the table they were gathered around. She had no idea on how to gamble, but she imagined that wasn't the actual reason they were gathered her tonight.

"Hello, I offer my sincere apologies for being t-... late." seeing what [member="Tezuka Sayo"] had done, she performed a curtsey, however, with the attire she had on this was repetitively ineffective. Realizing this, she offered a handshake to the individuals close to her. "I'm Serenity, however, my friends call me Natalie. It's a pleasure to be of your acquaintance"

The etiquette lessons she had paid for, or, she was forced into by her father, paid off.

[member="Ignus"] I [member="Darth Voracitos"] I [member="Darth Carnifex"] I [member="Tirdarius"] I

 

[Darth Abyss]

On cue one of the servants stepped besides the imposing figure of [member="Darth Voracitos"], presenting a collection of wine bottles to the sith lord, the finest the Brokers had collected from all around the galaxy. The young Twi'lek did his best to hide his nervousness and fear, but that was an effort that could clearly be described as a failure. While non of them was officially briefed that they hosted an event for sith lords, it was still painfully obvious to the staff which kind of guests they were serving today, and they all had heard stories of how sith handled incompetence.

"My Lords, a pleasure that you were able to make it."

Abyss offered another raise of his glass towards the new arrivals [member="Ignus"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] and Voracitos. There was a bit of genuine surprise that Ignus and Carnifex came to the meeting, but not in a negative sense. Ignus, like [member="Tirdarius"] had a very different view on what the sith should be than Abyss, but that didn't changed that he knew he man to be a very capable leader and probably the best of the order when it came to commanding ships and fleets. The God-king was another story entirely. Considered by many to be the most powerful of them all, he had been unsure if he would even feel the need to gather with the others of the order, something that could be seen as a sign of weakness.

"Yes Lord Voracitos, Midvinter did play a part in my decision to host this gathering. But it is only one of many."

After his words were spoken he turned to the others that arrived, [member="Serenity LoveHeart"] and [member="Tezuka Sayo"], lower ranking acolytes of the order. The next generation of sith had as much of a right to be here as the lords, as they would be the ones to continue the legacy of the sith some day. Again a firm nod was the gesture he offered, clearly a bit less respectful than towards the Lords.

"Acolytes. Have a set. There is much to discuss."

He still expected more to arrive over time, but that didn't meant that they had time to waste. Even seconds were valuable, as they could be spend with something more productive than greetings, small talk and general waiting around. Another sip from his drink followed, before the sith Lord continued speaking.

"I too have heard that the Clans have fallen. But not unlike us, it is in their very nature that they will return one day. Yet neither that nor Midvinter have lead me to this event. I make an effort to see as much of the bigger picture as possible, and because of that I think that a gathering like this was long overdue."

For a second he simply stopped, a pause deliberately set by a man that had quite the experience when it came to public speaking. It was about building a bit of tension, as each of them was probably equal parts confused and paranoid about the invitation by another sith Lord. For all they knew this could be a trap.

"The sith were never truly gone in the most literal sense, but that does not change that we lost much of the influence we held in the past. Now the order has gained its strength back once more, our recent actions show that were are again a force to be reckoned with. But they also show that we still lack the efficiency the empires, brotherhoods and orders before us inherited. Only if we learn to respect our brothers and sisters gathered here, we can truly act with full strength, operating not as many but as one, taking advantage of the vastly different skills, fleets, armies and additional assets each of us holds."

Again a pause followed, as Abyss took another sip from his drink. They would never be truly one, but they could one day at least act as a unit. Sith were by very nature loners, antisocial as long there was nothing to gain or much to lose from interacting with others.

"I do not expect any of you to reveal all cards in your hand already, I would not do so myself. But if we greedily hold on to all of our secrets, we will fall back into infighting before we will be even able to serve the killing blow against the silver jedi."

[member="The Rusted Queen"]

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

| [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Serenity LoveHeart"] | [member="Tezuka Sayo"] | [member="Ignus"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] |​

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The others arriving offered insight into the nature of their gathering, one that had been suggested as something merely social, now obviously to be of the political bent, another opportunity for the Sith to lay their cards on the table and hope something came of it all. Unlikely, but far less certain things have happened in the past. It was in the nature of Sith to play things close to the vest: the need for secrecy was ever a means of staying ahead of those that might seek to usurp your position, or at least undermine it. In that, I have ever been fortunate. Having no position meant that it was impossible to work against it.

Taking a seat in proximity to Abyss, Tirdarius greeted the others with simple, respectful nods of the head. Carnifex, longer known to Tirdarius by his Zambrano monicker, a dangerous and deadly individual, often assumed to give way to whim, but far more calculating than most gave him credit for. Voracitos, The Gluttonous, a gross individual who allowed his outward appetites to conceal a dangerous and suspicious mind, ever at work. Ignus, a heretic in some circles, a reformer in others, a man who tied himself closely to business and was noted by Tirdarius as the sort of man who would appear outwardly polite but had considerable reserves he might tap into if he so desired. None were to be underestimated.

The others were unknown to him: one in helmet and robes, presenting an outward face that had little true resemblance to what was hidden beneath, though whether to conceal danger or insecurity, Tirdarius could not be certain. Another dressed in an odd off-world fashion, blue and silver, perhaps a little more colourful than most Sith would choose, but something that served to draw the attention of the eyes, making her prominent in an overt fashion. The final newcomer, younger than the others, innocent in expression and perhaps to be judged naive for all that. Which may be a simple impression, or a deadly misjudgment. He was curious to see which would be true.

Servants deployed among those gathered, as they no doubt would when others arrived, offering beverages that were likely expensive and of good taste - Abyss would not have sought to spare expense among his fellow Lords. Appearances are often considered everything when we come together. Foolish, but understandable. Tirdarius himself waved away such an offer when approached, considering it better to remain clear-headed when surrounded by such dangerous individuals as his brethren. Better to listen to Abyss than become muddled by wine.

"The Jedi are an irrelevance, as they have ever been," the Sith Lord remarked once his counterpart had finished speaking, urging them to come together in order to achieve that singular objective. "They'll need to be swept away eventually, but your efforts on Midvinter proved well enough that they are a dying breed." He offered a shrug: it was an old emnity that existed between the two Orders, but Tirdarius wouldn't pay a bent deci-cred towards their obliteration. Whether the Jedi lived or died was irrelevant to him - they were an obstacle, not a threat, something to be dealt with if they had to, but not a focus. "Look past them, Abyss: assume the Jedi gone, and the clans disbanded. What comes next?"

 

[Darth Caecus]

Kith didn't entirely understand the point of all of this.

"Politics."

Or at least, the point didn't particularly impress her.

But it was a new experience, a learning experience. So far the only interaction she'd had with Sith had been with [member="Ignus"] - her creator, with all of the complications that arose from such a title. This was an opportunity to weigh his words, his opinion, against the behavior of others who professed, at least in theory, similar ideals. According to him, there were in truth few enough of them that cleaved to his ideas- but the over arching bond of Sith must surely mean something, yes?

The young woman moved beside Ignus in silence. Only a bit shorter than he, she was lithe and walked with a certain conservative mindfulness. No movement was casual, no movement wasted. Long silver-blonde hair hung loosely over her shoulders. She wore soft high black boots, breeches and a ruffled blouse of grey silk, but was otherwise unadorned with jewelry or fripperies. Blue-grey eyes moved carefully around the room, resting on each face as it entered her field of vision before moving on.

She inclined her head ever so slightly to each of the Sith as she was introduced, her eyes focused, as if memorizing both their faces and names in that moment. Accepting a seat beside Ignus, she settled in carefully.

For now, she was there to watch. To listen.

To remember.


[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Tirdarius"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Voracitos"] [member="Tezuka Sayo"] [member="Serenity LoveHeart"]

 

[Darth Imperia]

Late.

Imperia was normally quite alright with being late; she planned it, in most cases. She had a cool indifference to most people and their demands, and being late was an excellent way to display that. This was not the case when dealing with other Sith, however. Her fellows on the Path (most of them, at least) deserved at least a modicum of respect. Certainly Abyss did; she'd not interacted with the man very much, but she had heard good things about him. Dedication to the Way of the Sith and a scholarly bent were things she would always admire.

The Knight slid into the meeting room without a word, just in time to hear Tirdarius's comment. It brought a smirk to her face, hidden beneath the dark hood of her robe as it was. She had such wonderfully fond memories of that little excursion.

Cold grey eyes flashed a luminous yellow as Imperia reached out with the Force, taking census of this little gathering's attendants.

There was Abyss, of course. Cold and calm, deep like an ocean and just as deadly. Then there was Tirdarius - he was...similar to Abyss, in a way. Cold and Calm, yes. Just as dangerous. But the aura he gave off wasn't as blatantly malicious. Then there was Carnifex, who...well, he was Carnifex. There was no other way to describe his presence in the Force. Blood and slaughter, debauchery and depravity. Just, well, Carnifex. Ignus's presence was disgustingly benevolent, but - not quite Bright, not that of a Light Sider. And as for Voracitos? Imperia preferred not to peer at Voracitos's Aura long enough to get a good read on it. It was better for her sanity that way.

Imperia did a cursory scan of the Acolytes in the room as well, but she didn't expect to notice anything fami-

Wait.

That mask. That aesthetic. And most of all, that Presence.

Gnawing. Hungry. An empty, bleak void.

Imperia didn't show much in the way of recognition. A brow raised, the smirk returned to her features, and with casual grace, the Knight took a seat next to an old friend and whispered, barely audible.

"It's been a while, Kasa."

Nothing more. There was business to discuss, after all.

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[member="Kith Verloren"]
[member="Ignus"]
[member="Darth Voracitos"]
[member="Tirdarius"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="The Rusted Queen"]
[member="Serenity LoveHeart"]
[member="Tezuka Sayo"]

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Leos took a seat and waved away and offered drink unless it was water. Alcohol was a beverage to which he never chose to indulge himself. The only benefits of alcohol could be obtained through other methods, and he didn't relish the impact that it had upon the mind. Being a creature of wit and thought, having both impaired by a simple drink seemed ludicrous. Given that he was among his peers, who were also his most dangerous enemies, it would be absurd to partake of such a thing. No, he chose only to drink water and listen as the others conversed, Kith settling into a seat beside him as he listened, and hoped she was doing the same.

"Come now, Tirdarius. The Jedi may be ineffectual but they are certainly still relevant given that they control vast swathes of the galaxy. Don't be so dismissive."

He couldn't help but smirk a bit. All of this was a game. Every meeting between Sith was like a meeting between enemies on neutral ground. One could feel the tense nature of the air as well as one could feel a gentle caress of wind on skin. It was clearly there and to assume otherwise was to delude ones self. For his part, he actually rather enjoyed it. Of course his enjoyment of the situation mattered little when it came to matters at hand. Abyss spoke of working together and he couldn't help but agree that if they did just that, they may actually be able to take their grip across the galaxy once again, delving deep into the core and into the regions beyond as well. Conquer the galaxy, and his plans might actually come to fruition. He could use them against themselves.

Either way, he glanced at Imperia when she entered, but didn't linger. The same for the others as they entered. Each given some study before he turned his gaze back to the other Lord's.

"I can offer ships. I've been, well, rather busy in developing some quite powerful weapons for our arsenal. More are still in development, but I can assure you they will rival anything the other galactic powers can throw at us, and some will easily best them. Beyond that I can offer my aptitude for naval warfare to the cause."

He sipped a glass of water that he took from a server.

"As for the cause, I think it in our best interest to finish off the Silver's once and for all, and then turn our attention to the advancing arm of the Alliance and perhaps this remnant of the Empire that's begun establishing itself."

|[member="Darth Imperia"]|[member="Tirdarius"]|[member="Kith Verloren"]|[member="Darth Abyss"]|[member="Darth Carnifex"]|[member="Darth Voracitos"]|[member="The Rusted Queen"]|[member="Serenity LoveHeart"]|​

 

[Darth Eversor]

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Ignus"] |[member="Darth Imperia"]​

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The games and theory had begun, and yet Kasa still found herself caring even less. Political matters did not concern her, nor did she have the best ear for Basic. But the air of the situation spoke for itself. Clenched fists pressed against the table, Kasa scanned the room, eyeing each of the Lords and higher-ups with a lust for flesh and power. A redundancy she could not escape, for the cravings were both a curse and a favorable activity. She drew strength from the consumption of life force, but this very predicament would prove if the Atrisian had self-control or if she would succumb to the Dark Side as a broken slave.​

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Underneath the conversations taking place, Kasa would growl to herself, now eyeing a servant passing by carrying a tray of drinks. The hunger... it was so painful to bear. A slam upon the table from midnight hands had the probability of making everyone stop to see what the commotion was about, but madness was a commonality among the Sith and those who supped upon the power of the Force. Yet it was only a factor in what was truly plaguing Kasa. A disease, rather, a neural condition that was an ever-present threat, Her brain was literally breaking down, and the very seams of reality were beginning to fray and burst into hysteria. ​

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But there was no saving grace, only a way forward and to embrace the Dark Side to save her from the ailments of her choice to consume humanoid flesh. A double-edged sword.​

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Kasa stood from her table and leaned forward, breathing heavily and feeling the neurosis take hold.​

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That's when she heard an all too familiar voice.​

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"It's been a while, Kasa."
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[Darth Abyss]

"I always was more a man of the past then the future."

A small chuckle left Abyss mouth, following his cryptic and rather meaningless answer. Like [member="Tirdarius"] he was a lorekeeper and historian of the sith order, and while he had gained a few skills for the sight into the days to come, it never was truly his strong point. Yet he still had considerable talent for predicting the future, using the ever repeating patterns that were carved into their history as comparison to current events.

"I do fully agree with you brother, the jedi matter little in the consideration of the greater picture. But so do all our other enemies, and yet they are still our enemies. Arrogance has brought greater sith than us to their knees."

The silver jedi were nothing but a small obstacle in their current state, but that wasn't a testament shared for their Alliance counterpart. They were still a force to be reckoned with, and if they would find the sith all in one place at the wrong time this order would end sooner than any of them had foreseen. But his point wasn't about the jedi, or the eternal war they were destined to fight, as without light there was no darkness, and the other way around.

"Other than you I have little faith that our order will stand forever. Nothing the sith build out of something other than words or stones has stood against the test of time. We have to take advantage of this alliance while we still can, because sooner or later we will end up shedding our own blood again. Tradition demands as much."

Again Abyss chuckled and took another sip of his drink. The last bit was meant as a joke, but there was enough truth in it for all the others to see. Few expected the order to remain peaceful with each other, that was simply not the way of the sith. It was more a question of "when" then of "if" as far as Abyss was concerned.

"We are not an empire, and so each of us holds goals and passions as varied as our skills and assets. Yet we have joined forces whenever our priorities aligned. And with priorities I mean common enemies."

The Sith lord slowly rose from his chair, making a long slightly overdramatic walk through the fellow sith gathered there today. It was nothing but showmanship, but that was one of the handful things in which he excelled. Rallying people for a cause, no matter how small or irrelevant it might was, had always been the thing that allowed him to survive.

"I called this meeting because I do belief that we could take this a step further. As of now I offer my network of spies to assist those gathered here, for whatever cause. Be it the extension of an empire, [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Be it to establish a new order based around security and wealth, Lord [member="Ignus"]. Be it the unification of the sith under one banner, Lord Tirdarius."

The spymaster of Malachor had spoken. His Intel wasn't recent, but based on a combination of prediction, intelligence work and a hint of common sense he had deducted that each of these goals somewhat aligned with what the mentioned lords had in mind for the future. Except [member="Darth Voracitos"], because Abyss couldn't for the love the force make any prediction what the lord of gluttony wanted, besides maybe more things to devour, a task in which he needed little help the way it looked like. His walk stopped at one of the windows of the casino, lifting the veil just a tiny bit to reveal the city below. It was neither the most beautiful or imposing city in the galaxy, but for all its flaws it was still his own, build out of nothing but blood, scrap and dedication.

"Until now our efforts as a group have been of a destructive nature. But destruction is just a tool to make place for something new to rise, is it not? Our legacy is not made by our action alone, but by the echoes they leave in the course of history. If we want to be more than just another meaningless collection of mindless slaughterers, then we will have to leave something in this galaxy that will stand when we are long gone. A monument that will lead our order through the ages, beyond the scope of today or tomorrow."

[member="Darth Imperia"] [member="Kith Verloren"] [member="Serenity LoveHeart"] [member="Tezuka Sayo"] [member="The Rusted Queen"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Vitor had arrived immediately after a business meeting in the Mid-Rim regarding Corondex Arms. The coded invitation had reached him a week ago and now he was here.

A bit late.

The luxurious location, courtesy of a man called Darth Abyss, would never be something one would think would house so many Sith. Within, though, it was already crowded with those of the Sith Order.

Avendahl nodded respectfully to everyone as he took off his coat and hanging it to the side. Donning a black sweater and jeans as his casual attire, Vitor scanned the faces of the Sith. He wondered if his master Lord Fa was here but he could not see him, nor feel him.

Most of the Sith he did not know personally but knew their names.

Then his eyes fell upon [member="Darth Imperia"]. Time had passed by since then but he still remembered their rather lethal encounter.

The GenoHaradan associate kept his gaze upon her with a smirk for a few moments, before shifting his attention to what was being said. If Lord [member="Tai Fa"], [member="Maleagant"] nor [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] were here, then he would do best if he were their ears.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Ignus"] | [member="The Rusted Queen"] | [member="Kith Verloren"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Tezuka Sayo"] | @Anyonemissing​

 

[Natalie LaForte]

She saw those gathered, still, being young she felt slightly out of her league. She was only here because of her step-father who months ago she had killed, and for some reason, was now with the very people he formerly called friends. He never spoke of them as friends though, usually the mention of any of their names was swiftly accompanied by swear words and a kick to the wall which only worsened his health conditions. The weak like him needed to be purged, even if they were kin.


As the man-- she presumed-- continued to speak, she felt uplifted and encouraged by his suggestions, for a good 5 minutes before falling into a state of boredom. Serenity had heard it all before, the endless squabbles that people like them were subject to, her father, or rather, step-father, had informed her of them before he was brutally murdered. By his own step-daughter. Yes, perhaps individuals like these, who had nothing to unite under, could unite under them being misfits.

Perhaps it was the woman who looked like a vampire ([member="Darth Imperia"]) from the stories her real father used to tell her, or the sheer pain she felt just by being in the presence of ([member="The Rusted Queen"]) which only reminded her of t he past. But she understood why they were here. Blanking out for a brief thought, she returned and heard the words

"Just another meaningless slaughter"​

Were these people really on the same wave-length as her? But again, a voice deep within told her not to, but as usual, was overpowered by her ego. Serenity was passed redemption, and although knowing the basics about those with her, she knew in some way like her, they were all different. She finally fit in, by, not fitting in. Was this real? Surely not. She took a sip from the glass of water provided earlier by a waiter. She never took alcohol, not because she didn't want to, but the very same voice which was telling her not to be with these people told her not to do it, this one though sounded like dad, and she always listened to him.

"Meaningless slaughter isn't bad... not all the time at least... The Silver-.. somethings or whatever they're calling themselves nowadays are so caught up in defending their people they'll sacrifice themselves for a few kids, why not exploit that weakness for our own good..."

As she finished speaking she realized just how crazy she sounded; however, perhaps with people like this she wasn't sounding so crazy after-all.

"I'm sure we can all agree on that?"

[member="Vitor Avendahl"] I [member="Darth Abyss"] I [member="Kith Verloren"] I[member="Ignus"] I [member="Tirdarius"] I [member="Darth Voracitos"] I [member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He laughed heartily, "Do not underestimate the Jedi. Fools they may be, but some of them are powerful in the Force. It would not do us well to ignore the wounded enemy at our back, lest we find a dagger firmly implanted in our spine." He spoke from experience, too often had he and his compatriots given little thought to the threat of a Jedi only to have it haunt them later in life. If they were to finally take Imperium then there was one thing that must be achieved.

"We must cut them out, root and stem. The Silvers must be driven from these lands, our lands, with the sword and the spear and the gun. Their temples must be broken, their idols shattered, and every last remnant of their existence burnt away."

His voice was laced with fervor, of the totality of their cause. Say what you will about the Zambrano patriarch, but there were none who could doubt his loyalty to the Sith and its creed. "Our victory must be absolute or we will fail."

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Ignus"]​

[member="The Rusted Queen"] | [member="Kith Verloren"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"]​

[member="Tezuka Sayo"] | [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You've struck the homeland of the Silver's Grandmaster to a deadly degree. Yet they wont break from that. The Grandmaster, perhaps. But the whole order? Voss is sacred to them, more than any of their other planets, and for good reason. A slaughter there would scar the fragile balance there. Put doubt into their minds. An unbalanced Jedi is a dead one after all." Krest was probably one of the last to arrive, dressed in leathers and holding his hands behind his head. He was by far the least formal or serious of the group in appearance andmannerisms, but that was always how he preferred to be seen.

"We pool our resources not even Voss could withstand our assault, and the home of countless Silvers would be broken."

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Abyss"] @Others