Xevek Nekonis
From The Shadows
When the Dark had been momentarily broken with the destruction of the One Sith, the Shadows that had lurked beneath its oppressive cloud of influence had also scattered, activity among the members of the Sith Assassins falling as each sought to find new ground to make theirs, new bases were created and plans were drawn up for when the time for the Dark to return to the forefront of the Galaxy would arrive. And, now, it had. The time each Shadow had spent observing, waiting ever so patiently to strike while a cold flame of hatred continued to fester within their hearts, had finally come to an end. A new expression of the strength and power of the Dark Side had stepped forth in the form of the Sith Empire, spearheaded by a new Dark Lord - Darth Carnifex.
Each pillar of power within the Sith Assassins had tied their individual banners to the Empire already, determined to destroy the Light for whatever reason they may have held closest to their hearts, but, now it was time to discuss the outcome of the Assassin's banner. As individuals they were singular Darths, each with their own powerbase carved out from the Galaxy's darkest depths, but, when grouped together, they were more than that: they were the Council, the Four Aspects of the Horsemen. Death, Conquest, Famine and War. Each held their title for a reason, reasons whispered in the depths of the most shadowed corners of the Galacy with more than a little fear.
So, with their intent to discuss the fate of the organisation they headed, the Council had reached out to the New Dark Lord, requesting an audience, a chance to discuss and barter under what terms the entire holdings of the Assassins would be turned against the Sith Empire's foes. They had reached out to talk, but, of course, they had not done so to show their hands - to reveal any base they may have created and hidden from every being. Instead, neutral ground had been acquired by the Council as a place for the meeting to occur.
Said meeting ground was not on any planet, but, instead, cast adrift in the cold clutches of space. A battered and ruined skeleton of a frigate coasting slowly through the void itself without and specific direction to guide it. Just endlessly wandering after its crew had fallen to the Shadows, blades that had lashed out from corners and stolen the last breaths of those unfortunate to have chosen both the life of piracy and to be a part of the crew of the ship that had drawn the Assassins' eyes.
The 'Dead Harvest' was a mess of sparking wires and darkened corridors, the thrum of engines and generators that might have one ran through the slain giant was long since absent and power no longer functioning in the behemoth. All that was left active were the life support systems, atmospheric systems and the lights of a single room. A room illuminated by a dull red glow as four figures occupied it.
A single table sat in the center of the room, what had probably been the quarters of whoever had lead the pirates, pulled there from somewhere else on the ship. Sat behind that table was one of the four figures, head bowed as his chest slowly rose and fell beneath the cloak they wore. Their head was bowed, shadowed by the hood of the cloak, as, from a single look, it appeared they might be asleep, ignoring everything around them - including his three fellow Council members.
For all it mattered, Darth Lykos might well have been truly asleep even if the Aspects of Death, War or Famine might try to include him in a conversation or interact with him in any fashion. Indeed, as the four awaited the arrival of the Dark Lord, Lykos would never shift from his position.
[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Each pillar of power within the Sith Assassins had tied their individual banners to the Empire already, determined to destroy the Light for whatever reason they may have held closest to their hearts, but, now it was time to discuss the outcome of the Assassin's banner. As individuals they were singular Darths, each with their own powerbase carved out from the Galaxy's darkest depths, but, when grouped together, they were more than that: they were the Council, the Four Aspects of the Horsemen. Death, Conquest, Famine and War. Each held their title for a reason, reasons whispered in the depths of the most shadowed corners of the Galacy with more than a little fear.
So, with their intent to discuss the fate of the organisation they headed, the Council had reached out to the New Dark Lord, requesting an audience, a chance to discuss and barter under what terms the entire holdings of the Assassins would be turned against the Sith Empire's foes. They had reached out to talk, but, of course, they had not done so to show their hands - to reveal any base they may have created and hidden from every being. Instead, neutral ground had been acquired by the Council as a place for the meeting to occur.
Said meeting ground was not on any planet, but, instead, cast adrift in the cold clutches of space. A battered and ruined skeleton of a frigate coasting slowly through the void itself without and specific direction to guide it. Just endlessly wandering after its crew had fallen to the Shadows, blades that had lashed out from corners and stolen the last breaths of those unfortunate to have chosen both the life of piracy and to be a part of the crew of the ship that had drawn the Assassins' eyes.
The 'Dead Harvest' was a mess of sparking wires and darkened corridors, the thrum of engines and generators that might have one ran through the slain giant was long since absent and power no longer functioning in the behemoth. All that was left active were the life support systems, atmospheric systems and the lights of a single room. A room illuminated by a dull red glow as four figures occupied it.
A single table sat in the center of the room, what had probably been the quarters of whoever had lead the pirates, pulled there from somewhere else on the ship. Sat behind that table was one of the four figures, head bowed as his chest slowly rose and fell beneath the cloak they wore. Their head was bowed, shadowed by the hood of the cloak, as, from a single look, it appeared they might be asleep, ignoring everything around them - including his three fellow Council members.
For all it mattered, Darth Lykos might well have been truly asleep even if the Aspects of Death, War or Famine might try to include him in a conversation or interact with him in any fashion. Indeed, as the four awaited the arrival of the Dark Lord, Lykos would never shift from his position.
[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]