The Gathering

[J3C0]

Nazari stood at the head of a massive table within a huge sort of dining hall on the world of Prakith. There was a stoic expression of stone on his face, though it was hidden beneath his mask so that no one could see. He did not do this to hide of course, he could take off his mask at any time, the people here would not judge him or reveal his identity of course, they would just look at him and shrug. This was what it meant to be one Sith, to trust one another.

The Togruta however preferred to remain behind his mask. It was not that it was a safety net, but more that it was a way to keep himself hidden from the others.

Darth Nazari was one of the many One Sith who had been brought up within the Order. From birth he had been One Sith. He had trained in the Order, fought in the Order, and been raised as a servant of the Dark Lord since he was a child. He was perfection in his own eyes, the new people however...were not. Oh he respected them for their strength of course, but he did not yet fully trust them.

He could not, until they proved themselves.

Silently Nazari waited, his face an expression of wry confidence. The Dark Lord would be here soon.
@[member="Arcturus Procyon"] @[member="Ayra"] @[member="Darth Apparatus"] @[member="Darth Asmodea"] @[member="Darth Avara"] @[member="Darth Kyros"] @Darth Malificete @[member="Darth Metus"] @[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Darth Taral"] @[member="Darth Tyrana"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Kathryn Langley"] @[member="Vinyata Nicashii"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| @[member="Darth Nazari"] |

Darth Ayra lifted the hood of her Sith robe as she stepped out of her shuttle and out into the pouring rain that was falling from the Prakith sky, like the planet sensed that the One Sith were gathering in place, as the Dark Lord of the Sith that they served sensed their arrival. The Sith Marauder soon lowered the cowl when she was inside the fortress, shaking the excess water off her. It felt strange to be cold, after spending the past week on Kalist VI since the Republic's invasion of Korriban and the collapse of the Sith Empire. She hadn't believed the Dark Lord when he had whispered in her ear, "When the Empire you are so devoted to falls, you will return Darth Ayra." It had been inconceivable for the Empire to die so quickly. Alas, when she had left Prakith the last time to participate in the defense of Dromund Kaas, to Dubrillion, to Charros IV and then to Korriban, the Empire had folded quickly in quick succession, despite the small victory they had on Charros.

Now she had returned to be One Sith. The Empire she loved had died. Now she had a new purpose.

The Sith Marauder lifted her hands to the doors and swung them to the side as she entered the room. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she had a set of durasteel Armor underneath her robe and on top of her combat uniform. Combat was unexpected, but these are Sith Lords she was dealing with. She was a Sith Lord as well, since becoming dubbed Darth Ayra by her new master. She did not intend to fold as quickly as her former employers.

"Darth Nazari," Ayra said, nodding her head to him before lowering herself into a seat. Clasping her hands on top of each other, laid on top of the table, she waited for others to arrive.

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Darth Naefas walked into the apparent dining hall of the room. He looked at Darth Nazari at the other end of the table and inclined his head to him in a show of respect. He meant ill to no one in the One Sith. That is unless they proved disloyal. Then they would have to be struck down.

"Darth Nazari." He spoke to the Dark Lord's Apprentice. "A pleasure to meet you." His hood was keeping the helmet / mask that he bore from view. The rest of his black robes did the same. Concealing his armour, and his crimson hands. Even though his ahnds were hidden within the sleeves that seemed to be hiding the clasped hands in front of him.

He walked the length of the table until he was some place a little past the halfway point and waited for the rest of the members.

@[member="Darth Nazari"]

 

[Eruna Delmarra]

Eruna had come with her master @Darth Praelior to this gathering of the rest of the One Sith cult. She had her hood over her head like some others, for both a sense of staying dry from the rain they had to pass in order to reach the destiation and as a means of keeping herself concealed among these others she did not fully know. True they were Sith, but even Sith had away of stabbing each other in the back sometimes; one of the drawbacks to not being a Jedi some would say. She remained silent and followed her master example, bowing when she did and then sitting next to her in whichever spot she took at the table. She could see a few Sith she'd met before but said nothing. She still felt a little uneasy, mainly due to everything that had happened with the Empire's fall.

@[member="Darth Nazari"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine had already been sitting in the meeting chamber when the others arrived, his face concealed by a black metal mask modeled after a hound that revealed only his piercing gaze. A hood covered his head as well, obscuring his features totally while his force signature had somewhat changed since meeting the Dark Lord of the One Sith. He arms rested on the stone table before him, his hands steeped slightly while he lightly tapped his fingers together as Arya and Darth Naefas entered the chamber followed by Darth Tyrana. Soon enough his own apprentice would likely join the gathering, and oh how much she had developed since his training. She was a true Sith now, tenacious, ambitious, powerful, but still possessed a certain amount of loyalty to Kaine himself. Perhaps that was her downfall, but it benefited Kaine immensely at this moment in time.

@[member="Darth Nazari"] @Arya @[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Darth Tyrana"]

 

[Adamus Straife]

Darth Avara stepped into the dining room next, a musty golden chestplate hung against his darkened Sith robes. His hood was draped over his head, and his mask concealed every facial feature possible. He was an enigma, this Sith, and no one would see past him; not even the Sith Lords that gathered in the hall to greet him. They were expecting the Dark Lord of the Sith, the ruler of the One Sith itself, and the most powerful Sith, to his knowledge. Darth Avara was envious of this unseen Dark Lord's power, and he craved it. Even his apprentice who was inferior to him commanded more power than he did. His Voices, and Avara's master Darth Metus himself exceeded his potential. It made him bitter. But it also made him ambitious; he would reach the very pinnacle of the Sith. He would become Dark Lord, one day. Destiny held that in store for him.

Across the room, he spotted his apprentice Naefas, he spotted several other Sith Lords, men and women he had never seen before. But one stood out among them all. She was fair, blonde, and remarkably pretty. Avara had not seen her since she was a child; since she had gone by the name Myra Adraya. The man who had raised them gave them new names. Avara, and @[member="Ayra"]. Darth Mendacium had christened them with their Sith names, and they were the names they held now. It had been too long, and he doubted Ayra recognised him at all. She knew him, when he didn't wear the mask.

He gave an inclination of his head, and met the gaze of them all. "My lords, my ladies."

@[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Darth Tyrana"] @[member="Darth Nazari"] @[member="Lucas Straife"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

Entering after @[member="Darth Avara"] was another shadowy figure. Draped in black all accept his mask, which was white like bone with blood red marking below the eyes. It demanded fear or respect, either worked, but Vindica didn't have time for those without the common sense to know he wasn't a small fish to fry. After the recent events in the Empire, @[member="Darth Nazari"]'s ideas held some interest to him. The two of them operated in similar fashions, both were skilled assassins and operated using stealth over raw strength, not that either wasn't strong.

@[member="Darth Vornskr"]'s presence was intriguing, he'd figured Kaine would've been more drawn back after the Empire's end. Though the Darth was happy to have him, powerful people were a plus. The other Darth's didn't call much attention to themselves, not from his view anyway, not yet.

@[member="Darth Tyrana"]
@[member="Darth Naefas"]
@[member="Ayra"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

@[member="Darth Tyrana"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Balaya was standing there with the hood on from her cloak and despite being the tallened in the room the idea of the one greeting them made her feel small as it were. Letting her eyes flick over to Kaine as she sat down and let the mane of fiery red hair go down. She motioned for Eruna now called Tyrana to take a seat. The blood sense from Val'ryss the main thing giving Kaine away to her unless she took the time to focus. She was loyal to him but now they had far more going on the One sith was very different then the empire which only served to make her stay more on guard around all of them. The dark'chyld blade on her hip remaining quiet as the taloned hand of her armor tapped the table.

 

[Lief]

Unlike most of the arrivals Kyros was already present, but she was not yet situated at the table where the others had met. Instead, in her true fashion, she had opted to remain out of sight, to watch those who entered and note any familiar faces... Oh, and so many there were; Kaine, the former Emperor, Balaya whom had helped further her metallurgy alongside the former. Faust and Adamus, men she had held influence over, although the former she had not seen since the meeting upon Bastion - not that it mattered, the binding contract between them still stood strong. The rest, aside from he who brought her here, were new faces. At her side, likewise cloaked by the shadows, was her Apprentice, her bodyguard, her First. Reanimated, the fires of his person gone, she and the Dark Lord would be the only individuals aware of whom he was; to the rest Taral would have to do, but he would always be her Ashborn, her Phoenix. She had always promised to save him... Had he known how true that would be?

Finally she stepped forth, the side from which she entered furthest from the door and thus showing she had been here the entire time. With a small inclination of her head she directed her attention to each in turn. "Such a gathering I thought I'd never see, unless another coup ensued..." A very small smile made its way upon her lips, one of those rare moments where she dropped her cool persona and showed some true emotion. Still she did not sit, oh it was rare that she did, but her small stature barely made her taller than most who had sat down, especially in the shadow of the towering Ashborn.

@[member="Darth Nazari"] @Arcturus Procyon @Ayra @Darth Apparatus @Darth Asmodea @Darth Avara @Darth Malificete @Darth Metus @Darth Naefas @Darth Praelior@Darth Taral @Darth Tyrana @Darth Vornskr @Kathryn Langley @Vinyata Nicashii

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

The giant beside the young woman would not speak unless spoken to, for he opted for a more subtle approach than he'd ever been able to pull off in his former life. No longer was he a hulking behemoth locked inside a suit of armour, no longer was he a fiery inferno unable to control his bursts of rage and insanity. To say he was now his own man would be a lie, however; he was still his Queen's loyal servant and protector, and his will and life was hers alone. If she chose to affiliate herself with these called the One Sith, and their Dark Lord, so be it. He'd seen many of them prior to their meeting here whether he knew it or not, in another life as it were, though now they were but unknown shapes all dressed in various types of dark robes of their choosing. The eerie visage of his friend and mentor, Marcus Faust, was not lost on him however, although he in turn would most likely have no clue as to who this 'new' servant of Darth Kyros' was, standing at her side within shadows. He did not need a mask or hood to hide behind, for none of them had ever laid eyes upon his newly given human form. This new sensation of being anonomous amongst others was something he could never dream of prior to his resurrection, and he relished in it. To wear anything other than his old suit of armour was another 'oddity' he was yet to get used to, as the different fabrics and materials pressed against his skin, almost overloading his sensory nerves; he'd never before experienced the softness of clothes, or the hard surface of his new armour hidden beneath his dark robes. For over a decade he had never once been able to feel anything, partly due to the fact that it would often times incinerate to his touch.

When his master eventually stepped into the light to greet those gathered, Taral moved to remain at her side, yet when he too stepped into the light something caught his attention. Turning his head to look to his side, the sleek and polished wall offered him a vague reflection. There was a face looking back at him, a human face, his face. Crimson eyes stared him down, almost as if they were judging him. A hand was raised to settle itself onto his own cheek, tracing the lines of his face as his eyes took on a somewhat saddened state. The face staring back at him was his, his own; for so long he had wished for this very thing, yet he would never truly find it in him to become truly human. The damage had been done long ago. This moment of introspection only lasted for a few seconds, as he soon turned to place himself beside his master once more, and dared to settle a well-meaning hand upon her shoulder. He gave her a slight squeeze, as a minimal token of his gratefulness, yet quickly removed his hand once having done so. He did not mean to diminish her outward appearance in the eyes of those gathered, and he knew well his place after so many years of service, which had taken him to the Halls of Death and back again; a price he would gladly pay once more to protect his beloved Queen. A slight smile made its way to his lips. This was truly the beginning of a new era.

@[member="Darth Kyros"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Darth Vindica"] @[member="Darth Avara"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Darth Tyrana"] @[member="Darth Naefas"] @Ayra @[member="Darth Nazari"] @[member="Darth Malificete"]

 

[J3C0]

Nazari looked around the room at all the gathered Sith Lords. For a time he was completely silent, he could feel the energy in the room. More than a dozen had gathered here, and more than half of them were Masters within their own right. Alchemy, Sorcery, Bladecraft, Stealth, or just raw power within the darkside. This room had such an enormous amount of strength in it that Nazari was willing to bet even the Jedi High Council would be terrified out of their mind.

And yet...it was all dwarfed by one being.

A figure began to step down the small set of stairs at the entrance of the dining room. Cloaked in black and with a hood drawn over his head the Dark Lord stepped up to the end of the table, the darkside rolling off of him like water from the edge of a cliff. It seemed to fill the room and choke the very air, it was as if unconsciously the Dark Lord attempted to extinguish all life.

It felt that he was more than just a being within the room, instead it felt as though he were the room itself, as if he was everywhere and no where.

Nazari bowed to the Dark Lord, awaiting his word.

His voice as always was rapture. It rumbled through the minds of those present, tearing at their very thoughts and providing untold bliss and agony.

 

[Adamus Straife]

With all of the Sith Lords gathered, Avara felt his power was dwarfed in comparison to them. He felt weak, so weak that he could be cast aside so easily by many in this room. More than half were Masters, and he stood as a lowly Knight. He was just a mid-tier warrior to these high lords, and Avara wretched in jealousy and anger that he should be thought of as inferior and inadequate... But that was all about to change, when he sensed a choking aura, almost impossible to calculate and describe. He saw the cloaked figure walk down the steps, his presence stifling, as if time itself had ceased to run and the air had become stifling. And when he spoke, his voice commanded the power of the dark side, and was as the echoes of doom. Avara was plagued with fear for this individual. He realised that he was in the presence of something he thought couldn't exist. He fell silent, brooding and utterly bewitched by this Dark Lord of the Sith. He craved his power desperately, but how would Avara find a way to reach such a plateau of power? He could not say, but his ambition drove him forward, calling him toward his destiny. One day, it shall be me who wields such power.

@[member="Darth Taral"] @[member="Darth Kyros"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Darth Vindica"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Darth Tyrana"] @[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Ayra"] @[member="Darth Nazari"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine smiled as Kära came into view from the darkness she had hid herself in, and with a new friend as well. Towering fellow, a humorous contrast to Kära's size. He nodded a simple greeting to the Sith Lady, before a wave of darkness hit him, and he knew that his master had finally arrived. He turned his head to watch the Dark Lord descend upon them from the steps leading into the dining room, and immediately scooted his chair back and bowed before the Dark Lord. When he spoke, his body was wracked with unbelievable bliss, so much so that it visibly shuddered with pleasure. Kaine had gotten more accustomed to the voice of the Dark Lord since their first meeting, and no blood flowed forth from his body as the Lord's voice burned through his very being. He dared say nothing, like before, only waiting until the Dark Lord had given him permission to speak.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| @[member="Darth Kyros"] | @[member="Darth Praelior"] | @[member="Darth Vindica"] | @[member="Darth Avara"] | @[member="Darth Vornskr"] | @[member="Darth Tyrana"] | @[member="Darth Naefas"] |
| @[member="Darth Nazari"] | @[member="Darth Malificete"] |

Darth Ayra had been casually observing the rooms occupants as they moved into the room, whilst familiarizing herself with the location of the One Sith who were already gathered prior to her arrival, a somber expression on her face. Finally, he gaze turned to the arriving Dark Lord of the Sith. Perhaps he was not expressing his full aura in present company, because when he spoke she did not involuntarily fall to her knees nor feel the sickly feeling or rage that had filled her when she had knelt to him. The Sith Marauder knew no fear, Darth Mendacium had kicked that out of her years ago, quite literally. But she knew that this man could kill her, just like anyone else in the room. So she adopted the cool, calm facade that she created when not in battle. But if anyone was to get on her bad side and they would soon discover not all was what it looked to be...

She lowered her head until she could only see the stone surface of the table beneath her, granite if she was not mistake, as she said towards the darkened entity that ruled her, "My Lord." She would keep her head in that position until he said otherwise.

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

| @[member="Darth Kyros"] | @[member="Darth Praelior"] | @[member="Darth Vindica"] | @[member="Darth Avara"] | @[member="Darth Vornskr"] | @[member="Darth Tyrana"] | @[member="Darth Naefas"] |
| @[member="Darth Nazari"] | @Ayra

Lilith had come in somewhere between the other Darths. She was probably one of the weakest there and one might ask: why was she there? Actually, she didn't know the answer. She just remained loyal to the Dark Side. She had to. And now she had to bow to the Dark Lord himself. It was both a honour to be there, in the chamber with other Sith. Most of them, if not all, were Knights or higher-ranked people. And she knew almost none of them. Only the former Emperor and Kyros, her Master, were familiar, but she didn't notice them.

Then, the arrival of the Dark Lord caught her attention. She instantly lowered her head and would've most likely wanted to knee before him, but there were many reasons why she wasn't able to do that. One of them was, that she was still sitting on the chair.

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Darth Naefus watched as they all entered one by one into the dining hall. Though some seemed to come from the shadows. It was an amazing thing to see such a gathering occur, truly it was. All of them Sith Lords, all of them powerful. And yet, one man's voice can simultaneously spear through all of their thoughts at once. Cutting through their thoughts like butter.

The Pureblood watched as the Dark Lord of the Sith walked down the steps and spoke through their minds. It was painful, to say the least. But it was a pain that was easily used to fuel himself, to empower himself even more.

In response to the Dark Lord, he simply inclined his head to him and finally took his seat at the table.

@[member="Darth Malificete"] @Ayra @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Darth Avara"] @[member="Darth Nazari"] @[member="Darth Taral"] @[member="Darth Kyros"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Darth Vindica"] @[member="Darth Tyrana"]

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

The Dark Lord had entered, and the room got eerily quiet as they all listened to the piercing words of their new lord and master. Thyrian's dedication to the cause was unshakable, yet above it rested his devotion to his Queen, standing beside him. His fiery eyes were fixed upon her more than the Dark Lord himself, as he checked her facial features for any discomfort or emotion whatsoever. Looking down at her from high above, after all this time he could not shake the sense that she was still but a small child he'd sworn to safeguard, even from all these mighty Sith gathered within the halls of the Dark Lord should he be forced to. No doubt he would be defeated by their combined strength and power, but fate had a way of making sure he did not stay in the land of the dead for long before called upon to serve yet again. Ah, well... such thoughts serve only to fuel one's paranoia, the giant of a man thought as he shook his head slightly.

@[member="Darth Kyros"] @[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Darth Malificete"] @[member="Darth Ayra"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Darth Avara"] @[member="Darth Nazari"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Darth Vindica"] @[member="Darth Tyrana"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

The Darth felt his power, and overall darkness become dwarfed as the dark lord entered the room. The man, or whatever it was now, was drowning in darkness, and taking them all with it. The blackness was intoxicating, it literally forced him to sit as his knees became weak underneath him. He sighed and listened to what the dark lord had to say, evidently it would involve his plan for the One Sith's rise to power.

He noticed some familiar faces, ones that Marcus had known, among them were Vonskr and Kyros, both of which Marcus had operated under in his time in the Empire and Shadow Order. It seemed like eons ago, a different time, yet here he was, face to face with them. Oh how the galaxy was strange.

@Darth Kyros @Darth Naefas @Darth Malificete @Darth Ayra @Darth Vornskr @Darth Avara @Darth Nazari @Darth Praelior @[member="Darth Taral"] @Darth Tyrana

 

[J3C0]

The Dark Lord gazed about the room, his face one of complete and total confidence. His eyes seemed to shift from Sith to Sith, his gaze boring into their skulls like a drill. The Dark lords voice broke their minds once again, his commands breaching their thoughts.

His words seemed to be final, and they were commands most of them had already heard once, but they were important. The Dark Lord did not go into detail, he did not need to. Every man and woman here was intelligent, cunning, and evil beyond belief. They would know what to do.
@Arcturus Procyon @Ayra @Darth Apparatus @Darth Asmodea @Darth Avara @Darth Kyros @Darth Malificete @Darth Metus @Darth Naefas @Darth Praelior@Darth Taral @Darth Tyrana @Darth Vornskr @Kathryn Langley @Vinyata Nicashii

 

[Darth Ayra]

| @[member="Darth Nazari"] |

"Yes, my Lord," said Darth Ayra, keeping her head lowered as she responded.