The Infernal Congress

[Ras'kala'han]

Othrys​

The Reshaped​

Let it not be said of the Zambrano clan that he had read so much of in the secret Sith histories of the Galaxy that they had no sense of grandeur - Othrys was a grand spectacle. It was what he desired. As if in some kind of beautiful sacrament, the moon was purified; the valleys are filled and the mountains are flattened so that the only things to dare touch the horizon were monuments to what really mattered: power.

Yet, in a way, it didn't matter at all. The power belonged to someone else. That was what he wished for. That was dirt. It was a threat. It was offense that he might be so dwarfed by this, so humiliated. He hid himself behind a plain mask, and heavy, concealing robes of shadowsilk to veil the wirework of machinery that kept him mobile and alive. He stepped up in silence, filing in as attention fell upon a certain "[member="The Slave"]."

As he passed by the slender figure, he whispered one word through a silent pulse of thought: "Soon." They had plans, he had plans, and he could only remain in a walking, dying corpse for so long.

The shifting crowd of power and strength, of greater and grander figures than he was an ocean in which he then stepped to lose himself, to cross between familiar and unfamiliar faces, to meditate. They spoke of a Dark Lord -- there would always be a Dark Lord, and it scarcely mattered. How long had it been -- they never changed, these Dark Lords.

So instead, he sunk his spirit in his desires, ever and always growing stronger and stronger.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Darth Interitus"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] |

 

[NightSister]

"Well, I certainly don't believe in coincidence," Aria agreed cheerfully, shaking the redhead's hand gladly. "It's good to see you too."

Carnifex spoke, and the pair were quiet.

The Dark called. The Light blinded. The Galactic Alliance were unwelcome. The First Order was doomed to fail. It was nothing Aria hadn't heard before, and so the proposal it led up to was far from surprising - but she was far from displeased to hear the words.

Unite. Take matters into their own hands. Carry out the dreams of those before them.

Words were meaningless until Aria knew there was more to them than faith.
But if they could mean something, these were pretty words indeed.

She didn't speak, far more interested in listening, in watching. Of course Aria had her own opinions on the Sith Lord's suggestion, but they were irrelevant - even if her name had carried the importance that made her words worth listening to, Aria cared more to hear how these Lords expected to unite the Sith, how they planned to put away those that did wrong by the Dark side so they could let darkness spread across the galaxy.

If Carnifex, if any of these Sith Lords wanted to lead, Aria would be all too pleased to hear them explain how.

Orders rose and fell. Sith rose and fell. Aria had long accustomed herself to the notion of mortality. Everything came to an end, and though Aria was far from a cynic she knew better than to invest herself in an empire that made no promise as to how it would outlive the countless others it replaced. No, loyalty was earned.

But. . . Aria was intrigued.
Intrigued enough that she could bear to gamble at least somewhat on the success of this iron-clad brotherhood Carnifex spoke of.
So she kept on listening.

Amidst the discussion, a figure moved past Aria with muttered apologies. She shuffled, letting the woman pass.

The disk stayed sat in her pocket.

| [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] |​

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kaine Zambrano.

The one who had killed the former Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi Iella E'ron.

At one point, in this position, Silver Jedi Master Connor Harrison would have some scheme in mind to take down the Sith and as much of his gathering as possible, either alone or with a Shadow unit.

Now, however, that Jedi was dead. In his place, a dark manifestation of the lingering cruelty and cunning that had resided in him for years. He wasn't going to strike down this guise of Kaine, but he was here to listen. The traces that Connor once had before he fell on Maena had proved useful in finding this little gathering in the shadow of the Dark Side.

There was only time to listen, and watch, and understand. Listen to the formation of a dark Empire. A Sith Empire. Watch many figures come together for one goal; eradicate the Light. Understand the strengths and weaknesses.

Standing to the back of this congregation, there was no trace of Light to be found in the man. No seeping aura that would signify and conflicted man. Just a dark soul with a mind set on revenge and putting wrong things right with the allies of the Dark Side.

Empires rose from ashes, and in time they were brought down. It was just a matter of time in seeing how long this new Empire would stand in an already weakened galaxy, and one where Connor could play a part in taking apart one system at a time.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Darth Interitus"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="The Slave"]