The Will: Session One

[Kenrath]

@Shachath [member="Darth Mythos"] @Eske @Enoch Zambrano [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Cordelia deWinter"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Cryax Bane"] @Sinistra [member="Darth Carach"]

Viktor Listened to the Sith speak and bicker back and forth for a few moments. Once the opportunity presented itself he stood and addressed the group.

"My Lords and Ladies." "For those of you that do not know me my name is Viktor Alexander." "I am here to represent my home planet of Balmorra."

He paused.

"I make no claim to power, to glory, or to anything else." "I am not Sith I am just a man." "If my presence is not welcome then I will take my leave." "However know this." "As long as there is still breath in my body and I maintain influence on Balmorra the Emperor and his representatives will be welcome." "You want soldiers I will send them, you want weapons they are yours." "I do what I do not for status or position but to keep my people safe." "I do not kill or order the death of people indiscriminately."

He smiled.

"And when the Republic so close to my borders cross that line they will get Balmorra over my dead body." "If that is not enough for Sith then................"

Viktor shrugged and returned to his seat.

 

[Shachath]

The Mouth observed all those assembled through the power of the Force. Though he had no eyes, he could see them all quite clearly and what he saw was not altogether disappointing. He sensed great power in many of the new Wills and yet in others he saw only weakness... but even the cowards had potential. It was his duty to mold them into an efficient force, an extension of the power of the Emperor himself.

He felt a great surge of energy as [member="Darth Isolda"] appeared at his side. It was almost blinding. "My Lady," he hissed graciously and gave a slight bow of his head.

"You honor us with your presence," he did not feign his admiration for the Eye, but spoke with sincerity. The Eyes, the Mouth, the Voices, the Hands, the Shadows, the Wills, the Wrath... all servants of the Emperor, existing in harmony, bringing law and order to the Empire. As with mortal flesh, the failure of any organ to cooperate with the larger organism could send the Empire spiraling into chaos. No sooner had these thoughts crossed his mind did a commotion arise in the middle of the hall.

With a snarl, the Mouth snapped back to attention, reaching out with the Force and allowing it to envelop the form of [member="Darth Venefica"] as she continued on her tirade. His gaping mouth oozed black blood as he observed them. From the shadows behind the thrones, the newly formed Imperial Guard stepped forward in their pitch black cloaks and helmets. They raised their blasters in unison, but Shachath waved his hand and they lowered their weapons. He wanted to see this.

There was a brief back-and-forth between several of the Wills. Many rising to contest Veneficia's outburst, demanding she adhere to rules of decorum. Yet she persisted. She could chop them all to bits with ease and Shachath reasoned that she would likely cut through a decent number of the Guard before they managed to restrain her. As he predicted, she eventually quieted herself and returned to her seat... it was only then that Shachath raised the massive black gavel.

"We will have order..." he spoke with little more than a hiss, but his words resonated with an ancient evil, a truly unsettling sound. He followed his command with a rap of the gavel and waited until the Imperial Guard slinked back into the shadows to continue.

"I remind you all that you sit in this hallowed hall by the grace of the Emperor and it is at His please that you serve," he had no need to shift his head from side to side in an effort to stare them all down, for he saw them all at once. Instead, his head remained eerily still as he addressed the assembly.

"Sith Lords and Ladies, Kings and Queens, Governors and Admirals," he prattled off, occasionally gesturing at someone in the hall who fit the bill, "these titles, these honors, do not impress me. Before this assembly... and before this Throne, you are the Will of the Emperor, and you are all equal."

"Understand this, all of you.... You are owed nothing by this Assembly, you are owed nothing by His Imperial Majesty, and you are owed nothing by the Empire of the One Sith," he hissed menacingly, not addressing any one member of the Will, this had happily been a part of his opening address of the body, "and if there be any among you who hold sacred, beliefs, contrary to this singular truth... do make yourselves known, that you may be judged for your treasonous thoughts... No one? Good."

His poisonous mouth burst into a gleeful smile as he allowed silence to fill the void left in the absence of his pointed, and weighty, threat. Shachath would tolerate lively debate, passionate speeches, bold proposals, backstabbing, mud-slinging, assassination, so long as it did not interfere with the purpose of the Will. To govern. To bring order.

"The Chair lays before the assembly the Writs of Imperial Appointment," he hissed as a diminutive Umbaran below his podium handed up a large Imperial document, on it was the order given by the Emperor to establish the Will and appoint the various new imperial governors, "to all those designated hereafter, stand, and prepare to take the Imperial Oath of Allegiance:

[member="Darth Venefica"] of Anaxes
[member="Darth Mythos"] of Atrisia
[member="Viktor Alexander"] of Balmorra
[member="Darth Drethi"] of Brokellia
[member="Eske"] of Byss
(Whoever [member="Matsu Xiangu"] Appoints) of Coruscant
[member="Cryax Bane"] of Csilla
[member="Enoch Zambrano"] of Empress Teta
[member="Drestope Rosuu"] of Fresia
[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] of Glee Anselm
[member="Cordelia deWinter"] of Kuat
[member="Lord Sebastian"] of Mayferria
[member="Darth Noxia"] of Pakith
[member="Darth Praelior"] of Rendili
([member="Isamu Baelor"]) Yzak Waltfeld of Ruan
[member="Nerius"] of Taloraan
[member="Darth Carach"] of Tython

...raise your right hand heavenward and repeat after me...

I swear this sacred oath that I shall render unconditional obedience to the Emperor of the Empire of the One Sith; that I shall exercise every power in service to the same; that I shall govern the imperial tribute entrusted to me, according to the purposes and designs of the His Imperial Majesty; that I denounce all other oaths of allegiance which I may now hold sacred, giving to the Empire, my full measure of devotion; that I take this obligation freely, without mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I shall execute the duties of this office to the best of my ability, as a loyal servant of the Empire."

Each and every member of the Will of the Emperor would be required to recite this oath in full before they were officially conferred their power. Shachath turned his head slightly to regard the [member="Darth Isolda"] once more, knowing she would sense any thoughts of disloyalty running through the heads of those assembled, while they took the oath.

 

[Loxa Visl]

"I swear this sacred oath,"

A voice sounded down from on high, the arches above echoing with the sound as the massive white form of the Arachneri - Eske, named Will of Byss - descended from her web upon a single drop thread.

"with that I shall render unconditional obedience to the Emperor of the Empire of the One Sith; that I shall exercise every power in service to the same; that I shall govern the imperial tribute entrusted to me, according to the purposes and designs of the His Imperial Majesty;"

Her body, stark and white against the darkness present, slowly and fluidly spun as she dropped, inch by inch, foot by foot. Her white hair hung freely from the crown of her head leaving the skin of her torso and breasts bare to the congregation. Eight glowing, beady red eyes took in the figures gathered below and around, none to be recognized. Not yet.

"that I denounce all other oaths of allegiance which I may now hold sacred, giving to the Empire, my full measure of devotion; that I take this obligation freely, without mental reservation or purpose of evasion;"

The delicate movements of long white arachnid legs spoke of strength and grace as she touched down upon the top of her assigned throne, swiveling to right herself, she looked to no one in particular as she positioned herself to perch there - the seat itself being far too small to accommodate her bulky mass. Eske ran black-tipped fingers through her hair, to make herself presentable before finalizing her oath, a fang-riddled smile turning to meet the Eye and the Mouth as they sat in wait.

"and that I shall execute the duties of this office to the best of my ability, as a loyal servant of the Empire. I am no Sith, no Lord, no great warrior of renown or clout, I am only Eske, the chosen speaker of Byss, and I am honored to serve."

 

[Nerius]

Nerius raised the required hand, a certain bored aspect along his Caucasian - Poodoo, Nerius thought then shifted back from the form he had taken to converse with Venefica. Once he felt his body was normal, he again raised his hand:

"I swear this sacred oath," Nerius began, "that I shall render unconditional obedience to the Emperor of the Empire of the One Sith." He pumped his chest out a bit at this, as it seemed obvious this was his course! It was all he had known since creation! "That I shall exercise every power in service to the same; that I shall govern the imperial tribute entrusted to me, according to the purposes and designs of the His Imperial Majesty!"

Again Nerius paused, the next portion explicitly mentioned all allegiances were negated...that would mean with the father figure he had yet to even meet...but with a gulp, Nerius continued, "That I denounce all other oaths of allegiance which I may now hold sacred, giving to the Empire, my full measure of devotion; that I take this obligation freely, without mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I shall execute the duties of this office to the best of my ability, as a loyal servant of the Empire."

Finished finally, he lowered his hand and a broad grin spread across his face. This meant he was taking the leap from a nothing, to one whom mattered in the Imperial sense of things! It was a grand honor, one he accepted with a heavy mind; though he did not like to deny Damien before he ever got a chance to meet him, for his beliefs it was something he found worthy.

[member="Shachath"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos Stood with much discomfort, but because of the act but because his Spine was not fully aligned, yet his pain gritted through his teeth as he Rose. The One Sith Called him, they needed him and through Fire, Flames, Hell and high water he would gash through death and annihilation itself to bring the Glory of the One Sith to all corners of the Galaxy. The third will to take the Oath... he would remember that. "I Darth Mythos, Swear this sacred oath!" his right hand curling into a mighty first that he stretched to the sky in power against his own body, the Darkside ebbing through his muscles and sinew to dull the pain. "That i shall render unconditional Obedience to the Emperor of the One Sith " Through his mind came only one through that any scanning would surely see, the thought was simple. Is he Watching?. "That i shall exercise every power in service to the same, that i shall govern the imperial Tribute entrusted to me" He paused using his left hand to steady himself before continuing. "According to the purposes and designs of his Imperial Majesty!" He snarled as he said the Next part, it was his favorite part. He had no other allegiance than the Sith, he never had and he never would have.


" I denounce! All other allegiances that i may hold sacred giving to the Empire my full measure of devotion" He considered that a given, the Sith always had had his devotion and as his master [member="Darth Ophidia"] would put it, to Victory or Death... he had said these words during his Knighting, he would live by them forever and always. "That i take this Obligation freely and without mental reservations or purpose of Evasion." That part he did not fully understand, was it that someone would take the office thinking to do with it what they pleased or to avoid duty? in any case, that was not Mythos. "And that i shall execute the duties of this office to the best of my abilities as a loyal servant to the Empire! Long Live The Emperor!!!"

Having Finished he sat back down in his allotted seat feeling accomplished... the Third Will to swear the Oath... he would not forget that.

[member="Viktor Alexander"] [member="Eske] [member="Shachath"] [member="Nerius"]

 

[Komo]

As the room full of the emperor's newly chosen wills descended into bickering with each other, Darth Noxia did nothing but watch. There was no reason to add her voice to the crowd when it served no purpose. Observed, that was what she did, her amber orbs switching from will to will as each of them started to add their voice to the squabble. Her hands were steepled as she continued to listen to each and everyone involved.

Eventually, the Speaker gave the call for order, ending the bickering for good. Well, that was something. Noxia was surprised it lasted as long as it did. The Speaker then began to speak, effectively beginning the meeting they had convened here for this day. Finally, it starts.

The blonde knight listened as he reminded them about the reason they were present in the halls here today, mentioning that he was not impressed by their lofty titles, indicating the equality of all the Emperor's wills present. He then went of to inform them that they were not owed anything by the emperor and the One Sith.

The mouth was an effective speaker, his words slicing through the tension in the hall like a knife through butter. He let a period of silence pass before moving on to the meat of the matter, the oath-taking and pledge of allegiance and dedication to the Emperor and the One Sith empire. Darth Noxia was ready. She was no stranger to such oaths, having taken one in the military. They were not dissimilar and she would again take them with dedication and sincerity.

As her name was called, the will of Prakith rose, body ready to take the oath and say the pledge. Raising her right hand skyward, Darth Noxia began, her face beaming with pride.

"I swear this sacred oath that I shall render unconditional obedience to the Emperor of the Empire of the One Sith. I shall exercise every power in service to the same. I shall govern the Imperial tribute entrusted to me, according to the purposes and designs of the His Imperial Majesty. I denounce all other oaths of allegiance which I may now hold sacred, giving to the Empire, my full measure of devotion. I take this obligation freely, without mental reservation or purpose of evasion. I shall execute the duties of this office to the best of my ability, as a loyal servant of the Empire."

"May the Emperor's reign be long and unforgiving to his enemies."

The blonde Sith knight and the Will of Prakith ended just as she started, with a wide smile beaming with pride of her new title and station. Now that the pledge and oath was said, it felt complete.

[member="Shachath"] | [member="Darth Mythos"] | [member="Eske"] | [member="Viktor Alexander"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Darth Drethi"] | [member="Cordelia deWinter"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Sinistra"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Nerius"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Lassiter]

Sena would never admit to having changed because of her friends, yet there she was as the debacle played out in front of her. An elbow propped against the armrest of her chair, a fist planted square on her cheek. A lazy look spanned across the hall in disinterest. Had Sena asked for petty political drivel she would have journeyed back to Corellia and listen to the repetitive moans of self-pity at their once magnificent planets new look.

Did Sena know anyone here? She took note of each speaker in the room, or ‘will’ if you must. Well, [member="Darth Carach"] had been there when Sena found the Sith. [member="Cryax Bane"] had been another face at the ball on Csilla, but other than them there was not really anyone who struck Sena as familiar other than-

Eyes opened wide, back straightened just in time for the pledge of allegiance. [member="Darth Isolda"]. Right hand across her chest and left hand behind her back Sena repeated the oath along with everyone else. Sure, in a whisper, but she repeated it just like everyone else. Both eyes on her chosen leader Sena managed to break her attention free from the black-haired ‘Eye of the Dark Lord’ and take her seat once more.

Business mode engaged and ready to work in court for once.

Though whether out of genuine care for her planet or her position within the eyes of the, well, Eye was debatable.

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

| @ I can't mention this many people |

Bicker, bicker, bicker. Was that all this was going to be. Enoch kept his voice silence as the various egos squabbled, and instead chose to twiddle with a tear on his long, black sleeve. To an onlooker, it would almost see as if Enoch couldn't hear a single other person, as he languidly leaned in his chair, pulling and tugging at a string on his clothing, like a child would while their parents spoke business. Yet, that was only an appearance, for the ears of this Will were perked, and he took note of all that was said. For Enoch knew this game. He was weak, for now, but he swore to one day be strong, and they would all learn to respect more than one Zambrano.

Ah, the voice of the Speaker was a welcome one indeed. In Enoch's opinion, he was the only one who spoke for the Dark Lord, and would listen intently. Vow? Alright.

"I swear this sacred oath that I shall render unconditional obedience to the Emperor of the Empire of the One Sith; that I shall exercise every power in service to the same; that I shall govern the imperial tribute entrusted to me, according to the purposes and designs of the His Imperial Majesty; that I denounce all other oaths of allegiance which I may now hold sacred, giving to the Empire, my full measure of devotion; that I take this obligation freely, without mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I shall execute the duties of this office to the best of my ability, as a loyal servant of the Empire."

As Enoch spoke, his tone was rather flat, but he truly meant the words, even though he was indeed lackluster. The One Sith could rule without blind fanaticism, and Enoch knew it, and took it to heart.

 

[Reverance]

Egos, opportunities, exploits. This was the cradle from which the Sith were birthed. And Gabriel couldn't be happier as he stepped down from the darkness, the oaths being sworn would muster a fealty to the Dark Lord. A reinforcement, empowering those who would willingly take the power. [member="Darth Venefica"] spoke out against such ideas and in doing so, condemned the very nature of the Sith. When power was displaced, it was the duty of those ambitious enough to grab at it. Lest the One Sith find themselves in a vacuum, constant potential wasted for the likes of appearing indifferent and without a care. And just as the Sith Lord would have spoken, [member="Darth Carach"] and @Shacath set the room at ease.

Good. The Wrath wore a Vonduun armor covering nearly every inch of his body, masking him an a living chitinous exterior. If need be, he would be executioner this day. If the ego's outgrew their own necessity. But for now, he stood quietly by the throne of the of the Eye. He had touched that power once, it's temptation lingering around in reminder of that night on Coruscant. The Voxyn al'do arm swelled at the exposition of such power, emanating from the Eye, a desire to consume as a voxyn would. Unhindered by that specific section of Vonduun, removed as freeing gesture to the arm for this time period, it crossed the other arm unhindered by the concealing ooglith. A black gloss defined by an negation in the force, Gabriel began to see the world around him in auras.

If not for proximity, Gabriel might have discerned the slightest throb of a certain crystal, coursing through the Voxyn al'do. But for the time being, the radiation of the Dark Lord's power was flowing through him by proxy, focusing and distracting him simultaneously. He merely waited the call, position of executive power cascading in the form of unspoken stubbornness and resolve. Now wasn't the time to so eagerly rock the boat, not this close to harbor.

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Shachath"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

When his turn came Viktor stood and raise his hand as instructed to take this oath of office. It was a formality he could live with since apparently nobody wanted him dead or gone in that moment.

"I swear this sacred oath that I shall render unconditional obedience to the Emperor of the Empire of the One Sith; that I shall exercise every power in service to the same; that I shall govern the imperial tribute entrusted to me, according to the purposes and designs of the His Imperial Majesty; that I denounce all other oaths of allegiance which I may now hold sacred, giving to the Empire, my full measure of devotion; that I take this obligation freely, without mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I shall execute the duties of this office to the best of my ability, as a loyal servant of the Empire."

As soon as he was finished Viktor gave a quick nod and retook his seat. He was all business and nothing more.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

The failed attempt of the one that tried, helplessly, to engulf her in darkness was nothing more than a cascade failure of what it was preaching for; her pointe proven by those that were lost and never could be recovered. Especially one who was nothing more than a Knight sticking up for his bent over boyfriend on a lavish couch, calling for blood that he could only get from a virgin Sith. Names, not needed. Truth was there. Then Gabriel....the Wrath who she had fought countless battles along the side of, and respected, spoke out against her. The liar. The false one. The one who believed shagging the girls of the One Sith gave him power was nothing more than a pawn himself. Ask those that held the TRUE power of the galaxy and the truth shall set every Sith free.​

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The vote was put out, and each one blindly took oath. For what? To be oppressed? To believe in a false Dark Lord that had his power usurped? To take a world and rule over with no just cause to do so? In her chair, she could only shake her head in disgust. The One Sith, the Order that she believed in was nothing more than a harem for those with power who could only conquer with trinkets of betrayal or promises of carnal pleasures; and flash titles of leaving friends behind . Or those that spent time catching bats or followed a clique that saw them expendable....words of the founder. She, the one Sith that survived the trials of a swamp as lone child, knew the truth.​

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Truth, a word she knew but others did not. A word that if it spread to their mortal enemies, the GR, would see the manipulation of lies for what they were. Victory at the cost of friendship. Or the better yet, how they cried foul when their plans and designs didn't go their way. ​

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Darth Venefica, standing tall and proud, looked at each and every one them; enemies now, withdrew her lightsaber again. Holding it out in front of her daring the Knight to take it, which his boyfriend would hold him back from doing so , dropped it; unable to use it. The final solution had come to a close.​

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"War it is," she spat taking her leave from the Sith.​

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And with that, the one that brought glory to the Sith was now gone. A one time believer. A traitor forever. One free from the chains of oppression left them forever; smiling.​

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(OOC: Don't tag me again but feel free to talk nonsense)​

 

[Lassiter]

Someone certainly had high opinions of themselves. Sena watched the departing Sith Lord with curiosity and confusion. What kind of war were they even talking about and what had brought this sudden change in view? Not that it mattered, when it all boiled down to it there was only one ‘faction’ that would have the ability to rise up against the Sith like this, at least if they gave them the chance.

“The Sisterhood.” Sena was still standing as she spoke up. “The Covenant of the Black Rose.”

“It is the only faction amongst us that has a glimmer of sustainability should they decide to stake a claim on the galaxy.” The young Vahla spoke up as she looked around the room. “I don’t trust her to say something about ‘war’ unless she by all means intend to follow up on it.”

“Call it a healthy dose of paranoia, but with her display of blatant disrespect to not just the Dark Lord but every single person in this room she has made it clear that she is no longer of the mind to be one of us.” Another look across the room before she pointed at the door. “Until proof of any plot against us can be found I suggest we place her under arrest.”

“If she refuses to co-operate...” Sena looked to [member="Shachath"]. “Have her declared a traitor and strip her of any titles.”

 

[Isamu Baelor]

“No more than a child…” Yzak mused as the Sith Lord took her leave. Another Sith, and another delusion of grandeur. A single individual does not make the empire strong. She could muster whatever force she wished, but it would be in vain. In the end, it would pale in comparison to the infinite power of the One Sith Empire.

Yzak waited for the Darth Drethi to finish he though, and The Speaker to reply. He did not wish to interrupt them. After they finished, Yzak firmly planted his cane into the ground, and lifted himself out of his seat. He lifted his right hand firmly in the air, and proudly said the Imperial Oath of Allegiance. “I swear this sacred oath that I shall render unconditional obedience to the Emperor of the Empire of the One Sith; that I shall exercise every power in service to the same; that I shall govern the imperial tribute entrusted to me, according to the purposes and designs of the His Imperial Majesty; that I denounce all other oaths of allegiance which I may now hold sacred, giving to the Empire, my full measure of devotion; that I take this obligation freely, without mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I shall execute the duties of this office to the best of my ability, as a loyal servant of the Empire." The oath taken. His loyalty confirmed. Yzak lowered himself into his chair, and crossed his arms. Waiting for the others to finish their oaths.

 

[Reverance]

Gabriel held his voxyn hand up, after Yzak made his declaration of fealty. His crimson eye had likely burned a searing hole into the back of [member="Darth Venefica"], wondering what insanity had claimed her actions. If she would have spoken such contempt in hushed words, as the Sith are often to do, then it wouldn't have had to come this.

"A slight against one is a slight against the many..." He said, placing a hand on the shoulder of the Eye before proceeding forward. Even without knowing the will of the Dark Lord, he would have been able to feel it's prophetic movement through her. The reckoning coursed through him, guiding his path. "Darth Venefica was a worthy ally, a righteous advocate of the One Sith cause." He paused, searching the room for those who had sworn the oath. "Trust and it's benefits are not something granted but instead something earned, every day..." he barred his teeth. "And disloyalty, in any form, must be cleansed."

"Through the annals of One Sith history, Darth Venefica will not be known for her loyalty or for her contributions. Instead, extending beyond pain of death..." He reached upward, sliding his hands over the clavicle plates of the Vonduun armor. "...She is branded a traitor, etched in stone. Those who follow her will have the opportunity to disband from her ranks, this Covenant of the Black Rose..." He said the words, seeping with venom. "Otherwise, a slight by one is a slight by the many. And we will not suffer this slight."

Then, then he gave a smirk. Because at the end of the day, he was the Dark Lords Wrath and Executioner. This Parliament was turning into a boon as it were. Here in the scope of one session, numerous planets claimed by wills and governors, and a traitor was rooted out by her own actions and reckless abandon of reason.

[member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Mythos"] | [member="Viktor Alexander"] | [member="Darth Drethi"] | [member="Silva Talith"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Enoch Zambrano"] | [member="Drestope Rosuu"] | [member="Cordelia deWinter"] | [member="Lord Sebastian"] | [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Darth Praelior"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Shachath"] | [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="Sinistra"]​

 

[Sinistra]

A lick of heat at her throat notwithstanding, Sinistra watched the proceedings on the floor with renewed interest. Usually the swearing in of officials did not also include declarations of treason but why have a mediocre assembly when you can have one with a dramatic flair?

Sinistra's scope for the last several years had been successfully hunting down threats to the Sith from without. However, at the request of someone far above her pay grade, she was summoned to the grand seat of power. She was invited, once again by an anonymous missive, to observe this meeting. The seal alone on the envelope had been enough to part the guards at the door and see her through. The seal was unknown to her but it served its purpose. As well versed as she had been in politics on a galactic scale, she was less so when it came to the inner workings of her own organization. She needed to be an effective spy, and effective spies did not get bogged down by the red tape and bureaucracy. Yes, even in the Sith there are tentacles and binds of policy and procedure.

Standing stone still in the back of the room, her mask was not illuminated, her ruby lenses were garnet in the darkness as she made shorthand notes to her operatives with quick eye movements. Whoever her anonymous benefactor was, they wanted to make sure Sinistra was paying close attention to the events unfolding within the One Sith right now. Surely there were intelligence operatives who focused on the OS themselves? Were they all compromised? Were they in league with this Covenant?

She continued to watch and record the meeting, sending messages to Fela and Dawson. The pair were busy opening dossiers, and starting to gather information on every individual in the room. Sinistra did not care if such files existed already. Someone had called her home for a reason. Until she knew why, she would trust no one but her own team.

As Reverance rendered the truth unto the room, she waited for the others to join in the siren call of a traitor hunt. She also watched for something else. A look in her direction. If someone had called her here to witness this event, was this the happening they wished her to witness? Was there another less obvious plot afoot? Those lesser experienced in covert ops often betrayed their involvement with a stray glance. She'd seen it before, a nervous bait betrays the assassin with a glance, anxious to flee from the impending violence. More experienced agents had poker faces that would crumble the confidence of the most stalwart gamblers in the galaxy.

From her vantage point, she could see nearly the entire room and she waited in the shadows for the errant glance and word from her mysterious benefactor.

[member='Reverance'] | [member='Darth Isolda'] | [member='Darth Carach'] | [member='Shachath']

 

[Darth Isolda]

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Change was upon them. It fell in line with the stirring the Chosen of Vahl had felt at the nape of her next, in the growing months as of late. Was this what the Goddess had chosen to warn her about? Is this why that sense of forbearing, of cogs shifting and impending tension lingered?

Farsight and soothsaying of the Chosen was meant to be an interpretation of the Priests and Priestesses. This is how the Migrant Vahla fleet had survived ever since the Jedi had destroyed their home world long ago, sending the children of the Goddess and the Ember of Vahl out to search for the lost land the Goddess had to promised them.

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Darth Venefica was one of Her own; through her veins sang the blood of Her blessing. Her linage. The Goddess was true to her children, and with that devotion and dedication, the Ember of Vahl sought to do what is best for Her children. Had Isolda not done all she could to follow in Her prophecy? To bring them towards the goal of finally reaching their lost homeworld?

The Sword of Vahl had stood to make the injustice of words clear. The Wrath's hand pressed upon Isolda's shoulder, and from within her, a swell of power darkened her eyes into twin glass spheres of obsidian. Power sank and would pool, radiating from the Eye of the Dark Lord, for she was but a vessel. A vessel for the One the Goddess had so deemed to bless with Her Majesty.

Her voice when it came was heavily accented and much deeper than that fragile throat should have held, as if the voice itself was an echo of that immense power.

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Deat͠h͘ ͘s̢h́al̀l͞ n͡ot bè t̵h͝e̡ ͠en͏d͠ ͠f͢o͞r̢ ̨y̵ou̕... No̵t҉ t̛h̛e͏ end o̢f ̵c͠u͞ŕse n͜o̡r͏ ͢s̸h͜ame.̴ ​

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T͟h҉e̵ ̴E͢m̀b̸e̸r͠,͠ ̸ẃe wi̷l̛l ͠n̶o͞t̷ ͏f̡orgeţ,͟ ​

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T̨h̴oưgh͘ ͜no ͜Vah̡l͏a şpe҉a͢k̷s̴ ̨your͡ ̢na͜m̀e̴​

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Yo̵u s͟ḩa͜ll͟ b̶e̵ ̵call͢ed f̷o̵r͢ev̡e͟rm҉o̶r̸e͡ ​

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"̶Trąìtor"͘ ͡-͝- ͡s̛o͝ ̴yóu'͏ve ͢won y̸ou̶r fa҉me̛. ̕ ​

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Lord Sebastian say on his throne in silence. It was clear where his was because his lightly burned with flames. It was not for show or even intentional. He had absorbed a lot of power from Kezeroth's death and it was making him unstable. He had to hold onto the power until his weapon was ready. He was to be the Will of Mayferria, a world he helped conquer. He listened to the words of [member="Darth Venefica"] and smiled the whole time. Not a grin, but a slight smirk as this whole proceeding amused him.

He listened to her words and their eyes would meet, a moment. A moment that spoke volumes as they were old friends, she was the one who ushered him into the Sith. This look would speak that both knew what was to come; war. He watched as many spoke out of turn for this upstart. His blood boiled in excitement, but still he said nothing until it was over and she was gone. He then watched as they swore their loyalty to become the Wills of the One Sith.

He thought for sometime in his own actions and the once faded smirk returned, he knew what he needed to do. He stood up and waited for a quite moment to speak. "Lords and ladies, brothers and sisters, we have enemies among us and around us. I respect all that you do and what will be done in these hallow halls. I can not allow such enemies to stand while I take a back seat role. I will no longer serve as a Will and will serve as a full time warrior once again. They will pay for her foolish words." His voice was cold and emotionless as he spoke. He bowed to his superiors and his family as he turned and left the halls.

He was to gather an army the Galaxy had never seen before.

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor smiled shaking his head at the spectacle before him. It seems Sith couldn't stop plotting and scheming long enough to do some good for the whole. He turned to [member="Darth Drethi"], [member="Isamu Baelor"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Darth Isolda"], and [member="Lord Sebastian"] standing.

"Far be it for me to meddle in the affairs of Sith." "However do you not see the bigger picture here." "Today was meant, unless I missed something, to be a day to be remembered." "A day when Sith and Imperial would occupy the same room and collectively work together for the betterment of the One Sith as a whole."

He paused.

"In a single voice, in a single speech, you have allowed one person to undo months if not years of work." "You move away from what you hope to accomplish in the unity of planets to a single cause to what ...........condemn one of your own?"

He shook his head.

"Do not misunderstand my intention." "Yes a slight has been committed and a reaction must be made." "However let us do what we came here to do." "Then those in a position to do so can meet and plan out how and when best to respond to Lady Venefica's departure."

Viktor returned to his seat.

 

[Shachath]

Shachath sensed the power in the room grow weaker as Darth Veneficia took her leave of them. Despite his role as Mouth of the Emperor, he was loathe to speak first, preferring to wait until all others said their piece before making his opinion known. In this case especially, his authority was subordinate to the that of the Wrath and the Eye themselves. He was not disappointed in their pronouncements, but now it was his turn to pass judgement on the rogue Sith Lady.

"Through his Wrath and his Eye, the Emperor has spoken!" Shachath declared loudly, holding his pale, scabbed hands out over the crowd of remaining Wills, "and now, we shall execute his Will!"

"By the Will of the Emperor," he spoke slowly, a single hand still raised in the direction of the massive Throne of Anaxes that now sat empty, "I name you faithless and accursed. The Will of Anaxes... is BROKEN." As his voice resonated, there was a low rumble before a massive crack appeared in the empty chair where Darth Veneficia had once sat. In hind sight, this chair would need repaired eventually, but for now it was a lovely display of theatre.

"The Chair shall entertain the following motion,

IMPERIAL DECREE​

In the name of His Imperial Majesty, Emperor of the One Sith...
Darth Venefica is hereby held in contempt.
She is deemed a Traitor.
She is cast from the Will of the Emperor.
She is stripped of her titles and authority on Anaxes.
Any planetary government who knowingly gives her aid shall be held accountable.

So Sayeth the Will of the Emperor​

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...What say you?" he called to the the assembly, indicating that they would now be asked to vote upon enacting this new decree. As the Wrath and Eye had already spoken, it would have been unwise to defy them, but Shachath preferred interesting things to happen more than he did wise ones.


[ALL CURRENT WILLS ARE ALLOWED TO VOTE. EITHER YES, NO, OR ABSTAIN. VOTING WILL REMAIN OPEN UNTIL A MAJORITY IS REACHED.]

[member="Darth Mythos"] | [member="Viktor Alexander"] | [member="Darth Drethi"] | [member="Silva Talith"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Enoch Zambrano"] | [member="Drestope Rosuu"] | [member="Cordelia deWinter"] | [member="Lord Sebastian"] | [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Darth Praelior"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Shachath"] | [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="Sinistra"]

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Shachath"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Cordelia deWinter"] [member="Darth Noxia"] @Sinistra.

Viktor sighed shaking his head. If this was going to be the first act of this governing body then they were is serious trouble. Never the less Viktor spoke up a mintue or to after Shachath finished announcing the first decree.

"Yes."

It said nothing more and nothing less knowing the word of a non Sith meant nothing among other Sith. He was wasting his time and he knew it. It was a dangerous game but the point of no return had been crossed at least an hour ago if not more.