Faction They Gather In Darkness [Kainate]

[Darth Carnifex]

M A L S H E E M​

Of all the dark places spread throughout the galaxy, Malsheem was undoubtedly the galaxy's shadowy center. Moving unfettered throughout the galaxy, Malsheem was the beating heart of a hidden empire that stretched across the galaxy unseen and unknown by the myriad of governments that had arisen in recent decades. In every corner of society, from the grandest halls of parliament to the lowest slums of poverty, the agents of this hidden mobile world toiled to bring about the ambitions of their dark master.​

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Carnifex stared at a map of this shadow empire he had painstakingly built. The map showed the galaxy, divided into its myriad rings and sectors, with splotches of color denoting where the public governments held sway and conducted their business. There was the territory of the Sith Empire, a government he had built and had ruled over for a long time, beset on all sides by the enemies he had accumulated during his rise to power. Cut through that territory were indicators of his influence, almost covering the entirety of the Sith Empire. More sporadic indicators were scattered through the territory of the New Imperial Order, where they had advanced and the Sith Empire had regressed.​

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A greater concentration, almost rivaling that found in the Sith Empire, was found hidden under the territory of the Galactic Alliance. Once, the One Sith had held dominion over the Core and the Deep Core, and when the One Sith fell they left behind countless operatives embedded deep into society. These shadow operatives remained in place even as new powers came to fill the power vacuum, concealing their true allegiances and integrating themselves into the new power structure. Even senators of the mighty Alliance Senate were, in darkest secret, apostles of the Sith faith.​

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With a wave of his hand, Carnifex dissolved the holographic map and turned away from the projector. Around him were members of his inner council; nobles, technocrats, and warlords, who had long served his interests and were entirely devoted to his vision of a future galaxy united in darkness. ​

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"Assemble the court," commanded the Eternal Sovereign, making no effort to explain his reasoning. Nor did those around him need it, they obeyed without question. The call would go out to the leading figures of the Kainate, this shadow empire, to meet with their lord and master at his place of choosing. Carnifex chose the expansive conference room adjacent to the operational command center, which greatly resembled the reception hall of a grand palace more than an executive suite. Carnifex himself sat upon an obsidian throne gilded with gold, while everyone else sat beneath him on similarly gilded chairs and benches. Those who came were among Carnifex's greatest confidants, those he entrusted with great power to carry out his authority where he could not.​

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"My lords and ladies," started Carnifex once they were all assembled, "The galaxy is on the precipice. The powers that be are in a precarious position of wax and wane, riven by division and war. The time will come where the fires of annihilation will consume the galaxy and burn away all that came before. Only you and I shall remain, my chosen few, to build a new galaxy that knows nothing of what came before, but only what it has been given." Very few had known of this true objective, but now the leading hierarchy of the Kainate was at last made aware of it. Carnifex's eyes regarded the assembled, almost peering through them and laying bare their hearts.​

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Gunnr Zambrano | Ahani Najwa-Zambrano | First Sister | Saki lin
Apollyon The Betrayer | Madelyn Lowe | Taeli Raaf | Pom Stych Tivé
Darth Voracitos | Saryn Naberrie​

 

[Gunnr Zambrano]

"Assemble the Court" A wave of her gold-bangled hand was all the order required for Gunnr's servants to launch to their task. While members of Gunnr's personal guard continued to stand at entry and exit points, the woman appeared unarmed in her husband's inner sanctum. What danger was there here, in her own keep?

The drape of a deep burgundy cape flowed over the monumental Epicanthix woman, its' sigil that of House Fitz-Kierke and Zambrano in symbiosis. While her husband busied about his Eternal Sovereignty, the business of Malsheem; its' daily function belonged to Gunnr. Seneschal of Malsheem and wife of Darth Carnifex 's heart, the ginger locks of Gunnr's hair plaited back to reveal freckled olive skin and keen emerald eyes. In body and proportion, her wide hips and shoulders covered in red-black spidersilk portrayed a woman of matronly attribute, mother to four of the Eternal Sovereign's copious children. She stood as tall as he, the marauding evil who lurked beyond reproach.

Gunnr sat upon the arm of the obsidian throne, watched as those who were gathered took to their gilded seats. A bead in her ear bespoke of refreshments in transit, security teams sweeping in random time to keep any pattern-seeker off guard.

"May it be as you predict, pi sezi." She sought the faces of her husband's chosen few, her black painted lips pursed in their austerity. "My scouts continue to preserve our position, and seek vectors for resource and strategic points. Malsheem's denizens continue to raise productivity. We shall want for nothing."

"Funny thing, nothing." A silver haired woman stuffed her hands in grey linen trousers, her upper body swathed in a royal blue silk blouse. Ahani Najwa-Zambrano rolled her shoulder, cracked her neck as she walked to another of the golden thrones for those who met her husband's will with favour. "Always gits'ya."

Ahani winked at Taeli Raaf , who once saved her from the insanity of an ancient mind. The Echani wife of Carnifex sat sideways on the chair, kicked a leg up over the arm.

"The Galaxy shifts in a myriad of potential futures, husband. Fragments and hopes, while it is primed to crumble, it could also reconstruct enough to limp on. The choice is ours, how we push, which pieces we allow to crash down. Our oracles and farseers continue to muck about. Don't worry, I've got'em." The more esotheric and unorthodox of Carnifex's wives, Ahani swaggered in disregard for most cultures' protocols. She wandered into and out of their lives in cycles only seen at the edge of their usefulness, an often nebulous force of nature.

Saryn Naberrie Pom Stych Tivé Saki lin Madelyn Lowe Darth Voracitos Apollyon The Betrayer First Sister

 

[Zeptepi Zambrano]

From out of the Bone Temple Biome adamantly stepped Zeptepi, the first to life woven from the seed of Carnifex to Pomstychtivé. She left her Mother behind to toil upon Dathomir, time consuming Potions that only her precise hands may adequately manifest. The young Crusader, found great honor to heed the call of her esteemed Father, Emperor immortal, and in her own way worshipped his footfalls as wholeheartedly as does her Mother.

The path is long to reach his presence, in every way she knows, the physical representation of her direction through his floating empire world, in comparison to earning his notice, her being one among the sea of so many kindred, and faithful followers under his grand design, minuscule and not near being notorious about the grand galaxy.

She had not been one enlightened among his sacred inner circle to learn his plans for the galaxy, but the weight of darkness he steeped in, which poured out upon Malsheem said enough!

And here it is, a reveal. His little one marveled up at him from the crowd which surrounds her.
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[Saryn Fitz-Kierke]

Saryn sat comfortably upon the other free arm of his beloved's obsidian throne, gazing with interest at those gathered for the meeting. His duties on Malsheem were far simpler, attending to his Emperor's needs and whims when required, though he had also been lending his assistance to Gunnr whenever he had the time.

The recent chaos in Sith space and across the galaxy at large had the potential to offer many possibilities to the Kainate. From the ashes, a new Empire could very well rise to surpass all others before it. Saryn was eager to be of whatever use he could to his master in this grand endeavour, no matter how big or small his contributions.

"We're all with you, beloved. To the end of the galaxy itself, if need be.", Saryn said with a gentle nod, a smile upon his lips as he gently reached out to place his hand upon that of Carnifex, his devotion to his master relentless, as always.

Darth Carnifex
Gunnr Zambrano
Zeptepi Zambrano

 

[First Sister]

Location: Sith'ari Tsosûtura, Malsheem
Attire: Black Sith Robe
Equipment: Spirit Anchor - Choker │ Miniaturized Double-Bladed Spinning Lightsaber
Tags: Darth Carnifex Gunnr Zambrano Ahani Najwa-Zambrano Saryn Naberrie Zeptepi Zambrano

As one of the Eternal Father’s many apprentices, but also one of thousands of strand-cast Sith, created to serve his will and to further his Eclipsing Mission, the First Sister felt out of place in her Eternal Father’s esteemed inner circle. As always, the motivations of her master and God in inviting her to such an exclusive court were lost on her, but as before, when she had observed him running what appeared to be dirt through his fingers on Mustafar during the feast-turned ambush, the motivations of a God would always be a mystery to a mere mortal, such as herself.

Not one to ever ignore her master’s summons, the Sister arrived promptly in the Sith'ari Tsosûtura, finding her designated seat at the front of the assembled lords and ladies, though not as a place of honor, but rather in accommodation of her diminutive stature. Unfortunately, given the number of towering Epicanthix in the room, who’s elevated figures would otherwise block her view of the proceedings, it was quite necessary. As such, the Sister enjoyed a good view of the attending members of her Eternal Father’s inner council, including the figures of his two wives, one an imposing beauty of olive skin and crimson hair, where the other was slightly shorter and possessed regal, silver features. Next to them was one of his concubines, a slender, human male with fair features and flowing blonde hair.

Her eyes then found another notable individual, a Spellweaver of the Tivéan Nightsisters, a witch of raven hair and strong form, the living embodiment of the sacred covenant between the Nightsisters and the New Sith.

Once everyone had arrived, the booming baritone voice of her God echoed across the throne room and the assembly fell silent as he spoke. With intense, burning cyan eyes, the Sister fell into enthrallment before his divine presence, hanging her attention on every word that left his blackened lips. The apprentice electromancer remained silent even as he finished, contemplating his address in her mind as the others began to speak in answer. The Sister did not say anything, instead preferring to listen to the commentary of others, but her expression was yet captivated by the prospect of what was to come...

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He listened to each of his wives in turn, heeding their words as he would any of his trusted advisors. His concubine's words were less advisory, but more of a reaffirmation of their collective commitment to him; their eternal living god. His eyes turned to those assembled, his chosen few who would help shape the future he had envisioned for the galaxy. Merciless each and every one of them, but devoted to that grand plan that was beginning to gradually unfold before the galaxy's eyes.​

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Those that weren't present, his tenuous allies in the Brotherhood of the Maw and the Sith Eternal, would be focused upon their own agendas and grand plans. Undoubtedly they would be speaking to their own followers in a similar manner, uplifting them while ensuring that they are still beholden to the path. Some might speak against allying himself with such duplicitous powers, and they might be correct in their assessment that an alliance built on treachery and corruption could not last.​

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But while an alliance of the Light was made in full view of the galaxy, an alliance of the Dark must be made in secret. Carnifex did not delude himself that either he or his allies would turn on the other, that was simply the nature of the Dark Side; the nature of power. But, he stood on steady ground, has vast resources at the tips of his fingers, and endless ranks of devout soldiers eager to spend their lives at his command.​

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"The galaxy reels from our first strike," spoke Carnifex after his brief moment of reflection. "Csilla; the homeworld of the Chiss." At those words, the lights in the throne room darkened and a projection of Csilla warbled to life above their heads. "Through the aid of our allies, this world has been sundered." The hologram replayed Csilla's destruction at half-speed, drawing out the planet's agonizing evisceration as the superweapon Mercy collided with its surface. "The galaxy has seen the power of the Dark Side, and it is reminded of what happens to those that stand in our way. The apocalypse has begun."​

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Carnifex looked to each of the assembled as they watched Csilla's destruction, "Remember this sight well, my chosen. For it is the fate of all worlds."​

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Gunnr Zambrano | Ahani Najwa-Zambrano | First Sister | Saki lin
Apollyon The Betrayer | Madelyn Lowe | Taeli Raaf | Zeptepi Zambrano
Darth Voracitos | Saryn Naberrie ​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Purple eyes narrowed as Kaine replayed the destruction of Csilla for all of them to see, proclaiming this and that about its destruction. She still heavily viewed it as unnecessary to their goal. They gained, in the grand scheme, only some of the required energy to fuel the ritual and they still had yet to strike out and take needed nexuses of light and dark. Pointless waste of time when they could be draining something more vital to their plan.

"I would certainly hope that a burned out and shattered planet is not the fate of all worlds we have in mind, Kaine," she responded, having remained silent through the gathering thus far. "That might result in a much more... visceral response than just letting your messages go unread for a week."

The very reshaping of reality to their whims was the goal, to alter things to have the Sith ruling all of time and space... to have her sisters back, that was the goal. Destruction without purpose was... then again, Kaine didn't have humanity left within him. They were close and something like this would only make their task that much harder to accomplish.

"Perhaps now we can turn our attention back to the task at hand," she continued, displeasure rolling off her still, a silent signal to get on with it and to turn off the destruction of Csilla.

Darth Carnifex Darth Voracitos Gunnr Zambrano Zeptepi Zambrano Saryn Naberrie First Sister

 

[Zeptepi Zambrano]

Darth Carnifex | Darth Voracitos | Gunnr Zambrano | Saryn Naberrie | First Sister | Taeli Raaf | Darth Prazutis

He was always an enigma to her. Whenever he spoke she hung on every word, but she knew that always there were secrets buried deep within him, that only his complex existence could fathom. He only wants the best for his family, for the galaxy.

Zeza stood and watched what had occurred at Csilla. She hadn't been there when the annihilation was inflicted; she had been spending alot of time training up Valen. Seeing the event unfold on such a large screen, directly overhead, she felt sorry she had not been present at such a glorious moment when her Father would take such a bold stand against the enemies of the Sith. She knew he has ever been famous, but this…this is absolutely phenomenal!

Some close to her Father spoke directly to him, but she was not close enough to not hear the conversation. How blessed they must have felt to be by his side. She had found herself wishing that Valen Arenais (last name officially unknown) were here to share in the event. Events like these are afterall, at the heart of what makes a Sith a Sith.
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[Gunnr Zambrano]

Trusted others filed into the meeting, apprentices and children unmet, people Gunnr decided were as much hers as her husband. She would ensure needs were met, equipment earned, any needs, which paired with worthiness doted upon them. Was it not her place to give, where Darth Carnifex demanded? To serve and thus be served, wife of the Eternal who promised her everlasting joys?

"Glorious..." The explosive energy of Csilla’s destruction furrowed in Gunnr’s skull. Pity she’d missed the battle. She waved Saryn Naberrie over, to shift their little concubine by her side. A roiling triumph in the cause of their ultimate plans, yet one which sat encumbered by loss of life in his wife’s inner spirit.

“Husband, heed Taeli Raaf . What good are scorched worlds, when we must seek to repair and recreate those domains brought under our dominion? Unread messages are the worst.” A short smirk for Taeli, one she did not remember meeting, but somehow knew, as she knew her surroundings, or siblings or Kaine. The thought came gradually at sight of Taeli’s demeanour, a garden with their little cousin Adara, so young then. So, the woman must have been someone to Adara. Images drifted off as leaves on a river drift southward, and once more Gunnr was present with only those around them. Sitting at her husband’s right hand. "We must enact our plan, and continue to keep our workforce and loyal citizens functioning. They can't do such things, if the entire Galaxy turns its head at once. Half, yes but not the whole."

“I can take the scraps left and forge new, Gunnr. Matter is matter, it will take time, but don’t fret your ginger locks. Anything he destroys is a chance for us to rebuild to a better state. Trust me! Got my brain fixed up good.” Reality bent? Ahani had no such power, but matter taken, the building blocks of creation housed and grown through Ahani’s considerable consciousness and presence, as a mother who grew a child? There, the Starmother had her place. And there, a sense of time beyond the lifetimes of others. A wife of purpose, where Gunnr was a wife of love. “What’s reality to us, eh? Bunch of fiddly bits.”

Darth Voracitos First Sister Zeptepi Zambrano

 

[First Sister]

Location: Sith'ari Tsosûtura, Malsheem
Attire: Black Sith Robe
Equipment: Spirit Anchor - Choker │ Miniaturized Double-Bladed Spinning Lightsaber
Tags: Darth Carnifex Gunnr Zambrano Ahani Najwa-Zambrano Saryn Naberrie Taeli Raaf Zeptepi Zambrano

The Sister cut a diminutive figure in a room of giants, both in the metaphorical and literal sense, sitting on her elevated seat at the front of the assembly, wide eyes and pointed ears drinking in every detail of her Father’s words and those of his wives, close associates, and concubines. The electromancer had not partaken in the events of Csilla, to witness the destruction of a planet and the genocide of a species with her own, luminescent cyan eyes. Perhaps blinded by her own feverish loyalty to him, the Sister saw not a hint of irony in the fact that she had worked with the Black Knight to prevent such a thing from happening on Sev Tok, fighting the monstrous Bryn'adûl and the Titan himself, Tathra Khaeus to a retreat. Indeed, when her Master destroyed planets and snuffed out millions of lives, he was purifying souls from the morass of corruption. However, when the Bryn'adûl did the same, they were genocidal, murderous beasts, butchering innocents and destroying civilizations.

Nevermind that she served the Butcher King.

Indeed, the Sister was loyal by choice and blind by choice. As such, she did not speak against her Master’s proclamation, instead embracing the destruction of the Light and the sundering of a world, knowing that this was his ultimate plan for the galaxy, so that a new one could be risen in its stead.

Destruction to Beget Creation.

A wicked expression manifested across the electromancer’s pale features as her Master finished speaking, a slave to his words and a sycophant to his divine presence. While the words of the others seemed more defined by practicality than grand portents, the Sister knew that they were all of one and the same mind, that of devotion to his Eclipsing Mission and the destruction of the Jedi.

If not, then she would not mourn when her Father enacted their purgation.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Time moved differently in the Netherworld, and for some reason, it always seemed to lead to a great slumber.

Voracitos had died, and much of his untethered spirit fell asleep in the Garden of Thorns. That is until he was awoken by a reincarnation of his grandfather, "Zambrano the Hutt" and returned to life during the Netherworld Crisis. Since then, the resurrected Sith Lord had become obsessed with Chaos and the Netherworld, delving deeper into it, slowly being changed by his travels there, becoming more detached from any sense of belonging in the world he was born into. Eventually, he crossed a line and created his own plane of existence.

After Rhen Var, Voracitos had ascended into something beyond the normal precepts of "living" or "dead", "dark side" or "light side", "evil" or "just hungry", something ancient peoples couldn't help but label a god. There was no living or death for Voracitos, he simply was. There was no distinction in his use of the force, merely will made manifest. There was no moral calculus or primal drive to his actions, just a tendency towards his own tendencies. Consumption, expansion, slumber. An endless cycle that had resulted in his repeated failures and successes throughout his lives, that he could now accomplish all at the same time indefinitely.

The war between The Sith Empire and the New Imperial Order waged across the stars, resulting in uncountable casualties and deaths, and through powerful sorceries, Voracitos ripped them out into his own castle of flesh before they could join the force as they were supposed to. He consumed without effort, expanded without care, and did it all while slumbering in the chimeric dreams of his Fruits of Gluttony. The demon with one eye, who stared in all directions, slept with each of them open. Though few to none of them ever rose him out of his proclivities...

... until the untold deaths on Csilla announced to the Chaotic being a more powerful way to consume the universe.

As such, it was a rare occasion that the Corpulent One answered a summons of him. It wasn't in person, and neither was it in the form of his Replica Flesh Golems. No, he answered his summons in a manner, more direct than typical and fastidious than usual. His voice alone would suffice to re-affirm to his Chosen Emperor the support of his oldest ally.

Csilla was a fortuitous surprise, my old friend. Know that the fallen were collected as all others along the Tingle Arm. Never before had such a surge of souls been tasted so. Let this missive inform you that my patronage to you shall demand more of the same, in greater number, in greater precision. Guide me Kaine Zambrano, Darth Vornskr, Darth Carnifex, my Chosen Emperor, and I shall lend my Gluttony to such a cause in a Great Devouring.

Darth Carnifex Gunnr Zambrano Taeli Raaf Ahani Najwa-Zambrano Saryn Naberrie First Sister Zeptepi Zambrano

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Evolution often requires a sacrifice," quoted Carnifex from the Aphorisms of Vitiate, "All actions serve a purpose, do not mistake it for madness." Though many would think him mad, many already did in fact, but the mind of Carnifex worked in ways that were not as clear to others. To dismantle the galaxy and rebuild it was an arduous undertaking, and trillions would have to be destroyed in order to achieve it. He did not take pleasure nor sorrow in what he had done, such feelings were reserved for those who could still afford to feel such things. He saw the millions of lives that he had helped snuff out as one would see an anthill demolished by a child's wrath, apathetic at the lives lost.

"In time, the mechanisms of creation will become as easy to wield as one wields a pen. For now, we leave destruction, but in time we will plant the seeds of new life." Such atrocities were spoken with such casualness that it would horrify the mind and disturb the spirit to any other, but to them it was nothing. Such authority they wielded, deciding life and death almost on a whim, that there were few living beings who could stand should-to-should with them and find themselves in agreement.

The missive from Voracitos was unexpected but pleasing, he had not intended for the Corpulent One to regard his summons at all. The bounty of souls, amalgams of the Living Force, that had been deposited upon Voracitos' doorstep must have sent him giggling throughout the flesh-halls of his depraved realm. He had tasted sweet desecration and, like a child who had savored the first taste of honey, could only obsess for more. "In time, my dear friend, in time there will be more worlds."

"But yes, to the matter at hand." He glanced at his assembled, "A situation report of our status is required, what is the headcount of our soldiers? The numbers of our fleets? Lay bare the logistics of my realm so that we may know where we stand."

Darth Voracitos | Gunnr Zambrano | Taeli Raaf | Ahani Najwa-Zambrano
Saryn Naberrie | First Sister | Zeptepi Zambrano ​

 

[Gunnr Zambrano]

“Madness no, prudence of timing and support, pi sezi.” Leaning back against her husband’s throne-arm, Gunnr’s hand rose and triggered holo-projectors to display graphics of Malsheem and its’ denizens. From citizens in taupish grey to the vibrant crimson of the Zambrano family and retainers, Malsheem became a kaleidoscopic array of colours. Shifting sands in the worldcraft they ruled. She ruled, sitting alone at her husband’s right hand where their home and the security of their family was concerned.

“Malsheem hails with over eighteen million Eternal Rule Cultists. Our Gelian Sentinels measure nigh ten million strong. The New Sith contribute a tidy fifty thousand, which I would suggest is a number worth improving only if those Sith are worthy of our mission and call. Of those initiated, much fewer survive to the point of membership.” What did the lives of those failed potentiates matter to her? They were indiscriminate numbers, until they proved themselves worthy of further attention. Attention such as those present, individuals all and well earned of the inner circle. Gunnr’s eyes gleaned over the assorted crowd. To First Sister and Zeptepi Zambrano , a Zambrano she knew only casually, biding time before the girl would meet her beloved sons. A concubine’s offspring, Pom’s girl, versed enough in Dathomiri magics Gunnr felt caution when considering her boys. Perhaps Girak-Kaine and Magnus Cadera would desire to meet their half-sibling, perhaps Raya.

One glance shared with Ahani Najwa-Zambrano and Gunnr knew emphatically Raya Najwa Zambrano would not be a beneficial choice to spend even more time with the girl. Often the repair bills were much too high.

“Our retainers number in the thousands, as do my House Fitz-Kierke retainers. The Ri Ntima Irza are of copious numbers in my own keep.” Gunnr’s personal guard, hulking Panathan warriors trained to religious fervour to protect and battle for Gunnr and those worthy of her protection. Accurate numbers were not given, but for the tens of thousands of beds spaced near the heart of the Zambrano’s personal territory. “Our home navy consists mostly of warships and corvettes, enough support vessels to accommodate the health of the fleet. This constitutes a further few hundred thousand naval officers and crew. I would prefer if we could be truly self-sufficient in concern to food supply and potable water. Our technological capacity to recycle is high, but variety of food is a large part of morale, thus I’ve instituted an increase in aeroponics and livestock for those who earn the privilege of more tasteful meals.”

While not of combative import, Gunnr’s mind drifted often to quality of life for those in her domain. She could do no else, it was as part of her as the olive tint to her freckled skin, the proud bearing of a matriarch. So often it was such seemingly minuscule things, which could turn the tide of populations. And now, entire planets of populace would need to be sourced, to ensure the dietary absorptions of Darth Voracitos . Gunnr recognized a few dozen bleating mutton would never do. Yet too, she recognized the beneficial salvage of knowledge, lore and artifice which might endure thanks to Taeli Raaf , the necessity to salvage more than power. Not all rule could be of fear. Thus, Darth Carnifex was the feared and hallowed Eternal ‘God’, and his wife could bear warmth of a sort. A discernment toward the individual desires of those worthy to note, or the more communal necessity of others underneath them. Let no one say they went hungry or unclothed under Malsheem's edicts. Contribute, and receive.

Carnifex was ever incapable of such affections, beyond the glint in cold and distant eyes in their private moments.

“More of my House’s forces remain on Panatha, including my grandfather’s fleet. They can be recalled in their thousands, although I am not want to leave our home-world unprotected. My siblings' forces can be brought to bear, another near million, but it would take time to bring them to the course of the battlefields.”

Saryn Naberrie

 

[Saryn Fitz-Kierke]

Saryn gently spoke up. "I've also been calling in a few favours I've earned during my travels. I'm in contact with at least several dozen highly experienced bounty hunters. Not exactly a military force, but useful to keep on the payroll. The galactic underworld is ripe with opportunities to acquire needed supplies and potentially expand our influence.", he said, with a gentle nod. Sure, he might be one of his master's doted upon concubines, but he had other uses. He hadn't just been enjoying himself in all those nightclubs and fancy parties, after all. He'd been listening, making contacts and currying favours.

"An arrangement to consider would potentially be reaching out to the Hutt Cartel. They've experienced a large loss of influence compared to their glory days, and I know for a fact they'd be quite eager to reclaim such. An offer to them might be a useful way for us to acquire a useful pawn and also carry out some of our financial operations away from the scrutiny of our rivals."

Gunnr Zambrano
Darth Carnifex
Darth Voracitos
First Sister
Zeptepi Zambrano
Taeli Raaf

 

[Zeptepi Zambrano]

E D I T E D

The young Zambrano fought amongst a sea of relations for her Father's grace, that he might pass to her a journal to study from time to time. While the hall of holocrons rests ever open to her or anyone here, she inherited her Mother's nostalgia for the of ways. In one's journal, the most minor of details was recorded, where as such might be overlooked in information stored within a holocron; one might not realize such a minor detail were missing. A journal is typically written by Sith far older than those capable of creating a holocron. In fact her Mother did have a way of seeing to the expansion of her education, as her Mother was taught firsthand, that their daughter's genetic beaut did not go to waste. Zeza studied everything, and she did so constantly from the moment of her first memories to today.

Likewise she followed what there was to know about everyone among her family. The gossip, the official roster. Her family name history. She knew of everyone who slept under the security of the kindred banner, every face, that she could spot the presence of an assassin. That and more she drank up with a longing to belong. As one still young, she was not mature enough to keep tabs on their god's interests.

She lived under his roof among family for fourteen years, progressed to become the Pillar of Education, a Captain and a Sith Crusader among the Order. To simply dwell in the shadow of her Father's presence is perhaps all Zeza cares most about....

...on the outside.

So much went on behind that the scenes, of which the parental figures would never discover. The children live in a secret society. All eventually graduate away, like Jocelyn had, matured and grew out of wanting to know the secret goings on, or simply discovered a greater interest in the opposite sex than they had for mischief.

Just last night the kids had gotten together as they always do, by way of the secret passages, and discussed what they would do if one of these serious events ever got too boring or stuffy for a teenager's tolerance. Afterall, life is about ME! The topics included, "Everything can't be as serious as the Sith make it out to be! No parent, even ones so great, must not be allowed to control EVERYTHING! They can't force us to feel what they tell us to!"

Zeza noticed the subtle glance cast in her direction, as if suspicious. Then it fell upon Raya. She quelled the beginning of a smirk. Zeza saw to it that they would stand a little distance apart, so as to support the illusion of their innocence.

'Dear Head Mother, sometimes those boys you smother sneak out while you're sleeping too!'

The group had a knack for blaming everything on Raya. Zeza would practice controlling her force signature to hide the fact that she would lie. Raya was innocent even when she was guilty, and Zeza knew everyone shall always forgive her. In her heart however, Zeza sought out a Potion which could perhaps grant Raya some time to gather her thoughts.
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