Private To Sculpt Divinity

[Darth Strosius]

It wasn't often that any within the Order of Wonosa sent invitations, rarely even to those within their own ranks. Orders and deployments comprised the meaning and circumstances surrounding most travel and interaction within their miniscule and scattered spheres of influence. As such when not one but two invitations were sent to Korriban requesting a meeting with the Disciple of Faith Revna and the Lord Seer of Korriban A'Mia it was quite the unusual occurrence. What may have struck the receivers even more strange was that the polite yet curt message came not from Darth Strosius, but rather the apparently aptly named Councilor of Korriban.

The invitations would call them to a set of coordinates where the Cacophony laid in wait for their arrival, a Sventove Carrier which received the invited guests with a fairly warm welcome in spite of the remote location it sat in. A nebula riddled with asteroids, difficult to navigate and even more difficult to pierce with scanners and sensors. Yet nestled within a clearing between the throngs of rocks and space dust the Cacophony hung there all the same. Thankfully the carrier itself was more than happy to direct them into one of its empty hangars and away from any danger from their surroundings.

A small greeting party had assembled within the designated hangar amidst the regular activity of the crew, a group of Lorekeepers headed by the Councilor himself. Despite the glances that the hangar crew threw towards their guests, they didn't offer much in the way of interaction of attention. There weren't any guards to speak of present either. Another oddity given the clandestine nature of the Cacophony's positioning and the ship's purpose in general. Not to mention the presence of two of the Order of Wonosa's higher ranking individuals as well.

Revna Marr / Madrona A’Mia

 

[Revna Marr]

To say that Revna was surprised to receive an invitation from her own Order, would be an understatement. Especially when the invitation was sent to her while she was staying on Korriban, attending to other matters and affairs that now needed her attention. Ever since her rescue and being reunited with her Master, she had split her time between serving Him where He needed her to, and her duties on the ancient Sith world. It was a tricky and time consuming affair, but she relished it. It felt good to be a part of something greater, something of importance, to her. And she was free now to do anything she wished.

Well, as free as her duties would allow her to be.

Revna opened the invitation within the safety and security of the garden that Caedes had built for her, knowing full well that no one and nothing would be privy to the information contained therein. It was a brief, polite, but curt invitation…sent by none other than the Councilor of Korriban.

Revna’s silvery-black brows drew down in a curious frown. Why would the Council of Bogan be sending her an invite to meet at a specific set of coordinates? It must have been important to warrant such a thing, and so Revna finished up what was left of her matters and delegated the rest, before adorning herself in something more appropriate for meeting with a Council member: a flowing set of Sith robes, adorned tastefully in red and gold stitchings and ur-Kittat scrawl. The colors of the King, as well as her House. It was the only outward sign that she wore that connected her to the throne of Korriban, as well as to a Sith noble house. And unless someone knew any of this, the weight of her station was likely to be overlooked. Just as she preferred; she was not one to flaunt her status unless it was necessary, nor did she advertise her rank within Korriban’s royal halls.

Upon reaching the shipyards of Vardin, Revna was pleasantly surprised to find the Lord Seer, A’Mia, there as well. And even more surprised to learn that she had received an invitation by the Councilor of Korriban too. Something was certainly afoot - especially considering that both Revna and A’Mia had connections to the Prophet of Bogan, Darth Strosius.

Revna almost inquired to her Father what the summons was about…but something told her that maybe this was something He wasn’t aware of. Otherwise, He would have been the one to summon her and the Lord Seer. She wasn’t exactly thrilled at doing something that He didn’t know about…but she went anyway. There was likely a very good reason why Darth Strosius hadn’t been the one to call for her, or A’Mia.

Their travels brought them to a rather clandestine location, weaving in between astroids that were scattered throughout a nebula, an astronomical phenomena that concealed a Sventove carrier ship known as the Cacophony. Revna and A’Mia were met by a small greeting party once they had disembarked from their ship, a group of individuals that Revna recognized immediately as some of her Father’s Lorekeepers - led by none other than the Councilor of Korriban himself.

Some of the nearby crew members noticed their arrival, but didn’t interact with them - setting about their tasks with order and efficiency. Revna strode forward with a slight limp that she did her best to hide, side by side with the Neti woman that Revna had come to call one of her own as well. And it seemed that Darth Strosius, in His own mysterious and strange way, had taken a liking to the Neti as well. Though that was probably due to the fact that both of them had similar interests and seemed to get along well enough to tolerate each other’s presence.

Revna drew to a halt before the small entourage, and inclined her head in respect towards them, noting the lack of security anywhere nearby. Not that it was truly needed; she was in no danger here, not amongst her own. And she was well aware of the Neti’s capabilities, should she be threatened, not to mention that the Lorekeepers and the Councilor himself were dangerous and powerful in their own right. Revna was unconcerned, though she maintained a level of ambient alertness.

“Councilor,” she said in polite greeting, skipping the fluffy formalities as she cast a glance towards A’Mia. “We received the invitations. To what do we owe this visit? Will the Prophet be joining us...?”

Darth Strosius // Madrona A’Mia ​

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

There was something riding on the winds that morning. An inkling of something important to come, the kind of thing that most others would not or could not take note of. A'Mia though had a sense for that which would come to pass, an eye and ear for the subtle movements and signs in the Weave which indicated happenings of note. So the woman began her morning by fastidiously going through the motions of donning the stunning new armor that Darth Caedes had crafted for himself and those closest to him.

When the invitation came, the neti was therefore devoid of surprise and made her way to the shipyards at a leisurely pace. There, she reacted with true pleasure at the sight of Revna Marr — offering her hand in a warm gesture, the woman asked airily "You as well? I wonder what this is all about."

Though her prescience was indeed notable, even A'Mia could be surprised. One day, she aimed to surpass such mundanity but for now she moved within the Weave as spider reading the vibrations and tremors of that great web. These days, she'd even begun spinning fate in directions she saw fit. Her endeavors on Brosi were taking off, recent studies within Kor'ethyr laboratories had yielded promising results, and overall, the woman could feel that she'd entered a season of Spring in her life. Abundance and growth abound, the calling of ambition and collaboration promised new roots and a strong foundation for new power within her reach.

Upon their arrival at the clandestine locale, A'Mia subtly offered a steadying arm to her companion. It was a matter of principle, to lend strength where it was needed and in so doing, ensuring the overall wellbeing of her Grove. For her part, the neti followed Revna's lead— wide and curious eyes scoured every detail they landed upon, including the faces of crew members. Scrutiny which surely felt uncomfortable for some amongst them.

Though thoroughly armored, the woman had her helm retracted so her features were clear to see. The armor itself was so beautifu, form fitting, and flowing, that it offered her a regal but not overstated air. Though not yet ascended to rank of knight, nor in possession of the title "Darth", A'Mia carried herself with all the bearing of such. Silently, looming from the height of two and a half meters, the Lord Seer of Korriban awaited answer to her companion's question.

Darth Strosius​

 

[Darth Strosius]

"Lady Disciple, Lord Seer." The Councilor greeted the pair with a deep bow of his head, the Lorekeepers at his side offering a salute before performing the same gesture. "I'm afraid not, the Prophet is handling matters in Wild Space currently. Some governor tried to leak Sanguine Defense product blueprints and He thought it necessary to handle the leak personally." The rather clinical tone of Korriban betrayed a hint of grim amusement. He didn't need to specify what sort of handling that Darth Strosius would enact, but all could guess that it would be a rather messy affair.

"Do forgive the sudden invitation, but I thought it would be best to get you both up to speed as soon as possible. Please, follow me and I shall explain." The Lorekeepers left the Councilor as he gestured towards the door at the end of the hangar before moving after them towards it. "As you may or may not know, I am unaware what details the Prophet may have given you in regards to our latest venture, this vessel much like the rest of its kind is dedicated to Project Inductii. Loaded with cloning chambers and training facilities with which to rear a new generation of Wonosan soldiers and crew."

With the Lorekeepers still leading the way somewhat ahead, the door opened to reveal a wider hallway beyond it. One that seemed to be a hub for elevators and cargo lifts. "Nine genetic samples were taken and categorized into templates to serve as the basis for these clones. This ship, however is unique in its purpose. The clones aboard this ship aren't created using any of the nine templates that the rest of Project Inductii makes use of." Beyond the hall of lifts there laid another door which when opened revealed a glass corridor of sorts.

Visible outside these windows wasn't the vacuum of space or the nebula and asteroids around the vessel, instead it was cloning pods. Dozens upon dozens arranged in rows with various stages of growth for the clones within, most of them were entirely empty. The developing clones were unusual, many were misshapen and sporting various odd features such as bony wings or claw-like fingers. Their skintones ranged from ashen gray to pale, pallid tones. Some of them didn't even seem ro posses eyes of any note. "This vessel is dedicated to the cloning of the Prophet of Bogan, Darth Strosius."

Revna Marr / Madrona A’Mia

 

[Revna Marr]

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A small smile curled at the edges of Revna’s lips upon hearing that her Father was away dealing with a minor inconvenience somewhere else, and she had a pretty good idea as to how He was handling the situation. But that meant that He would not be present for whatever she and A’Mia had been brought to this vessel for, and it only heightened her curiosity further.

The Councilor of Korriban immediately set about explaining the reasoning behind the invitation, and fiery eyes traced the Lorekeepers as they moved ahead of the three of them, and the Councilor gestured towards a door at the end of the hangar. Revna followed along with the Councilor, listening intently as he divulged some information about a project that she knew her Master had been invested in: Project Inductii, as it was called. It was another thing she had become aware of at some point after her recovery time, as she was brought up to speed with the current happenings of the Order of Wonosa, and plans and ambitions of Darth Strosius.

Once through the door, Revna was greeted by another larger hallway, a hub for cargo lifts and elevators to access the rest of the ship. She took in everything, noting the places of each item or person in the vicinity, before casting her gaze back to the Councilor, listening as he shared information about the nine genetics samples taken to develop various clones to serve in various areas within the Order - but then he revealed that the ship they were aboard was not like the rest of the cloning ships.

This particular vessel was special.

The Lorekeepers and the Councilor brought both her and Lady A’Mia towards a series of windows that gave a view of clone pods beyond. Dozens of them were arranged in neat, orderly rows and from her vantage point she could see various stages of clone development within…but that was where things really appeared to be different.

Some of these clones were unique and unusual. Some were misshapen, missing eyes or other body parts, while some had bony wing appendages or clawed hands. All of them were pale, either ash gray or ghostly white, in skin tone. Revna’s eyes narrowed as her mind stirred with ideas of what this could be - and only a heartbeat later her silent curious thoughts were answered.

This ship was dedicated to the cloning of their Prophet. Or rather, the attempted cloning efforts.

Revna was very still as she gazed upon the various cloning pods, her gaze narrowing even further. Her Master had indicated to her that He had been looking to clone Himself, mentioning to her that it was being done in an attempt to restore Him back to full function.

But what she was seeing here…was beyond that. Something else was in the works, clearly, and no wonder why this particular ship’s location was kept so hidden away. She already had several powerful Sith in mind who would love nothing more than to get their hands on this, twist it to their own designs, or outright destroy everything. There was a strange ripple of sudden protectiveness that echoed through her Force aura; anything that had to do with her Father, be it furthering His ambitions, advancing His goals, or simply aiding Him in a task like this...was something she was keen to guard and protect.

"I had been made aware that He was looking into designing a clone to restore Himself but I sense that this is something...different." She cast a gaze towards A’Mia, eager to see and hear her ally’s reaction to such a sight. “I sense that this is right in your field of work, Lord Seer. What do you make of this?”

Darth Strosius // Madrona A’Mia
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