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Faction TSE // What We Do In Darkness



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Ortuvessa
The Veinara Shroud
Unknown Galactic Position
867ABY

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The multiheaded figure of the Worm stood on the balcony of his palace; three meters tall while the double sun of the Ortuvessa System glinted off his many masks. His black cloak contrasted the much smaller crimson cloak of the figure next to him - who's staff carried the iconic imagery of the Sepulchral. Between them was more power than most Force Users could possibly conceive as possible - the all powerful essence of the Emperor, and the terrifying precision of his compatriot. Only as the two suns rotated in their position in the early morning sky did the Worm speak;​
"It is time we call upon the worthy."​
"Those who survived the schism.", a woman chimed in after the dulcet tones of the regal man before her.​
"Those who learned the lesson imposed upon them.", a man of a higher tone brought forward.​
"Your will be done, my Master. Sepulchral Wayfinders shall carry your message. When they arrive, they shall learn the future of the Sith as you have decreed it."​
"And they will know our destiny. Go, now, see that my children come home."​
And with that, the Sepulchral Priest nodded - his cracking corpse like skin twisting ever so noticeably into a smile before they turned and moved toward the exit. There remained the imposing figure of the Worm - who's empty eye sockets watched over the grand intoxicating world before them. Ortuvessa, the last bastion of the Sith; lost for millenia, and built over the last 800 years as the womb of the new empire. Here they would establish the future for the Sith, and in turn; change the very nature of the Galaxy.​
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Remnants of the Sith would receive the message intended for them. Wherever they were, whatever it was they were doing; the Sepulchral Wayfinders would approach them much as the Worm would have. In their solitary privacy, the Wayfinder would appear through the Veil - passing onto them the message intended for them. They are invited to the future of the Sith - a homecoming for the future, a continuation, an evolution of old ideals freed from the transgressions of nationalistic Imperials or Jedi Predation. A place of comfort to strike out at a whim; to find safety in the new Veil.​
Those who denied the request would recieve nothing but a shameful nod - and then nothing. What was there would be no more; and there would be no evidence it ever was; but for those who accepted, the Wayfinder would serve as their astronavigational protectors. The Veinara Shroud had hyperlanes so tumultuous that no standard form of hyperdrive would allow entrance; only the predictive nature of the Sepulchral, working in tandem from both Ortuvessa and the ships in question would work. Fleets would began to break free of the wards and force protections put in place, and the new capital of the Sith would soon find its orbit filled with the powerbase of a number of well known names.​
Notably, those of the Kainite, the Acerbitas of Maliphant's personal fleet, and a wide variety from there in.​
Once brought to the planet, the Sith would be brought to the Palace; a massive black obsidian pyramid known simply as Khartsis - home of the Worm Emperor, the Sepulchral, and the Dark Council. Within, its walls were black as its exterior, but golden cracks lined every wall and surface. Where the cracks were not, golden inscriptions of ur-Kittat and Sith magics were carved deep; giving a glimpse at the planetary opulence the Sith had managed to maintain. A planet who had not seen war in 800 years was more than any other planet in the galaxy could claim now - and it showed in its development.​
Many would be brought to the Throneroom - a massive room with huge vaulted ceilings. Statues of the greatest sith to ever exist lined its walls - while art from across the galaxy broke into the areas between them. Chairs and tables were all about - and at the head of it all was the oily black stone of the Emperor's chair. Upon it was the great Worm, three meters tall with electrum masks - next to them, the crimson robes of a Sepulchral priest. The priest whispered to the many masked god of the Sith, while the others entered.​
There would be time for them to acclimate, to discuss with one another - before the Worm would speak to them as a group. Once the many came, once the many saw the new foundation they sat upon. It was from here they would decide the fate of the Galaxy; and the new course of the Sith as a whole.​

 
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"We are approaching Consecrated Ortuvessa, Lord of Lords."

The raspy voice emanated from a robed figure on the edge of the Dark Lord's sight. He turned His head to regard the creature, baleful yellow eyes staring menacingly at the diminutive ghoul. They, for the Dark Lord was unable to discern their gender through the heavy bandages and emaciated figure, came to Him without warning. From their mouths annunciated an invitation beyond the boundaries of known space, to a place where even the light of civilization projected no warmth.

It stunk of the Worm, but the Dark Lord was curious and eager to see what awaited Him at the end of this journey. Assembling an entourage of other Sith and chroniclers, the Dark Lord set forth on the path to the dark presence that lurked beyond the perception of men and alien. No coordinates were used to chart the way, as the strange messenger guided the vessel through instinctive navigation alone.

It was impossible to say how far they had traveled, or in what direction. The Crestfallen, the Dark Lord's personal vessel, made so many twists and turns along their journey that it was difficult for even the most seasoned astrograph to keep track. All that He knew was that their destination was known as Ortuvessa and that they were quickly approaching. The other passengers braced themselves as the Crestfallen decelerated out of hyperspace, the vast void of space rushing up to meet them as the incandescent starlight bled away.

Straight ahead was Ortuvessa, for nothing else could match the sheer reverence that the hooded figure spoke. It shone like a glittering jewel, a world untouched by the conflicts of the galaxy for well over eight hundred years. The Dark Lord sensed the power awaiting Him down below, a power that was of similar scale to His own. It could be none other than the Worm, that multi-faced horror that He had met personally on a decrepit mining facility over half a year ago.

As the Crestfallen skated along the Ortuvessan skyline, the Dark Lord drank in the majesty of the dark world. Much like Coruscant, all that He could see was an endless cityscape of indeterminate depth. It was like an artist had taken a painting of Coruscant and wrought from it its dark mirror, a world of shadows rather than a world of light. Ahead was a massive pyramid, the centerpiece of all the wonder of Ortuvessa, and so the Crestfallen descended to land at the foot of the great monument.

Emerging from the shuttle, the Dark Lord and His retinue were greeted and guided into the monolithic structure. Soon they were herded into what could only be the structure's throne room, seating arranged for the entire group and many multitudes more.

It appeared as if they were the first to arrive.

Carnifex strode forward, confident and bold, to stand before the Worm Emperor. No words were exchanged, not immediately anyway, but they stared at one another with the intensity of colliding continents.

It would be the Butcher King who broke the silence, "Who else will come?"


 


In his usual fashion, the Worm did not move from his spot nor did he even seem to acknowledge Carnifex and his cadre. There was something distinctually human about a greeting - something the corpse like Sepulchral in highly gilded robes would offer, a deep bow to show their respect for the Once Emperor - but the Worm would offer nothing so humanizing. Multi masked, his every movement and nature was distinctly departed from the confines of mortality; a small inkling of who or what they truly were.​
"Many and more, Darth Carnifex, but I would not concern yourself with such.", the Worm offered lightly in his regal tones.​
The Sepulchral High Priest next to the throne strode forward, his skin stretched tight already before an even tighter smile grew on decrepit features. His voice was dust, ashy and forced through the dark corruption that permeated his body - but his words were clear enough to be understood in High Sith;​
"Darth Carnifex, we've been waiting for your arrival. Dark Council member, Leader of the Asha-Kurrat, Darth Vornskr has requested a meeting with you; if you would be so kind to indulge him.", the priest offered, taking another low bow before motioning to a door nearby.​
Its obsidian nature retracted into the walls nearby as the seal was broken; and from the portal entered a masked figure - broad and massive, helmet covering the entirety of his face. There was no mistaking the presence of the creature behind it thought; intimidating and dark, a presence so foul one could smell the Dark Side on the air itself. Greatsaber hilt on his waist, it swayed slightly as he strode the distance between them.
When the mask would retract, Carnifex would be greeted by a face far too familiar. Something lost long ago, now found again before his very eyes.​

 

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It was not merely the powerbases of Sith Lords alone arriving above Ortuvessa. Grand Moff Decimus, one of the last high ranking officials of the former Sith Empire, had wisely relocated his fleets, armies and financial wealth away from Sith space before the collapse had occurred, having a remaining force of troops stripping his former territories of any useful resources before they might be claimed by the New Imperials. When he had received the invitation to Ortuvessa by his former emperor, Carnifex, he did not hesitate to answer his call. He was, after all, forever loyal to he who had granted the once aged and wizened Separatist super tactical droid new purpose, and aided in his ascendance to his new superior form.

Decimus arrived above Ortuvessa in a display of his military power to impress his new allies. A sizeable fleet escorting his flagship, Malevolence, arrived in full force in orbit over the planetary capital, casting a shadow over the already dark city below. When Decimus made his way to the surface, he had no need for a shuttle, instead soaring down with his own rocket boosters, escorted by a contigent of several dozen of his own Carnifex-class Dark Troopers.

When they made landfall at the Khartis, he and his escort were guided inside by the Worm Emperor's dignitaries. They were guided into the Worm Emperor's throne room, the procession of intimidating droid troops separating into two lines at both sides of the chamber, standing vigilantly. Decimus himself approached the Worm Emperor, and his master Darth Carnifex, politely bowing his mechanical head towards Carnifex. "My liege."

Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex
Aspect of Passion Aspect of Passion
 

The collapse of the Sith Empire and the Eternal had been a loss to many who had stood with them in the past, but not all. Desperation was a fertile breeding ground for those who knew how to use it to their own benefit. While so many acolytes and knights of the Sith sought new guidance, Sharan had been there to offer it to them. To them, she was their new beacon of Sith knowledge and philosophy. They followed her; first for the teachings she offered, then simply because it was her. Subtle manipulations, over time, had created the belief that she was chosen by the Sith'ari itself to share its teachings. A being who was not Force sensitive, allowing her to know all the Force was without her knowledge being distorted by the unreliability of personal experience.

It was all a lie. Their loyalty was nothing more than a tool. Sharan was not touched by the Force like her followers were, but having those Sith at her beck and call was a satisfactory alternative for the time being. Until one day when she could forge that connection herself.

That influence over over others had been enough to find herself on Ortuvessa now. Flanked on all sides by those strong in the Force, Sharan strode into the throne room as if she was just like any other powerful Sith. She was clad in lavish robes with red gemstones and golden details, complimenting her amber eyes, while her followers were dressed in plain black, painting a clear picture. Those who surrounded Sharan were wholly subservient to her.

"A fine day," the woman spoke as she made her entrance. She was far from the quiet and patient woman she once was. Her poise carried power, now.
 


Where some appeared with small ships for the sake of speed, Maliphant appeared upon the Ortuvessa with a fleet of his own; aboard the flagship Acerbitas. An updated flagship of the Lussk's Sith Empire, and now an expression of Maliphant's power. With it came ships and resources of Jaeger Solutions and the IGBC, all orientated less for combat and more for the direct expression of strength. To impress those who arrived, who would look up and see not only the latent defense fleet of this new Sith - but the powerful pressure of Darth Maliphant, overlooking it all.​
"Many are arriving now, Darth Maliphant.", the Sepulchral Wayfinder said with a bow - the transport they were given taking them directly to the new palace.​
Maliphant simply sat, legs crossed, sensing through the Force at just what depths this planet seemed to hold. A jewel hidden away, untouched by nearly a millenia of war, with more Sith and people than he could possible have imagined be out here. The infrastructure was immaculate, the very nature of their architecture showed the strength of this previously unknown people - but Maliphant was not impressed by that, as even those things were paled by the true strength of this place.​
The so called Asha-Kurrat; the Force Order of this new Empire. The sheer collective Force pressure of their Order on the planet was intoxicating, impressive, and dangerous all at once. While he was proud of his academy, this place held in its depths a Force Order that had known almost no equal since the One Sith; collected out of sight from the galaxy at large.​
For what it was, they demanded his attention if not his respect. They would earn his respect after the meeting, he was sure, but for now he had to be wary of this proposal, of these new people, of whatever it was that stood before him. His hand reached over slightly to grasp the hand of Srina Talon Srina Talon - his lover and confidant, a rock in the dark storm before him.​
While she didn't love the Worm, she was a powerful ally to have in a gathering of Sith. He found comfort in knowing he wasn't alone - a feeling he was rather unfamiliar with. Now, as they landed and were taken to the throne to glance at all those gathered, he couldn't help but appreciate that he had not held onto that jaded expression of power he had years before. Being alone and strong was good - but being together with one you could trust entirely was better.​

 
A single almost odd figure would look out of the viewport of the fighter he was in mismatched eyes looking down at the planet curiously a bored grin on his lips. He had heard rumors from his sons lover about this event and had followed Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex to the event after all his families future was tied to the Sith for better or for worse. As such the craft set down on the outskirts of the town and Aedan leapt from it landing easily he reached into the cockpit drawing out a bottle of booze before he started up the road whistling a soft tune as he did so. Around his neck rested a chain with a ring that pulsed with the force the aura of fear from it almost reassuring the man as he strode forward. His signature long coat seeming to barely brush over the ground with each step.

Finally the self proclaimed Pirate King reached the door to the throne room and used the force to push it open striding calmly into the room almost as if he felt he truly belonged there. Stopping just inside it he allowed his pale violet and golden eyes to observe the room before he pulled the cork out of his bottle of rum and took a drink of it. Shrugging he wandered to stand in the shadows of a pillar a savage grin on his lips even as his eyes gleamed brightly looking over the room. For years it felt at this point Aedan had worked with the Sith sometimes subtlety in the background other times in a more grandoise manner leading fleets for them. Fleets that unlike the Republic he had never out right stolen. Maybe taken a ship here and there as payment but never stolen the whole fleets. He looked around the room noticing familiar faces spread around the room not seeking to speak to anyone just continuing to whistle along to a song only he knew.
 


Darth Vornskr?

Surely it was a jest.

But the moment Darth Carnifex's eyes turned to settle on the newcomer, He knew that it was not.

Heightened senses would sense the sharp rise in heart rate, detect the faintest perspiration that dripped down the Dark Lord's brow, and the shortening of breath as two wholly identical presences in the Force suddenly met. When the helmet was removed so too was all doubt, mirrored eyes staring back into the other as the identical giants moved to stand opposite of one another.

Kaine Zambrano was staring directly at Kaine Zambrano.

Long ago, when the embers of the One Sith still smoldered in the galaxy's heart, the Sith Lord Darth Vornskr had assembled to his side a host of alchemists and sorcerers to perform a never-before-attempted ritual. It had been performed on Coruscant, the then capital of the declining One Sith state, within the pyramidal fortress of the former Voice of the Dark Lord. The ritual was considered extremely dangerous, almost suicidal with the number of unknown variables present, but Vornskr stubbornly proceeded.

By the ritual's end, Vornskr had been bombarded with strange and nebulous energy. The very act metaphysically split him; two halves created in a vibrant burst of blinding light. One half continued to call itself Vornskr, having possessed portions of the original Kaine Zambrano's personality that cultivated creation and restraint, while the other assumed the name of Carnifex and embodied destruction and rage. This act of separation was kept secret to all save for the indomitable Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis , who swore to keep this secret in perpetuity.

Carnifex would rise as the dominant of the two halves, His intense hunger to manipulate life and dominate the will of others leading Him to rise to the head of a new Sith Empire. The other half became preoccupied with exploration and discovery, growing more and more distant from its identical half. Eventually, Vornskr was tasked by Carnifex in exploring several of the outlying satellite galaxies that surrounded their own, but disappeared five years into the project and was never heard from again. Writing off Vornskr as a loss, Carnifex would continue on His path of conquest and death that led Him to this very moment.

Now, the two halves were reunited.

More different than ever before.

Carnifex had stripped Himself of His humanity, driven by an insatiable hunger for power and control. In time, His ferocious rage had pushed the limits of His empire to their breaking point, and as a result of His rampant cruelty, a schism erupted among both the Sith and the Imperials. Although unknown to Carnifex, Vornskr had not perished or gotten lost in his long absence but had instead discovered the Sepulchral during one of his forays. The Sepulchral took him in, instructed them in their ways, and had elevated him to among the Dark Council of the Worm Emperor.

As the Sith Empire disintegrated, Vornskr counseled the Worm Emperor to seek out his other half and persuade him to join the cause. Though having initially failed, their efforts nonetheless brought Carnifex directly to where He needed to be.

"So, this is where you've been hiding," accused Carnifex.

"No," replied Vornskr, "Not hiding, learning."

The cadences in each of their voices were virtually identical, although Carnifex's was entirely devoid of emotion while Vornskr's lacked the implied ferocity. They circled around one another, their eyes never breaking from staring into the other. "I have spent many years learning at the feet of the Sepulchral, and through them, I have been enlightened to the truth. A truth so foundational, that your heart can never turn back once I have shown you.." Carnifex's eyes narrowed, for He had heard this rhetoric before. "And what truth is that?" What has the Worm been whispering in your ear?"

Vornskr smiled and chuckled, though there was no mockery in the crease of his lips nor in the glint of his eye. "You misunderstand. You've only understood the galaxy in terms of subjugation, but that is not your fault. It is the fault of our separation. Through the teachings passed down to me through the Endless Lineage, I can show you what I learned. Together, we will grasp the power that you have been seeking for so long, but only when the union is again restored at the Great Convergence."

Carnifex briefly closed His eyes in thought, the words of His identical counterpart echoing in His mind. Through the connection that they shared, that of two halves of the once united being, He knew that His mirror spoke truthfully. Once He had resisted the temptations of the Worm, but now He saw that this was the only path forward to achieve what He had been so desperate to achieve. He could see now that this was His destiny, the only destiny that existed.

"Then let it be so, my other half." Carnifex then turned to look at where the Worm stood silently, all-knowing and elusive.

"Let it be so."



 
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She was genuinely surprised her request to travel with carnifex had been approved by him, this trip would be one of many things she would start meticulously recording and writing down. The start of her great journey as not only a keeper of history but a direct witness to it all, she wasnt given many rules at all which was a surprise but she was to not bother the other sith that would be joining this meeting. Stardust looked at her helmet within her hands and lifted it as she placed it on lekku armor locking in place as she looked over her notebook yes a actual physical paper notebook and her holopad she had as she took a breath and let it out calmly. There was a hint of excitement from stardust but she remained calm outwardly

Looking out as they began to revert to real space she brought a pen out and started writing quietly. It looked some much like coruscant yet at the same time it was something she had never seen, the power she felt as they grew closer rivaled only that of the dark lord who she traveled with, no doubt truely she was about to witness the gathering of powerful dark forces that spread chaos

Chaos in which she would watch unfold

As they landed and began to disembark stardust stopped and looked upon the massive structure they were being guided to, with a quick wink she snapped a photo of it with her visor and then began silently walking with the group once again. As they entered star moved off to find a point where she could hear it all and see it all before she took a seat and sat silently while recording and writing down her own thoughts

<this meeting will be unlike any I've seen before, the power within this room is almost visible and the darkness would choke out any weaker being...truely this is a sight to behold>

Each one that entered was recording down both by media and by writing on her notebook, after a bit no one else entered for the moment so she turned her attention back towards carnifex as she noticed door open and he began to approach it, out walked another being of power rivaling no on par with carnifex. Eyes narrowed behind that T visor before her eyes went wide seeing just who it was as she feverishly wrote

<impossible!!!! I see with my own eyes two of kaine Zambrano! Yet the other looks so different so...not like a massive brute? No wrong description. He has emotion I can feel it...two sides of the coin? Yin and Yang? By the force I am witnessing this and the energy I feel is just pure static...must ask this new kaine questions later when the opportunity arises...after I get permission from carnifex first yes yes>

She stopped writing for the moment and went back to silently observing
 

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Once upon a time she might have felt exceedingly small, nigh insignificant, existing amongst such a fleet. She could feel the strength of it in the very design. The sleek edges and the fact that the engines were entirely soundless. She couldn’t even feel the telltale hum of equipment through the floor. Now—It felt commonplace. The pale Exarch had been stationed on ships much larger and had often controlled operations from the bridge. This, was the new normal.

Rather than dwell on that she let her senses test the oblique ocean that rolled closer with every passing moment. It was hard not to languish in the simplicity of it. Trapped between the might that Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean held and what lay ahead—The abrasion, friction, was intense. It seemed to draw her closer. With every parsec she could feel herself slipping. Feel her restraint, the ice in her veins, threatening to break beneath such a call. She would have. Easily, were it not for her iron will.

Nothing controlled her. Nothing held her back. Not the man she loved—And certainly not this.

It would bend for her as all things did.

If it refused—the Dread Queen would, clearly, respectfully, and completely—Break it.

A familiar hand in her own drew her from her silent reverie and cruel eyes of molten silver flashed toward a certain Sith Lord. He dared. As no other would, or could, and for that she lifted his hand in silent reward and let her lips run briefly across the back of his knuckles. She was a static feature, born of stone, while Maliphant was a being of change. He adapted and grew in ways she could not fathom. Srina was an immovable monolith. She would always exist, it seemed, no matter his endeavor.

Even if she had to deal with that damnable Worm.

“Never alone.”, she spoke, unthinkingly, echoing his thoughts. Her words were devoid of emotion but he would know her better than that. The utterance was more than a slip of the tongue. It was a promise that she intended to keep, regardless, what lay ahead.

Srina remained at his side while they approached the Throneroom and allowed their fingers to remain threaded without care. Let them see. It wasn’t as if the gossipmongering children made it a point to keep their tongues from wagging. They’d been seen together all over the verse. Any Sith or Acolyte high enough in their indiscernible edifice of power wouldn’t feel the need to bat an eye. They were, as they were. Not even the Worm came between them.

“Here we are again.”

Again, at the behest of his contemptible Emperor. Srina was certain that the Worm knew what she thought, though, she cared not. She was present for Maliphant. Not, some lazy creature that needed to coalesce the Sith of the galaxy to get them to do his black bidding for him. “I wonder if we will run into Mr. Black this evening…”

Ah, Merridus Black. Such a pleasure. [x]

She might have gone on to finish her sentence, however, a familiar presence striding into the room caused her head to turn sharply. Like a hawk or some other bird of prey. There was no subtlety to it. If her presence had been chilly before it was only going colder now. Aedan Miles Aedan Miles .

The last time she'd laid eyes on him he'd thought to challenge her on behalf of his milksop Mandalore. On a dragon.

Silver eyes narrowed.

 
Breaker of Chains
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Had it been any other time, any other circumstance, Alisteri would have thrown the Wayfinder out of the nearest airlock. The Worm Emperor and his Sith Eternal had begun the Sith Schism, had led to the downfall of the Sith Empire as a whole, and now the Worm was calling. Were it not for the excited faces of his cult, eager for a return of the Sith or at the very least a new home, he would have eliminated the Wayfinder the moment that it had revealed itself to him. He had no use for traitors and heretics. In truth he was surprised that he had received anything at all, his own power and experience far too weak to warrant such a message in the past. The false prophet must be desperate to summon Acolytes to this little meeting. He mused, his gaze having not left the Sepulchral Wayfinder since the journey to Ortuvessa began.

The masked Sith did not bring his cult nor his ship the Altorius with him though. There was no way that he was going to trust the fate and safety of his people in the hands of the Worm Emperor and its servants, not until he had ensured that this meeting was legitimate anyway. Instead he had managed to get a simple shuttle with a hyperdrive, just for him and the Wayfinder.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long.

The ship emerged from the hectic and dangerous journey through the Veinara Shroud, the planet of Ortuvessa sitting as pristine and solid as a pearl amongst the darkness of the abyss. What was around the planet though, made his eyes widen. This...this is not a small meeting... His gaze flickered across the various ships as his own vessel began to descend towards the surface. Entire fleets were here, more ships than he had seen in his life.

I wonder, when the Empire was falling, where were these ships and Sith to save it?

That thought made his gaze narrow slightly, but thankfully the distracting sight of the palace Khartsis drew away the lingering resentment and anger. It was oddly dangerous, for a building anyway, and he could almost feel the dread and despair radiating from it. The undeniable shiver that ran up his spine as the shuttle neared a landing zone made it all worth it though. The intoxicating feeling of the Dark Side, soaked into the very ground. He forgot how much he had missed it.

His first steps out of the shuttle were slow, deliberately so. For all intents and purposes he was out of his element. On a strange planet, dozens if not hundreds of ships above him, and the feeling of a headache beginning to grow as the full weight of the guests set in in his mind. The planet itself was hard enough to deal with, but the people gathered on it made his vision swim for a moment.

He shook his head and readjusted himself. This is no place to appear weak. Get in, maybe try and kill some of the heretics, listen to Lords prattle on, and then leave. Simple. Alisteri turned his gaze towards the palace ahead, idly sweeping over the crowd entering as he did so. Who am I kidding? This is the Sith and those strong enough to be counted among them.

There is no simple here.


The Acolyte took a moment to recompose himself, fighting off another growing headache in the process, and began walking towards the black palace.
 
To think her path would lead here.

Lirka had scorned the Sith for the vast majority of her long life, scoffed at their ideals: during her tenure as Moff feeling no fear in wearing her nigh-heretical ideas on her sleeve. She was proud. She was arrogant. A foolhardy zealot bound to the End of All Things.

But the Dark, in its eternal majesty, was cruel, unforgiving, and humbling.

For here she was, returning to the Cultist Sith: many of whom she had abandoned during her supposed “pilgrimage” during the end of the Empire’s life. A pilgrimage that had given little.

For while some came in elegant vessels, flexed the muscle of their mighty war machines, or presented themselves with the foolhardy pride of the Sith. Lirka had no such thing. She puttered to this world, a freighter that burned smoke and let parts fly to the wind as it barely made it to a landing pad. The creature that laid within was not in much better a shape than her ship.

She was humbled, broken: a zealot with no cause, an empress with no throne, a champion with no claim. She had it all once, wrapped around her metallic claws; but it was gone, dust that blew away in one swift moment. She had been a Moff once, nay, a Grand Moff. Her night was boundless, worlds buckled to her iron will, Moridinae burned under her wrath and its children warped to her evil whims.

Now? She was little better than a vagabond.

Her iron boots thudded on the metal, a wet crunch as she left one final insult on the vessel’s former captain. And the once proud Lirka Ka, First Empress of Thustra, Champion of the Dark, Desolator of Mordinae was presented in her full, shameful, glory.

The majesty of her dark plate was gone, the armor was burned and scarred from what seemed like dozens a battle: pocked, dented, scratched, and scarred by the weapons of her many enemies. Faded and torn remnants of the ribbons that so commonly flew freely on her holy armor sputtered pathetically in the air as she moved, and the fiery red plume that roared from the top of her helm was all but burnt away, enfeebled and its color stripped away. One of the mighty and jagged horns of that same helm had been broken away, lost to some distant battle in a foreign land.

Her steps were slow, deliberate, and poorly hid the truth: she was a tired monster, with so little left to lose. As she moved along, an arm hung loose and useless at her side with her ever distinctive blade locked to her back still: lacking much of its old sharpness, and splattered with the familiar sickly brown of old gore.

It was an eclectic assembly, she noted. And even more than before her shame bore down upon her: the injured beast among predators. While they all stood to show their power, their pride, Lirka stood in what could only be called a defiance of nature itself. Her pains and injuries, enough to fell a weaker sort, were ignored: the cruelty of the Dark spat against. She was the void in the force, that unnatural thing: surrounding herself with the mightiest of the Sith.

She knew, somewhere in her heart, the Dark had humbled her down for being an attack dog once again. All things, those long long months, had led her right back here. Right back to the hated Sith, new faces or not it meant nothing. She was lost, with nowhere to turn but back to those whom she had despised for so long. It was almost a comedy, were it not so humiliatingly pathetic.

But even here, in this sick joke that mocked all of Lirka’s devotions before. She would stand, a broken beast, intent on forcing herself back to where she had laid before.
 
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This was Lady Moirai’s first venture out into the galaxy, technically speaking. After Vaylin’s success in separating from her darker half, the Sith Lord had been stuck in the Netherworld. Just a disembodied spirit, locked away as the denizens of the Nether sapped away at her dark energy. But Moirai had contingencies in place, knowing that should Vaylin ever find a way to regain control, she’d try and separate herself. It had almost killed the Zabrak, and the Sith wished it had been the result. But alas, Vaylin had endured and survived, thanks to the help of Kaalia.

Moirai’s time in the Netherworld didn’t last for too long though. Vaylin’s self-imposed exile on Mygeeto had already alerted the Kainite to the Sith’s absence. So when one of her Kraujas Arana informed Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex of their matriarch’s disappearance, the plan was put into action.

A body was brought into the Netherworld, as were the necessary sacrifices. Along with individuals strong enough to bring the ritual together.

Since then, Moirai had resided within the Malsheem. Having been torn from her original body, and placed in a new one, the Sith Lord required extensive rest in order to get back onto her feet. Training followed shortly after that, to become familiar with her new form and especially her wings.

Now she strode amongst Carnifex’s retinue, as the leader of the Kainite’s Dark Valkyries. Moirai stood at equal height to the Dark Lord, an amusing fact given her original Zabrak body was just barely tall enough to reach his chest.

Once they had landed and disembarked from the shuttle, Moirai took a moment to spread her wings. Not to their full length, but just enough to unstiffen and let them breathe a little. Even after all the training, it still felt strange having another pair of limbs that were effectively as large as you.

Moirai’s gaze swept everywhere as they were guided into and through the monolithic structure, until they were within the audience of the Worm Emperor. The matriarch’s eyes fell upon the being and simply watched. She had never spoken to him directly, only ever heard about others’ encounters. As the Dark Lord was guided elsewhere, Moirai’s attention turned to observe those that arrived shortly after them.

First was Decimus, a droid that Moirai was fairly familiar with having a presence within the previous Sith Empire. Someone who was still ever loyal to Carnifex, his entrance one of the more apparent with the number of Dark Troopers that had accompanied him.

Her attention turned to Sharan Maevel Sharan Maevel next, and her amusement was sparked by the short human. She walked with an air of authority around her, despite having no actual power within her. It amused and impressed Moirai, who was no fool to how influential the right kind of manipulation could be.

Next was Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean and Srina Talon Srina Talon , two individuals that Moirai wasn’t personally familiar with but had heard of. Though she paused for a moment, thought about it and realized that wasn’t entirely accurate. Once, many moons ago she had interacted with Maliphant. Back when he went by a simple name, for a simpler time. Where the only main worry was hoping to not piss off a certain Zeltron matriarch for smashing up one of her nightclubs.

Moirai grumbled something under her breath, annoyed by the memory she still retained from Vaylin stirring to the surface. To distract herself from that pest, she looked around again at those who had just arrived.

Aedan Miles Aedan Miles , the so-called ‘Pirate King’ strode in making his mark as he used the Force to open his path, only to follow it up with a swig of drink before taking his place in the shadows. Her eyes fell upon Stardust Solus Skirae Stardust Solus Skirae , someone who Moirai hadn’t directly spoken with before, but was familiar with her work as a Chronicler, one that Carnifex had approved to accompany them.

She noted the latest two to arrive Darth Strosius Darth Strosius and Lirka Ka Lirka Ka . The former of which she recognized as being a former student of one of the Sith Academies. One of the last few that had graduated and began finding his place in the Sith just as the empire was nearing its collapse.

Finally Moirai returned to watch what Carnifex had been occupied by. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of a mirror image to the Dark Lord. There was no look of surprise in her expression, but she watched with interest all the same.

 
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Darth Ophidia had recovered from many things. She had survived deep wounds, electrocution, starvation, and disease, but recovering from outright death was something else. Even with the safeguards she had placed in life, the Nether tugged at her essence and pulled her back into the pits of Chaos. Even now, as the Sith gathered in a new dark mass, she felt death's hand on her shoulder.

Success or death had always been her motto, her creed.

Never before had it realised itself so clearly.

But Darth Ophidia persisted.

In a form not quite corporeal, she strode in. Her ember eyes flashed from one familiar face to another, though she herself appeared as yet another dark-robed and hooded figure. She had never been one to hog the spotlight. Rather, she made good use of those who did. The ire they drew allowed her to work in the shadows, to preserve the truths of the Sith and weaken their enemies.

Such were the labours of the Sith Assassins.

To say she had been invited to this soiree would be a stretch; the dead did not have a mailing address. It was through the attentive ears of her acolytes that she had found her wayfinder. They beseeched her to meet on their behalf, just as they reached out to her to pass the ways of the Assassins. They walked the path of the mysteries and shadows before them.

It was funny then to find a presence as familiar as that of Darth Strosius Darth Strosius .

He was promise incarnate, and she regretted to have died at such a crucial time in his training. Still, in her absence had grown stronger. Even now, Ophidia could feel his strength and the flashes of intent. Murder, ambition, regret, anger, hatred.

"You seem stressed, my apprentice. They will prey on your unease if you let them." She reached out with a translucent hand, seeking to touch his left shoulder. "Compose yourself."

It was not a comforting touch, nor was it aggressive.

"And watch, learn from their mistakes."
 
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Location: Throne Room, Khartsis - Ortuvessa, The Veinara Shroud
Arriving In: Ragnos Fighter/Interceptor
Equipment: FAE/A-09 Anti-G SuitX8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

A wisp of feeble mortality amidst an ocean of dark, torrential, and seemingly deific power.

A part of her wished she had stayed inside her interceptor, within the comfort of its cockpit where she could relax, entertaining herself with episodes of Keeping Up With the Perls and other trashy shows while awaiting his return. And yet, it would have been an insult for her to refuse His offer of joining Him at His side within the throne room. Having spent most of her life living within various military barracks, up until she came under her His attention, Seela Leini was dazzled by the sight of the opulent ecumenopolis, big yellow eyes wide with awe, much like the first time she had been allowed to enter the Sith'ari Tsosûtura on Malsheem.

While still quite exhausted from the rigorous journey through the Veinara Shroud, having helped escort the Crestfallen through the perilous nebula, the diminutive interceptor ace could not have felt more awake as she entered the throne room. She followed closely after the towering figures of her God and Darth Moirai Darth Moirai , walking in the shadow of the Dark Valkyrie’s massive, luminescent wings, which very nearly struck the tiny Twi’lek in the head on more than one occasion.

Seela immediately recognized more than a few prominent figures arrayed before the throne as she entered the room, eliciting a nervous swallow in feeling a sensation of disbelonging, she a mortal who relied on hyper-advanced technology to mimic a fraction of the power of the Gods and Goddesses within the room.

And yet, such power was not even the most dazzling sight set before her eyes.

The opening of a magical aperture immediately seized her attention, from within emerging a huge figure mirroring that the Sith'ari in stature. With a soft hiss of depressurization, the mask was shed from the being’s head, revealing His face staring back at her God. Disbelief initially colored the Twi’lek’s cyan features, refusing to recognize the veracity of her own senses. However, in witnessing Carnifex's reaction, she could no longer disbelieve what was borne out before her. It was all the strand-cast could do to contain herself, to not break out in fits of chanted ur-Kittât at the revelation or to claw her eyes out with her fingers, self-inflicted punishment herself for daring to gaze upon the affairs of a God. Such a savage, fanatic display might dishonor Him, not to mention humiliating herself in the process.

Even so, many questions wracked her mind. Was she to worship both? Would one fell the other? Were they different aspects of the same person? Or perhaps, just natural twins?

The voice in her head, His voice, fell silent in response.

Could this be a test of her faith?


 
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He had answered the call out of curiosity rather than zeal. When, in the depths of his own hiding he was approached by this “Sepulchral away finder,” naturally his first instinct was immediate groveling and praise but rather intrigued entertainment. It was hard, after all, to not be caught amused at the mention of a new Sith Order rising amidst the ashes of so many others. Over and over the cycle repeated, playing the same story into the same hands, only with different players and different landscapes. On some level he saw this coming - power begets power, and the Sith reveled in power like raiment.

He would see this story to its end. Though, with his acceptance too came his silent promise: he would not be a witness to whatever unfurled. After all, being solely a consort didn’t truly suit him, no matter how many times he had played the part throughout the years.

And so, in his own time, he made forth alongside this Wayfinder, bringing with him what remnants of the lost Empire that had dared to follow his drift between the ashes of what is and what once was. Those who had known the man before his forced evolution, those who had witnessed the metamorphosis of his form, and those who stayed ever worthwhile after it all. Telis still was host to all his thought and mind, though his belief that he could ever cut himself from the Dark side of the Force was all but shattered as he came to clutches with the power that burgeoned deep in his soul, almost threatening to become a Nexus for those that could feel the roil of him.

Telis’s journey to this new cradle was uneventful, his presence and name simply seeming to disappear from the galaxy at large. He put his life on pause to see exactly what now formed in the heart of this shroud, piercing through the labyrinth and arriving into the binary system of Ortuvessa, behind the mass of ships that too made their bids at power. From the seat of where he sat in the grand carrier, the Sith looked at the sheer fleet gathered with a glint in his eye. He was but one of perhaps hundreds, or thousands, now making a bid at a new life. Another pair of hands desperately grasping at greatness… he was truly an acolyte again, facing those trials he did all those years ago.

Now, here he was, sailing through the void to start the cycle again. Telis hoped to live long enough to see this attempt through to the end, though he couldn’t help but wonder as to how soon his mortality would eventually come up to bite him - he wasn’t hundreds of years old like most of the actors in the playing field. Hell, he was still trying to deny that he was in his 30s (though he would always say he was frozen exactly at 29… not that age mattered considering all things now).

Though, in his thought he barely heard the door open to the hangar that had been repurposed for him. It was only when he felt the shift in air that he turned a golden eye to the newest entrance, seeing the Captain of the vessel walking alongside the Sepulchral Wayfinder. After a brief pause the old soldier bowed his head, speaking plainly, ”Sir… we have arrived, and the shuttles are prepared for your transport.” Wasting no time, the man crept off, leaving only the Sepulchral Wayfinder with the Sith Lord.

Telis let a smile come to his mouth, muttering something beneath his breath before rising from his spot by the opening of the hangar, stretching and feeling his body shift, the ring forged into his metal claw causing his body to break down into a far more familiar shape. Shapes overtaking shapes, leaving him again as human, fair-faced and caught somewhere exactly between masculine and feminine. Turning to grab what humble belongings he had, throwing a cloak over his armor, the man took off after the Captain, saying to nobody in particular, ”Best not keep them waiting.”

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Telis could feel and almost smell the power of the Force within the Worm Emperor’s chamber, sending a deep pang of hunger through him in the presence of so much bitter anima. How easily he could drink deep of the essence, but he stilled his hunger, walking alone in the pathways to the chamber. Ortuvessa reminded him of home: the ecumenpolis sprawled in his mind’s eye like a hive, and the similarities between it and Coruscant were enough to make him both comfortable and on edge. This was a dangerous place, but a dangerous place where he could thrive. It was a banquet of potentia-

Telis stopped himself, shaking his head. It was all too easy for him to lose focus with all the somewhat youthful wonder of the place mixed with the heaviness of the air. His mind was practically swimming from the force of the Darkness, suppressing his own with his Art in order to still his nerves and keep his mind sharpened and crystallized. The click of his heels and the thud of his Lightstaff continued onwards monotonously, his cloak billowing behind his heels and his hood resting deep over his brow, shrouding him in shadow save for the glow of his eyes.

As he started to arrive off of the side hallways and into the main walkway of the congregation, Telis was immediately met with the mass of voices all traveling towards that single destination of meeting with the Worm Emperor. Out of the crowd of soldiers and Sith and rogues and assassins he couldn’t pick out specific faces and presences, but it all the better helped him disappear. He continued through the crowds unfazed, picking up pieces of conversation here and there as he moved through the dark, gilded hallway. Part of him couldn’t help but feel base with the amount of Sith and Sith-pursuant present, a small hiss building in his throat at the idea of being just “another face in the crowd.”

But he knew anonymity was a tool far more helpful than invisibility. His ego would survive.

Eventually, though, he passed through the greatest mass of the guests in the palace, stepping through a broad pair of doors and into the great edifice of the Throneroom. Taking a moment to let his gaze wander over the room before him, he couldn’t help but marvel at the scale of the place, silently offering his respects to the architects of this grand place. The sounds of the conversation briefly faded as he smiled, letting out the smallest of laughs at the room, before he let the hint of his true self fade, pulling his hood once more over his head and stepping past the circles of individuals.

Darth Aagenti kept his silent and somber walk past faces both familiar and new, his staff and greaves clicking against the floor as he allowed one direction to drive him: forward. This was an invitation to be part of something greater, and he could feel the energy of the room as others plotted and planned their own greatness in this place. But they spoke in their small circles, keeping themselves with those they trusted and those they knew and loved. The shrouded figure rather took his journey towards the foot of the throne of the Worm Emperor, past whichever eyes would or wouldn’t notice his humble approach.

Eventually, however far he was allowed to approach, Aagenti would find himself beside Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex and his double (he allowed the briefest of thoughts to enter his mind, the first being a question of which was the one he knew, and the second being if he technically had two fathers-in-law). He himself was minute compared to practically all others here, but he had the will to raise his eyes up to where the Worm Emperor sat, unmoving though threatening to drown in the power of the Force by the two grand conduits beside him. Though he didn’t lower his hood, his gaze burned through the dimness of his cowl.

With a voice that seemed utterly human and lacking power or presence beyond his own charisma and force of will, Aagenti addressed the Worm Emperor if left uninterrupted and to his own devices, saying above the noise of the room around him, ”And to what do I owe the honor of being propertied by this new Sith Order? I must truly be worthwhile to have been so namelessly invited to stand beneath this reverent council of my family, after all.” Despite his words, there wasn’t any spite or malice in his voice, his head bowing in respect to the Worm Emperor and to Carnifex, his staff planted on the ground alongside.

So begins the cycle anew.
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The walk to the palace was deceptively peaceful.

The crowd mostly stuck to their own groups on their way inside, making blobs of various sizes all along the path from the ships to Khartsis. Of course he had no one to walk in with, but the sight of other occasional loners on the way in was slightly comforting. At least I may not be the only odd one out at this gathering.

It was a small bit of solace, but better than nothing given how the pressure in the back of his mind seemed to increase with every step closer to the monolithic palace. His senses were never that good or developed, in terms of the Force anyway, but the distracting influence of so much power seemed to have an affect on his more physical ones as well. If the fact that someone had slipped up behind him without him noticing was anything to go off of as an example anyway.

The voice of his master stopped him in his tracks immediately, and the strangely cold hand on his shoulder kept him frozen in place. Even still, a bit of tension left his shoulders as he tried to find the resolve to speak. "....master?" His tone was one of disbelief yet underlaid with hope. It had been....well frankly it had been the better part of four years since he had heard or seen anything to do with his master. In hindsight it was understandable of course, although he knew not of her exact position within the Sith Empire her secretive nature had been obvious from the very beginning.

And yet despite the long war, despite the unlikelihood of it all, when he turned to look upon her she was there. Darth Ophidia Darth Ophidia , seeming even more impressive than the last time he had seen her. Alisteri was quick to clear his throat and nod, offering the specter a respectful bow. "O-of course master. I...apologize for being so obvious in my...erm, discomfort." He paused, his gaze running over her form. There was something...off about her. He chalked it up to the Dark Side playing tricks on his eyes and senses again.

"If I may be excused for my informality master...it is good to see you again. I am relieved to see that the tides of war did not claim you as they did so many others, not that I doubted you of course!" He idly berated himself in his own mind. Nearly four years of constant fighting and I'm still blubbering like a buffoon. I guess combat only strengthens the arms after all. At least he could count on his master being there to balance out some of the more...eccentric Sith. Hopefully, anyway.

"I must say though master...if I am to learn from the mistakes of those here..." His gaze drifted towards the palace, one of his eyes twitching as he felt his headache crawl back to edge of his focus. "Then I believe that I have a lot to learn."
 
The Inexhaustible


The Sepulchral lead the way.

From the ashes of the Old Empire, the remains of the defeated Chiss Ascendancy and the molten foundries of Mustafar, the whispering servant of the Worm had sought the last of the Empire's Grand Moff's, Thaelius and the enigmatic Decimus. He did not dare refuse the offer.

"We are arriving" The Wayfinder notified him, bowing politely and returning to the bowels of the transport.

The Chiss' red eyes burned with the fires of his former safe world, looking beneath him with almost the tiniest hint of satisfaction. Others had survived. He approached with caution, however. With his left hand, he smoothed the creases of his flowing white cape, straightened his pure white uniform and boasted his rank plaque. First impressions were everything, afterall.

The Grand Moff- former Grand Moff, that is- greeted the arriving guests with a nod, walking slowly, and precisely to the throne of his host, the Worm itself. The appearance of Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex was not foreseen. Neither was his clone. "My Lords"


 


The Worm sat silently upon the throne of oily black stone, letting the others meander and talk to their hearts content. With the sudden arrival of Darth Vornskr, the Grand Magister of the Asha-Kurrat, the Worm was given a brief respite from the prying attention of the masses at large - but eventually that would be broken. The Dragon Telis Taharin-Zambrano Telis Taharin-Zambrano - approached the throne before the others and looked upon the many faced God of the Sith with impunity - though through tone it offered nothing that would betray scorn or vile intent.

"You are worth your potential - nothing more and nothing less. We sit upon a precipice; one that demands exactly what you are worth. For all you are worth.", the Worm said as he stood - his form seeming to float upwards from the throne as the cloak that billowed around his body spread wide and flowing.

In full height and grandeur, the Worm's endless and unseeing gaze would descend on the group as his voice raised;

"For those gathered, you are to come and bear witness to a truth lost to our time. Know that the fall of the Sith Empire was inevitable - destined, to restructure our Order, burn the cancer from our growth, and to point us in the direction of the future. Where the Empire was doomed to fall - the Eternal was not the schism many assume, but a beacon for the next generation. The future of our growth."

As the Worm stood and began to proclaim his words, the balcony that surrounded the second level filled with the faces of Sith - some pure bloods, some near human, many others; but their golden eyes looked down upon the gathered masses like the brotherly stare of family; were it only so deeply cutting. Amidst them, corpse like visages of the Sepulchral, who's equally corrupted gazes were only discernable by the blackened eyes that surrounded the glowing irises.

"Here, within the Veinara Shroud, on the glorious planet of Ortuvessa - exists the last holdout of the old ways. This world you stand upon has been without war or strife for 800 years; built as another redoubt by the Sith Lord Sidious during his reign. While Exegol and the fleet would perish - Ortuvessa and the Shroud would continue on; and within its depths we have continued to exist. Waiting, watching, for the future we deserve."

"Now, it is you gathered here that are to be inducted - invited to the new era, as its crusaders, pilgrims, and leaders. We hold nothing back from you but to offer a home, a place among the true Sith of the galaxy, who have not lost their purpose or their sanity to the strength of the Dark Side. We invite you here to usher in the true goal of the Sith; away from the prying eyes of the Galaxy at large, to be untested until it is perfect for our last ascension."

"We offer you now, every dream and goal one could hope, a home for the new era - we only ask for trust, peace, and the secrecy our Order deserves; until we are to be tested in the light of the Force. Whence upon we shall spread far and fast - destroying the worlds that would test us, the mortals who deny us, and the Celestials who have bound us."

With that, many would stand - many on the upper levels would clap to signify their agreement, and in a flashy show of strength the sepulchral wandering the balcony would raise their staves in unison - creating a black cloud above the gathering that shrouded the art on the ceiling. Now only lightning splattered the once immaculate roof - both hiding everything behind it, and giving the foreboding nature of their evil plots.

 
The Sepulchral Wayfinder had not appeared to her as directly as it may have had to others drawn to the hidden gathering. When she had assumed her new role, she had cast enchantments to prevent such random and inconvenient sendings from reaching her in public. The poor Wayfinder had been diverted by her sorcery to a hidden facility of her power base operating on Coruscant, a guest of her followers until she could find some reason to leave Senate business for the day.

She had made the decision not to attend in person, busy as she was on Coruscant with the inquiries into the conduct of the New Jedi Order and the other duties of the Senate, but she would still attend this meeting of Sith. She had attached one of her familiars to the Wayfinder, so when he faded back to his origins, the familiar had traveled with him. Once on the hidden redoubt of the Sith, the raven had detached itself and she had assumed control over it, altering it to her own appearance and acting through it as though she was present instead of almost napping through another series of speeches in the Senate.

The Worm, as mysterious and grandiose as ever, was getting the meeting started it seemed, violet eyes taking in those in attendance already. She inclined her head politely to Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean and Srina Talon Srina Talon , while she was academically curious about the two Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex that were facing off with each other. Clearly Kaine had been up to something that he hadn't even shared with her, but that was fine. He still didn't know about exactly how far on Arkania her influence was spreading or what exactly she was up to on Coruscant. And it was good to see some colleagues such as Darth Ophidia Darth Ophidia and Telis Taharin-Zambrano Telis Taharin-Zambrano return, and she smiled appreciatively that Darth Moirai Darth Moirai had chosen one of her Kraujas Arana to inhabit.

The power of this hidden redoubt was impressive, and it would only grow as their power bases gravitated towards it and began spreading into the wider galaxy as a phantom menace.

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