[TSO] The Circle Is Complete

Teynara Jeralyr · Mar 9, 2017

OOC Note: Any Sith Lords are welcome - tried to invite everyone I could think of, but if I've missed you, join us anyway.

One of the few populated worlds that remained within the Caldera, Ziost was an obvious choice to host a gathering of their kind. Once left stripped and barren of all life, an atrocity perpetrated by Tenebrae, the one-time Sith Emperor, it had slowly returned to something that perhaps mirrored the former glory it had enjoyed. Plants grew wild and uncontrolled away from cities of metal and stone, the latter bustling with people going about their daily lives. The Sith had returned to the Caldera to rule over them once more, but their presence did not sit as oppressive: the rule of law existed here, to the benefit of all.

Night had fallen, the stars visible against a dark sky that was only slightly hazy from the light pollution of the visible glowstrips that were used to illuminate the shadowy streets. Most were indoors now, rain threatening with a cold breeze that spoke of stormy weather to come, so few populated the streets, those that did invariably hurrying so as not to be caught outside when it turned inclement.

The conference centre chosen for the gathering was a modest affair - nothing as grandiose as might have been offered had Tirdarius elected to hold the meeting back home on Oricon - but was suitably sizeable, able to hold several dozen people in reasonable comfort. The chairs provided for rest were well-cushioned and able to be heated or adjusted per the wishes of the occupant, while refreshments might be offered by the servants hired for the purposes of the event. Much though our creed demands deprivation and austerity, my brethren are ever sticklers for their comfort. With [member="Darth Voracitos"] on the list of invited attendees, the banquet table had, naturally, been stocked with a wide variety of foods. Enough to feed a regiment, but a former Emperor must be offered sufficient snacks to get through the first hour.

Indeed, it had been the grotesquely overweight Lord that had suggested this, in some respects, back on Malachor: a gathering of Sith Lords, to be banded together in mutual alliance. They had been left to their own affairs for too long, in his mind: gathering resources, expanding their small personal empires, tending to their own business and leaving the other Sith to fend for themselves. Acceptable, but such has marginalised our kind to the shadows, when once we ruled vast swathes of the Galaxy.

If he had his way, that time would come again.

All of the Lords still alive and known to hold some allegiance to the Order had been invited, of course: a collection of warriors, scholars, artisans, businessmen, sorcerors and politicians. They who claimed the black robes and the title of Sith Lord ultimately spent their lives defending that right, and exercising the power they grasped at in a grip that only death might release. For them to gather now signalled a shift: if things went according to plan, they would enter as disparate colleagues, occasional rivals, but depart as components of the same vast war machine, ready to step forward in united cause to see the Galaxy fall to it's knees before them once more.

Something told him that the hope was more idealistic than the reality might prove. The others were known to agree on very little, so bringing them together was a risk. But one that needs to be taken. The stagnation of the Galaxy and the Sith that largely ignored it could be tolerated no longer. If everyone here has to be die to see the Sith emerge from hiding and take their rightful place, so be it. It wouldn't come to that, he hoped, but it wouldn't be the first time...

Darth Ferus · Mar 9, 2017

So many Sith, all called to one place. The last time they had been called, a disagreement that ended with the pair leaving. It was perhaps the least violent ending that could have occurred, but the odds of a disagreement of Lord's ending nonviolently here on this dark world were slim to none. Yet, Krest still found himself coming to Zoist in his own personal ship, and he found his way to [member="Tirdarius"] , the one who called.

For once the Zabrak was dressed in the black robes of the Sith. It wasn't his favorite article of clothing, but for what was to come it was important for him to accept his role for the first time since he had gotten it. A quick bow of his head would be offered to the Lorekeeper as he stepped in. "Perhaps this meeting will go better than the last?" It was wishful thinking, but for the future of the Sith in this galaxy, it was an important discussion to come.

Iron Knight Loarko · Mar 9, 2017

Disregard

Darth Carnifex · Mar 9, 2017

New Adasta, Ziost
The Stygian Caldera

The capital of Ziost was a gloomy foreboding place, huge spires of rock rose from vast canyons of darkened soot which in between lay the modern structures of the planet's surviving inhabitants. Many were still in ruin, still in despair from recent conflicts, but the largest and most important structures were still in good condition. One such building was the monolithic People's Tower that loomed over New Adasta like a tombstone, its walls lined with red lights that shone bright in the pitch black night.

A wedge-shaped shuttle emerged from the gloom, sailing over the tops of buildings until it neared the massive tower. It circled once, twice, and then gingerly landed on an explicitly recent landing platform that had been bolted into the rock itself and further secured by steel cables. Steam heralded the boarding ramp's slow descend and the Sith Lord's disembarking. A cloak and loose robe of faint lilac billowed in the nightly gale that swept through the rocky crevasses, the flapping of fabric and his heavy footfalls the only sounds he deigned to make as he crossed the landing pad's length and ascended the small series of stairs leading up to the flat expanse that bordered the structure.

No others followed him, he came alone to this most urgent of conclaves. But he did not come unarmed, his lightsaber dangled from the belt wrapped around his waist, and the Dark Side of the Force burned within him like a great roaring fire. All would know of his coming, would know of his power, but he was not here just to flaunt his own strength. He had come for the Sith, they were fractured by had already shown promise in reunification.

An Empire would rise in the Caldera.

[member="Tirdarius"]

Kamon Vondiranach · Mar 9, 2017

Leos had been hard at work within the Caldera prior to receiving the call. He'd known this was coming after their previous meeting that had been intended as a little party but had turned into something of a strategic planning session. Not that such wasn't what normally happened when the Sith got together. Well, to be fair there were usually two outcomes and that had been the better of the two. It hadn't involved bloodshed, after all. Regardless, he hadn't had to go far to make it to Ziost for the quickly called summit, and so arrived without too much flair on the world, descending upon the world as though not but a mere traveler.

So to would he find his way to the conference center, leaving his Vermillion Guard outside of it so as not to offend anyone's delicate sensibilities. Not that he truthfully needed them, but they did take their job quite seriously. Upon entering he found only three Lords current present: [member="Krest"], [member="Darth Carnifex"] and @Tirdarius. Undoubtedly they'd been in the vicinity, though he was certain the latter was the one who had called the meeting. That said, he nodded to each in turn before approaching his seat and taking it, casting a side long glance towards [member="Krest"] when he mentioned it going better than their last one.

"I presume the last is why we're here, and I didn't think it went poorly until Abyss decided he wanted no part of working with the rest of us. Odd, that."

He tapped a finger against his leg, and then proceeded to cross one over the other while twiddling his thumbs in anticipation.

Asharad Graush · Mar 9, 2017

Similar to the Sith Lord [member="Ignus"], the Epicant-Hybrid was present in the Stygian Caldera beforehand. For the most part, he allowed his Generals and Surface Marshals more freedom in the First Order as he was the one who led the First Order's Armies. A'sharad had spent much time in the Caldera the last few weeks, specifically starting with the assault on Midvinter, leading up to the invitation from Darth Abyss to Malachor V, then more recently excavating on Krayiss II in the area of the immense obelisk, the only sign of there having been some form of civilization on the planet. Now, however, he found himself leaving the planet of Krayiss and heading to another planet in the Caldera.

Ziost.

A planet he hadn't been too yet. Much of the Caldera was still a mystery to him, though he sought to find the secrets of the rest of the formerly Sith Empire worlds. It'd take time, but he was no old man. He had years to find the secrets of the Caldera, should there be any left to find, that is, unless some Jedi got the better of him.

Huffing, he disembarked from his Daisya Infiltrator, his Household Guard being left behind as he ventured to the meeting point. Other Sith Lords would be there, but Lord Graush had no illusions as to the danger of the event. Most would come because they believed in the success of a Sith Empire, or sought to support one, there would be few if any who came to create a disturbance on the planet. Yet, not all Sith were sane, if at all.

As he entered, he spotted the Mirialan from earlier, a familiar figure that he had only briefly conversed with in their journey of fortifying the Calder, and then there were three others in the form of [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Krest"], and [member="Tirdarius"], all who had also been at the meeting on Malachor V before it had fallen apart.

"Will this be the day we cement the next incarnation of the Sith Empire?"

Darth Prazutis · Mar 9, 2017

New Adasta, Ziost
The Stygian Caldera...

It was a coming long prophesized through the force. The inevitable return of the Sith.

The dark, gloomy capital of New Adasta chosen as the rally for the return of the Sith Order, a call going out far and wide to the Lords of the Sith scattered throughout the galaxy bringing them to one location: the People's Tower. Upon first glance one could see the city as well as the tower was scarred deeply from recent conflicts, the flame of war leaving its ashen marks across the many structures in disrepair, but the great tower lit up in red lights was in the best condition out of all the various spires around.

Then he came.

A wing shaped shuttle slicked black descended through the skies of the city gliding across the various buildings around until it approached the tower. Imperial Crownguard pilots hailed tower security as the ship circled the great tower once, before descending onto a cleared landing platform. As soon as the ramp slid down to the aching, aging platform out strode Darth Prazutis, King of Thule, Warlord of Rattatak, Master of Khar Shian, Arch-Prince of the Pacanth Reach, and Slayer of the Storm. The Destroyer wore a set of ornate black and gold robes a hood pulled over his head, the signet ring of House Zambrano slid on his finger. Only a single lightsaber was visibly strapped to his side within the folds of his robes as the destroyer moved.

The dark side swelled around him like a fog thinning the very air around him, smothering all in the black power of his raging storm of undulating darkness. All present would know of the coming of the Destroyer who in recent times kicked down the gates of Khar Shian and brutally cut down Darth Vitium for all to see, tearing the spirit from her body and trapping it within his dark blade. But today the Destroyer had not come for more souls, he had not come to harvest the lifeblood of his fellow peers. Today was about building a future with the Sith Order, about forging an Empire.

But he was not alone.

[member="Braith Achlys"] the great Witch-Elder stood beside him a unified front as the Destroyer cut a path through the halls of the People's Tower. The pair emerged together in the central chamber where the Lords of the Sith would meet. Prazutis swept up to an accompanying position alongside [member="Darth Carnifex"] not to show himself as an inferior, but to show to all Sith gathered that House Zambrano was a unified front. All knew the name of House Zambrano and all knew that they themselves arguably held the largest, and most powerful powerbase among them, the bloodline of gods.

An Empire would rise.

Darth Abyss · Mar 9, 2017

After more than a bit of consideration, Darth Abyss had reluctantly decided to show up on Ziost as well. He was far from happy with all this, but in live you had to play the cards you were dealt with, at least until you found a way to flip the whole table over. For now he simply had to bid his time, and pretend that he had not been more satisfied with the sith living in the shadows. Other than the great warlords and warriors he only ever felt truly strong when shrouded by them, and so his time spend in them had been a time in which he and his power flourished and prospered.

Giving up all he had created because most of his kind desired to show themselves openly wasn't something he could accept, so he had issued a challenge. One taken on by [member="Darth Voracitos"], which to his surprise neither ended with his own death nor with Korriban being repainted in red. Instead the two had come to an agreement, a brittle yet mutually beneficial alliance for the time being. The Master of Gluttony had a strong claim for a position of power inside this new empire, and that allowed Abyss to at least stand a chance at keeping the others out of his business on Malachor. That was by far the best he could do, until the point where he would be powerful enough to slaughter every last one of them, a project that still took many years to completion.

The mindeater entered the meeting in a semi translucent state, still visible enough for the others to vaguely recognize him, but not enough to reveal his facial expressions or other more subtle indicators of his mood. Wordless he simply stood there, in direct contrast to the Zambranos who showed their power and pride for all of them to see. Not that he cared much, if anyone of them had the right to have some grandstanding it were [member="Darth Prazutis"] and [member="Darth Carnifex"]. They would lead the war, but he would work from the shadows to support their efforts as long as this meeting would have a favourable outcome for him and his world.

Yet while his own army was not nearly as large as theirs and his personal empire reached not nearly as far, he still brought considerable assets to the table. Sleeper agents all around the galaxy, a up and running intelligence network in addition to that, as well as the wild and unhinged hordes of Malachor that marched under his banner. Not to ignore his ties to the underworld, which could open many doors on the way they meant to walk upon again.

[member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Ignus"] [member="Krest"] [member="Tirdarius"]

Darth Voracitos · Mar 10, 2017

The man responsible for the reconsideration of alliance for Darth Abyss? Darth Voracitos, Lord of Lorrd floated in a rather sour mood. The bonds connected to him, where afflicting him terribly today in particular. Since his duel on Korriban, his focus on nullifying the pain had been degrade, and would take some time before that same level of subconscious focus could be regained again. Yet, even for his mood and lethargy, Voracitos still attend the summit called upon by his faithful ally, Lord [member="Tirdarius"]. This was yet another opportunity, this time under an official pretense, to forge very strong alliances... perhaps, the forge that may make the final alliance needed among them, the last pact to truly ascend the Sith into a state of actualized power and influence.

Sensing briefly, as much as he bothered to, Voracitos knew that Tirarius and Abyss were already present... but also [member="Darth Carnifex"], and three other Lords he was much less familiar with. Two of which had attended the "celebration" on Malachor. For once, Voracitos felt a great deal of control since returning to the affairs of life. He had an official alliance with a Sith Lord he considered at least equal to his own intelligence, a former Sith Lord who swore fealty to him, and had sealed a deal with what might have been a rival that could potentially lead to another alliance. He expected much out of this summit, and desired above all to come out on top. Hopefully his mood would not spoil anything for him...

... then Voracitos laid eyes upon the feast set before them, and his mood rose just enough to allow him to smirk in delight. Tirdarius, that man knows me too well. He thought to himself, knowing the considerate forward thinking could only have one source. Voracitos collected his favorite wine, and began to collect large samples of almost everything spread out before him, as the other Lord's made their way to Ziost.

"It is good to see you've returned to your sense's, Darth Abyss. I knew a man of your apparent intellect, would see my way of thinking after sweetening the deal." He said passing the Sith Lord by, as he dipped some kind of poultry into a sweet tasting sauce. Yes, his mood had changed drastically with food... though the nagging pain of a hundred others on his back still kept him slightly on edge. He brought his gaze momentarily on Tirdarius, to nod respectfully if he were in sight... hopefully without some creatures leg sticking out of his mouth while being man handled in his grubby paws. Then his eyes glanced over to Carnifex, hoping to lock eyes and to acknowledge that they were mutually within each others presence. The tension between them was strong, but with time, Voracitos was confident might be broken down into something manageable. Though he might loath him for thinking his 'victory' on Dromund Kaas was at all due to superiority, he would be foolish not to acknowledge his comparable power and especially - prestige. Something Voracitos was currently attempting to regain after years in the grave, and years more locked away in his own filth. They had once worked peaceably with each other to each of their benefit, before the monstrosity discovered its powers. Voracitos made certain that if their eyes met and acknowledgement was made, he would not be in the midst of consuming something.

Meanwhile, if he was inclined to afterward, he would search the room to gauge the emotions of the other Lord's present of which he did not truly know. Seeking perhaps, to see if any had any particular loyalty to one another, or if they were all free agents. He would endeavor to learn their names, to seek out information on what power they held, and where. Information and knowledge, were critical to building and maintaining power. Voracitos knew this as well as any of them, and he would not be made the fool when once he had been known as the Pillar of Knowledge.

| [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Ignus"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] |

Darth Pyrrhus · Mar 10, 2017

And so it was, after so long, that Darth Pyrrhus returned to Ziost. It felt good. It felt right. It was a momentous occasion. The decisions agreed upon here would send ripples through the Force itself to announce the return of the Sith. It was that, or descend into brutal infighting which would see a significantly reduced number of them emerge from the conclave. Also a completely viable option. The Force had not revealed to him the outcome of this meeting. Yet the Lord of Ruin did not enter with fear in his heart. It was another day in the life of a Sith, do or die. He had witnessed empires rise and fall. A powerful Sith Lord in his own right, he would see to it that this new coalition of dark forces would rise with as much strength assigned to it as possible.

Pyrrhus was draped in his newly made Sith robes, that might’ve appeared a touch more tattered and torn along its edges at first glance, but the cuts had a symmetry to them which revealed them to be intentional. The dark robes notably came with thin durasteel plating on his shoulders, hands, neck and a small portion of his upper chest, although this was mostly for its visual effect and not so much to offer him with protection. Though it was unlikely to factor into any massive degree in this meeting, intimidation was as much a tool of the Sith as anything else. Hanging from his belt was his curved, bone-coated lightsaber hilt. As far as their eyes could tell, this was the only weapon he came equipped with. Of course, the fact that would be lost on none of the Lords present here was that even without a weapon they were all armed with the Force. The amount of lethal that had gathered in one room was cray-cray. The galaxy ought to tremble.

The Togruta entered, the only of his kind, but racial origin had little meaning here. They were all Sith. Probably. Many of the faces he saw were expected to be seen. They had been there on Malachor V. Though some figures were already familiar to him, other he was eager to learn more of. To his surprise, [member="Darth Abyss"] was still among them. Suppose only time would reveal whether he would behave this time around or once more declare himself an enemy. It was high time to pool their resources together for the good of the Sith. The time to tidy one’s own garden had long since passed. It was such selfish interests that had been one of the main driving forces to the One Sith’s demise. No man, no empire, no code was put before the self. And any who denied this Pyrrhus viewed as a liar. Return to Malachor as you wish, Abyss, but do not fool yourself by saying you do it for the Sith. It is your own self interests you serve. Our cause is not forwarded one inch.

“My Lords” he uttered, sending a glance over to each one of them as his gaze travelled from one side to the other, and gave a nod that was intended for the room as a whole. He did not single anyone out individually, it would seem counterproductive to the… Well, productivity of this meeting. Pyrrhus moved to a side of the table and found a seat at random. He wondered how many of these chairs would be flung up and into the walls behind them by Lords rising to their feet in urgent protest. Perhaps even his own. Presumably like most of them, Pyrrhus came into this with a vision of what was and what wasn’t an acceptable direction for the Sith to move towards. How things would develop from this starting point would be very interesting to see indeed.

Matsu Xiangu · Mar 10, 2017

Matsu, like many of the Lords attending the convocation, had been around long before the One Sith had clutched the galaxy in its fists - and still she remained. She had never made any secret of her disdain for their Dark Lord. She had been there for Reverance, for Vrag. To be sure the One Sith had certainly spread their influence furiously over the galaxy and there was no knocking the old organization for its ambition. But things that burned so hot fizzled distressingly fast.

She would see them prosper.
Some would point out that she famously touted that she was only in it for herself.
But, to her mind, seeing the Sith flourish and tending to her own means were not at odds.
Each would make the pot sweeter. And each would benefit.

Matsu Xiangu was fiercely independent, but not so blinded by it.

And so she arrived, a surprisingly petite woman made even smaller by the fact that [member="Carach"], to her left, towered over her.

She was equally as suited for the runways she was so frequently snapped sitting on the side of, foregoing tradition in favor of something far more fashionable. Sleek and near-silent save for the sharp click of her heels against marble floor, she peeled around the longtable looking for a chair to sit in. The corruption of the dark side remained mostly in her eyes, swirling amber above cheekbones made sharper by sorcery’s distortion. The only thing breaking up the disturbing perfection of her pale face at all was a gnarl of scar tissue running perfectly along both cheeks - the permanent kiss of a lightsaber, a remnant of her confrontation with the Silver Jedi. She was unarmed, at least visibly. Her greatest weapon lay neatly tucked within her skull.

She took a seat next to a Togruta she knew as [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], whom she remembered from her One Sith days. To him she offered a small nod of greeting, but was otherwise silent as Carach took the seat next to her. She was notoriously a woman of few words unless the situation truly called for it, and she was endlessly sick of talking. The sooner this business was over, the sooner they could get to bigger things. Her eyes ticked over those sitting at the table as she crossed her legs primly, leaning back in her seat.

Reverance · Mar 10, 2017

He couldn't remember the last time he had been to Ziost. In his memories, he recalled this place not far from the rust spotted ruinous surface of Korriban. Depleted and dilapidated, left to whither against the broken vines that gave recollection of a far more prosperous time. But now, patches of bald earth were covered in the gnarled growth of tainted foliage. Between that and the rise and fall of metallic civilizations, the winds no longer moved across the land unabated.

He couldn't decide which he preferred. The wastelands were honest, even charming, in the representation of the darkside. Things weren't meant to flourish and thrive beneath the wings of Bogan. No, they were meant to burn hot and fast and bright, charring everything they touched until the smoldering remains stood without shelter and without recourse. That was the nature of the darkside, and the universe as a whole. Moments spent between points of global trepidation were simply noise, things passing in the night before the true ache set in.

He was certain he had very little interest in this meeting. A universal network of Sith Lords, all comprised of unique individuals with separate and often contradictory goals, could never create a system that would persist. This house was set upon sand and no amount of duracrete would prevent the inevitable fall. But, he was not immune to the notions of entertainment. If the whispering words of the saber could be silenced, even for these few muddled moments, he figured it might be worth the fuel propellant that delivered him here.

He was a Sith Lord in reputation and power, only. Those practices of the old way, glorification and tenants, were not part of his tenure. He wore no robes, no traditional garments. Instead, he presented the insignia of the Shai Domain, burned across the chest plate of his vonduun armor. Grey and old, the armor beast moved against him in anticipation for a fight. There was expectation there and not entirely without justification.

Some would say that he was more beast than man now. With the way the armor's pincers stuck into his neck and his lower ribs, he couldn't dismiss the accuracy. But beneath even the armor, beneath the scarred skin and voxyn arm, cybernetics and strength enhancement lied dormant and primed. Frankensteinian in truest form, he had no need for weapons as the world had crafted him into that very thing, now filled to the brim with boredom and riding the waves of unpredictable tendencies.

And he was here for only one reason. Without a helmet, it was fairly obvious to see his focus as crimson eye turned to the small Sith Lord sitting between [member="Carach"] and [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]. He moved quietly through the meeting room, making no attempt to greet those he may have once known as ally. While alone, his force presence may have been overbearing, it was made only worse through the injections of abominable presence - originating from the saber contained within his Voxyn arm.

Taking a seat, he could feel the cushions crush beneath the spikes and pincers of his armor. Looking towards the group, he leaned back and steppeled his fingers together.

[TSO] The Circle Is Complete

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