Aspiring Jedi

OOC Note: Any Sith Lords are welcome - tried to invite everyone I could think of, but if I've missed you, join us anyway.
| [member="Ignus"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Carach"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Lykos"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Darth Raxis"] | [member="Sumiko Tanaka"] | [member="Darth Vizios"] | [member="Darth Helios"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Avedia Lacroix"] | [member="Vindica"] | [member="Reverance"] |
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...