Warband Assembled

[Darth Grimoire]

Space Outside Contruum
Aboard the Tvarka Frigate

Standing aboard the bridge of the newly completed, Tvarka Frigate, Grimoire surveyed the crew she had assembled from the vestiges of the One Sith. It would do nicely, she had come far but there was much yet to traverse in order to see her machinations come to fruition. Turning away from the bridge she marched down the central isle bordered by navigation pits below. She entered a chamber with grey steel vaulted ceilings and a large disc shaped table set in the center. Reaching the side panel of the table she brought up a holo-map of the space around the Five Sacred Sith Worlds. Her eyes narrowed on one. She did not speak its name. It had been in her mind for years.

​Her mother spoke with great fervent piety of the Sith Homeworlds, how they were abandoned after the fall of the Old Sith Empire. But, there was one - one with a great brooding power of the Darkside, yet to be properly venerated and rejuvenated. But, soon, soon it would be. She was yet to reach the rank of Knight, but the forces around that world were in movement. The Mandalorians resurgent in their heathen escapades and the Galactic Alliance had nearly cut the One Sith in twine. Now, was the time to forge a force to begin her ambitions.

Now the Warband that would become her founding Court would be unleashed. Modelled by the Goden Age Sith Courts of Ari - Lords - she sought to fashion a force that would mould this new - Knightly State.

An officer marched up behind Grimoire and clapped his boots together. "Your ladyship - the guests have arrived." Grimoire turned her head and nodded. "Bring them aboard Lieutenant."

A recent acquaintance turned partner in conquest had already been at the chamber. Grimoire smiled at Siyndacha, "And so it begins, comrade."

The officer saluted and marched off. Yes, she had found those of potential, unbound by allegiances and hungry for conquest. She would build them, along with herself, build them into a force of lords - Lords of the Sith.

Grimoire once more cast her gaze at the world she craved. Her golden sith eyes narrowed.

She would found her state - no matter the price.

Spoiler

[member="Jaryn Starkiller"] [member="Avedia Lacroix"] [member="Kira Vaal"] (I know you have another character for this, just using this tag), [member="Etheriud Yvvera"] [member="Mala Fost"] @Siyndacha Aerin

 

[Jaryn Starkiller]

Aboard the Tvarka Frigate.

Jaryn had traveled far from space to be here,ever since Coruscant he had nowhere to go,and finding a Sith Master within the One Sith was rather difficult. He was hearing a new force rising and let the force guide him to the growing darkness out in space. He landed his Sith Infiltrator hours ago into the the dagger shaped warship. He was than escorted by a few stormtroopers to the bridge. When he reached the bridge he saw a figure of a woman and wondered why he had been brought except maybe because this new force would become strong and powerful within time. He had also hoped to become a Lord of the Sith within that time too,as he mostly wanted to study the secrets of the dark side,and learn more about Vader.

He stood there and waited, He did not want to interrupt what ever she was planning,The stormtroopers were mostly standing right next to him,and waited for an officer to dismiss them. Jaryn was thinking he possibly couldn't be the only one who had heard about it,or was drawn to it but he did have a feeling that more would possibly be coming here.

[member="Grimoire"]

 

[Siyndacha Aerin]

The words pierced through her thoughts, thoughts from a mind that never seemed to cease in its pursuits. Her eyes went first, her head followed, turning upon the face of the one in which she had partnership; fierce beauty and power she saw in the lines that defined it, and desires that matched her own. Her lips pulled up, just so, faintly, at the corners.

"So it does."

Then, too, did she look to the map. Though she had no personal history with these worlds or attachment to them, she understood their relevance and the influence tradition - and in ways, religion - had. There was power and lure to it all, but a particular world was set above in her partner's mind. One had to start somewhere.

And it would be there.

[member="Grimoire"]

 

[Yox Dikai]

@Grimoire @Siyndacha Aerin [member="Jaryn Starkiller"]

Mala strode off the ship into the hangar of the frigate. It was quite an interesting little vessel, fairly new as far as she could tell. It still smelled of construction and hot metal. She turned as an officer strode forward, giving her a salute.

"Welcome aboard, Lady Grimoire awaits you on the bridge. Follow me please." The officer turned and strode from the hangar. Mala followed behind, boots echoing against the cold metal floors. The Black Empire still officially held her loyalty, but this call to crusade and massacre children for some still unfathomable reason seemed absurd. It seemed in the best interests of Mala to look elsewhere as a potential avenue. Some little seeking led to finding this Grimoire, and her call for a war-band.

They were small yet and did not have the power of Panatha, but it seemed far more efficient, more flexible, and far less driven by the god-complex of the God-King. And it was new, which left room for power. Positions she could be put into. Not just normal positions, but ruling power. And if the whispers in the dark that spoke of Grimoire's past held true, then there was a great deal to learn here. Knowledge was power, and power, they said, corrupted. But what of it?

She had a future to secure, a chance, in time, to rule. Then, and only then, would she be truly free. Something her family had never understood, at least from what they had babbled. Her progenitors had spoken of freedom and liberty under the Galactic Republic. It had been a delusion on their part, for the Republic didn't bring freedom. It brought shackles of bureaucracy and corruption, the same things that had eventually brought down the One Sith.

No, the only true freedom was in the strength to rule and that came from the Dark. That was what she had told her parents before beheading them for treason, at least. She stood silently before the door until it opened to reveal the bridge and she stepped in, her quasi-uniform immaculately black, save for her simple circlet. It was all intentional, that look, to contrast with the orange tattoos. It made them stand out and with the swirls of the design, if one wasn't careful, could be almost enchanting, especially with the Force nudging their mind to perceive them in such a way.

She stopped as the officer stepped aside, and Mala gave a slight nod of her head. "Mala Fost."

 

[Etherius Yvvera]

@Grimoire @Mala Fost [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] [member="Jaryn Starkiller"]

Days, months, years, seconds, hours… It all seemed lost to Etheriud as he snapped back to reality on board the Tvarka Frigate. It seemed like only yesterday he had arrived on the cold wastes of Alzoc III and in the blink of an eye he had appeared on this large vessel surrounded by peers. Alzoc III had changed Etheriud, warped him, and made him stronger. He appreciated the attention to ancient Sith tradition as he made his way around the ship. In the years he had spent studying the Sith he had become readily fluent in the ancient language and writing system.

It had been months since he had left Alzoc and the chaos that had erupted. His companions had disappeared into the wastelands and he saw no further purpose of staying on a desolate, inhospitable planet such as Alzoc any longer. He had wondered the galaxy for months on end, attempting to find something or someone to pique his interest. With the collapse of the One Sith, Etheriud had begun to lose hope in the future of a strong force in the galactic playing field. Upon the arrival of an odd message detailing locations and instructions, Etheriud knew he had been contacted by someone that clearly had an idea that had piqued his interest. Etheriud followed the trail and eventually found the large, menacing Tvarka Frigate that he now sat on.

“Mr. Yvvera, your presence is requested.”

Etheriud snapped back to reality and looked up, rising from his seat and leaving his small personal chamber. Etheriud’s flowing, red priestly robes gave him the appearance of an educated and pious man as he was. Upon arriving at the bridge, Etheriud approached and introduced himself.

“Labintias, nuyak Ari. I am Etheriud Yvvera, and it is my pleasure to be aboard your vessel.”

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Jaryn Starkiller"] [member="Etheriud Yvvera"] [member="Mala Fost"] [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] [member="Darth Malleus"] [member="Ryiah Tenriem"] [member="Bass"]

RESERVED [Recently returned from Assignments Due for Post-Grad, will post soon]