We Have The Same Vision [Darth Sinna]

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Darth Sinna"] |

Sojourn

It had been a long time since Alicia Drey had been seen in the galactic eye. Chandrila DataTech continued to operate on Chandrila and it's retail stores continued to be supplied with fresh technology. Profit and turnover margins were still up and various members of the DataTech board continued to recover their investment, whilst making a profit from it. Eventually, those shares would be liquidated by the companies majority shareholder and founder, for the ulterior motives that had brought them on board were no longer relevant.

The Fort continued to be a presence in the Sojourn wilderness. The Gathering hadn't gone exactly to plan either, although outside influences couldn't have stopped it from going the way it did. That couldn't be helped. Remaking ones stance in the galactic eye would take some time, but patience was a virtue; and she decided that she would have to be very patient to allow that to happen, for part of her plot and secrets had been revealed through the wars that was waged between rival corporations and their leaders. Theirs was a more intelligent war, much like a game of Chess, that could be equally as destructive as anything the Jedi or Sith could come up with; and it just so happened that a few Jedi and Sith were involved, which said a lot.

Her eye wasn't blinded, however. Her scope had not been limited, only pushed into obscurity, so as to allow time to mend the damages done and allow herself and them to slip out of phase. Someone, who she had never heard of, had caught the attention of two Sith Lords. It was not Alicia Drey that stood on the ramparts of the stone building that overlooked the Sojourn forests, but a blackened, hooded figure that held the name Darth Ayra.

And she had invited master and potential ally to the household. Darth Pandeima and Darth Sinna were coming to dinner.

 

[Ellie Mors]

This week had been one for the record books for Silara, she'd been hurled across a city while fighting a Leviathan, been shot at by bounty hunters, and tamed a Terentatek in just over an hour. To say it had been eventful was an understatement, and the scars under her robes from the effects of her new master's force lightning would persuade any who belittled those previously mentioned experiences as normalcy into the line of thought of her having quite the unusual week, if not month. Aside of all of this, the Vahla had continued on with the second phase of her plan - a master high within the ranks of the One Sith had taken her as an apprentice, and seemingly had no qualms with making the blonde sociopath want to kill her after a lengthy torturing; although perhaps the most important part of her plan was coming to fruition - she'd attracted the attention of unaffiliated Sith Lords whom somehow learned of the general gist of the first half of her plan, and was invited for a dinner meeting of sorts alongside another that was mentioned in the message she'd received.

Approaching the household she'd been designated to meet with the others at, the Sith knight wore a black robe over a blood-red glistaweb dress with the intentions of dressing to impress - she'd have to make up for her lack of power, in comparison to Sith Lords, in aesthetics and intelligence for now. As Silara stepped out from behind the veil of the forests that surrounded the Sith's home, her cloaked body was dimly illuminated by the night's glow of the moon and stars, and though her face was obscured, a small grin crept across her lips. Wordlessly, she continued on until she arrived just outside of the structure, patiently waiting to be invited inside.

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Enigma"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Sinna"] | [member="Enigma"] |

Ayra was not dressed to impressed. This wasn't a dinner about business or impressing the other. This was not the business of Alicia Drey. It was about Sith business and the imperative that came from a certain bit of work that she and Pandeima, the other woman who had been invited to attend, were going about.

She stood at the foot of the Fort, at the end of the steps that led up to it's wooden gates. It was a silent, cold and eerie night on Sojourn when Silara arrived. The Sith Lord glanced up to her in Sith robes, it's cowl lowered to reveal the strands of dirty blonde hair and yellow, predatory eyes. "Welcome to Sojourn. I am Darth Ayra, the woman who reached out to you."

 

[Onrai]

A soft chuckle would be heard by the both of them as a figure shimmered into existence behind that of the Sojourni woman - that of Darth Pandeima, her master. "And I am Darth Pandeima. The one who keeps her in line. But then again, we've already met, of course, haven't we?" Her smile grew wide, and she stepped back as to allow for Darth Sinna to enter the room.

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Darth Sinna"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

She had never heard of this Ayra person within the Sith, although she did recall seeing a bounty poster for her in retrospect, but the shimmering apparition of a hooded Darth Pandeima was slightly unnerving - she tended to remember those she met, and in this instance she either could not recognize her or was being followed. Probably both. "Darth Sinna." She replied simply, and when she looked up at Ayra it was clear that she had undergone the dark side corruption that many Sith had judging by the color of her eyes. Walking in, after what appeared to be a shift to allow her to enter, she awaited further details of what was to be discussed.

[member="Enigma"] [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Sinna"] | [member="Enigma"] |

Ayra turned and walked beside Sinna into the Fort. They were led up a hallway and through a set of wooden doors to an elongated table that had cutlery, plates and an assortment of servants that were serving dinner. The Sith Lord turned and lowered herself into her seat at the end of the table. She nodded to a nearby waiter, who began to place fresh Tapani carbornara onto her plate. She placed her own in a finger pyramid, before lifting her yellow eyes onto Sinna's own.

"You likely have questions, I presume. I'll do my best to appease your curiosity. Please, go ahead and ask why you are here? How did we know about you?" She smiled, before winding a piece of pasta onto her fork and eating it.

 

[Onrai]

In the meantime, Cir- er, Darth Pandeima seemed to hover ominously before sitting down and doffing her hood, exposing her as - you guessed it - Circe. She took her first bite before eying [member="Darth Sinna"]. "Didn't see that coming, did you?"

[member="Vhette"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Staring at [member="Enigma"] for a moment, blankly, she seemed to not register what had just happened and then subsequently looked back at [member="Vhette"], then back to the brunette. She blinked once, then twice, and then sighed, bringing her hand to her forehead in silent defeat. "I'll go ahead and assume that my own giveaway to her is how I was found out." She said plainly, moving her hand to grab for a fork. Taking a few bites of food, Silara couldn't help but stare at [member="Enigma"], almost blankly. She had approached the entrepreneur a few days prior with little to no knowledge of her, personally, and though she had anticipated a few surprises here and there, perhaps a couple of revelations, this was a bit out of the scope of what she had expected. Taking this in stride, she quickly adjusted her own plans to account for this, smiling a bit as she looked down to her food.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Darth Sinna"] |

"Then, as you come to understand, we all have the same vision." Ayra motioned for the servants to leave. The vergence in the dark side brought the attention of Circe and Silara as the lights in the room was cut off, save for the candle lit between them. Darkness seemed fitting for this meeting.

She ate for a while, to satisfy her hunger. She was hungry. When she had taken a few mouthfuls, she began to speak. "The imperative that I and Darth Pandeima follow, as in the work, is the continuation of a plan that begun before the Four Hundred Year Darkness. Our plan has evolved over time to accommodate for certain factors and it is one of those factors that has brought the three of us together."

"I am disappearing for a while, Silara. There is an unknown faction at work which is just as obscured and secretive as the Rule of Two that the three of us follow; and whilst it is a violation for the three of us to be sat here, conversing like this, it is necessary for our Order to survive. Tradition will come into play at a later point, of that I assure you."

"So I have brought Darth Pandeima and Darth Sinna together whilst I set about the protection of the imperative that the three of us, and those that follow, will continue until the point Sith hegemony has been restored across the galaxy. I may die during my quest, but I will bring down these people as I do so; and die knowing that my legacy will be continued through Pandeima's guidance and through you Silara."

"And if I survive, then we will kill each other to cement our positions in the Rule of Two."

Silence fell in the dinning room, save for the flickering of candle light. Darth Ayra folded her hands into a finger pyramid and placed her chin on her fingers. Her yellow predatory eyes bore into Darth Sinna like a predator to prey; and it was at this moment that Silara realize the gravity of what was happening here. A seismic shift in the balance of power in the galaxy was occurring in the room; and she was the center of it.

Ayra read Sinna with her eyes, gauging her reaction and thinking of what might happen if her cause was leaked further. [member="Rave Merrill"] and the people that had collected the artifacts on the Hazard Beauty had an inclining into the Order of Sith Lords and that had to be broken. Ayra would bring down those who knew all about them and if she died during her quest, then Silara would replace her. She would leave Sojourn knowing that Pandeima would shape this woman as she had done to her or she would have to murder her and leave Pandeima to her own devices.

But she was assured that the Rule of Two would continue one way or another, whether it was Darth Ayra, Darth Pandeima or Darth Sinna continuing it; and unlike the generations of Sith before her, Ayra was selfless in her goal. Even if it meant her own life, she would support the plan to destroy the Sith Order; the Jedi Order; and the Galactic Republic until her dying breath.

And all of this could be read upon her very stern, cold and predatory glare on the woman sat across her. A seismic shift indeed.