Public Yacht Club [Sith Order and Friends]

[Darth Empyrean]

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Jewel of Panatha​

Terminus System​

876 ABY​

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The room was filled with the righteous choir of numerous singers, instruments playing away in celebration of their conquests. Dozens of systems, nigh on a hundred worlds had fallen into their grasp in a fortnite. They were conquering at an astonishing rate, sending shockwaves through the Outer Rim - forcing the neighboring powers to reel at their force projection. For all of it, the Black Wall stood in some sense - knowing the Sith's true strength was still beyond the Galaxy, but they knew they were there now.​

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Everyone had the same whispers on their lips, that the fearful return of the Sith would see the Galaxy strained to its limits so soon after the climatic battle of Tython. Only now they had grow accustomed to their abscence, finding enemies in one another over resources and political hegemony. It was the same mistake the Sith had fallen to, but now it was on the other foot. Their march was yet untested, and ever constant.​

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For those within the Order, there was nothing less than different whispers. While many spoke of the conquests achieved, of their new Sith allies and the deals they had made, many more were testing loyalties between the Triumvirate. Each had grown in power substantially, bringing entire swaths of territory under their control through their various means. Now they gathered in one Starship, the Jewel of Panatha, a Super Yacht under the control of Darth Xyrah - freshly crowned Governor of Eliad.​

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As the various Sith of every caliber and standing appeared, food would be laid out, slaves of the Kainite passed out drinks, and the various groups settled into one another's clique to discuss politics. More deals than drinks would be made tonight, and if the storm is right, the fate of the Order will itself change.​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Location: The Eternalist Chair​

Tag: Open​

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Situated near a few tables, sat a larger obsidian chair brought in on Empyrean's request. The corpse sat upon it with a stillness that betrayed the vivid life in his dead body, but his eyes took in all that lay around them. Every face, every detail, he could catch every detail and write it to the vault of his memory. As he had done with the Telos Holocron, as he would with those gathered here.​

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His conquests had brought them to the border of the Rimward Trade League, while the Kainites had pushed west towards Terminus. The Tsis'kaar moved south, leaving only the east to be strained by their combined efforts. It made sense, however, given that the Kathol Outback was the first of their neighbors to ally against them - leave alone calling in the support of the Mandalorians.​

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Given only a few more months of the siege, they would fall. There was no doubt in his mind of such.​

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For now, however, consolidating what they had gained was paramount. The Sepulchral had advised him on the establishment and spreading of the church, which he had allowed - and thus far, between rituals, domination, and propaganda it had done well to bring many of the people over to their side. Soon, zealous masses would rise across the galaxy for them - as many cults continued to hide.​

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Today, however, would be for celebration. The Sith needed time to enjoy their spoils before they returned to war, lest they lose themselves in the blood. Today, he would sit and wait for those to ask his favor, his friendship, or his trust. That would be enough.​

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Malum stood leaning by the bar, his elbows sitting by the table as in hand he swirled around a burgundy wine and looked out far ahead to the crowd. Truly, it was a bewildering scene, Sith just... conversing, walking about without any concern in the world, some drink in hand like him, others chattering animatedly with each other, some even dancing along with whatever music the band was playing. It was perhaps the most normal he had ever seen the Sith Order, normal in the relative sense rather than normal for the Sith Order. Indeed one only saw such a gathering for Sith for one reason.

War.

Which was why it was so much more particular that they were gathered here for quite the opposite reason, celebration. Now it was a celebration of war, a celebration of their victory in war, the Sith Order had not suddenly been replaced by the fools of Ashla, but it was still very odd to see such a thing. He swirled the burgundy around again, before bringing it to his lips and taking a sip. He could not even blame it on him being inebriated. This was his first drink of the night.

Perhaps if the galaxy saw them like this, this one night, they may have seen their humanity, that they were not the evil boogeyman that the galaxy had characterised them as for thousands of years as. Yet that would never happen, if the Sith could politely be called paranoid towards each other, he could not think of the word they would consider towards everyone outside of the Order. A pity, but the war against the entire galaxy would continue.

Out from the corner of his eye, he could make out the figure of Darth Empyrean, apparently unable to be seen without a throne, as evidenced by the blackened obsidian one which he sat upon. He would have called that rather exorbitant, but he was not about to say as much, when Malum could call himself Triumvir that was the day he could call out one for such extravagance.

Interestingly enough, it was the state and matter of the Triumvirate that had him rather melancholy this night. Who knew how long this system could last, and who knew if it would conclude in a fire or a storm, perhaps even more unlikely with communion? Malum swirled the glass with increased speed as he considered the matter. The naming of governorships had been a mistake, that much he was sure of, wherein before the Triumvirs had begun expanding in separate directions, and then competing with each other at what was conquered, something that was in itself unstable, but one which kept the conflict at individual planetary levels, now instead, the battle lines were being drawn, and drawn quickly and clearly. On the very ship they stood, the Kainite, Darth Xyrah was made governor of Eliad, Darth Carnifex the leader of the Kainites ruled from his own Malsheem, ruling Terminus with fear. To look towards the Eternalists one could already see the problems if a so-called equal Triumvirate had one of three ruling unopposed on Jutrand, spreading his influence as a web to cover other planets within the centre of Sith space, Askaj and Karideph. It was not like His Mistress was beyond such power plays, the Sith west was hers, yet she had extended her hands towards the west as well, Orax, Subterrel, Polis Massa, Kal'Shebbol. Perhaps if it was only three factions competing for influence some semblance of stability would last. But they were the Sith Order, and he had no confidence in that word, he had heard of Lady Tremiru's own growth of followers on Shiva IV, Mors Vitra, Death Beyond, not a worrisome name at all. There were others too, his friend Omon ruled on Binaros with his master at his side, and Bogan knew what their objectives were. It was a mistake to assign governorships, but so too was it a mistake to bring the conflict to the apprentices, young minds were the most easily influenced, he could say that of himself rather simply, no wonder the conflict had been brought to this low of a level, but it did not make it any less of a mistake. When war became, it would be the youngest who died on the frontlines, the next generation, he had seen that firsthand on Saijo.

He gripped his free hand before breathing out, this was meant to be a relaxing event. Yet he felt as stressed and as worried as ever.

Anyway, he considered it, conflict was inevitable, for Malum the only question was when, and what his place in such a conflict would be.

One of the Triumvirs would fall soon. Really, that was the only way to avoid confrontation, or at the very least delay it. The Sith were predators, but so were they carrion, if one of the Triumvirs fell, they would become too distracted feasting on the carcass to bring war upon each other. The question then was... which Triumvir would fall?

That question... Malum could not easily answer.

He rather hoped it was not His Mistress, at the very least. That would put him in a rather awkward position.

Taking another sip, finishing the glass, he placed it back on the bar table, receiving a refill, as he began swirling it around again. It was so much like blood, so rich, so pure, thankfully it tasted more of grapes than copper.

Perhaps it would have been simpler to have said his melancholy to be simply born out of political machinations to which he had been drawn without his desire, that would have been acceptable, appropriate, even one that would have elicited sympathy, but to say such a thing would have been wholly inaccurate, and if he was a liar, at the very least he was not going to deceive himself.

Indeed the other item to have him in such a mood was no object at all, but indeed a person, a woman in fact. Oh, he could already hear the suppressed chortles, the pitying pats on the back, and looks, to think he was acting like a schoolboy over some woman. He had killed, both in cold blood and in battle, had trained in darkness and come out stronger for it, and had prepared himself to do much in the name of a greater good, much of it unspeakable. Yet here he was, experiencing the very human emotions that he could still not escape him.

He idly wondered if those of the likes of Darth Empyrean, Carnifex, and Ophidia had ever experienced such emotions, but that was enough to elicit a small dry sort of chuckle from his lips. Perhaps so, long ago, but what was humanity for ones who had gone beyond death?

He idly wondered if the object of his feelings would be here tonight. Would it be a good thing if she was? His heart said yes, while his mind said no. What exactly would he say to Adeline if he did see her? It was hard enough to sting two words next to each other around her, much less attempt to woo her. His eyes stilled looking down upon the swirling blood, as he took another sip.

His reflexes were slowing, that much was evident, but so was his mind, if much slower. Liquid courage he had heard alcohol be called, yet he had never really known why. Malum now felt he had perhaps been given a taste of the answer. Say something to her or not... normally the answer was a resounding no, but now... why had the answer because just no?

Perhaps he stop drinking before he did something he would regret.

So stood Malum leaning by the bar, taking yet another sip of the bloodied wine.

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Darth Empyrean Open

 

[Darth Strosius]

The apprentice of the Pale Lady would not be alone at the bar for much longer, but instead joined by his peer and elder apprentice. Alisteri strode through the little crowd around the bar, sliding between people and servants alike until finally he wound up next to Malum. "Rather unsettling is it not? All these Sith in one room and no one has tried to kill someone or bring up politics, it's almost insulting." He sighed and leaned back against the bar, not interested in whatever drinks it or the wandering slaves could offer. Despite the best efforts of a certain fellow Sangnir, he had never developed a taste for alcohol.

"One would almost think that we've reclaimed Dromund Kaas with how much they're patting themselves on the back with this one." The masked man, clad in his usual armor and cloak as if he were ready to march back to the frontlines at a moment's notice, spoke low and quietly. Given the music and general noise of the celebration it kept what he wanted to say away from prying ears. "So much luxury and power displayed in one ship. And so much time wasted on parading in it when there is work to be done." War was a constant task after all, always more to do to ensure victory.

Alisteri didn't mind the occasional celebration or moment of respite, he knew well enough that rest was needed and moral had to be kept high of course, but as usual the party had been soured for him by several factors. Chief among them was the servants moving around and offering drinks or small delicacies to the guests in the crowd all the while marked clearly as property of the Kainites. Slavery always served to ruin his mood, and were it not for one of his other sources of ire sitting in a literal black throne across the room, he more than likely would have already tried gutting whatever overseer was kept the slaves in line. But for now he had to play nice and pretend like he didn't want to strike down half of the people on the ship.

"How many credits do you think they spent on this event Malum? Enough to buy a small fleet maybe? Or to outfit a battalion?" He wouldn't be surprised if it was double that amount if he was honest.

Darth Empyrean / Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Post: 1

Saryn arrived in the great hall aboard the Jewel of Panatha where the important players attending this gathering had chosen to mingle, garbed in an elegant golden sequin dress with a matching masquerade mask upon his face. Yet the festivities were all over the vast pleasure vessel. Sith and foreign diplomats, military officers and other important individuals were enjoying the delicacies and delights the wealthy Darth Xyrah provided to them. T'was a time to celebrate their victories, after all, and Saryn spared no expense in impressing his peers with his well earnt affluence.

As the newly crowned monarch of Eliad moved through the hall, he was greeted by many who wished to congratulate him on his recent coronation. The young Sith Lord had come far these last few months, his quick ascent a surprise to many, save his master Darth Carnifex , who had spent much effort training him into such a formidable individual.

He eventually approached Darth Empyrean himself, who he had taken great care to see that any needs he might require were fulfilled dilligently. He regally curtsied to his esteemed guest. "My lord Empyrean, it is a great pleasure to see you aboard my home amongst the stars this evening. I trust my servants have preformed adequately in attending to you?", he asked politely, a warm smile upon his lips.

Darth Empyrean
Darth Carnifex
Darth Malum of House Marr
Darth Strosius

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"You've been living in that rundown shuttle for too long, Ali. The money spent here could fund a planet."

Alina leaned against the bar, smirking towards the masked visage of Alisteri. The smirk didn't last too long as she let her eyes settle on Malum. It wasn't a glare, at least. More neutral than anything else. There was no ignoring him any longer. Or overlooking him. Alisteri had chosen not to. And now he seemed some way involved with Adeline.

"Evening, Malum. Hoping Adeline will show up in a dress?" She could safely assume that much. He looked like a love sick puppy. Maybe he was. He'd grow out of it, probably. Or die. The life of a Sith couldn't tolerate such weaknesses.

The Sangnir smoothed out her own dress before glancing to the bartender to get her own drink. Sangnir couldn't get drunk, but she did enjoy the taste. Whiskey. Always whiskey.

"She might. If you ask her to dance, just be mindful of the fangs. You drinking only makes you smell sweeter."

Darth Strosius | Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Attire: xxx
Tags: Arcturus Dinn Darth Empyrean Darth Strosius Darth Malum of House Marr Alina Tremiru Darth Xyrah

The Sith had been conquering worlds at a breakneck speed. Rhi was a bit concerned they would burn themselves out at the rate they were going, and so the moment of reprieve here on the yacht was a welcome break from all the dominating and subjugating.

"We had a bad experience with Folende," she remarked, walking beside Arc as they entered the hall. Her wings were tucked in against her back so as not to get in the way of passing party guests. "You admitted to me afterwards that you didn't really want to rule a planet. But you've been changing your mind about a lot of things lately, Arc. So, I have to ask: do you want a world of your own?"

As they turned a corner, the bar came into view. Rhi paused, eyes widening at the stunning array of familiar faces gathered there, not all of them friendly. Alisteri, Alina, and Malum... ah, chit.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Tag: Darth Xyrah​

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"They have done well enough.", Empyrean said with a downward glance to Xyrah.​

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The Twice-Made Tyrant's trumped up concubine - who's ambition far outpaced his capacity. All those disloyal to Empyrean were problems, and they would be solved one by one in time. For now, however, he kept himself contained from insults or blaspheme - this gathering need not any issues of his own creation. Showing the nobility and upper stratum the Sith could be congenial was important for prolonged stability.​

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"Eliad is a fine planet, Darth Xyrah. Many of my soldiers fought and bled for its conquest against the rebellious nobility. Do you intend to pay us back for their sacrifice?", he said with a cock of his brow, prodding at the newly found Governor's position, and unforeseen obligations.​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The shrill cry of trumpets pierced the air, directing all eyes towards the source; a pair of wide doors that had, up to this point, remained tightly shut. Now they were opening, slowly receding into the wall as a tight procession emerged from the smoke-filled darkness. Priestesses in red and white cloth walked solemnly forward, thurible churning with incense swinging back and forth in their hands. From their lips rolled litanies of prayers, spoken in a language unfamiliar to most; the holy word of the Vahla.

Each spoken litany was punctuated by the bluster of the trumpets, impossibly loud within the confined hall. At their backs were armored men with poles of crackling lightning, two columns standing aside a third made up entirely of bound individuals; their hands fastened together and their eyes tightly covered by black leather. Geometric inscriptions had been painfully etched onto their skin, words of restriction and restraint. Though they may not appear to be at first glance, these prisoners were Jedi, harvested from across the galaxy for this exact moment.

At the back of the procession was a palanquin held aloft by towering Cragmoloids, each one stripped from the waist up and marked with strange and otherworldly tattoos. They bore the weight of the palanquin without difficulty, the wetness on their leathery skin the result of ritualistic oil rather than perspiration. Atop the palanquin was a throne of basalt and obsidian, seated upon it was the Dark Lord of the Sith; Darth Carnifex. His raiment was black sackcloth and gilded ornamentation, a circlet of burnished iron perched upon His brow. At His side was another priestess, the leader of those that had come before, fierce and devoted.

The priestesses parted into two lines as they neared the center of the hall, which had been lowered to form a steep pit sometime before the arrangement of the gathering. They now flanked its edge, their fronts facing towards with their backs facing all those in attendance. The guards marched the procession of Jedi prisoners up to a gap in the wall of priestesses, and then had them stop with a tap of their electrified poles. So too did the palanquin come to a halt, the Cragmoloids kneeling down as they sat the palanquin upon the floor.

Carnifex rose, a vision of cruelty and power, and raised a single hand. "My brothers and sisters, long has been our journey, and innumerable our woes. But we are the Sith, whatever indignity is thrust upon us we shall return a thousandfold. The galaxy is again poised to fall into anarchy, and our time has again come. As we indulge in drink and splendor this night, let this sacrifice herald in a new age for our kind. An age of plenty, an age of darkness, an age of the Sith."

All the priestesses threw down their thuribles into the pit, which ignited into a crackling inferno. As this was done, one of the Jedi prisoners was selected and pushed to the edge by the guards. They toppled over, falling down into the flames, and becoming consumed.

Thus would another be sacrificed, and another, and another.

Darth Empyrean | Darth Xyrah | Arcturus Dinn
Ishani Dinn | Darth Strosius | Darth Malum of House Marr
Alina Tremiru ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Yacht
Tag | No one at the moment

With all this festivity and exuberance, of course Adeline wished to attend... Well mostly. Getting to enjoy the finer things in life was not something she had ever got to do till now, most would assume otherwise thanks to her general behaviour. Always acting the part of a proper lady, rather aristocratic and polite, such things complimented her soft voice of course.

Despite how social this gathering was, Adeline was a very.. Mm.. Shy person, not one to stay around large gatherings of people for long. She found herself relaxing within a hot tub that had been situated a distance away from the main gathering, yet still within a spot where she could watch the display and enjoy the music. The display put on by Carnifex was rather amusing, light side rats being tossed into sacrificial flames, the smell was rather nice.

She sinks herself into the comforting waters, closing her eyes as her alchemized, demonic looking tail swished around in the waters. Of course, the tail was not the only thing that had changed about the rather ambitious Sangnir, horns adorned her head as well has her body seemed to have more to it, less petite.

Once she did open her eyes again, Adeline took a moment to spot faces she knew. Such as Lord Empyrean, of course there was Carnifex, Alisteri her fellow scholar, then... Yes, her fellow Sangnir Alina. Seems she was talking to Malum, then laughing a bit, perhaps at the man's expense.. Ya that sounded right.

Intrigue could be going on, whispers and secrets being spread amongst the crowds. It was her job to spy on people that were here, but at the moment she didn't focus on it. Sometimes heat did feel.. Rather lovely.​

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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Gerwald still did not enjoy parties. The idea of social gatherings in general seemed to be a necessary requirement of most organizations, and the Sith seemed to be included in that. A celebration of their conquests seemed out of place considering it was within their philosophy that the strong prevailed and the weak did not. Expansion was the natural result when one was strong. Why celebrate what was natural?

Hubris.

It was the one trait and quality which most Sith Gerwald had ever known held in common. They celebrated because they could, but they also celebrated because they were proud to a point that it would be their eventual undoing. The Lupo warrior had seen it play out far too many times since his humble beginnings on Stewjon. His task this time was to ensure the Sith did not repeat the mistakes of their past, but so far, he did not see how that would be plausible. The Confederacy had often celebrated just as these did now. What remained of that great nation?

He stood in the shadows, always in the shadows. It was the one place Gerwald felt comfortable. None who saw him would understand why he held a whiskey in one hand and a fruity concoction of some type in the other. It was one of several parts of his past Gerwald refused to let go of. This particular practice held a significance Gerwald would never overlook. It had been the same combination of drinks he had carried the night he realized he loved another.

It was a rare thing among the Sith perhaps. Gerwald had not truly observed it in the way he had among the Confederacy or as he had on Stewjon. It was a strong emotion that often led others to sacrifice their own wants and desires in place of the advancement of the one they harbored the feeling for. It was antithetical to the Sith, to put another ahead of one’s own self. Yet it was a choice Gerwald made constantly, until recently.

Srina Talon had been asked to bring her back. It had not been in those exact words, but the Echani knew what Gerwald had requested. He had turned his back on what he wanted, and his promise to Naedira Darcrath for so long that he could no longer reconcile what duty demanded of him with his obligation to it. It was finally time to refuse the call of duty until he had settled the promise he had made to see Naedira among the living once more. It was the only thing, aside from his loyalty to his white haired mistress, which saw him among the Sith. His place was at the side of his former Exarch, and his desire was for what she had the power to provide.

So the wolf observed as the other mingled and put on the masks every sith wore in such gatherings. His eyes remained keenly aware of @Darth Emyprean’s movements as he was the only one currently in the room which could command him. His interests were linked with the Dread God, and until the time came when their paths no longer moved in the same direction, Gerwald would always be at the ready.

He took a sip of the whiskey in his hand, and set the other drink on a nearby ledge as he overlooked the floor. There was always a balcony convenient to where he wanted to hide it seemed, and Gerwald took full advantage of the distance it provided from the reverie below. ​

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Post: 2

Saryn retained that charming smile of his as Empyrean proceeded to grill him regarding his new responsibilities. He had expected as much, after all. "It is a fine planet indeed, and I have already begun to help recuperate our losses. I have had the noble houses who have chosen to join us willingly present their sons and daughters so they might be screened for force sensitivity. A new generation of potential Sith ready to be trained. Their parents seemed quite eager to curry our favour."

One of Saryn's servant girls, a beautiful young Lethan Twi'lek woman garbed in a delightful bunny girl outfit, approached bearing a tray of drinks. Saryn helped himself to a glass of wine, gently sipping it as he glanced over at the arrival of his beloved master, Carnifex, and the ensuing sacrifice of several Jedi captives. "Thank you, Aliah.", he said to his servant politely, before returning his attention back to Empyrean. "Business aside, though. I know what you and some of the other sith think of me, Lord Empyrean. A pampered concubine turned Sith Lord trying to act more powerful than they actually are. Yet I take my present status very seriously. I know the current status quo amongst our order will change soon enough, and I intend to prove my worth.", he said, taking another sip from his glass.

"Eliad is but the first step in a grand plan I've had long in the making. With the wealth it can provide, I intend to expand our industrial and military production capabilities tenfold with the construction of new shipyards and foundries. Think of me whatever you wish, but know I would see our fledgling empire prosper as a whole, regardless of the usual politicking between Sith.", he said with a polite nod. He cared little of what the other Sith thought of him for the most part, but he intended to make his sincere intent to strengthen their new empire well known regardless.

Darth Empyrean
Darth Carnifex

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

As ever, Arcturus felt wholly out of place amidst such shows of finery to say nothing of the high ranking Sith and Officers who lingered around every corner. Still, he had decided to make an effort; to make a place for himself among their Order, to make his Father proud and help turn the fate of the Galaxy in their favour.​

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His suit was not exactly reflective of his place within the Sith, though. Not that he much cared. He'd seen first hand the majesty of their host Darth Xyrah and had appreciated the way in which he set himself apart. No dark robes, or black-on-black. Arcturus was similar in that vein, typically he wore a white button down which threw many off his trail. He did not fit the physical traits of Sith, and that had served him well. Why not play it up a little extra for tonight? He had been itching for an excuse to wear it ever since he'd had it tailored.​

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At least he wasn't alone. Ever since their reunion he and Rhiannon had been on much better terms. Fantastic, actually. It was as though they were among their Academy days all over again, doing most everything together, though now they could suffer to be apart. They had grown, and their relationship had begun to properly stabilize as a result. His fiancée looked simply radiant, and if it had been any other's arm she hung from that evening he'd have found himself uncharacteristically jealous. Luckily for him...​

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He turned his gaze down toward her as they walked, and her question was posed, adoration locked within his eyes.​

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"Folende was a necessary taking" he responded, voice soft and thoughtful, "But it was admittedly ill timed. I was not ready for all that it entailed." Truth be told they'd done a good job with the world, they'd repopulated it and saw it begin to flourish, reigniting its industry and bringing loyal civilians into the Sith's reach. "We did right by them, though, didn't we?" Until the Crusade came... Bitterness washed over his expression for just a moment, before he softened.​

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This was a night of revelry, there was no need to be so... dour.​

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"I'm not opposed to it any more," he stated, as he led her across the dance floor toward the bar. His gaze shifted briefly toward Darth Empyrean though he seemed occupied with their host. Did he approach his Father now, or later..? There was plenty to tell him, but was this the place for such news to flow? He blinked, then returned his focus to his betrothed. "Though it would do me well to build up strength and vassals before it's even considered. And for that, my sweet Rhiannon, I think we need to make regular roots first."​

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Not to mention the fact that he was still just an Apprentice. It had worked in their favour back with Folende because the locals trusted them, wanted them to govern. But there were plenty of Sith higher than he vying for power these days, seeking worlds of their own. Who was he among them?​

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"Shall we rescue Alisteri?" he asked with a very soft chuckle. The arrival of the Butcher-King did shake things up a little, though Arcturus was already well on his way toward approaching the bar at that point.​

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Ishani Dinn Darth Strosius Darth Carnifex Darth Malum of House Marr Alina Tremiru ​

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

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If it was a usual gathering of people, he'd probably skip it, like always. Omon was not best at crowded events. But this was newly acquired planet of Darth Xyrah, and as a newly appointed planetary governor himself, he wanted to see how is the other one doing with the job.
He missed the assault on Eliad, thus he did not saw all the beauty of the planet. Observing it from the shuttle, lowering him down to the entrance of the Jewel of Pantha, he could not but think that he might have conquered a wrong planet.

The massive pleasure cruiser was certainly a sight to behold, but while disembarking from his ship on to it, he found himself at ease for not being one to poses it. Craving is a strong trait which all Sith poses. And he would not like many to start crave his toys, as they will undoubtedly this one.

Young Sith wore onix black kimono, with slim pieces of traditional Massassi golden ornaments on his shoulders, upper chest, neck, and his facial bone sprouts. His sleeves were cut in a special tribal pattern, showing underneath a protective glovesuit.

The security was on the highest level, as expected, but Omon did brought his 8 Jaegissery special troopers with him, each dressed in a different outfit and each taking its own position around Omon.

Thou once he was inside the enormous ballroom of the ship, he had to laugh to himself. For 8 or 88 or 888 wont save him, if someone decides to end all most powerful Sith with one strike, and simply obliterate this yacht to the bits. Peace gave him the fact each of those top tier Sith, would certainly plan for such a thing. So he allowed himself to relax.

Emperor, it seemed, just arrived in the room as same time as Omon did. Occurring to him that this was the first time he is seeing the Emperor of the Sith.
Old one gave a rousing speech, then started to push the Jedi, some whom they captured on Qi-Ko, in to the fiery pits.
And on that note, he realized he needs a drink. If someone does attack this vessel, he will at least die drunk. Or as drunk as Sith can get.

On his way there he noticed Alistery going away from the bar, too far from him to give him regards. But once at the bar he saw his old partner in crime, Malum was there. Alongside the pretty, white haired lady Alina. He grinned at them childishly, then push his way to them.

"Why am I not surprise to see you at the bar, Malum." he slap his friend on the back, as whiskey just arrived for the pale lady. Stopping the bartneder, he asked for one as well.. "Make it a double, on the rocks".

He looked at the elder's fit body, as secretly as he could.. or to be fair, his eyes did it on their own. Following her dress all the way up to her fiery yellow eyes. He cleared his throat, and his smiled down down..

Kahm.. "I saw you at the taking of Qi-Ko, lady Tremiru. We both lead the task of securing the Kyber caverns. Though I doubt you recall me, I was dressed differently. I seen your deployment of the dead troops, very interesting strategy.." he got more nervous with every word. But the bartender appeared just in the nick of time. Grabbing his whiskey from his hands, Omon spat at the man "Where did you go for this?! To Saijo?" despite the fact that the service was quite fast.

He took a long sip, watching the yellow Sangnir eyes through the glass.

Darth Empyrean Darth Xyrah Arcturus Dinn
Ishani Dinn Darth Strosius Darth Malum of House Marr
Alina Tremiru Gerwald Lechner​

 

[Darth Moskvin]

Call M3 Lttle Sun5h1ne
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No party or gathering is meaningful without the caustic smell of death swirling about the gathered party who clamored together in shoveled pots. Voices mixed with over grandeur tones boasting tales of conquests and conquerors and the taking of lives laughed around like swirling smoke infected tombs in some backstreet bar. Archie, his talons firmly attached to my left shoulder shook and gawked filing complaints we required a drink. Sadly, I confessed he was right. I ordered some fluid containing chemicals designed to make one's mind duly attached to a tongue who allied itself with incompressible tones from a throated and guttered voice.

I "accidently" poured the bottled fluid onto the floor, squatting down to stare into the puddled alcohol, scrying deeply into the visons bestowed upon me via minute details. An inverted smile crept across my face, some call such facial expression as sad: But I invert my emotions....and now, I found the one that killed my father. Truthfully, I didn't concern myself with his death or killer, but visions not only spit truth: they spit one into justice. I stood up.... waving my hands to my "friends" in a mocking and haphazardly gesture: sending Archie to scout.

Stealing another entombed fluid with a design to turn minds to melting husks, I smiled and took a deep breath of smell: and downed the fluid. I found the one. But as I stalked toward my query presented to me through the eyes of Archie, a hand tugged on my cloak, pausing me from murdering a fellow Lord of the Sith.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Malum oddly wished for Alina to take away his presence with the Force right about now, Alisteri he could deal with amiably, Alina with guarded neutrality, Omon with friendliness, but more than three? He was already approaching his limit, and how fatalistic for another pair to be joining him, to push him beyond his limit, one a stranger, perhaps an acquaintance, another, very much a foe, though if she was a former one or a current one, that was very much up in the air. He sipped the burgundy liquid, before turning to look toward the masked Alisteri.

"If the followers of Kaine know anything, it is waste," Malum said simply, his eyes tracking the assembly around him, no Kainites interesting enough, perhaps the only reason for him to have the courage to say as he would, his neck felt rather stiff and uncomfortable in the suit, and he knew it was not because of the suit, "As the Lady Tremiru says, there is enough extravagance here to fund a planet, so one can only wonder how many planets, how many fleets, how many armies could be made if the Malsheem had never been born. Indeed, maybe we'd be sitting here celebrating the conquest of the galaxy instead, something actually worth celebrating." He bit back further words, he was agitated that much was clear, between worry of their future, between embarrassment at his feelings, and now the crowding around him of friend and foe alike, it was almost as if he could not properly breathe

He almost drank from the cup again, its rim at his lips, before his ears heard Alina's words. Instead, he grimaced and put the glass back down on the bar table. Had his infatuation been so obvious? Apparently.

"Greetings to you as well, Lady Tremiru," Malum responded, giving the rest of her words the attention they deserved, Adeline in a dress was an interesting proposition, but indeed he had been granted a far more interesting one, Adeline in a hot tub, for his eyes had eventually marked out her presence at the assembly, a rather confident move for the woman that he had thought rather shy. Yet it in itself was a demure act in itself, he supposed, an opportunity to be away from the rest of the gathered. Malum would have called himself envious, but it was not as if he had brought swimwear, indeed, who would have thought to have brought swimwear?

He offered his first real smile toward Omon, as he slapped his back and went on to order a whiskey, "Good to see you're still alive, Omon, my apologies that the Holocron Quest continually is getting sidetracked, seems there is much to see in the world before we arrive at Dromund Kaas," Malum said, a small smile at his lips, perhaps if he was a better friend he would have warned his friend regarding his rather clumsy attempts with Alina, but this party was already proving to be an annoyance to him, some entertainment would go well. Almost on instinct, he went to take another sip from his cup, only to realise with a frown that he had put down the glass, and had already resolved to stop. Among so many people even if the cups made it simpler, and this party promised to be peaceful, he was not so easily trusting.

By the time his thoughts had concluded, both Rhiannon and Arcturus had arrived hand in hand, Malum really wished to Bogan that the Force be removed from him, even if momentarily. He had not done any further tests with such a state, for indeed he only knew of Alina being a person to take away his connection to the Force, but if the man that had emerged out of him without the presence of the Force was what he would always be, he could really use him right about now. As calm as ice, hyperfocused and alert, without any scruples or emotions at play. Indeed, perhaps it was such a change of sensory perception of the world, or indeed of how one would be presented to the world, that led those to crave alcohol or other such substances, perhaps not as in his case to avoid social interaction, but for others, it may have been simply a desire to press beyond the normal boring scope of feeling, indeed, to move further and experience the world in ways could not be achieved otherwise.

Or perhaps he was going mad, being more content to be locked within his mind rather than interact with the real world.

"Arcturus," He said nodding toward the apprentice of Darth Empyrean, a veritable foe indeed, one in the future perhaps, though at current Malum could easily call him an acquaintance. It was of course the companion he was with, that was a current foe, "Rhiannon." He said simply, offering another nod in acknowledgment. As he bit back snideness and anger, perhaps a few months ago, some ghost of jealousy would have stoked him, to see them hand in hand, but being manipulated and then proceeding to wish for someone's death seemed to change emotions quickly, regardless the fact was she was alive, was that mercy from him, or a failing? Who knew?

Darth Strosius Alina Tremiru Ishani Dinn Arcturus Dinn Omon Kaa / Darth Diem

 

[Lady Venge]

Like a silent wraith, Venge wound her way through the room, feeling very unimpressed with the over the top display of decadence. Making her way to the bar area, she waved the bartender over and ordered herself a Dantooine ice-twist. She wasn't here to get obnoxiously drunk, just a little something to take the edge off. Sipping her drink, Venge turns and notices the few Sith she was remotely familiar with and more than a handful she hadn't met, gathered at the bar. Time to rattle a few cages, she thought to herself, with a hint of a smirk on her lips.

"So this disgusting, wasteful display of decadence and debauchery is the current state of the Sith Order?" she said aloud, as she made her way over to them. "Personally, I'm beginning to wonder if we should do the whole galaxy a favor, overthrow the fools leading us, raze the Order to the ground and rebuild with the blood and ashes of the fallen."

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[Darth Empyrean]

Empyrean's attention broke from Xyrah as the ceremonial burning of Jedi took place. Perhaps a touch early, Empyrean watched as some of the nobility moved away from it - years of normal societal expectations forcing them to retreat from the brutality. Others in the room, the Sith most of all, moved closer to draw in the darkness of the event but it would do them little in terms of favour with the upper stratum who had not yet accustomed themselves to the heat of the water.​

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Still, it'd hopefully only upset them against Carnifex - though the same could not be said for the Sith. He'd mark that down for a later issue, a quiet mental note to remind himself to prey on the sympathies that yet remain for the Jedi. Until such a time comes he can truly radicalize them in all facets of their belief.​

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His attention back on Xyrah, he listened to him speak of his reputation and plans for the future. Empyrean simply offered apathy in response, his face a stone wall against the words.​

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"Many Sith have come to me with grand promises. Once, I watched the same as the Worm released Darth Vulcanus back on the galaxy, that it would usher in a greater strength for the Eternal. Darth Vulcanus instead tore the Eternals apart, leading to their fall against Darth Solipsis and the Maw - though I know his reasons for such now. The point was, he lied.", Empyrean said plainly.​

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"I do not trust words, they are cheap and plentiful no matter how honied. Show me you are worth something, Darth Xyrah, and I will consider your strength in full. Until then, you are an accessory to your Lord, and the respect you receive shall be for his sake - not your own. That is how we are, to stand on your own is all that is respectable."​

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His attention was taken by the sudden outburst of Lady Venge however. She was an unknown, a Sith who had not proven themselves in his eyes - nor was he worried about her strength and position. Were she a threat, she would proven to be so already, so instead she had been resigned to the position of a dog. With this outburst, however, she became a very loud dog.​

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In front of the nobility, other Sith, and foreign dignitaries, this was a most grievous insult however. His lips pulled up in a sneer, as he slowly brought his strength to bear, moving to adjust and get a better view of her. He would hate to spill blood in such an open place, but it would be a simple thing to end her life.​

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[Ishani Dinn]

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Tags: Arcturus Dinn Darth Empyrean Darth Strosius Darth Malum of House Marr Alina Tremiru Darth Xyrah Lady Venge Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Darth Moskvin Gerwald Lechner Darth Carnifex

So Arc did want a planet of his own? Just not now. “The pickings right now are a little slim,” she said. “Not many worlds worth taking, to be honest. But as the Empire grows and expands, there should be more options.” She wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted a planet herself. After all, she already had Zaathru more or less in the palm of her hand…

Rhi wasn’t thrilled to be joining the group, but she put on a smile and allowed Arc to lead her over to the bar. A smile which swiftly became a grimace as Malum acknowledged them. He didn’t sound all that happy to see Arcturus either, at least.

“And to think I’ve tried to kill at least two of the people here,” she remarked, moving closer to the counter. She was definitely going to need a drink, risks be damned. “Now we’re considered allies. Funny how the Sith Empire has a way of bringing people together…”

"So this disgusting, wasteful display of decadence and debauchery is the current state of the Sith Order? Personally, I'm beginning to wonder if we should do the whole galaxy a favor, overthrow the fools leading us, raze the Order to the ground and rebuild with the blood and ashes of the fallen."

Having barely taken a sip, Rhi turned toward the woman who had made the sudden outburst. “Based,” she said, raising her glass before tipping it back.

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Based was most certainly not the word Arcturus would have sought to use given the circumstances, as the words flowed freely from Lady Venge upon their approach. Whatever he might have said in response to his beloved was squandered then and there, and he cast his gaze over the others in attendance too. Then his sights returned to the unknown woman in their midst.​

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"This display is not for the Sith" he stated rather plainly, as he gestured back behind them to the various Lords and governors of the worlds they'd recently brought to heel. "There is far more to an Empire than bloodshed. Politicking is necessary for maintaining a hold. Or would you rather we fall to infighting and watch as the Jedi continue to grow their scourge?"​

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As for her treasonous words... "I know that at least two of the three Triumvirate have circumvented death," he mused, perking a brow as he glanced the woman up and down, "I wonder if the same can be said of you." Arcturus was not usually one to hold such a serious tone, certainly Rhiannon and the two Sangnir he knew at the bar would be likely to take note of it.​

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It was one thing to think such thoughts, but to say it so blatantly and amidst so many? Even if Empyrean hadn't been his Father, Arcturus would've taken great issue with it. The fact that he was? Well...​

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"If what your eyes see offend you, why not do yourself a favour and poke them out?" That she was partaking of the bar only made her disdain all that more tasteless in his opinion.​

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Ishani Dinn Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Strosius Darth Empyrean Darth Carnifex Alina Tremiru Darth Xyrah ​