The Sith’ari
The starship screamed into view, arriving from parts unknown within the Outer Rim. The ceremonial capital of the Brotherhood was in view as the vessel approached the planet of Rhand, and then it came into view, the de-facto center of power within the Brotherhood. The Holy City of the Hidden Maw.
The fleet sprawled out before the behemoth that was Gehinnom, Holy City of the Brotherhood, as settled in high orbit over the Dark Side infused planet of Rhand. The void was littered in traffic, to and from the dark worldcraft to parts unknown. Marauders, warlords, religious zealots, all were welcome under the banner of the Hidden Maw, at a cost. The Scripture demanded fealty, devotion to the Hidden Maw which had been the savages' way of naming Bogan in their misguided attempts at understanding it's truths. Only the strong ruled here, only the powerful could break their chains and embrace the freedom that was theirs by birthright under the Avatars of War, Death, and Rebirth. Mockeries of the Mortis Gods. It was no far fetched guess as to what kind of beings ruled here under the Heathen Priests' watchful eyes.
There was no impeding force to challenge the vessel, nay, as the starship neared various red beckons ignited to guide it into the belly of the beast. Defenses powered down, the dark vessel was led through a series of massive tunnels, branched with various hangars of Imperial era origin. This place was a relic, a bygone artifact of a dynasty long since passed, the Maw had simply took up residence and made upgrades. Building a center of power for themselves out of the rotting shell of the old, as the ship came closer and closer to it's destination, massive doors opened to reveal what lay before. A sprawling cityscape nestled within the dome of the massive unfinished worldcraft, the lights led on toward the largest spire at the center of the unholy monument to the Dark Side.
The residential palace of the Heathen Priests awaited, but it was not they who this meeting was intended for. Two Nephilim stood at the ready, awaiting the arrival of the esteemed guest as the vessel touched down. The mute giants lumbered to their knees in reverence as was the will of the one they were bound to, a sign of respect owed to a Sith from those who were not so. The Sithspawn rose when the time came and led the cloaked figure deep within the confines of the palace to the lair of the Dark Voice. The mouthpiece of the Maw's deities, unholy 'Voice of the Maw'. A set of double doors sprawled open, flanked on each side by Palatine Guards into an arena shaped chamber outlined by several seats and a central throne at the far end, a central podium stood within the center of the chamber. Nestled within the hollow center was a sand-filled bowl and the ceremonial headpiece of the 'Voice' resting within.
The Palatine Guards took their leave as a voice crept in from each corner of the chamber inward, the direction of sound escaping logical explanation as a single figure emerged near the central throne in red outlined robes belonging to that of a Sith and a hood shrouding his face.
