A Dark Cloud Descends Upon Coruscant. [One Sith] (Ask)

[Lord Depravious]

Shaidin Kamari's shuttle slowly began to lose altitude as it approached the docking bay G-17 that lead into the senate building of Coruscant. He had heard that the One Sith had taken this planet in a great battle. It was also the only thing good that he had heard of them since his resurfacing. Regardless this was a great loss to the republic and more than likely dealt them a swift and mighty blow. He wasn't here to congratulate however, he was here to take back what was rightfully his.. Political power in the faction that he had one time ruled over for so long.

He wouldn't, however, be abrupt or blunt with the current Lords and Ladies of the 'One Sith' they after all did nothing directly to him and for what he could see they were at least doing what they could to possibly try to make the faction better, they simply seemed to need some guidance from a man quite experienced in the art of leading the faction to greatness and domination.

As his shuttle touched down Lord Depravious's visage could be seen walking down the ramp of his shuttle. He slowly began to walk as the man that was standing there awaiting his arrival bowed his head down low.

"Greetings, my lord we have been waiting for you!" The man respected Lord Depravious merely out of fear of his skill instead of out of love and honor. This was something Lord Depravious didn't too much like but he would have to come to terms with - but instead of doing what most Sith Lords would do and cast this man aside Lord Depravious also gave the man an honorable bow in return.

Shocked the man stood silent for a moment - he hadn't ever had a Lord of the Sith treat him with such respect in return so he simply gulped and ran into the ship to resume his normal duties of docking procedures.

As Lord Depravious began to walk down into the building his cape slowly drug behind him - the fur lightly touching and dragging along the metal as he walked. With each step he took his vision narrowed upon his goal, and his face and his movements began to grow colder. Those who walked by him could even say they would almost feel the heat drained from their very bodies before returning about their days.

With each step he took his movements became more crisp and his gaze flickered as his thoughts rushed through his mind. He was ready for whatever the hierarchy of this faction wished to tell him, and in return they would have to be ready as well. The metal of the floor clanging under his boots gave Lord Depravious a slight twinge on the back of his neck. He much preferred the solid thud of ground under his boots; nevertheless, he was here to do something that could shape the future around this faction being dominant over all other factions in the universe. None would stand in the way of his goals.

 

[Garza]

Why does everyone look for the shining light in life? Because they want happieness, power, and authority. Simple. The more authority you had, the more power for you to gain. And in turn, allowed you to do anything you want. Which is happiness. Almost all of the Sith around here wanted to rule at the top, take revenge against the Jedi, and/or become the best in their field. I wanted none of these. Being at the top of the food chain made you rise up above those in the crowd. It forces you to make decisions that you would normally not do. I had no grudges against the Jedi. The only problem was that they stood in my way, and I didn't want to be the best. I want to live a simple life. Since I have been taken as a child, I have not had the simple life. Formed with Sith Alchemy, Poisonous blood running in my veins, And my left arm deformed into a cursed form.

I wanted to be able to hold her hand. The hand of the one person I cared for. To do that, I needed To obtain this authority, and power. I wanted to make it somewhat safe for the both of us. There were many ways I could do that. I just needed to find the right one. So far, I have not. I needed to find something. Anything that can get me a step ahead. I wanted at least a chance. Right now? I stood outside the building. the Sith Temple. Taken from the clutches of the Jedi Order as the name of The One Sith, rose to come into the light.

The snap click of a lighter, with the flame hidden to prevent the wind from snatching it away from the cigarette. Puffing the smoke to hang around me for a few seconds before leaving with the wind. I moved to put the pack away, sliding it into my breast pocket of my leather jacket. It was open revealing a simple red t-shirt with the name of a band I listened to. From the bottom of the steps, I saw a rather tall man, dressed in a cloak that dragged the ground. And it was hard to tell what was underneath. But I could have guessed armor, or finely done clothing. Nonetheless, I could still feel strengh that radiated from the man. I could almost feel his veins and ateries pulsing with life. One that was unnaturally long. Almost as though this man had lived through the four hundred years of darkness, and the Gulag plague.

Something was up, and life here in the temple was going to change fast. Situations change, and this would be the start of it. That much I knew. I watched as the man passed me. Alone. I stubbed out my cigarette in my hand. Not really feeling a thing as I then placed it into my pocket to save for later. It was here that I moved behind the man. Not caring that he would know that I was following him, I wanted to see how all of this was going to start, and how it was going to end. I was silent as I walked behind him. Not even making a notion to attack, or even be a threat for him. With the way this man was walking, he was clearly not going to take anybodys crap. If you got in his way, you were going to maybe, MAYBE be asked once to move before you were dispached.

I had no idea on what he wanted to do. So I kept my left hand holding onto the grip of Storm. Ready should he turn on me, or if someone else felt like calling him out.

[member="Lord Depravious"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Lord Depravious"] | [member="Vincent Imura"] |

It had been five days since the events on the spire. There had been betrayal, the clash of minds and the fall of a Dark Lord of the Sith. Darth Ayra did not pretend to know what had happened to the mysterious Voss, that had forced her onto her knees with his mere presence during the early stages of her apprenticeship under Pandeima. Her gaze lifted at the thought of her Sith Master. She had also fallen on the top of the spire, to her hand. Now she was the Sith Master. A true Sith Lord.

Ayra felt no regret. She had done what she needed to do. Pandeima had presented herself as a weakness for far too long. The events on Barab I had been the final straw, pushing back the imperative set to them by their predecessors back by several years. The unknown forces that blockaded her movements were still around, meaning that until they were destroyed or absorbed, then the work was at a stand still.

So she had used her master's death as a gateway to the One Sith. No longer an unknown affiliate to the Dark Lord of the Sith, his hands and voices. It was a perfect death.

And yet she felt that Pandeima was still around, somewhere.

The cowl of her dark robe was lifted over her head. She found herself on the top of the stairway leading up to the domain of the One Sith. Many Jedi had died here and so she had come to reaffirm her decisions, to gaze out upon Coruscant and to think on her next strategy. She presumed her next stop would be to speak with someone like [member="Darth Janus"] and build relations with the Umbaran. Or perhaps a conversation with [member="Darth Isolda"] herself?

The shadow of a man caught the yellow eyes of the Sith Lord, as she turned her gaze from the skyscrapers and city blocks in the background towards him. Her hands lifted to the cowl of her robe and lowered it slowly. "Who are you?" was her first question, hand near her Lightsaber.

 

[Reverance]

The constructed Sith temple was a mix of old and new, recent construction that harken back to the days of Korriban and the valley of the Dark Lords. Monuments of Sith of Old littered the scaffolding and outside perimeters, as if monoliths staring down upon the world around them and finding it wanting. The stone used was reminiscent of the dusty deserts of the Sith home world, spattering of debris and decay was absent yet implications resided within, as if a future was told in the changing of times. Things were here to stay, the words echoed across the interior chambers and exterior walls. A sort of ancientness had already taken over, even with the implementation of new technologies and metal and electricity. It still had the same feel.

He had found his way to this place after the events in the Spire. The change, the betrayal, the reckoning. Things that fell within his purview now rested at his feet, questions finding answers in the musings of men upon bending knee. Giving plea and fealty to a being that wasn't there but made promises nonetheless. Promises of movement, of war, and of pain. The last was the most important to him, a pain born of fire and necessity. Sulfur raining down from the skies or beings swallowed within boiling oceans, it all felt biblical to him. As if this thing that had always been on it's way and was suddenly standing in the threshold. Made him all tingly. Worlds were falling and beings were reborn from the ashes, those who could endure would rise up and taste the sooty freedom that they had earned and would relish in their own accolades. Freedom blackened in his own endeavors, worlds doused in gasoline and struck with the match.

But for now, he would bide his time. He wasn't yet the agent of destruction that he wanted to be, it was a matter of trust and dependence. Instead, he resided here, for now, with his hand stuck to the fire. Not of the world, but of the bowl. A large one cemented in the middle of large circular room, ornamented with seating that gave the feel of a small auditorium. The fire licked and kissed at his extended hand, sending emboldened shadows of his figure against the wall behind him, dancing in waves and hisses. Set to the same beat, smaller versions of the statues were equipped with their own parading silhouettes, shadows forever cast in a sort of dance off between ancient lords of the Sith. Gabriel donned his armorweave cowl and robe and adorned the lightsabers beneath the robes, hidden and attached magnetically to the backplate. But these people, in this place, wouldn't know the Sith Lord by his birth name. They would know him only as Reverance.

His mind drifted to a sense of longing, a sense to linger upon some other place. To not be standing so idly by. But in the same vein, he hated Coruscant and the decadence and corruption and filth that it represented. Trading, swindling, murdering, tax evasion, and crimes of the like. He had visited the underworld a number of times and while he hated that place more than the rest of the planet, he was beginning to appreciate the honesty of it. It wasn't afraid to show it's true face, it wasn't afraid to tell it how it is, and it wasn't afraid to knock you into the dirt and take everything you had. There was a certain respectability in that, even if it needed discipline all the same, a whip taken to the beast that bites the hand that feeds. This hate manifested in an almost palpable presence, a desire to crush something or beat a body with bare hands until nothing was left. But it hit a wall, just as his hate always had, energy focused into a solid beam as opposed to full dispersal. Such were the quiet thoughts of a Sith Lord given the time to just...think.

[member="Darth Ayra"] | [member="Vincent Imura"] | [member="Lord Depravious"]

 

[Isar]

An Ewok waddled by a guy in a big cape and felt a sudden chill. He turned and peered up at the fellow, glancing between him and the blonde, who asked the predictable.

Warok replied for him.

"Mmm. Chak-chak. I know him. He Korriban warrior. Master of time and space. Defeated by polar bears."

With that little tidbit of knowledge dispensed, he continued toddling off to a location devoid of grandiloquent sesquipedalians.


[member="Lord Depravious"], [member="Darth Ayra"], @Reverence.

 

[Lord Depravious]

((OOC: I'm sorry for such a long delay in posting, i'll reply to this later. thanks so much for being patient!))