A Knighting

[Darth Vyrassu]

LOCATION
Secret Planet (Jen'ari Empire New Capital)
Jen'ari Emperor's Throne room.

Vyrassu sits in his throne awaiting what is to come next. Vyrassu looks around his massive throne room, it was very dark, dimly lit with red glowing lights. Along the main walk in and out was pillars with the Jen'ari Empire Flag. In between the pillars were the Emperor's Shadow Guards. Force trained lethal protectors. Around the rest of the throne room lined Jen'ari Imperial officers and black armored Shadow Troopers. On the platform before the throne stood the sith, [member="Ozun Zhil"], [member="Zaralax"], [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"], [member="marlo tere"], [member="Jack Anderson"], [member="Darth Ivum"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Jaron Lesan"] and [member="Seras Goto"]. [member="Darth Elra"] was standing on a platform that was being hovered by the force next to Vyrassu's throne. Vyrassu was proud of today, an Acolyte becomes a Knight, and Vyrassu takes on an apprentice. Vyrassu turns his head to Darth Elra and nods to her and then Vyrassu looks to the shadow guards by the massive door and stares at them as if he were talking to them mentally. The Shadow Guards then opened the door to show [member="kyrinov"]. The only sith that wasn't lined up. The hundreds and hundreds of Imperial officers and troopers turned to Kyrinov and saluted as the hundreds of sith gathered bowed their heads in respect of the soon to be Sith Knight. Vyrassu simply raised his right arm waving kyrinov forward before putting his arm back on his throne chair.



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[Kyrinov]

Jen'ari Capital​

Throne Room​

Unspecified Time​

[member="Darth Vyrassu"] | [member="Darth Elra"] | [member="Seras Goto"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Darth Ivum"] | [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="marlo tere"] | [member="Ozun Zhil"] | [member="Zaralax"] | [member="Jack Anderson"]​

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He knew what this ceremony was, they all did.

[SIZE=9pt]He was going to become a Knight of the Jen’ari today, within the hour. Everything seemed to happen so quickly. One moment they were all waiting outside of the massive Throne Room. The next, he was standing outside of the throne room as the others were ushered into the dim hall. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Kyrinov waited for a long while as various Sith and troopers entered the Throne Room while he himself was restricted from entering. They all whispered hushed congratulations and various other praises that he, honestly, paid little mind to. He didn’t personally care for the praise of others. Words, in general, mattered little to the pale Knight-to-be. It was often actions that spoke the loudest. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]After all, if you couldn’t prove something with action, what good were empty words and plastic promises?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]But, even so, he thanked him with either a nod or a wave of his delicate hand with a stoic face as the Shadow Guards on either side of the door seemed to stare straight ahead silently. He smirked to himself. Even in their silence, the mere action of saying and reacting to nothing said volumes enough. They didn’t need to intercept or intrude on something. If they handled something, it would be done with the utmost confidence and precision. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He heard a slight creak as the massive and ornate metal door began to swing open from the inside, each door held by a Shadow Guard with a saber pike in the opposite hand. He turned to face the door as the Throne Room was taken in by his steel grey orbs. It was dark, so much so that he could hardly make out the Shadow Guards and the Shadow Troopers that surrounded the walkway. The only lighting came from the various crimson lights scattered about chamber. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Epicanthix took in a deep breath as the Shadow Guards shifted so that they were wedged on his shoulder, only one pace behind him as he began to walk forward. He wore his usual outfit as always. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Amnesia[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], his vibrosword, was sheathed on his right hip and [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Dirge, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]his lightsaber, on his left. Both of them felt like weights that grew heavier with each step he took towards the throne, towards his peers and the Dark Lords. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He wasn’t exactly sure what he looked like to everyone else. He knew that his skin and hair would have a red glow from the lighting around him. His eyes were probably piercing and a deep red color. His facial expression was likely stoic, but he didn’t know for sure. But, nonetheless, he stood at his full height, head held high. He really had no reason to be nervous about this situation. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Kyrinov approached the throne, pausing to nod to the various Sith gathered on the top platform in turn, nodding to Dianah last. He moved forward a few more steps and the Shadow Guards abandoned his side and moved to either side of their Master’s Throne. He gave a half bow at the waist to Darth Elra and then to Darth Vyrassu. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]When he rose, his eyes locked onto the man seated in the Throne. All he had to do now was wait and listen. He exhaled slowly through his nose. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The time had come.[/SIZE]

 

[Jack Anderson]

Jack stood to the side with the other Sith Acolytes and watch this was his first time in the actual throne room, it was quite the impressive place. The crimson light, while adequate for most beings seemingly vast everything in the room in an eerie shadow like the entire room was being illuminated with a thousand lightsabers, it was probably unsettling to the average person in the room, although with what Jack had seen in his short but exciting life it was just interesting. He looked around the room, like most others he wore his battle dress, shunning only the heavy weapons, having just his lightsaber and a verpine pistol hanging off of his belt as he watched the ceremony begin.

Like a kid he idly wondered what it would be like if it was him getting knighted rather than Kyrinov, but that was a long time off, so instead he occupied his mind by mentally beaching and clearing the room, but he still found himself board and fidgety, Jack had a significant disdain for inaction, he preferred to be actually doing something rather than just standing around. He could feel the weight of his armour, the slight moistening of the mask that covered his mouth and nose, the heat of other people in the room, it was enough to drive him mad. But seeing as he was near the front of room there was no way for him to slip out early for a smoke or a drink, he did have a small tube containing water nestled into the corner of his mouth, but that certainly didn't held take the edge off of his boredom, so he stood, and watched, and waited.


[member="Darth Vyrassu"] | [member="Darth Elra"] | [member="Seras Goto"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Darth Ivum"] | [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="marlo tere"] | [member="Ozun Zhil"] | [member="Zaralax"] | [member="Kyrinov"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

Jen'ari Capital​

Throne Room​

Unspecified Time​

[member=Darth Vyrassu] | [member=Darth Elra] | [member=Seras Goto] | [member=Rapax] | [member=Jaron Lesan] | [member=Darth Ivum] | [member=marlo tere] | [member=Ozun Zhil] | [member=Zaralax] | [member=Kyrinov] | [member=Jack Anderson]​

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Ceremonies were always incredibly boring. Being born and raised a Mandalorian Dianah had already had a lifetime's worth of ceremonies. Yet there she stood, on the floating platform, still as a rock next to the other acolytes. Dressed in a set of simple black robes, there was nothing about her that particularly stood out today. It would be dull and pretentious and long, as they always were. She was sure by now it was just an unwritten rule for the Sith and the Jedi alike. But there was a modicum of excitement about this particular event. Her good friend Kyrinov was finally making his way in the Galaxy. He had the backing of the Jen'ari Empire now, fully and completely. She was proud of him in the way only a friend could be.

Everyone else in the hall seemed restless. They were all patiently waiting for Kyrinov to appear. He had a flair for the dramatic though, just like she did. It was partly the reason they remained fast friends.

The doors to the end of the throne room creaked slowly open. He was standing in the blinding light that shone from behind and cast a long dark shadow over the floor. It stretched nearly the entire length of the aisle he would walk down. Coupled with the dreary red glow of the lamps that hung on the walls it all seemed very majestic. Dianah thought it was a very fitting entrance and completely worth the wait. She would tell Kyrinov so once this was all said and done. The thought made her laugh, almost outloud. He would hate her for it and it would amuse her deeply.

Once at the end of his long walk from the door to the throne there was nothing left to do but wait for the Dark Lord to say his bit.

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Jaron’s part in this ceremony was unknown to him. He was not a true Sith to this empire, though assisted it, nor did he hold any rank among them, yet he was allowed to witness this. A smirk spread across his face as he took in the enormity of the throne room. Sith liked big things. The Corellian in him immediately wondered what the Emporer was trying to compensate for, but he knew better than to ask that out loud.

First, he would be heard.

Second, he was convinced [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] would slap him for being that cheeky at her friends ceremony.

No, Jaron had promised to behave, but only for as long as he had to. Today was not an occasion for armor, but for the scratchy black robes he held onto for such formalities. Of course nothing about the outfit was typical. His own flair was worked in, and even the fabric was Dathomir Spider Silk and armor weave. It was practically as good as his armor anyway.

A hand went to the small of Dianah’s back as her friend entered. His lips rest close to her ear.

“When it is your turn, we will plan an even cooler entrance. The man has style, I’ll give him that...”

Jaron recognized him as the man who had been with Dianah during the campaign where he had shown off by killing the group of Jedi surrounding them. It had also been the place where Jaron had stollen their second kiss. That of course was what he remembered most, despite the familiar face of the man.

One day Jaron determined to be recognized among the Jen’ari, if only to make Dianah proud. Today, Jaron was still content to be his own free spirit. The Empire has yet to earn his trust, save for a few people in it.

[member="Jack Anderson"] | [member="Kyrinov"] | [member="Darth Vyrassu"]