Faction A meeting in troubled waters S.o.S

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I'm comfortably seated on my chair in the abandoned space station I had previously scoped out and decided to take over, serving as my temporary headquarters. I am located in a remote corner of the galaxy, all the way down in the bottom left of the map, to be as far away as possible.

What a stroke of luck that this abandoned station was easy to access; I just had to restore the oxygen system and reinstate the main shields, and it now serves as headquarters for the faction I work for. The hangar is even more spacious, but I still have work to do to reactivate the Coaxium lines, the infirmary, etc. There's a lot of work waiting for me. It's no small task, as I have a meeting with a Dark Lord.

I've already met him; he is the Master of Anastarsia. I think I will propose to recruit him into the faction. I need staff, and I think our goal might also interest him. I will have to convince him to join me. For the occasion, I have had some appetizers prepared, a good bottle of champagne, and wine. It's a time for celebration. I must not appear needy but as someone who has power and ambition.

I'm checking the data on my Datapad; he shouldn't be too late to arrive. What's different today is that I am completely free to move as I please; I don't depend on anyone and what I am about to do, I don't know if it's a good idea but I am doing it anyway because one must make progress in life. I have worked hard enough on physics, chemistry, and the arts of the Force to be able to handle a Dark Lord now.

However, this station is still in ruins so I hope there will be no fighting and only negotiations. The advantage of a station in space is that it can be located anywhere without causing too much trouble. I have therefore decided to renovate it and settle in.

All I have to do now is take a small appetizer that is placed next to me and start eating. I will explain my project to him and I hope he will agree to help me.

Little by little, bit by bit, I definitely intend to go wild. But one thing is for sure: I can't do it alone. I need allies of strength and power; I want to enter into the games of power now. And who knows? Maybe I will finally achieve my goals, completely freed from my chains. After all, that's what the Sith Code says.

Of course, I allow his ship to land in the hangar; the turrets shouldn't bother him now

Darth Hemorpheus

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

TAG: Lyssara Thrynn

The Stealth Fighter came out of cloaking near the Station, its nose as a blade poised to plunge into the hangar of this corpse of a cannibalized base of operations. The Lord of Life had been summoned by the most unlikely of souls, The Disciple of Diarch Rellik who had ambitions of her own. When the ship set down in the hangar, the debris moved as it pushed it aside with its wings. Pieces of guard rails began to float about, and boxes, not by the Force, rather by a lack of gravity. The ramp descended, and emerging from it was as if the craft was giving its own blood to this station, a figure draped in burgundy, who's mask had tubes like veins themselves. The only thing tethering him to the ground was His Power, calling his boots to remain tightly fastened to the pavement as he came to a door that was partially ajar, with his hand he made the two malfunctioning ends press inward and he stepped into a hall, where they was a measure of gravity, though at times it would be lost, the generators no doubt were in need of repair. It was fitting experience, almost a physical manifestation of the world that was being proposed, and that Hemorpheus intended to create when he comes back from The Threshold.

There was a moment of pause inside the Former Archon's heart, to come and meet the most promising apprentice of Diarch Rellik could be a trap. While he had remained on terms with The Lord of Death, Nexion, he had for the most part been out of touch with The Diarchy, even Ana, his once assistant and apprentice he had only recently encountered on Peridea, where he bore new scars from that relationship. His breaths began to echo through the halls as he began to follow the traces of a presence he was familiar with, though it was not quite as he remembered on Odar-Faustin. He was sure his metamorphosis no doubt would make him alien to Lyssara, having become the Vassal of Darth Nyx, and connected to The Storm. Alas, he has severed the clouds full influence over him on Peridea, the chief reason he had gone there, other than to find the Door To The Beginning, where he glimpsed The Threshold, and realized that he must take Lord Nexion's advice, and begin his search for the dominion he sought anew.

Making his way into another wing of this Station, he began to fill some more natural sensations as he took steps, indicating that She had restored power, as he felt its current in the walls, and saw lights ahead, and gravity seemed to be more reliable. He followed the light, and came to a door, with a window, therein he saw a great room with a window, screens, and consoles. This might be Operations, and within he saw a figure, a Woman, and he taking his velvet red glove knocked against the door in a gesture as old as time to bid her hello and ask for admittance...

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I think my guest has arrived, I hear him knocking on the door. It opens automatically to reveal the Dark Lord standing behind it. I greet him with a warm smile, indicating my gratitude for his presence.

"Did you have a good journey? Please help yourself, we have wine, champagne, and other festivities that I've taken the trouble to arrange."

I gesture towards the small display with all the food it's like a self-service banquet where guests are free to take as much food as they want, and it's exactly the same here.

To accompany what I say, I pick up a hors d'oeuvre and a good glass of wine, and settle down in my armchair. The room I am in is indeed the command center of the station, and I am working on restoring the systems one by one.

Some are damaged, so I've asked Nyva Shei to go and repair them for me. It will take her some time, however, since she is alone with droids, and we must manage to coordinate all this.

"Thank you for coming; it means a lot to me. I won't beat around the bush I've created a new faction and I'd like to know if you'd like to be a part of it. My goal is simple: I want to reach the highest rank at the top and sit atop the world. I also want to help populations in need and have a place where I can feel safe in this galaxy. Such is the will of the project I've launched."

That's about it, no need to complicate things further. The more I ramble, the more I risk losing the essence of my message, although I have no doubt that he is very intelligent I must be clear myself. Sometimes, simplicity is best. You could say it's like a recruitment office here, but in the form of a party. No CVs needed to apply here, and I also don't care about what path he took before arriving here.

Of course, I have some secondary objectives, but I will come to those later. I eat another hors d'oeuvre while enjoying the view from the station's bay window. For now, this isn't the classiest of my plans but I'm working on making it so. I imagine big banners with the faction's logo, neon lights matching the colors of the faction, and that sort of thing. I'd also like to have a somewhat secret room where there are seats that allow us to make all decisions like a council would. I'm not afraid to dream big.

"If you are interested, you are obviously welcome, and within the faction, everyone is free to move as they please—I'm not here to give orders in an authoritarian and restrictive manner, although it can become that depending on the situation, but my aim is to share a safe place with you."

Darth Hemorpheus

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

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As he was admitted inside, there was bright pink line lights on the ceiling and the floors, with music blaring through the comms that was hypnotic (see vid above) and it in is symphonic sound, with cathedral tones even seemed to announce The Lord of Life. Who upon Greeting Lyssara Thrynn reached for his helm and began to remove it, taking the cords that looked like pipes of rubber in his neck, and taking it off, revealed a face most pale, his long red locks falling over his shoulders, and his eyes a glow with deep lavander as he looked at her and said,
"I confess that I was rather surprised at your invitation, Ana and you being so close.. though she is now lost to us both. Perhaps that gives us some common ground, well that and Faustin, I owe you for your aid in that mess. Hence why I have come."

He then listened to her proposal, short and sweet, just as a Man of Science prefers. No pomp, not circumstance, simply the points of what she hoped to achieve striking out on her own. There was no mistake that her power had grown great, that was clear on Peridea, and Ana had taught her well The Magicks, this combined with the dark side made her formidable. Though as any inquisitive soul, he decided to ask her some questions.
"You seem to have some similar aims to my Master, Dark Lady Nyx, who wishes to reign a top of the summit of this galaxy. Do not all the cabal of Dark Lords, and even the Diarchy in their own way seek the same? It is wise you are stepping from their shadow though be careful to not make the same mistakes."

Laying his great mask down, he took a glass of champagne, and walking over to her said,
"I have not need for a throne that can be given this side of life.. my ambitions are more esoteric, more existential. I have no challenge against you if you wish to be seated as a majesty over all."

As he contemplated the freedom she promised, that he could go and come as he pleased, and that they would do more than fashion an empire, they would help others, this appealed to him immensely. For while he was a Sith Lord, he felt that the new way forward was not to dominate, to make people fear you, rather to make them love you; to become a ruler that earned their trust, and took care of them. This had been the misight of many empires, they forgot the huddled masses at the bottom of the pyramid, that if guided could caste those at the point from their thrones. Hemorpheus began to consider, her propsoal seemed straightforward, and it honestly did not as of yet contradict his commit to Darth Nyx, who wanted creations to take the worlds she had her eyes on. In truth he was growing weary of the chains, as Lord Nexion so aptly had described them. He wanted to cross The Threshold, and instead he had been making monsters for Her. He was become disillusioned, the comfort of His Mistress, The Storm, had been nullified when he went to Peridea, and left the galaxy of her influence. So now he was acutely aware that he had been a pawn all along, and here Lyssara was offering him a seat in a new Order.

"I will join my hand with yours, allow you to be omnipontent regina (queen), if I am allowed my space to seek the Threshold and achieve the Great Odessey as I was seeking to do under The Diarchy, and under Darth Nyx. Do we have a bargain then? I will help you achieve gains, expand and consolidate your power, and together we can show your subjects what it means to be ruled by love and care rather than fear."
He extended his hand, the gauntlet and glove as blood leather. He was rather amused at this turn of events. He had always favored Diarch Rellik, and this was his Disciple, and she was Sister in the Night to Ana, making her close to all save Nexion that he cared about.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

It's amusing to note that it's the same people who play a decisive role in our history. Dark Nexion is the one who introduced me to the Sith order and then into the diarchy. Today, I understand better the stakes we are playing for, and that's why I want to have my share of the pie and dream big enough. One thing that surprises me, he's surprisingly easy to convince.

Without warning, I grab my datapad, type an invitation on my keyboard, and send it directly to his to officially invite him to join the faction. I send him all the station's authorizations at the same time; now he can also use it for any purpose he desires.

"I have given you complete system administrator authorization for the station."

This way, he is treated as an equal to me because my goal is not to rule tyrannically but to help people achieve their personal goals. While achieving my own goals, of course. In this alliance of circumstances, it's a win-win situation.

After granting all the accreditations, I raise my glass and toast with him to enjoy a festive atmosphere. I respectfully nod my head towards him as a sign of respect.

I then turn towards the station's computers and start typing on them to display specific data.

"I've decided to rehabilitate this station to make it a kind of temporary headquarters, but as you can see, there is still a lot of work to do. Nyva is restoring the systems on her side, and although she is making good progress with the droids she has, there is still so much to do. Moreover, if you want to settle in a specific part of the station, you can make it your home; there is no problem with that."

I myself have decided to take over certain parts of the station that will serve as my main base and home from now on. After all, one has to start somewhere, and this new space station, which will soon be brand new, will offer us some significant advantages

Darth Hemorpheus