A New Order (Dominion Sith)

[Grace Darkson]

In the grand hall of Castle Bast, Grace was pacing, watching as the last bit of rubble was swept away from the room. It was amazing to her how little the Mecrosa had cleaned up. For nobles, they had left so much just strewn about. It had taken weeks just to get the lower levels clean enough to host the meetings with Nica-something and Bartic. Now as she finally cleared the last of the rubble from the main hall, part of her wondered if they had left the castle as they had found it as a symbol of staying with tradition. The broken statue a reminder of something.

Either way, Grace would have none of it. Bast would look like a fresh, new area for those who came to learn the Dark Side. And she would guide them down that path.

Whether she wanted to or not.

The Dark Side was something dangerous, and something near-uncontrollable. Part of her wondered if it was a mistake to train them, to bring up a new generation of power-hungry beings that could very well become the evils they sought to destroy. But then again, if she didn't do it, someone else would. And that person would make thim into worse monsters than she ever could.

She would train them. And they should be here soon.

[member="Jack Anderson"] [member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Yula Knezevic"] [member="Vorian Adasca"] [member="Darth Rage"]

 

[Klesta]

Yula, the commanding officer of the 7th Starfighter Division, was one of the most active celebrated starfighter pilots in the Sith world, so it came to no surprise that she was invited to this party. In her mind, the distinction between Sith world and dark-sided world has to be made because the First Order, while part of the dark-sided world, was not considered a Sith faction. She was going to Castle Bast, invited there by [member="Grace Darkson"], where acid rains pouring outside made her wish for what Manah wanted to do with orbalisks; exploiting orbalisk chitin to make armor that can then be worn. Then again, wishing for armor made from orbalisks triggers her worst fears, especially since the cleaning of the castle was just finished. She arrived long before [member="Jack Anderson"], [member="Cairyn Midore"] or [member="Vorian Adasca"] would. I would gladly train every Sith pilot at the Dominion's disposal, she thought, while being mindful of not speaking too quickly, nor to drop in unannounced.

"Yula Knezevic has arrived"

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Cairyn had no idea where he was, having been wandering the general vicinity of Castle Blast for a good while, yet never thinking to make that one right turn. The scenery certainly wasn't bad, if you were in to the gloomy and rubble. It was when the acid started to fall that the sense of urgency started to kick in. Encountering the castle left him with a shred of resent towards his own stupidity, though the far more dominant emotion was a growing excitement that had the Teevan nearly bouncing off walls.

And so Cairyn arrived, a skip in his step and a tune hummed with little care for who heard it. He popped his head into every crevice he could find, at this point making a game of it about as much as he was actually looking for the established meeting area. After all, everything he did was a bit of a game. A power play, at the very least.

Finally, his had popped into the great hall. Eyes widened, not expecting to find purchase in actual people, blinking several times before he spoke. "Hello?"

 

[Darth Rage]

[SIZE=11pt]Audroti marched through the bleak canyons of Bast as the acidic rains fell from the sky. Fat stinging droplets kicked up soft clouds of dust as they fell to the ground and it was accompanied by a soft sizzling sound. But, the Red demon marched through the rain unafraid. It would part around him as if by unseen force field and then simply splash to the ground around his feet. Rage’s crystal heart glew then dimmed beneath his simple black tunic with each breath he took. He noticed a large statue of some obsidian coated Sith lord that had been torn down. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Musn’t have been a very good Sith [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Rage thought to himself as he marched to the front of the castle, a large stone fortress that had withstood the test of time throughout the millennia. Great menacing stone doors stood open as if expecting guest. Rage released the force and he entered.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Someone will catch a cold if you leave these doors open,” The Sith joked. [/SIZE]

 

[Darth Exode]

Ravana strode through the Entrance of Castle Bast, her hips swaying slightly as she did, her Lightsabers moving with her hips. She wore a Black Hood, along with a dark Ash-Grey Clone Armour-like Chestplate, Shin and Thigh Guards, her right hand twitching in eagerness, as she thought of what had happened recently.
Ravana had left the One Sith, with the leave of her Master Darth Trahison, and explored Force Nexus's such as Dagobah, Dathomir, Tatooine, Taris, Korriban (Her Home Planet), Ziost, and the like. Ravana found Crystals for her Lightsabers, Fought a Krayt Dragon, and managed to bait it into a Trap before crushing it with an avalanche, and took it's Pearls for her own, making a pretty penny out of them, and even managing to find a Sith Holocron on Korriban, which much to her infuriation, she has been unable to open.
After her Three Year stint of Exile, Ravana found herself in a rather changed Galaxy when she came back to where Darth Trahisonwas. Her Master was apparently Dead, but not my her hand, but the hands of a Bounty Hunter, like her old lover, if the fact that everything was stolen was anything to go by. Freed of her Master, she had heard of the rising power of the Dominion, and in a moment of little restraint, she had joined up, knowing that they were the path to her gaining the power she wanted, needed, and craved.
Now, here in this very Castle, Ravana maybe able to learn something new of the Dark Side, or if not, at least brush up on her Saber Skills, two things she was quite eager to do, if the excitement in her burning Yellow-Gold eyes was anything to go by.

 

[Jack Anderson]

Jack's mercenary company was conducting exercises further off in the rocky formations and acid rains it was a simple matter to cover himself in a rubber coat, throw on a pair of goggles, hop on a speeder, and make his way to the castle, the same one that fate had kept him from reaching previously. He was invaded by [member="Grace Darkson"], the same person whom had showed him his initial potential with the force she now appeared to be offering teaching to several others as well as expanding on the first lessons he got back in that sith temple.

Jack striped off the overcoat he had over his armour, entered the room with the rest of the 'students',' lit a cigar, and spoke up, "Frakking hell Grace, you've got nothing but a bunch'a kids here."

Jack looked around the room and confirmed his statement, other than him and Grace only one other member looked to be older than twenty standard years.

[member="Darth Exode"] [member="Darth Rage"] [member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Yula Knezevic"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

The broken statue's last few vestments would be gone within a week. Or so was the plan. Grace had some ideas form what to replace it with, but she wouldn't be doing so anytime soon. There was always the risk that Godshatter would go over-budget, and there was no way she would let something like that fail so she could erect statues. No, there were more important uses of her time. She smiled, thinking about what may come. If she could mold them into something more than power-hungry bickering Tu'kata, then maybe she had a chance at making them something useful to the Dominion. Something worth the effort.

Loyalty wouldn't do. A Sith was loyal only to Power, and the Dominion would often go against that. No, they had to be shown some other means. Maybe...

[member="Yula Knezevic"]'s arrival broke her revelry, and the Vahla stopped pacing. The Starfighter Ace was young, far younger than Grace would expect anyone of her talent or resume to be. Commander of a starfighter division, owner of one of the few news companies in the Stygian Caldera, and probably more. She nodded to the girl, her yellowed eyes focusing on the pilot for a moment before shifting to those entering behind her.

The next one was a child. She studied him for a moment. He was young, almost as young as Yula, and seemed half as composed. She responded to [member="Cairyn Midore"] with a short stare, and a simple nod of acknowledgment. Nothing more.

The third was taller, and though [member="Darth Rage"] looked like a man nearly ten years her junior, she could sense that wasn't entirely true. The Sith species was one she had never had the chance to see in the flesh, and seeing one in the flesh was something interesting. Part of her wanted to talk to him about their culture, get the perspective of one who grew up in their rites. But if she got such a chance, it would be later. Now, she gave him the same nod she had given everyone else.

[member="Darth Exode"] was another point of interest. The Sith woman walked with a confidence of one who had seen much, and was proud of it. Pride in one's achievements was good, but she would need to be careful to not let it blind her in the future. The same cold nod was all the woman got.

Finally, there was [member="Jack Anderson"]. The man was one of her few regrets. She had opened his eyes to this world, and from what she could tell, he intended to follow it to the end. The others had found it on their own. They were beings for her to shape. Jack wouldn't be here, headed down this destructive path if she had been more careful. Whatever happened to him was her fault. She gave him a nod, chuckling internally at his comment. Her mind touched his own, leaving a small message. All the easier for you, then.

Looking around the room, she spoke for the first time since any of them had entered. "Welcome to Castle Bast." Her voice was hard, unforgiving, as if she didn't care that they had arrived. "You came because you wanted something. All of you have had some taste of the Dark Side. Maybe it was at a young age. Maybe you were raised in it. Maybe you found something that ensnared you to it. Or," Her gaze shifted, looking to Jack, "Maybe you had something happen more recently."

"You came because you wanted more. You want power. I am here to offer it to you." She paused, meeting each of their eyes as she did. "Look around the room. The others in here are not your friends. They are rivals, and will use you as a pawn to reach their own goals." Her eyes narrowed. "Make sure they do not leave you in the dust."

 

[Darth Rage]

[SIZE=11pt]Rage walked into the room and the rest of its occupants came into view. He stared down at them from the top of his nose. They were mere peasants in the presence of an ancient Sith, despite Rage having lost much during his hibernation they’d find that the magics that bound him would still be more than a match for any of them. Rage had mastered the art of immortality and in a sense could even keep others from dying, but only if they were strong enough.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Still Rage did not think any of them strong enough. He listened to the woman speak with only half a heart. That is until she mentioned pawns. That’s when Rage’s interest became piqued. Games like the kind she spoke of often proved to be the best to build one’s power base in. When it came to these sorts of manipulations Rage found he had millennia worth of practice and teaching. Rage looked around the room and felt out with the force in an attempt to encompass those around him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He probed their minds and felt their power, basked in it. He contemplated putting his plans in motion even now, but decided it would be to obvious. So, instead he decided to simply make idle conversation and if the opportunity presented itself he’d take it. But, deep down Rage wished to consume them all. To make their power his. When he was but an acolyte the ancient Sith believed this could be achieved through consuming another's “Soup”, but Rage had learned the true secret to absorbing another's power.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It lied within the crystal that seemed to consume him so fully. Rage spied a lone soldier a man whose path here seemed to be a twist of fate. A twist that Rage could use. Rage confidently approached the man. His golden red eyes peered out like a serpent ready to strike and finally the Sith lord spoke. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Greetings, friend. My name is Audroti, but you may call me Rage. What brings you here?”[/SIZE]


[member="Grace Darkson"]
[member="Jack Anderson"]
[member="Darth Exode"]
[member="Cairyn Midore"]
[member="Yula Knezevic"]

 

[Darth Exode]

Ravana smirked slightly. She had immersed herself in the Dark Side of the Force from a Young age, and had training from Darth Talon, and Darth Maladi, as well as her Personal Master, Darth Trahison. The One Sith was all about Loyalty to the Sith, and to Darth Krayt over all, but she had fought other Aspirants and rivals, and Slew them, or left them weak and disgraced, as was her right.

All this was, to Ravana, was a new challenge, something to prove her excellence, and her power, against something new. A new combatant to fight, a new sentient to seduce and bind to her will, only to leave it when she had no need of it. She WOULD be Darth Exode, Lady of Seduction, Mistress of Pain, and she would reach the highest reaches of the Dark Side, able to equal, and surpass the Likes of Darth Revan, Darth Vader, Darth Krayt, and even perhaps Darth Andeddu himself.

She smirked, ready to accept her newest challenge, her Golden Eyes Sparkling with untold Lust and Delight.

This... would be something great...

"If introductions are to be done, I am Ravana Ardat." She said, her voice a seductive purr

 

[Riamah]

Ra had been discovered by the Dominion. She had been there at its founding and ever since that day could be seen around. Learning she could use the Force came along at about the same time. Her Force training had come in two forms- not counting activities taking place on battlefields, but more classroom training- Master Dune and then a Dark Side holocron. To this day, Ra is totally unaware that the little red pyramid is taking her down a Dark Sided path. She's not told anybody about that holocron.

One thing Ra wants is knowledge and she knows that knowledge is power.

She's also very quiet and more an observer than a talker, so she stood off to the side of the room and as the others came in, they never noticed her. She listened to the words of [member="Grace Darkson"] and nodded. Unknowingly in the past, Ra had used the Force to manipulate business associates when striking bargains and deals so they always ended in her favor. She had since learned this form of manipulation was a dark tendency and to shy away from using it. However, it was what she naturally did without always knowing it.

In the past, she had met Grace before, ran a mission with the woman, but never got to know her. During that mission, Ra had been touched by the Dark Side more than even she knew. [member="Darth Exode"], she had met and had a wild night with and Ra smiled slightly when she walked in the room. Though she still kept silent not yet wanting to draw any attention to her presence. The others entered, but Ra was unfamiliar with any of them.

Introductions started and when Ravana was done, Ra decided it was time to reveal herself. Stepping out from where she had been sitting, she would be seen by all. Her white hair would draw all their eyes, at least for a moment.

"I am Ra'a'mah Numare."

She looked directly at [member="Darth Rage"] and even if the question had been meant for [member="Jack Anderson"], she answered it anyway.

"I'm here for knowledge and information."

[member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Yula Knezevic"]

 

[Klesta]

"I'm Yula Knezevic"

To be fair, Yula would never be a divisional starfighter commander were it not for the rapid expansion of the Dominion's starfighter forces. While an avenue for rapid promotion, it had a short window. It also meant that she spent most of her flight time training other pilots. It was more happenstance that made her earn such a large-scale command of starfighter forces than anything else; only the Resurgent Empire or the Sith Ascendancy would have offered such a command this early in a Sith Ace's career, provided one was a Sith to begin with. Then again, she knew that few Sith actually wanted anything to do with battlefield commands, let alone starfighter commands. Sith were often portrayed as wanting control from a cozy position when fighting space engagements, and starfighter combat (and, with it, command) being much more rough-and-tumble. Ground command was fair game, even though Sith commanders tended to place a disproportionate importance to themselves in any battle plan: Midvinter was a major operational failure. Was [member="Grace Darkson"] aware of the circumstances of the Dominion's rapid starfighter growth? But she looked directly at [member="Darth Rage"], answering his question, while [member="Darth Exode"], [member="Ra'a'mah"], [member="Jack Anderson"] and [member="Cairyn Midore"] were all looking at her.

"I would gladly provide some training for the next generation of Sith affiliated to the Dominion"

 

[Cairyn Midore]

He was content, albeit a bit bored waiting for the others to show, waving at the others as they came in. The armored fella, [member="Jack Anderson"], however, ruined any sense of civility Cairyn had been willing to put forth. Kids? He was calling them kids? Wrong or not, the fact that he had the gall to vocalize whatever objections he had put him immediately on Midore's bad side. He would've said something, wanted to, but [member="Grace Darkson"] snapped his attention to the topic at hand.

The more she talked, the more he was ready to get started. Forget any introductory bits, he wanted to cut to the chase, eliminate some of the competition. As she finished her introduction, he turned to the rest, offering a bright smile that oozed both friendly and malevolence, greeting them all with a sing-song tilt of the voice.

"Hello pawns, good to meet'cha. I'm Cairyn."

@Ra'a'mah [member="Darth Exode"] [member="Darth Rage"] [member="Yula Knezevic"]

 

[Jack Anderson]

When the youngest looking member of the group spoke up offering to provide training it took all Jack had to not fall over laughing, able to hide the beginning of the laugh behind a fake cough. Jack had little care for the use of people like pawns, but having fallen pray to the ruin's tricks he was not eager to repeat the experience, it wouldn't be hard to keep on top of all of these kids, the squabbling that might arise from that shouldn't be any more difficult than dealing with the more immature members of his company, easier because there was now way the kids had any experience with how a man like him worked.

Jack took another puff of his cigar and spoke at Grace again, seeing that the question for him from the man calling himself Rage was hijacked, "When are we gonna' get started? I can only leave my men in this rain for so long before they get too soggy."

[member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Yula Knezevic"] [member="Ra'a'mah"] [member="Darth Exode"] [member="Darth Rage"] [member="Grace Darkson"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

She watched their responses with interest. For the most part, they were all so young. It seemed odd, off to her. A bunch of children. Most were young enough that Grace had been training as a Sith longer than they had been alive. It amused her, although not as much as it seemed to amuse [member="Jack Anderson"], that the youngest in the room offered to train the others. Although, to be fair, [member="Yula Knezevic"] was by far the more powerful force user of the two. He could probably learn from the girl.

[member="Darth Rage"] had lived up to her expectation. His bearing and attitude to the others implied an age, a time and experience that his looks didn't give. How he had managed it, she wasn't sure. The Dark Side corrupted and destroyed its victims. It had never, as far as she knew, kept them young. She had heard a rumor of an alchemical masking technique that hid the user's true face. Was that what he had used? She didn't know.

When she spoke again, her voice was flat. "I have missions that need to be done. It will be a good test for all of you." She scanned the room, a small smile crossing her face. "Jack, you and Cairyn are going to go to Serenno. A noble in House Demici is holding on to a Holocron. You are to get it from him however you see fit. Keep in mind, however, that Serenno is a Dominion world, and any actions you take there are on your heads"

Looking around the room, she met the eyes of the Ace. "Yula, take Ravana with you to Kashyyyk. Buried in the Shadowlands is an ancient amulet, guarded by a terentatek. Bring both the artefact and the Sithspawn's hide back here. I advise you to be cautious. The beast is not to be trifled with." She turned to the remaining pair, tilting her head to one side. Wasn't [member="Ra'a'mah"] a Jedi? Odd. Well, as long as she was here... "Rage, you and Ra are going to Roon. There's an old temple of the Obsidian order. Go find what secrets they left behind and bring them back."

Turning back to the group as a whole, she spoke to them all again. "When you're done, meet me on Krayiss Two in three week's time. The Library-Temple will be waiting." She turned, began to walk towards a dest that had, among other things, a large array of books. She paused, as if remembering something. "Oh, and Jack?" Spinning on her heels, she turned to face him. "Your troops aren't allowed to set foot on Serenno."

[member="Darth Exode"] [member="Cairyn Midore"]

 

[Cairyn Midore]

A variety of emotions coursed their way through Cairyn's comparatively small body. First came excitement, then rage, followed by even more excitement at the prospect at making his new partner pay for his little comment from before. What tremendous luck! He turned to his new partner, giving [member="Jack Anderson"] a giant ol' wave.

Then came the confusion. His hand shot up into the air, waving enthusiastically for [member="Grace Darkson"]'s attention. "Hey, lady, does our partner have to, uh, survive?" He wondered, head cocking to the side, eyes blinking behind large frames. "And, I guess this is a little more important so, um, can we have weapons? Pretty please?" The stutters and such were added as a nice touch. He, at least, thought they were nice and that was all that really mattered.

[member="Yula Knezevic"] [member="Darth Rage"] [member="Darth Exode"] @Ra'a'mah

 

[Darth Exode]

Ravana just smirked. The Shadowlands. Kashyyyk. These were another place she hadn't visited before. And she only knew a little Shyriiwook. This would be interesting. "A new Sith artefact... very well. I imagine this may be fun." Ravana turns to [member="Yula Knezevic"], giving her a charming and sexy smile. "Come along, my darling. We have work that need doing. We may even get a Wookiee Skin rug at the end of all of this." With a giggle, she began to strut towards the doors, going for a ship. Kashyyyk should be fun...

 

[Klesta]

"I have my ship just outside of the confines of the castle: we mustn't dally too long around here"

Yula was a little uncomfortable with [member="Darth Exode"]'s attempt at seducing her in full view of other Sith, who may as well be jealous or otherwise feel negatively of them. She guided Ravana to the last known parking location of her own ship, or rather, a medvac ship so that the Wookiees would at least think the two Sith would be there for not-completely-malevolent reasons. Especially since she betrayed the Sith Order (and even wishes to take the fight to the Resurgent Empire or the Sith Ascendancy for that reason, and not just because they are splinter factions from the Sith Order) post-Yutan because they considered Sith-hood as an excuse for gratuitously stupid evil and she didn't. That, even though false-flag operations are often staples of the Sith brand of what Yula calls "gratuitous evil".

 

[Jack Anderson]

His new partner asked about weapons, Jack reached to one of his gun belts and undid it, he handed over a Model 22T4 and said, "Here kid, it's set to stun, but don't point it at anything you don't want to kill, and if you point it at me." Jack crouched down a bit to be at eye level, "Well, let's just say you don't want to point it me."

But the kid's remark did remind him of something, he finish his cigar and stomped it out before turning to Grace, "Hey Grace, can I get one of those light sticks, it'd be really helpful if I need to cut through anything."

While waiting for both the kid and Grace's response he pulled out and lit up another cigar.

[member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Yula Knezevic"] [member="Ra'a'mah"] [member="Darth Exode"] [member="Darth Rage"] [member="Grace Darkson"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Grace's hands rested on the desk as [member="Jack Anderson"] spoke. "Didn't I give you one already?" she muttered under her breath. No, wait... Of course she hadn't. He hadn't disturbed her since Krayiss Two. Right. She slowly walked towards the hallway, knocking on the wall. A hidden pannel slid open, and she pulled out a pair of simple cylinders. Tossing one to Jack and the other to [member="Cairyn Midore"], she spoke. "There you go. Now, you have a job to do."