Faction A Traitor's Banquet | Sith Order

[Darth Callidus]

Location: Denab | The Eternal Bastion, Banquet Hall
Tags: @open to Sith Order

It was all coming together so nicely.

It had been a few months since Callidus had 'Liberated' Denab from the corrupt governor and Denab Liberation Front. Both rebel and loyalist alike lay in the dirt, while Callidus sat upon the throne of all their wasted effort. She had struck when the time was right, and now, she was reaping her rewards. It was the Sith way, the proper way of the galaxy. The strong and cunning thrived while the weak became the stones on the path to ultimate ascension. Callidus still had some way to go before that, but there was no reason not to celebrate what had already been accomplished.

While the Eternal Bastion, her citadel and home on Denab was still being completed, she had ensured the Banquet Hall was completed. Massive in scale, tables ran along either side of the room, torches and braziers sending flickering light across obsidian black walls and red support pillars. At the far end of the hall, a glass window had been placed. It depeicted an ancient Sith Empire victory of one form or another, Callidus was unsure. It was impressive, and that is what mattered.

It was also set behind her throne, so all eyes would have to see her to marvel in the windows glory. Exactly as was right.

The invitations had been sent out for members of the Sith Order to attend this feast. A celebration to the glory of the Sith and its continuing exoansion across the galaxy. There would be feasts, and perhaps most importantly, entertainment. The first guests would be arriving soon, and Callidus stood near the entrance of the hall, ready to greet them as droids brought them inside.

 

[Chasianna]

Location: Banquet Hall, Eternal Bastion - Denab
Equipment: Fuchsia Edge (2)
Attire: Red Dress
Tag: Darth Callidus

Word had spread quickly across the Sith Order of the events which had transpired on Denab. The annihilation of the Denab Liberation Army, which had long been a thorn in the side of the Sith forces tasked with policing the local sector, was an achievement in and of itself. The feat was made that much more spectacular by the fact that in doing so, Callidus had also removed Denab’s corrupt weakling of a governor in the process.

For her part, Chasianna had read all that she could regarding the coup, perhaps so that she might one day orchestrate a play of her own in furtherance of the Eclipsing Mission. At the very least, the Qilin hoped to glean the deception and cunning necessary to carry out such a feat from the newly-minted Darth, even if only to know that she was capable of achieving something similar.

Thus, Chasianna arrived at the banquet with her best foot placed forward. She wore a snug-fitting red dress with matching gloves and leggings. White heels that served to elevate her diminutive stature adorned her feet. However, even with the shoes, the tiny Qilin was still towered over by virtually all of the beings in attendance—a fact that caused her cheeks to momentarily flush a rosy crimson shade before shifting back to their normal color.

Fortunately, as one of the first guests to arrive, Chasianna saw her opportunity to present herself before Darth Callidus and moved to take it. Thus, the small-statured acolyte wove her way through the crowd, then made her way towards the throne at the head of the room. After waiting her turn (and being given clearance to proceed), she initiated her approach and lowered herself into a kneeling posture, giving the pale-skinned woman seated upon it all of the appropriate formalities as she did.

“Thank you for offering me invitation to this event, Lady Callidus.” Chasianna began. “It is an honor to be in your company.” She continued. “If I would be permitted, I would like to offer a gift, in gratitude.” Once given the allowance to do so, the tiny Qilin pulled a small vial filled with a strange pink fluid out of her clutch purse, before extending her hand to offer it to Darth Callidus or one of her agents. She suspected that they might wish to assess it, to ensure that the substance was not poison or something worse.

“It is an Infusion.” Chasianna explained. “Intended to restore energy and stave off fatigue while using the Force. There is enough inside for twenty doses.” She finished.

 

[Darth Callidus]

Location: Denab | The Eternal Bastion, Banquet Hall
Tags: Chasianna

The first of the guest arrived. A smile played across Callidus's face as she inclined her head shallowly, taking a moment to look over the new arrival both in person and through the Force. A Sith for certain, though there was enough uncertainty that Callidus could not fully determine what else there was present in the woman. She supposed it did not matter. Every new Sith she met was an opportunity, and she would not squander a single one of those.

Callidus accepted the gift offered, holding it up for a moment to look over. She shook the contents inside, the smile on her face growing. "It is a pleasure for me as well. Your gift is most graciously accepted," Callidus said, turning to hand the vile to a waiting droid nearby. It took it and turned, making its way towards a side room from the banquet hall.

"You must excuse me but I do not believe I know who you are. A proper introduction is in order I believe. I do so wish to know all my friends personally," the smile on Callidus's face was less pleasant this time, but her eyes seemed to glow as she spoke. "Let me escort you to a seat, Sith...?"

 

[Aeth'relis]

Tags: Darth Callidus | Chasianna

Banquets.

I did not understand such things as these. To what purpose did they serve? Gorging ones flesh body with food as energy? Why? Why did they not seek to transcend such a weak form and ascend to something greater? Weakness. They were all of them weak. But I had chosen to reside amongst them in the hopes that they would see what a true form was, what they should aspire to. Perhaps, in time, they would seek to become something other, to be come something which could live for ages, a being of pure energy.

Descending through the clouds, I lowered myself slowly to the ground, landing lightly upon the feet that I had afforded my form. Humans honestly disgusted me. They were so... short-sighted. They lived for barely a blink of my eyes, but thought themselves of such great import to the galaxy. But it was a form I had settled upon a long time ago, mimicking that of the others of my kind. They all adored the humans. They were misguided fools who believed humans would transcend more rapidly than any of the other races, even the more long lived ones.

Fools.

I walked forward, bearing no weapons or clothing save for the crystals that had formed around my body to give me form and keep my energy together. I had no need of weapons like they did. Lightsabers? Blasters? The tools of the inferior. But yet I was among them, and even though I found everything about them vile, I would subject myself to their presence in the hopes they would someday seek to join me, to live for time beyond measure, to dominate this galaxy.

Within I found two individuals, both feminine, both unique. Both... inferior.

-zkkkzkzzz-I believe I was invited to this... banquet-zzzkzkkkz-

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[Zanami]

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Location: Banquet Hall, Denab
Gear: Lightsaber
Tags: Open

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Perplexed were the sensations coursing through the corrupted, deformed, and twisted body of the young Sithspawn, Zanami, as she strolled inside the massive banquet hall, with its lavishing colors and nostalgic decor screaming in her face, rising her to anger. What ever happened to her, she would never understand, but the simple pleasures in life, such as food, companionship, and even the wonderous world of arts and music set her mind to her one sole purpose, her reasoning of transformation at the hands of the Sith Alchemist that created her, robbing the young girl of her past and former life, though those were just visions, dreams that haunted her mind: to kill.

Confused was the girl to be invited to such a gala, for there must be some mistake in the invitation, and yet, her name, drawn in blackish-inked cryptic lettering on yellow parchment paper, and sealed in an envelope stamped closed by an intricate design, sat on that makeshift construct that passed as her bed. She didn't know what to make of such an elaborate ploy to draw her into a crowded room of, well, dare she say: peers?

And yet, her she was walking among others, not of her kind, who dressed in fanciful and attractive outerwear, some donning masks, some donning cosmically designed hats, and some engulfed in clothing, or something rivaling that of it, that her mind struggled to decipher. As she walked, her claws on her feet, now extended, tapped eerily on the hard, ebony colored surfaced floor; drawing the attention of all that she passed by. She had no shame in her clothing, or the lack of footwear, or the aura that encircled her that she was not entirely a proper species any longer, that she was, in fact, an abomination in those reflections she noticed in the eyes that fell upon the young girl.

Tinges of feeling parched crept in. Though she no longer required a food source, hers being of a different sort, than those consumed by most of the inhabitants of the galaxy, she did require liquids; and without any manners of how to conduct oneself when in the presence of others; her tail, coiled inside her meager frame, slid from the orifice in her lower back, unfurled itself, and stole a glass filled with a blue-like liquid from a passing waiter. She felt the scowling eyes of this waiter on her back, and as she took the glass from her hands, she slowly turned to address the male liquid bearer and produced the three bone-like spikes that once laid flesh against the tail. The waiter coughed, nodding at his folly for the inappropriate stare, and quickly made himself scarce. And she continued her march through the madness of this gathering.

 

[Darth Callidus]

Location: Denab | The Eternal Bastion, Banquet Hall
Tags: Chasianna Aeth'relis Zanami

Callidus turned her gaze back to the entrance of the banquet hall, red eyes widening slightly at the sight of the being entering the chamber. She had never seen such a creature before, and she spent a few moments reaching out with the Force, trying to gauge their intent, and their origin. She made her final pleasantries with the first guest to arrive at the banquet, moving over to meet this new arrival.

Callidus graced the being with a smile, her eyes taking on an almost ethereal glow. "Many were invited, but you have come. That means you are special. I am Darth Callidus, and I welcome you to Denab. Please," Callidus turned and gestured towards the rest of the banquet hall, "make yourself at home. If there are any special requests you need, do not hesitate to ask. If you need anything unusual, I am sure a few droids can be...spared to satisfy your needs."

More guests began to arrive, filing into the banquet hall and taking their seats. Waiters and droids moved among their number, bringing drinks and specific appetizers for those requesting. Callidus did her best to great them as they entered, though one among them drew her interest, much as Aeth'relis had.

By all appearance, the woman was a Sithspawn creature. A being made for war and destruction, and usually had little enough intelligence to them to be considered less than animals. But this one, this woman Callidus thought, moved with a more refined, controlled grace. She was intelligent, and despite the glances cast her way, they were clearly able to control their emotions and their reactions. Callidus made not of her, and would come back to speak with her as the night progressed.

For now though, it was time to move things along.

Heading towards the center of the banquet hall, Callidus ascended the short flight of steps up to the platform where her throne resided. She stood before it, the mural behind her glowing as lights were shown through it. She stood there on the platform, letting her presence hang across the room as she cast her gaze from one side to the other. Once she felt enough of their attention on her, she began to speak.

"My guests, I welcome you to my home. It is good to see so many of our kind, the Sith, among us today in their various forms. There is no one type of Sith, no singular species or creed that dominates our kind like the weak willed Jedi. To be Sith is to be united by the belief of Power, the will to Control, and the Strength to do what we desire. To be Sith is to be a God among mortals, and yet they sometimes still seek to resist us."

Turning, Callidus inclined her head towards a waiting droid. Doors were flung open and several large platforms were rolled into the banquet hall. A dozen individuals were chained to the platforms, the tattered remains of rebel uniforms hanging from their bodies. Callidus gestured to the prisoners as the platforms came to a halt in the middle of the room, dividing the two lines of tables.

"These lost souls, the last deluded remnants of the Denab Liberation Front that tried to wrest control of Denab away from this Sith stand before us as an example. An example of what becomes of those who stand in the way of the Sith, and our desires. They sought to resist us, and now, they shall be our entertainment." Callidus extended one hand towards the platforms, and Sith Lightning began to arc from her outstretched fingers. The lightning struck the chains of the first prisoner, drawing an agonized scream from the man before it traveled down the chain to the next prisoner, and the next. Callidus did not use enough to kill them right away, but they would die. When she saw fit.

Lowering her hand, she smiled at her guests, the screams of the prisoners kept to a manageable sound by dampening collars around their necks. "Please, enjoy the feast."

 

[Chasianna]

Location: Banquet Hall, Eternal Bastion - Denab
Equipment: Fuchsia Edge (2)
Attire: Red Dress
Tag: Darth Callidus Aeth'relis Zanami

Rising up from her bow, Chasianna restrained the urge to grimace as the Sith’s crimson-hued gaze pored over her. Undoubtedly, she was being judged. Her strength, her worth, her presentation, and her essence, all calculated and assessed in mere moments. For her part, the tiny Qilin could only hope that she met or exceeded the standards that Callidus had for Sith of her standing, as the Darth gave no outward hints regarding her thoughts.

Save for a smile.

“I am Chasianna, my lady.” Chasianna introduced herself as she was escorted to a seat. “Acolyte of Kor’ethyr Academy.” She added. In that regard, the Qilin knew that Kor’ethyr was not considered to be as prestigious or exclusive as Jutrand Academy. She was all too aware of the possibility that some might reject her on that basis alone.

Fortunately, Callidus seemed to give no indication of doing so. However, as anticipated, her attention soon turned to other guests, including a being who appeared to be composed of crystals and another with pale, grey-toned skin and an intense, glass-eyed stare. Chasianna casted a brief glance in their directions before taking her seat, at which point the banquet fell into silence as Callidus began to speak from the platform at the head of the room.

Chasianna listened, rapt in focus as the occasion was proclaimed. Words of unity among the gathered Sith caused her features to go flush with equal parts pride and admiration. In her mind, this was the Sith at their strongest—joined in purpose and unfettered by aimless, volatile ambition.

Thus, as the wretched remnants of the Denab Liberation Front were rolled into the hall, Chasianna allowed herself to bask in their suffering. Agonized screams were like honey to her senses, causing her pointed ears to twitch with excitement as she drew in the painful sensations, which served to amplify her connection to the dark side.

A delightful first course.