Private Across The Threshold [Kainate]

[Imperius Indomitus]

Darth Prazutis | Open to Kainate

Out of hyperspace jumped the formation of three large warships, one in the center and one on each flank they approached the massive structure of the Malsheem hanging in the void of space, seemingly defying all that could be man-crafted, in size and purpose it was singular. Darth Imperius had seen the reports of the Death Stars, weapons of mass-destruction constructed under a doctrine that survived to this day. But the Malsheem was born out of a different purpose.

The Kainate was as much a player in the shadows as it was a handling armies and fleets, swallowing systems and subverting governments without them even knowing. The worldcraft offered a base of operations and an industrial core for this endeavour, controlled by those who ruled thrice as Emperor's over vast spaces of the Galaxy, Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis . When he was still Aurelian, he was fighting them and their successors alongside the Eternal Empire, alongside the New Imperial Order and its subsequent Empire.

Now he came to put his banner below that of the Kainate, his Task Force running as the foundation of the campaigns and wars to come before the reborn Dark Lords own projects were finished. Aboard the Eternal Triumph, on its bridge, stood the figure of the dark plated Sith Lord, his hands clasped on his back as he stared at the massive space station that slowly started to fill the view ports.

 

[Zeptepi Zambrano]

The approach of the three warships was observed from the Bridge on Malsheem. This meet up was orchestrated by Darth Prazutis , and the ever elusive and wandering Worldcraft halted at its current location, expecting its guest arrival at these precise coordinates. The Kainate worked with Imperius Indomitus before, and welcome those among his ranks with open arms. Every officer on their ships' docket has undergone a scrupulous background check by the Kainate inquisitors and granted clearance for entry.

Zeptepi Zambrano, current Captain of the ever elusive Worldcraft Malsheem and daughter of Darth Carnifex , began spending more time onboard with her family, during the Dathomiri holy season. She relieved the assigned Bridge Commander, granting him a personal leave which he was appreciative to accept.

Zeptepi stood up from the command chair and onto a short set of steps leading to the floor. The command chair is large enough to accommodate her Father, and makes her look like a youngling commanding the Bridge compared to her Father's magnanimous build. "Signal our comrades," she said descending the steps. "Prepare to permit the ships entry into the central submerged hangar." She turned her head to a subordinate and stated, "See to it the reception hall is finished with its final preparations."

Visitors are led to dock their vessels along the outer hull and gather under the many domes of the external city cells. But these, these are people seek more than merely cordial associations with the Kainate. These are people have been enlightened of the future and the importance of the existence of the Kainate within the Sith. They come to establish their dominion here, and join the vast, experienced, military family housed here. They shall be shown the utmost hospitality.

Zeptepi walked to the computer console and with the flick of a few switches, submitted encrypted routine data, depicting the process of receiving ships into the Worldcraft. She continued to watch the encounter unfold.

Numerous small drones expelled from their bays with the intent to use tractor beams to tug the ships through the proper entry port. Once the Captains of the ships are familiar with the destination, they may forego this method of assisted entry.

She remained on the Bridge to receive any questions the Captains of the ship might pose. The digital manifest just sent to them describes how the three vessels will be led into the inner most secure docking bay where they shall dock. Any of the crew who wish to disembark shall be met by the royal guard. All are welcome to begin their tour of Malsheem. The officers will then be shown to quarters, before being received in the reception hall.​

 

[Gunnr Zambrano]

In Malsheem's corridors of power, a woman with ginger hair braided into a circlet bearing the Zambrano crest, dressed in blood red and black formal robes, sat upon the Seneschal's throne. Wife of Darth Carnifex , Gunnr ensured Malsheem's inner artifice functioned, that those within might better serve the Dark Diyad of Carnifex and Darth Prazutis . She had every confidence in Zeptepi Zambrano 's ability to Captain the massive worldcraft, the daughter of the Dark proved herself most faithful over the years. In truth, Gunnr admired the Dathomiri woman. Zeptepi's ascension lent Gunnr more time to be a mother to her and select few of her step-children, giving an early education in Panathan ways, in becoming powerful warriors, in holding to the Dark.

"Seen, Captain. I'm on my way." Looking up from her terraforming research, Gunnr set one of her and Kaine's youngest daughters on the floor and rose. Preparations were called for, the droids, officers and subcommanders Gunnr set in place worked with an efficiency on the precipice of lethality, not a misstep or fragged droid. Not a second misplaced. It was, after all, worth their position. Malsheem churned in a fortune's wheel of worthy and unworthy, eating the weak into charnel engines for baser tasks, while those who clawed out of such pits earned their place and fought to hold them with a vice grip Gunnr encouraged.

Stepping to the receiving bay, with her two firstborn twins Magnus Cadera and Girak Zambrano hovering at either shoulder, the colossally tall Gunnr awaited her husband or their uncle, to take her place behind them, as was the way of all things. As she did, an advisor whispered into her ear, opening the records kept on Imperius Indomitus that she might be reminded.

 

[Imperius Indomitus]

Zeptepi Zambrano | Gunnr Zambrano | Open

Aboard the Triumph, Darth Imperius observed the stream of data, the exchange of codes, clearances and technical greetings, washing them away with a mere blink. The Malsheem was beautiful, there was no other way to describe it. It was a testament of willpower, technical expertise and might itself. As one who considered himself possessing each of those traits, he was the right one to acknowledge them without hesitation. It was a magnificent tool.

The three warships followed the drones. It was an unnecessary welcome but one to be tolerated. There were no mortal crews on these ships, everything was handled by the GEMINI captains who were not known for making calculation, coordination or communication errors. Yet the Master of Zakuul observed their workings in the background of his mind, overseeing and understanding. For mortal crews this would have been a torment of micromanaging, but for a well connected system such as his, it was merely a process running at the back of a thought.

On board of his ship were only a handful of organics, all waiting for him near the exit that would make them embark into the majesty of the worldcraft, all servants of his domains. The first was Vandire, Master of the Sith Mechanicum, a cyborg dressed in black robes and representative of economic and technological matters. Second stood Zakuulan Knight Exarch Veren Anko, one of his Exarchs and longest serving warriors, currently overseeing Zakuul. Towering above them was Invictarius Utran, Legionmaster of the Second Eternal Legion, clad in red and gold. Last notable individual, aside from a group of four Dark Custodian Guards, was Executor Asmodai Vastor, commander of the Extremis Chamber of the Knights Tenebrus.

Darth Imperius did not believe in a show of force as response to a meeting and greeting, otherwise he would have arrived with more than just three ships. This was a show of potential. He commanded over resources, technology, soldiers and influence and it was important that it was seen, that it would be utilised for the Sith Empire. That it could be at the disposal of the Kainate.

The group headed down the ramp and towards Gunnr Zambrano and her reception. The Dark Lord's scan and feed showed him who she was and he started accordingly.

"Seneshal. A pleasure and honor to see the Malsheem first hand."

 

[Zeptepi Zambrano]

Imperius Indomitus

Zeza stands for Zeptepi Zambrano. She is always all business and commanded like upon her Bridge. It was her very first Apprentice Darth Ahriman, who she took on while still very young, who taught her to be more serious regarding her destiny. Since the ending of her youngling years, he is the only being that actually knows who she is, aside from the strict regimen of her military duties. Her uniform donned like a starched glove, hair slicked and wrapped tightly into a bun under her cap, she carried herself proudly like a machine. And when she stood up to a physical challenge, she carried on swiftly like a determined beast. Even among family, she does not express herself through a lax personality.

She ran the show from the bridge, placing the staff and the military across the worldcraft, like mere playing pieces upon a Stratego Board, but is very passionate and careful about how she does so. The Zambrano family don't even really require a military. The whole immediate family consists of very evolved space witches, although well rounded in training, some most flamboyant about their craft and others not physically openly apparent at all. On the outside most just seem to be a tad eccentric, thankfully not as those verging on psychosis at all. But focussed to excel is in their breeding, the Zambrano's would have it no other way; the vast library of studies available to the Sith who dwell here, is a visual reflection of the weight of their dedication and enthusiasm. Aside from direct family, the non-force sensitive military make up an extremely high percentage of inhabitants. The rest of the inhabitants of Malsheem are the most awesome Darksiders that define the precise example of highly adept and most deadly Sith. The Kainate is an extremely proud race.

Zeza exhibits utmost respect towards her elders such as her Head Mother Gunnr Zambrano , knowing firsthand that their softer side shown is a grace reserved strictly for family and comrades, but should never be taken for granted. Her sense of belonging flourished evermore since her Father, Darth Carnifex honored her birthright by finally marrying her Mother, Pom Stych Tivé . Zeza never spoke a word to anyone except Darth Ahriman, regarding how deeply overjoyed it made her feel, to finally belong.
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