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[Darth Megarea]

Ossus. It was a world that held great value to the Force Users of the galaxy. Both Jedi and Sith held it in great esteem, though for different reasons. For the Jedi, it was a place of history for their kind. For the Sith, a target to be destroyed. Over the centuries it had been the site of numerous conflicts between the two ideologies. In more recent times, the Silver Jedi Concord and the Sith Empire, before its fall, had waged an intricate campaign over the world. The dead of countless wars littered the world, creating fields of history that would go unremembered by most of the galaxy. A single planet, worthless in the greater scheme of the galaxy, but immeasurably important to a select few.

These were just some of the thoughts that went through Megarea's mind as she looked over one of the many fields of Ossus. In the far distance, kilometers from the landing site she had designated for the coming gathering, she could just barely make out farmland. A settlement was likely not too far beyond it, though she did not feel a need to destroy it. Destruction for the sake of destruction was the desire of many Sith in these modern times, but Megarea hoped today would be the beginning of a change to that. Shaking her head, she turned away from the view she had atop the walls of the camp, the black cloak around her shoulders dragging at the snow that dusted the walkway.

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It was not a grand encampment, this place she had built. It was not meant to be anything more than a temporary place. Hastily constructed walls surrounded three large tents; one housing food and drinks, another medical supplies, and the final one a covered eating area. Two walkways jutted out from the walls of the main camp, leading to smaller walled sections. To the north, a small dueling arena had been established for any Sith seeking to test themselves, or test each other, in combat. To the east, a landing pad had been cleared. It was not large enough to hold many ships, but the level fields beyond would serve as temporary landing points for any who came to this gathering. To the south, living quarters had been set up for the servants and guards that moved about the full encampment. In total, there were perhaps thirty souls spread out across the area, everything Megarea could spare for the time being.

The rest of her resources had been committed to another project.

She could sense the approach of Dark Side individuals long before she heard or saw the first signs of ships entering orbit. She had sent out a message, broad in its description but vague in details, offering a place of sanctuary and rest to any Sith seeking a fresh start. The wars of the Brotherhood of the Maw against the rest of the galaxy had seen Sith forced either into their camp, or slaughtered and forced into hiding. Hopefully, this place would be the beginning of a change in that. Here, on Ossus, a world so cherished by the Jedi, the Sith would find a new beginning. The symbolism was important to Megarea.

Coming to the landing platform, she folded her arms behind her back, waiting for the first of those interested to arrive.

Natoadia Darth Centax Arcubis Kornelius Darth Wallgof Atramilitis Detritus Ren Surea Alvarex Zambrano Terraxia Valen

 

[Darth Ahriman]

VALEN​

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Location: Ossus, Sith Compound.
Starship: The Chimera.
Wearing: Acolyte Apparel // Sith Lightsaber.
Tags: Darth Megarea // +Others.

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Hearing rumours of a new congregation of Sith, Valen had informed Zeptepi Zambrano of his intent to visit the location in a bid to learn more for himself and any possible opportunities for the future. Together, the pair had trained and fought hard to get to where they found themselves today, yet even so, with the fall of the Sith Empire and the difficult months that followed, Valen had begun to set his sights upon a future where he would benefit as much so as he deemed worthy to fight alongside.

The Chimera descended swiftly down through the clouds of Ossus, the formerly famed Jedi world that now ironically appeared to be the rendezvous for this new gathering of Sith inquisitors and warriors alike. Word had reached him through the agents still loyal to the Kainate, a connection to which he owed his former Master and continued accomplice Zeptepi, a daughter of the Sith Lord Carnifex. Landing upon the outskirts of the compound, the cargo bay ramp lowered with a mechanical hiss of steam and a whine as the vessel depressurized to match with the outside air, revealing a single robed in black figure moving down into the snow-laden terrain, eclipsing the likeness of the pale world with his own dark aura.

The presence of Darth Megarea was the first and most significant to be noticed, that which Valen would begin to make his way towards in the interest of meeting and discerning for himself the nature of this meeting and how it might benefit his future. Others would surely arrive, although it seemed his presence was a timely one and he wondered if there would be some that he recognized from the former Empire he had served.

His approach would gradually slow until he was but some distance from Darth Megarea, several arm lengths to ensure measures were taken in what would be the first crucial moments in which they'd decide whether to tolerate one another. Valen had not yet spoken to the woman previously, although the power of the Darkside flowed around her, speaking clearly enough for what prior history might have offered.

"I have come to answer your call and to learn the motivations for this meeting" Valen spoke with a particular lack of familiarity in his words, as though to reflect his discomfort in initiating social interaction. There were certain social cues that he had not been taught to appreciate, nor pick up on; polite introductions were one of these cues.

"I am Valen".

 

[Surea]

There were many different sides to being a secret apprentice, as Surea quickly learned. A down side, she often was left to fend for herself. Worse, she was often left at the mercy of other Sith who would otherwise avoid her if they knew who her master was. It was a harsh environment, to be viewed as a Masterless Acolyte. And yet, it came with it's own freedoms. Such as this, being able to come here.

She took a shuttle. Not her ship. The last thing she wanted was the sass from her droid, and the potential her Master could view this as a betrayal. She was betraying nothing, especially not him. He who had shown her freedom, who had become an idol in her minds eye. She would do everything she could to serve him. Such as keep an eye on potential threats, and learn from everything she could.

The rot infested Miraluka stood near the edge of the gathering. She tugged her robe further up, covering the darkened scars of her sickness. She could control it more now. No longer wildly infecting those around her be it by accident or not. But it was both her curse and her treasured possession. Anyone with knowledge of her sickness was someone who could learn to heal it, counter it, or rob her completely of it.

A threat, to say the least.

"When do we begin the discussion?"

Darth Megarea | Valen

 

[Atramilitis]

Atramilitis cursed his small bank account as the ricketty transport he was able to hire to bring him to Ossus broke the atmosphere and shook all the way down to the small dock of the meeting zone. The pilot’s fee having been paid ahead of time the Togruta Dark Side Acolyte sneered and gave a growl as he stood from his seat and made his way to the rear landing ramp and waited for it to descend. He had to reach out to the nearby wall as the ship came to a hard landing. Not even waiting for the ramp to touch ground, Atramilitis pulled the cowl up over his head and started walking, silently cursing the ship and waving at it angrily to leave now that he had reached his destination.

It was strange to be answering a call from something other than the Force itself, but Atra’s former Master had told him to always be curious and cautious of the many faces that called themselves Sith. She had been a part of one grouping long, long ago and that had ended badly for all concerned. Though he would go into this meeting with a rare cautious approach, he also had a longing for a further understanding of the Force than was provided to him by his Master. She taught him many talents that he could use to bend the Force to his will, but she hadn’t provided him with direction or reason. He hoped to find some of that in this meeting.

The woman waiting at the edge of the platform was surprisingly young to Atramilitis. He wasn’t able to place human years very accurately, but this one was not yet at middle aged. To Atra a Master was one with ancient wisdom to pass down to a new generation. To this point he had not come close to a gathering of Dark Siders and he wasn’t much of a researcher so he didn’t realize that an ancient Sith was an oddity.

Atramilitis nodded to the woman who stood waiting as well as the other two who seemed to be answering the call the same as he was. He squinted looking over the group, he thought he recognized the second woman, but that wasn’t important at the time. “I am Atramilitis,” he announced himself. “I am curious about what this gathering has to offer. I look forward to hearing more as soon as we are all present.”

Darth Megarea | Surea | Valen | Open to others

 

[Terraxia]

(Alt account acting as my NPC ride since I'm broke AF)

My Sith enclave was scattered to the stars by the Jedi of the Galactic Alliance...the Sith star systems were collapsing one by one and eventually I got caught in the crossfire between the freaks who joined the Maw and the Jedi who took the fight directly to the enemy. Most of the Sith in our isolated temple capitulated to the fiendish enemy out to annihilate everyone who refused to submit. A few of us wisely fled the star system by any means they could. I wasn't about to join the bloodthirsty mob; I'm a killer but I'm not a monster.

Kind of like the person giving me a lift to Ossus. After making my way to Wild Space with no starship and no credits (not an easy task, even for a Sith), I had finally caught up with the bounty hunter Kronn K'taris . A Mandalorian who owes me a favor is about all the currency I have left. We haven't seen each other for nearly a decade, but a life debt from his people doesn't have a time limit.

While in hyperspace, we caught up but there really wasn't much said. He's not one for chit-chat and as for me...I spent most of the last ten years training to be an assassin and warrior. And I had just been promoted from an Apprentice to a Knight when the war hit.

"I kind of wish I had called you sooner, Kronn." -- cryptically says to my chauffeur, reaches out to his helmet, trying to get a peek at his face -- Kronn snatches my wrist in mid-air. As he holds my wrist tightly, I coo softly... "You know, if I really wanted to, I could just rip your helmet right off."

"Then you'd have to take my head with it. Because I'd take yours for breaking my.--"

"Yes yes, your code of honor." I cut him off while jerking my wrist out of his grasp. "I was just teasing, Kronn. You haven't changed a bit."

"You have. Darth Terraxia is a long way off from that young padawan who saved my pogees in the desert."

"Yes. Yes she is."

After we're put into a holding pattern and transponder codes verified, the ship begins to dip downward toward the planet. While Kronn is shouting at me, puzzled as to why the controls have stopped working, I reach out with the Force and guide the Lambda shuttle to where I need to be.

No sooner than the access ramp to the shuttle touches the ground, a small coterie of Sith warriors of varying degrees of power emerge with sabers drawn. "Leave, Mandalorian! You have no business here!" they shout at Kronn.

"Go on, your part is done."

"A shuttle ride and a few credits doesn't equal a life debt, Sable. Next time, don't wait ten years to call me."

"If you call me Sable again, there won't be a next time."

After Kronn's starship lifts off, I'm escorted away so that I may speak to Darth Megarea...

 

[Arcubis Kornelius]

The Meguro Sped through the clouds of Ossus as Arcubis would glance over his left shoulder and his right shoulder after. The beads of sweat that ran down his forehead were wiped by the back of his hand as he would squint at the coordinates on his screen. The location wasn't too far away, and he was relieved in a sense. As far as he could tell he was not followed. His brow then lowered slightly with an indentation as he recalls a sequence of flashbacks from the past. The blade. His lightsaber taking the lives of so many..Aimlessly...To show his bravado..His power..The many people he took advantage of that didn't deserve it...His sense of justice and retribution was misguided. That could be the reason why he was forced to flee and remove himself as one of the Lord's of Fire. Now...It was time to focus on the future..Reinvent himself..Forget about his former life...Love interest..And alliances. As he came to a landing, he noticed immediately several other vessels that were present. It was a summons, so it was to be expected. Upon landing graciously near the edge of the encampment, he would slowly exit down the loading ramp as the cabin pressure regulated. Breathing in the crisp cold air and exhaling, he would make his way toward the center he noticed and felt the presence of Darth Megarea instantly.

He was taught not to show positive emotion, To keep a posture that made him walk like a god amongst mortals, And to always show no hesitation in any matter. This was different, however..His posture was that of a casual strut..and dare he say..One with pride..Knowing that this was the start of something new. As he approached closer..He ran scenarios through his head about any questions that may be asked of him.



Tag: Surea Terraxia Valen Atramilitis : Open

 

[Darth Centax]

Tag: Arcubis Kornelius | Terraxia | Atramilitis | Surea | Valen | Darth Megarea

Like an old forgotten wound, much of the One Sith remnant fleet came out of hyperspace not far from the planet like a warning to the galaxy. A foreboding reminder of old scars that were never fully removed. There were two Star Destroyers that looked to be old, decaying in part and in need of repair, a few frigates or escorts, but not only that, strange living Yuuzhan Vong ships were among their number once again. Old allies forged together for a new purpose, the sound of organic communication devices gave a distinctive crackle to anyone listening.

Three shuttles would be accompanying Darth Centax, the last living One Sith general, to the planet. His descent escorted of course by starfighters, and also by strange organic craft. The remnants of gladiator squadron were escorting him personally down, but their elite starfighters had seen better days like all of the fleet arriving. You might think of them as pirates or scavengers preying on the weak to sustain their decaying fleets, just not to Centax's face!

Exiting off the shuttles, there were a few flashes of cloaking fields, most notable with him were a couple of his acolytes. Centax was a marked man and while he relished that opportunity when it met him in single combat, weaker minds tended to like to stack the odds. Here he doubted his force would be needed and likely would remain with the shuttles indefinitely.

Like his dead master, though less pronounced as of yet, there was an exertion of pressure on the outside environment, a heavier gravity seemed to move with him, underlying force crush trod into every step onto new ground, claiming it as his own. In his silver Khan armor, its crushgaunts a permanent feature, dead languages of One Sith and Kethenite scriptures were engraved across him. A long legacy that stretched back beyond counting, at his command now, despite what lesser sith tried to grasp at.

On approach alone toward the gathering Centax offered few words. All there was reflected back was a grinding, crushing force aura that was so intolerant of weakness, his very look could be channeled to kill the unworthy on command. All were looked between for weakness, weighed and measured for their ability, force signature, worth to the code, and so worth to him.

"I will listen," Centax stated to Darth Megarea and the group. If there was worth here among them, he would hear it.

 

[Natoadia]

Being on a ship was much different than Natoadia was typically used to. The most advanced transportation she’s ever ridden on was a tauntaun. So riding on a ship and going through space was definitely a new experience for the Shivarrian. Most of the occupants complained of how cold the air felt around her in a literal sense. Some even remarked that the sithspawn brought the bitter cold of Hoth with her. In a sense, they weren’t wrong about that, yet Natoadia made a point to keep to herself until she reached their destination.

Natoadia knew she was on a transport freighter, and she only got the ride because the pilot and owner of said ship owed her a favor. However, the huntress was not knowledgeable in technology or ships other than what she’s seen them do. So she couldn’t tell anyone what model or particular terms that would help identify the kind of ship she was traveling on. The sensation of going into hyperspace for the first time was unsettling at best, and the pilot warned her to stay away from the engine room due to her frosty aura. Coming out of hyperspace was like something pulled her. Fortunately she was already seated and nothing drastic happened. More of an internal sensation that Natoadia kept quiet about.

Eventually the freighter arrives at Ossus where this encampment was located. Natoadia grabbed her belongings which consisted of a backpack that was made out of tauntaun’s hide and a cloak of wampa fur decorated her shoulders. Shivarrian could withstand extreme cold temperatures, but even they needed some layers of warmth just in case. Next item was what appeared to be a glaive, and a primitive bow with durasteel tipped arrows stashed neatly in their respective quiver. Stepping off from the ramp and onto the snow. Her pale blue skin stood in contrast with the light snow, and yet it was still a bit warmer than it was on Hoth. Her golden eyes looked around at the hastily constructed camp as the air around her lowered in temperature.

There were others on the landing platform as their scent gave them away as the dark side was teeming amongst them. Some spoke with their emotions worn on their sleeve, others were perhaps akin to a sleeping krayt dragon. Nonetheless, Natoadia didn’t know any of them, and frankly she wasn’t much of a conversationalist. The blade on top of the wooden shaft was respectively pointed skyward as Natoadia merely observed the gathering while stepping away from the ship.

Darth Megarea Darth Centax Atramilitis Arcubis Kornelius Terraxia Valen Surea

 

[Darth Hellique II]

Space above Ossus

“Captain Brullion, I am shuttling down to Ossus now.” The hulking, half-breed saurian Sith Lord proclaimed as all bridge members stood at attention.

“Understood, Lord Helliq- uh- Lord Sabbat.” Brullion shifted uncomfortably as he met his Lord’s gaze.

“Thank you for making the correction, Captain Brullion,” Darth Sabbat, formerly known as Darth Hellique II, announced earnestly. Reaching out with his claw, Sabbat placed it on the shoulder of Captain Brullion. He could feel the human military man fight the urge to flinch away from his potentially iron-like grip. “I applaud your adaptability. To some a name is a small thing, but in this moment it is a bigger symbol for all the change that has recently occurred for our Star Destroyer and the people in it.” He kept his claw on the human’s shoulder as he turned to the bridge crew.

“I am grateful to see such a fine example of adaptation at the helm of the Shift, because while things have changed they aren’t finished changing. We have broken away from the Brotherhood of the Maw, I have cut ties with the eternalist doctrine and the name Hellique II that I’d attached, and so you have all followed me on this journey to become more than you were, more than we were,” He paused. “I not only applaud our fine Captain, but I applaud you all as well.” Darth Sabbat continued. The faces of the bridge crew members were painted in confusion. They had no illusions of who their former employers were. Maw and Sith leaders could be cruel, unjust, and monstrous, but despite having been both Sabbat was not. A monster he was, but monstrous less so.

“You honor us with your words, Lord Sabbat.” Captain Brullion spoke for the others on the bridge as he received a nod from one of his logistics crewmen. “Your shuttle is ready, the pilots are prepped, and the acolytes are on their way to the shuttle as well.” He confirmed.

“Excellent.” Lord Sabbat replied. “I will make my leave, but before I do I would remind you to see no harm comes to this ship.” He pointed a sharp digit at Captain Brullion, before aiming it at the smattering of Star Destroyers, frigates, starfighters, and all other manner of vessel that had come across their view screen. “Mind them because they are not likely to mind you.” Sabbat instructed evenly. His instruction received a nod and salute from the Captain. Despite Brullion’s youth and lack of experience, Sabbat had chosen to bet on him. He had a good feeling his bet would pay off.

Ossus

“This way acolytes.” Sabbat herded a few of the angry, the downtrodden, and the lost souls he’d met in his travels. “This is the woman we’ve come to see.” He whispered. “Quite the crowd she’s drawn.” He added. The acolytes kept quiet and listened as the more inquisitive and experienced spoke. Sabbat waited with bated breath for Megarea’s words. From the second he met her looking for secrets on Thule, he was intrigued. Her invitation with an offer of sanctuary only fanned the flame.

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Darth Megarea Valen Surea Atramilitis Terraxia Arcubis Kornelius Darth Centax Natoadia​

 

[Darth Megarea]

So many had come. With each arrival the disgusting, yet beautiful taint of the Dark Side grew ever stronger with each arrival to her gathering. Such power had not been gathered together near Sith space for some time. She had only been part of the Sith Empire in its final months of existence, but among those who had come, she could see members of that fallen cause. A just cause, but a fallen one. In others, she saw outsiders; rogues and independent minded Sith and Dark Jedi seeking comradery and a place to call home in a galaxy so disgusted by their very existence. In a few, she was warlords and conquers, some with causes, and others without, but driven by their beliefs and vendettas only they could remember. So different were they all, but in them, they had one thing only Megarea could see.

They all had such potential.

She greeted first the one who called himself Valen with a brief nod of her head. "You have answered a noble call, Valen. I am certain you shall take great interest in what is to be said today." She then turned her attention to Atramilitis and Surea as their questions came one after the other, and had similar answers. "The discussion shall begin once all those I expect have arrived." Finally, she turned her attention to Darth Centax and his entourage in their arrival. Among those present, he had come with the most considerable force projection, something Megarea made mental note to look further into later. "Then I shall speak, so that all may listen."

She turned her attention back to all those present, both those who had spoken and the others seeking to simply wait and see. She cherished them all, for in them she saw the future of the Sith. She called out to them, her voice amplified by the Force. "I am Darth Megarea, former apprentice of Darth Nadeal, leader of the Knights of Blood, and former warrior of the Sith Empire. I have invited you all here for a purpose I hope you all hold as dear as I; the salvation and survival of the Sith. The Sith of the galaxy have been forced into two impossible positions, either serving in a war that can only end in our destruction, or living in exile and solitude, forced to constantly be wary of reprisal for refusing to follow a cause that is not their own."

Pausing, she turned to gesture at Compound Meridian, snow still covering the sloped walls, and trails of smoke coming from the burning hearth within. "Here, in Compound Meridian, if you will take the time to listen, we can lay the groundwork and foundation for the salvation of the Sith, and the creation of a new Order, a new Ideology, that shall guide future generations down a path to supremacy only ever grasped at by others." A smile crossed her face then, revealing perfectly white teeth and obsidian black gums. "But before that, I offer refreshment and entertainment. It has been a long journey for many of you, and I am certain all would enjoy what has been prepared." As if heeding her words, the roar of bestial rage from creatures held within the Dueling Arena to the north echoed across the compound.

Gesturing with her hand, Megarea led the gathered Sith and Dark Jedi towards the Central Hearth, the warmth of the flame washing over them as they stepped within. Servants waited around the large complex, some rushing forward with drinks on trays, while others stood in silence, their heads bowed in subservience to the Sith that entered, as was the place of their kind. From there, her guests could choose where to go, and if they wished to speak with one another. She would give them time to relax and explore the activates provided before she began to discuss what she had truly brought them here for.

The future.

Darth Sabbat Natoadia Arcubis Kornelius Terraxia

Darth Striker

 

[Terraxia]

"...The Sith of the galaxy have been forced into two impossible positions, either serving in a war that can only end in our destruction, or living in exile and solitude, forced to constantly be wary of reprisal for refusing to follow a cause that is not their own."

I don't like options one and two, and Megarea doesn't either. None of us do. She goes with option number three:

"...we can lay the groundwork and foundation for the salvation of the Sith, and the creation of a new Order, a new Ideology, that shall guide future generations down a path to supremacy only ever grasped at by others."

I can get on board with this. Even my old master felt the same; the Sith have always been splintered against itself and the old ways have failed.

"But before that, I offer refreshment and entertainment. It has been a long journey for many of you, and I am certain all would enjoy what has been prepared."

-- nods deferentially, makes eye contact before finding some real food--

I've been sustaining myself on nutrition bars and Kronn's desert rations for the last several days, so anything would be a feast at this point.

 

[Darth Centax]

Old echoes. New meaning.​

Tag: Arcubis Kornelius | Terraxia | Atramilitis | Surea | Valen | Darth Megarea | Darth Sabbat | Natoadia

More force signatures joined them. Perhaps there was something to this. That the resurrection of true, powerful Sith was possible, a Sith the galaxy feared to cross or even approach rather than hunted. Bathed in conflicts of its own choosing. Darth Megarea spoke of salvation, which drew his gaze, yellow eyes looking deep within her. Even if it had been a bitter twisted taste of late, the darkside had yet to take that desire for glory from him fully.

The creation of a new Order, a new Ideology, that shall guide future generations down a path to supremacy only ever grasped at by others.

These words however elicited a strong sense of deep emotion from within the Knight. Like powerful waves washing up. Those with a sense of it may notice this in the force when certain words were used. those which evoked a sense of glory or rebirth. A potential manipulation to hold his attention, in a force aura that was otherwise increasingly like iron in its response.

All were looked between, but if anyone else was given a long look it was Natoadia because she gave nothing away. Not one word. Heavy demanding attention rested on her for a good minute before withdrawing. Walking inside with the others for their refreshments, it had been a very long time since the sith general had drunk of another's cup. An assassin accompanied him to make sure it was tasted for poison because their host had been right, Sith groups had feuded with each other for some time now, and death by poison would be an intolerable way to die.

I can get on board with this. Even my old master felt the same; the Sith have always been splintered against itself and the old ways have failed.

Centax nodded to Darth Terraxia and Darth Megarea, as well as any others that had come inside to gain further knowledge. The half Zeltron unclipped his silver helmet, putting it under his arm. There was a hiss of pressure released as red skin saw light, black marks of wounds fought. A corrupted pair of yellow eyes were looking back, a vision that had seen many battles. They had earned his name for their grand ambition, walking toward the warm hearth and turning to face them all.

"I am Darth Centax. General of the One Sith, Shaper Khan of the Khaganate, and voice for the Supreme Overloard of the Yuuzhan Vong." The last one might be more of note than anything else. The Yuuzhan Vong were on the move, the Shaper Khaganate their proxy force, and the One Sith their heralds. There was a very good reason the One Sith had been targeting Ithorian settlements of late, and the Khaganate had begun their shaping on Jedi worlds. Terraforming for their approach and killing those that might be able to reverse it.

"The old ways died because those within power failed to act," Centax stated. Not weak physically, emotionally, or even in the force. They failed to act when it was necessary, and do what was required when it came time. When a threat arose to challenge the Sith's power, it should have been crushed at the seedling, as a warning to all others who would cross them.

Nothing else was needed, he stepped back and after the refreshment had been tasted for poison, accepted it with one last nod. If they were as serious as their words. He would be committed to see this end or succeed, a conflict and cause worthy of his attention. He may even send a report to the Overlord of its results this day.

 

[Atramilitis]

Others appeared slowly but surely, some came with an entourage, others on their own. Atramilitis didn’t care for the others at this time. A pecking order would be decided upon when things really got started. The Togruta knew he was a novice in controlling his powers. He expected to someday be at the top of the pyramid of rulership, but for now he expected to be near the bottom. He could bide his time there, listen to what other more experienced members have to say and learn how to claw his way to the top. That was the way of a true Sith, or so his first master taught him.

The woman who had sent out the invitation spoke. Darth Megarea was her name. A title that was to hold high regard within the Sith, but Atramilitis would reserve his admiration for deeds not titles. She talked of the Sith as if it were the peak of the mountain. That was what all Sith entities seemed to think. Right before extreme greed or grave inaction led to their downfall. That was the lesson that Master had taught Atra at least. The Dark Side was not the Sith. The Sith were of the Dark Side. Atramilitis was willing to be a Sith, so long as they expected a pointy jab should they try to place him under a thumb.

Megarea spoke of salvation, but Atramilitis wasn’t sure what there was to save. The message seemed to be a rebranding. As long as the new messaging and new ideology was more proper Atramilitis didn’t care if they took up an old name to call attention to themselves. He was looking to learn control over his powers. To call on them whenever he wished. To make him more powerful. This gathering could make him that. If when he grew strong enough he desired to leave. They would not be able to stop him.

Their host offered refreshments. That loosey freighter pilot didn’t have a single thing worth eating on his ship. He moved to take the first piece of charred meat that he came to as he continued to listen.

Darth Megarea | Arcubis Kornelius | Terraxia | Surea | Valen | Darth Sabbat | Natoadia | Darth Centax

 

[Darth Ahriman]

VALEN​

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Location: Ossus, Sith Compound.
Starship: The Chimera.
Wearing: Acolyte Apparel // Sith Lightsaber.
Tags: Darth Megarea | Arcubis Kornelius | Terraxia | Surea | Darth Sabbat | Natoadia | Darth Centax | Atramilitis

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"You have answered a noble call, Valen.
I am certain you shall take great interest in what is to be said today.".
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Time would be the deciding factor, however Valen's interest had been piqued with the arrival of further Sith. He remained silent and awaited what was to come of their host, yet while his body language was unmoving, his mind reached out to read upon the aura's of those surrounding him. Each and every one of them connected to the Force in varying strengths, most Dark and cold much as his own presence would have felt, while one of them felt different, stapled neither with the light nor the dark but rather an allegiance that Valen couldn't yet ascertain through their presence alone.

Their host revealed their name, and while it was not one that Valen recognized, he did share similar origins as her former Master with the Sith Empire. Nadeal was not a name that he could recall from those days, yet it was always interesting to Valen to see the results of the Empire's influence upon those he came across in the present day, especially when congregating in such a fashion as they found themselves there on Ossus. This Darth Megarea on the other hand continued to speak on her ambitions and goal for the future of the Sith, to which Valen had heard similar stories over his years of service thus far. There were many that sought to lead the Sith into a new and unparalleled era of prosperity. Such prestige that even he would care to have to his own name, yet he also understood that there were few truly capable of seeing such a vision come to pass. Whether this one would see her flame die out like so many others before her, or emboldened and survive long enough to see her name known across the Galaxy the likes of Darth Carnifex or the Worm Emperor, time would once again decide.

Valen's entrance into the Sith Order had been born of war and bloodshed. As such, he did not find the notion of further conflicts to be as daunting as others. He had learned to kill to survive on day one of his training as an Apprentice and had further excelled at it once he had grown desensitized to the horrors of the battlefield, and finally learned to embrace the threat of death as yet another challenge to overcome. He did not kill indiscriminately, yet nor did he back down from a fight when his opposition presented itself. He was moulded by the lives he had taken, fueled by their dying breathes and empowered by their very lifeforce, denying them salvation in their final moments where he instead drew upon what lasting strength was spared from their bodies.

Despite this, he was curious and wished to know how this Darth Megarea planned to accomplish her goals. Refreshments weren't required to entice him further toward their congregation, but he moved in silence alongside others and studied those around him with a studious eye. One could learn a lot simply from observing and listening to the conversations around them.

 

[Tes'Reya Hedroke]

Click...Click...click...Teep...teep...teep...teep...<NAVIGATION ROUTE RESUMED...YOU HAVE ARRIVED>. The programmed voice inside the internal cockpit of Darth Tes' Starfighter would notify her after some static interference within the upper exosphere. Parting through the clouds and swerving to the right towards the geographical location she couldn't help but wonder while gnawing on her lower lip as her anxiety levels started to perk. Taking a deep breath in and exhaling she was relieved. Her first time traveling such a long distance by herself..technically. The interior smelled like a foul coupled up beast. And it should be considering in the cage behind her was CeeTee. Her companion, tossed around wildly as it tried to continue sleeping. This was odd...But she could not leave him at home on their planet of Corellia unattended. Her jaw clenched as she was used to being treated as hostile, or indifferent...So naturally, she did not know what to expect. As she took a quick glance at her fuel levels and the engine thruster levels as well as the intake system, she knew she needed to service her cruiser soon or she'd be on Ossus permanently.

"CeeTee. Wake up you...Were here..Atleast this campsite is where the origin of the signal came from. Three..Four...Eight...Many vehicles on the landing zone...Pretty sure our tiny hull of bolts won't take up too much room. And if it does...So what...Hey....HEY!" She would use her clenched left fist to knock on the side panel to awaken her bird companion that would squawk loudly in irritation. "I Know..I know..But look at it this way..You get to stretch your wings and scavenge for a bit while I see what this gathering is all about." She said as the fighter came to a landing. Not the smoothest but it will do. As she pressed the emergency hatch button, the entire back hull would retract mechanically like that of a sunroof and a release latch on CeeTee's cage would sling to the left with green light emitting from the panel. He would screech loudly, hop on the side of the fighter and watch as Tes checked herself real quick for her gear. She was fully armed and ready to go as she was expecting the worst. "Now then...When I whistle..You better hear me this time you feathered bouut' ." She grinned as she leaped to the ground below into the drifting snow. She began making her way towards the inner encampment hoping that what she heard over the comm's device was true. Was this truly a place for those to hone in on their powers, have a true directive and be the born leaders of the galaxy they were meant to be?


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[Arcubis Kornelius]

Walking into the area where refreshments were being served, Kornelius would take out his flask and reach for a flute from one of the personnel. Nodding with respect he then poured it into his steel flask. A dark amber drink with a small froth that would accumulate at the top. As he sipped it was rich and somewhat grainy. No doubt it was a homebrew, and it wasn't half bad. He then would take a seat at the nearest table and pull out a small Holocron device, researching any data that me available on Ossus. He figured he was safe.

There were many gathered, but he knew no one. That's how it started several years back. His mind would replay a flashback to a time he found himself imprisoned and was scheduled to stand trial for a crime that the Jedi Council of Coruscant could not prove. During his imprisonment, he was the "new guy" and found himself in a couple of scraps. Imagine several force users in the same area with shock collars on their necks preventing them from using any force abilities. There's a shocker. He recalled by surviving and nearly beating a trandoshan to death he gained the respect of many. But it didn't seem that way here. Everyone was here for a common purpose, and whomever Darth Megarea was..She shared this common interest of many.

As he continued researching while deep in thought his brow lowered as his labored breathing came almost to a slow exhale. Something made his heart skip several beats. As he felt the presence of another approach but could not tell who. Placing the datapad down he turned over his shoulder to see Tes'Reya Hedroke approaching the corridor heading towards the open area. Although he could not make out the face just yet, something was odd.

 

[Darth Vastitas]

A malevolent presence arrived while the speaking started. Shuttle descended upon the landing area with little regard for the other vessels there. It made its fit into a tight spot, the area not set up for a great number of craft. The ship settled, wings folded up, and the ramp lowered. Down that ramp strode a man of relatively nondescript height. He wore black and silver garb, with a flowing cloak that wafted behind him as he moved. Orange eyes stared at his surroundings, taking it all in as he stopped at the bottom of the ramp. A mask adorned the lower half of his face, hiding a disfigured mouth, done by himself, and sharpened teeth.

Once he had taken everything in, he started across towards the main compound, where it seemed that the meeting had already, to an extent, begun. Someone, at least, was speaking. All the voices he heard were new to him. None of these individuals, these followers of the Sith ideology that he'd discovered as a child locked inside of a room with no doors, were familiar to him. It meant he was not familiar to them, either. This meant he had no status.

Following the others, he entered into the compound and surveyed the surroundings. There was mention of refreshment, and though he thought about stopping in, he doubted they would have anything that fit his particular tastes. Not that he was interested in human. They'd always been careful not to feed him human because of the physical and mental damage it could do to a person. Everything else was fair game. But he didn't particularly want to demonstrate those proclivities among these people, either. Not yet. Perhaps when they got to know him and he determined if his time was warranted in dealing with them.

"Why should we care about the fate of the Sith?" he asked, his voice mechanically altered by his mask to be deeper and slightly electronic in order to filter out speech problems caused by his self-mutilation. "What will doing this now do that hasn't already been done? The words you say have been uttered by many and lead to nothing but failure."

Leave it to him to state the blatant truth right off the back. Probably because he didn't care. He might care, to some extent, how they viewed his physical self, but he didn't care if he upset their sensibilities. Let them get angry at him. Let them be mad. Maybe they would attack him and he would be forced to demonstrate his capabilities. It was hard to say. Only time would tell, as he was no Seer.

"When Sith band together in great numbers it only leads to internal strife and ruin due to power struggles and uncontrolled egos. How will any of you," he indicated them all with a wave of his hand, "be any different?"

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[Darth Megarea]

Megarea had only a moment to bring the cup she had claimed to her lips before she was moving through the crowd. The words of Darth Centax rang out clearly across the gathering, and Megarea made note to approach the Sith after the gathering concluded, or before should she find the time. His blunt statement, delivered in an equally blunt manner, were quite true in her mind. The Sith Empire had been put into an impossible situation. A situation that had seen to its destruction at the hands of numerous enemies. Some forged by their very own hands, even if accidently. But for their failures, they were also an inspiration to follow.

Two more Dark Siders arrived in the gathering as Megarea made her way to a covered pavilion. She had only just gotten to the edge of it when Darth Vastitas spoke up, drawing many eyes to him. Megarea's were among them, and her golden eyes turned slowly to lock on to the latest speaker. No emotion crossed her face as she regarded the newest speaker, another blunt individual. There were many among them this day with this condition, it seemed. She would work to remedy this in the future.

Extending her hand, Megarea sent the cup in her hand to gently land on a nearby table as she took a single step towards Darth Vastitas. Another step drew her closer, and a few Sith gathered between her and Vastitas averted their gaze from her stony face, stepping back to clear the path. Whether intentional or not, the newcomer had insulted Megarea in her own home, temporary as it was. Before anything could even begin, her position was being challenged, and the dream she had fostered for years thrown into question. It was infuriating, though it was to be expected as well.

Such were the ways of the Sith.

Another step drew her closer to Vastitas, her metal tipped boots making small, echoing thuds with each slow, calculated step. Only after he fourth step did she finally speak, never breaking eye contact with Vastitas. "You make a good points, Sith. Points I am sure many of you have asked the same questions yourself, both here and it the greater galaxy." Turning her gaze away from Vastitas, he locked eyes with several others in the gathering, her eyes unblinking. She turned her gaze back to Vastitas then, a small smile quirking up the corner of her mouth. She could feel the ferocity in this one, barely contained beneath his very skin. He would be a powerful ally, should she be able to convince him, and all those gathered here, of her cause. He would also be a threat that had to be dealt with, if she failed.

"The fate of the Sith is your birthright, and you should take interest in that. But if that is not enough for you, I offer more." She delivered the statement bluntly, matching his initial tone and delivery. She turned then to look at the rest of the gathering, projecting her voice. "Failure is the way of the universe. No system is ever perfect, flaws are inherent in all living beings and the organizations they create. The ability to learn, and grow with the knowledge of those mistakes is what matters. That is what I shall do differently. Knowledge, education, and growth shall be the bedrock of this new society, this new ideology, this new Order."

She began to walk around the gathering, stepping lightly, and never coming too close to any of the individuals present. "The Sith Empire of our times succeeded where so many others failed. The One Sith before them were also successful, as were the One Sith of such ancient times as Darth Krayt. Both organizations had one similar, clear feature that I believe led to their success for so long. The naturally inherent and self destructive nature of the Sith was directed towards external threats, and the goal and prosperity of the Order itself placed at the forefront of all else. Power was unified entirely beneath a single individual, and all beneath that one leader were united around the Order that they led. Darth Krayt, Darth Carnifex, two sides of a similar coin."

"The organization I seek to create shall be a mixture of those principles which have succeeded in the past, and those I seek to instill in a new generation of Sith. Rather than being controlled by our emotions, we shall shackle them to our will. Rather than endless war and destruction, we shall dominate and grow ourselves. Educating new generations will be how we grow our power, not by killing one another when weakness is seen. We shall foster growth as a whole, rather then squandering potential. We shall be the kings and queens of this galaxy, for it is our right. A higher ideal, for the High Sith Order. A network of academies dedicated to teaching a new generation of Sith in the ways of the High Sith. The High Sith dedicated to teaching those next generations, and carrying out the will of the Order. The High Sith Order, dedicated to following the will of a single individual. My will." The last statement was delivered without any emphasis, though the delivery could not be mistaken for anything less than a proclamation. All those present would understand that the way forward, should they choose to accept it, would be under her direction. At least until such a day she was defeated, and her place taken by a better successor.

"Conflict within the High Sith shall be structured, and driven by rules. Murder shall be answered with death. Betrayal will be answered with death. The unity of the High Sith shall be our strongest asset, the vessel through which we shall bring a new order to this galaxy, where our predecessors have brought only war, and their own downfall. From this new order you shall all reap the benefits. The High Sith will deserve their place above the simple masses of the galaxy. Compared to them, we are royalty."

Finally, she turned back to Vastitas, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Should you all follow my banner, the banner of the High Sith Order, I offer to you the gift of the future. Follow the tenets that shall be laid out before all equally, and the galaxy shall be ours. Stand by my side as we face the threats of the galaxy, and I will give you an Empire. Should any of you think yourselves better suited to the task, I implore you...try."

Arcubis Kornelius Tes'Reya Hedroke Valen Atramilitis Terraxia Darth Sabbat Natoadia Surea

 

[Darth Centax]

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Weak die off and the strong remain, it is the cycle of things. Keth would say. Centax wasn't Keth, but he did believe in a cleansing happening, purifying of purpose. He did not reveal much of his thought process unless Sith were cleverly listening in, because that also had to be earned from him. There were few to trust with secrets of command or strategy.

How many generals and commanders had turned off their canons on the eve of the battle at a loved one's pleading request? More than counting. That kind of flaw in Sith forces had to be crushed, bred into the bone through years of discipline and service. To follow their will and no other. Discipline over death, but death was a tool as well.

"Follow the code. Not the man or woman." Centax stated to Darth Vastitas. It was simple in the end. The code endured, it always did. Those in power died or lived. Empires rose and fell. "Breed the code into the young's veins and you create sith for an eternity, abandon it for a personal whim, and when you die or falter the empire dies."

Yellow eyes continued to watch, and listen. Darth Megarea and he were aligned, close enough that he tolerated her vision. She sort to create a codex of her own. The Megarea Codex, the key was creating room for personal ambition, she saw that in the empire's expansion. What about when it was the dominant force? The different temperaments of a Sith could not be controlled, only given room to have life. This was one thing she needed to consider, and one thing Kethenite were masters of, the long conflict, another opponent was always within reach.

"Structure. Sith will seek conflict. Better we create a structure for it, than let it fester. Two sith walk into an arena, one or both leaves, and the matter is finished. It is simple, easy, and quick". The last word was stated as important. A far faster version of a Kaggath, civil war or festering feud. If it were to leave the arena, then there would be a problem to be addressed, and he would gladly crush those that chose to break her agreed codex.

When she asked for challengers. There was a tensing in the air, crushgaunt gripped together in a fist. She very nearly got one, corrupted eyes almost looking through her to his victory. She might feel that he always sort out glory. Glory before even leadership. It was difficult to resist, and if he hadn't invested himself in the idea of a glorious Sith Empire, he would have accepted immediately. The emotion was focused inward and became heavier resting across his shoulders.

He took a heavy step forward toward her, danger in the approach...

Eyes looking forward for fear, for hesitation, for anything he could not tolerate in another. If she flinched he'd cut her down there and then. Unworthy of his service. For a long moment, he watched with demanding attention.

"I will lead your armies as your right hand."

....and claimed his place as the first one standing behind her. A symbolic gesture given, before she continued her walk. She could certainly refuse, but Sith respected bold gestures. If Darth Megarea stayed true to the code she sort to teach, he would stand behind her, if not, that was a different tale.

 

[Darth Hellique II]

It was as Megarea said. Servitude or solitude for the Sith of this era. Neither sat well with the Sith Lord Sabbat. "Listen to this woman, Acolytes," He whispered to those that had come from the Shift. "Her words hold a much needed truth." Her thoughts, he presumed, echoed his own. The Sith, a once mighty warrior race of interstellar conquerors, then an equally mighty tradition had become nothing more than fuedalists losing ground to their own while lesser invaders stole their crowns.

To be Sith, in Sabbat's mind, meant the pursuit of power and Sabbat knew that power came in many different forms. His favorite forms of power were the power of knowledge & the power present in cooperation. Many Sith sought knowledge, but not many sought lasting and meaningful cooperation, at least not in the way Sabbat did. Power was the reason he bet on himself. Power was the reason he bet on others. He saw power in them and only sought to be a catalyst to draw the best of it out. He wondered if there were others that viewed power in a similar way.

Sabbat stroked his chin as he listened to Megarea, the boisterous latecomer, and the man who called himself Darth Centax. There was a savage eloquence in the bluntness of the men, and there was a deadly grace in the speech-craft of Megarea.

Darth Centax laid claim to Megarea's armies. Sabbat guffawed at the thought. Howling and banging at the table, he spilled his wine and choked on a sip more.

"The man is leading armies, when only academies were mentioned. It sounds like somebody has jumped the proverbial blaster." The suarian Sith Lord stood and emptied the rest of the wine down his gullet. "I probably would do the same if I were you. Thankfully I'm not," Sabbat teased. His expression was half playful, the other half downright draconian. "Former General of the One Sith, Shaper Khan of the Khaganate, and voice for the Supreme Overlord of the Yuuzhan Vong. Quite an impressive vita, Darth Centax, but I suppose we shall strike "good listener" from the special skills section." Sabbat frowned facetiously but then his expression turned. "On a serious note, for all the fancy titles you hold, for all the skill and knowledge you must have, who have you shared your teachings with?" He asked rhetorically. He felt he knew the answer.

"Because you seek the key to generational dominance for the Sith, correct? More than generations even." Sabbat turned to Darth Megarea . "You seek knowledge and growth, power and roots. This kind of philosophy I can more than abide." He continued. "So as the man pledges his service, so do I. I give my knowledge to your High Sith." Sabbat turned to the others. "And if you know anything of the Sith Lord Darth Sabbat, of Darth Hellique the Second and the First, then you know just how powerful knowledge can be. And I will give it all. Free of half-truths and most certainly free of secrets. I am cut from a different cloth than most Sith. Are you?" He questioned the crowd around them before unceremoniously sitting down with another glass of wine and the meatiest delicacy his snout could find.

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