Faction Blow Your Trumpets, Gabriel [Sith Order]

[Darth Carnifex]

Jutrand, Capital of the Sith Empire

What was once the mundane and slack expressions of billions turned to shock and surprise as a new celestial fixture made itself known in Jutrand's upper atmosphere. Looming so large as to eclipse Jutrand's native star was the Malsheem, gargantuan world-craft of the reviled Kainate. Shock turned to panic as thousands and thousands of craft disgorged from the world-craft's cavernous interior, blotting out the sky like locusts in their multitudes. But this was no invasion, and no siren sounded as to warn them of such. Rather, this was a homecoming, a grand triumph.

The swarm converged upon the great spaceport of Jutrand, swirling around the towering skyhooks that stretched high into orbit. Above them loomed the Malsheem, appearing to dock with the highest reaching spires and settling into a geosynchronous revolution. Huge barges descended into the hundreds of miles wide thoroughfare that spanned along the great city leading up to the steps of the mountainous Imperial Palace, thousands of soldiers, officers, Sith, and various beasts emerging and flooding the great pathway.

At their head was the great Dark Lord of the Kainate, Darth Carnifex, His magnificence like a miniaturized sun as He led the great procession towards the Palace. Banners bearing the standard of the Kainate were held high above, while tapered pendants of black and red fluttered wildly as fighter craft strafed the procession, detonating fireworks high above their heads in macabre celebration. Prisoners of war and other obscene oddities from half a galaxy away were paraded alongside the accompanying soldiers, met with reviled jeers as the citizens of great Jutrand finally realized that this was jubilation; not annihilation.

Trumpets blared their horrible dirge as the Dark Lord ascended the steps, scale-cloak cape billowing behind Him as He surmounted the final step. Pivoting to look back at the endless columns, the Dark Lord raised a single hand and the whole procession ground to an immediate halt. From within the Palace came another host, that of the Dark Council and their multitude of bureaucrats. Holo-film crews quickly arranged themselves and began to broadcast the Dark Lord's image across every world in the Empire, and even many beyond as hundreds of frequencies were hijacked and rerouted. Even on Coruscant the face of the Dark Lord would appear unbidden from many screens, even inside the homes of Alliance citizens.

With His hand still raised, the Dark Lord spoke.

"My people!" Enhanced by the Dark Side, His words had no difficulty in traveling a great distance unaided by technology. "The long tribulation has come to a close. When I left you, I swore that I would reclaim the Holy Worlds of the Sith from the vile despots and degenerates who despoiled our great heritage. That I would see the birthplace of our ancestors freed from the shackles of the Light, that I would see those traitors who defiled the dignity of our great Empire brought to justice. In this, I have prevailed, and I return now to laud upon all the people of the Sith with great prosperity, dignity, and triumph!"

"The Holy Worlds have been cleansed and pacified! Where there was once chaos, I have brought order. Families long displaced from our holiest creche have returned to their ancestral lands, to bring forth the bounty of the earth and restore our connection with the tombs of our forefathers. Those who turned to us with smiles but unsheathed daggers when our backs were turned have been uprooted and destroyed. Their lines will never again prosper, for they have been ended. The Ashlan degeneracy has been made to suffer untold vengeance, a thousand-fold for what was inflicted upon us in the times of strife. Their blood shall water our fields forever more."

"Vengeance and justice, the two paradigms of order, have been sated. But there is still work not yet done. Not in the Holy Worlds, for that labor has come to a close. But here, in the very beating heart of our Empire. I have watched from afar, sickened, as personal feuds and egos have wrought ruin upon our great state. The Alliance knocks upon our very door, their blades poised to sink deep into our hearts, and though we have turned the blade away thanks to the immutable strength of our legions, our most insidious foes lies not without; but within. I witnessed the kaggath of Lords Strosius and Marr firsthand, and what I saw sickened me. One of our greatest and most brilliant minds cut down in his prime because of the hubris of foolish endeavors. But such senseless destruction shall not persist."

It seemed as though the Dark Lord had more to say, but was letting His current words wash over the crowd and be repeated verbatim across every holo-network the transmission was being broadcast.

 

[Kaila Irons]

A cloak of black silk billowed from the shoulders of Darth Anathemous, cast aflutter by the wind of passing starfighters as she marched in tow with her malevolent master, Darth Carnifex , at the head of a great procession.

She had served him and the Kainate on the opposite side of the outer rim since coming of age, fought sith and jedi alike, fought spirits for possession of her own body and wandered the wastes of a hundred worlds in search of forbidden lore now stored upon the Malsheem. But never in her years of service had she witnessed anything like this.

She may be apprentice to the most powerful and accomplished man in the galaxy, but such spectacle remained foreign to the Seeker who'd spent the majority of her time behind enemy lines to uncover secrets and fill her lord's vast libraries. So much had changed since her lord began plotting his return to the empire. She had been made a governor by The Empress, Defended a city gripped by fear, survived an assassination attempt on her life and even taken on an apprentice of her own.

Any sith would be proud right now.

She should feel proud right now.

But she wasn't. All her accomplishments of late and it still wasn't enough to compensate for the empty, lost feeling in her gut. Because it was all a lie.

And so she stood there in utter silence as Carnifex took to the stands to make his speech, thanking the gods that her thoughts were hidden behind the alchemical wards and mask about her face. The world only saw Darth Anathemous, the dutiful Kainite, the studious sorceress, the wandering blade. But behind it all stood Kaila Irons, betrayed and battered Kaila, whom Carnifex had stolen away from her home, taken her very memory, family, Everything. But now she knew the truth. That he'd been lying all these years about why she awoke in the hospital that day before she was forced to become sith or die.

If it were not for her love of Darth Xyrah , she would surely stab Him in the back as he spoke to the masses, witnessed by untold billions, regardless of her own life.

But no, she'd done the one thing no sith should ever do. She'd shared her heart with another, and now could not bear to break his by throwing her own life away, or making him choose between her and his husband. Gods she hated that they'd married while she was way.

Her fist clenched at the thought.

But equal to her anger spurred on by the recent revelation of her master's treachery, was dread. Loath as she was to admit it, her master was the only thing she truly feared in this world. And anything which drew more than utter apathy from her lord long enough to warrant such a magnificent parade was surely troublesome, with ramifications that could span the entire galaxy.

Carnifex was power, and they could do nothing to stop Him now.

She only hoped her young apprentice, her companion, would not share in whatever fate he was shaping for them all.

Tamsin Graves Darth Carnifex open

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Black
Tags: Kaila Irons | Darth Carnifex | Open

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The crowds were large, so many people in one place to see the return of a single man from something called the holy lands. Tamsin did not know the man not really; she knew he was Kaila's master. She knew of some of his deeds like wiping out the mandalorians homeworld causing them to scatter across the Galaxy and live as mercenaries and bounty hunters. Also a few other things he had done. All she really knew for herself was this man was not a good man everything she had been told made her despise him with out actually knowing him.

She looked to her side where Darth Anathemous stood, here on Jutrand she was to refer to Kaila as such or master. There were so many new rules to follow, when they were on this world and a few others. The ways of the sith, with their rank structures of power that seemed so reminiscent of slavery to the former slave. She looked back for only a second to the giant of a man speaking he was even taller then Laphisto . She was once again in a land of giants, but these giants could crush her with a snap of their fingers.

There was pressure on her to behave, and she hoped the spirit in her would comply. Yet as she stood there, she could feel it, palpable in the air around Kaila. A rage burned in Tamsin's master and friend. She wanted to reach out and grab Kaila's hand to show her that she was there. Show her that she wasn't alone, that Tamsin would be there for her. Yet she stopped herself from doing it, it would be a sign of weakness to prying manipulative eyes.

Vultures circle all around looking for a weak spot to stick the knife in. New to the sith culture she was already understanding some of its intricacies. If opportunity presented itself, you took it and it didn't matter who you had to step on. So, she turned back and looked at her master's master speaking his words of grandeur of conquest of ancient lands. The destruction of those that had dared defiled these sacred lands. This man didn't fight the will, he seemed to think he was the will. Tamsin had to wonder if that made him an enemy they would have to defeat?

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Jutrand
Attire: Outfit
Equipment: Daggers, vibro-sword.
Tag: Darth Carnifex | Kaila Irons | Tamsin Graves

Eira had been working on her abilities in Force Lightning, targeting multiple dummies and enhancing the power she could use, it was changing the colour of the Force Lightning from a blue to purple, she was aiming to get a red colour to her lightning, she believed that would be the strongest version of her power. However, she was struggling to keep her fury high enough to power the blast. There was still something that was holding her back, something lingering in her mind that she had not been unable to unlock yet.

Grabbing a bottle of water, she took a break from training and looked outside a window in the academy. Spotting a darkness covering them though there was no clouds in the sky. Stepping outside, she saw it, the massive ship blotting out the sun, darkening their surroundings. A seemingly endless horde of ships pouring out of the massive ship in the sky, Eira could tell that there was something serious was going to occur. Something that would change the dynamic of the current Sith hierarchy.

It didn't matter too much to currently since she was not able to take a leadership even if there was an opportunity with any changes. Instead, she decided to watch this from afar and see what would be occurring. Studying who she needed to be keeping an eye on, who would be in her way in order to climb the ladder. Her red eyes focused on Carnifex as he gave his speech. Her arms crossed over her chest as she listened, curious to see where things would be going from what he was saying.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Tag | Open​

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The Emperor did not proceed forward on the whim of Carnifex, nor did he join the Dark Council and its proverbial army of pencil pushers. No, the Emperor did not answer to anyone - but today had been by design, down to the minutia of the panic. Even before the Malsheem appeared in orbit, hit squads littered themselves throughout the city in preparation - and as the first alarm, the first scream, the first riot broke out, hundreds and their families lay dead. For too long his detractors had gained power in his home while he expanded the borders, ripped an Empire from the corpse of decay, and gifted them unimageable wealth. All they had done with it, they threw back in his face - as plot and plot was uncovered and rooted from deepest umbras.​

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A hundred powerful families on Jutrand would disappear today, many with Kainite affiliations. Tomorrow, Darth Empyrean would make a deal to give Darth Carnifex unimaginable domestic power. It was the cost he would pay for the security of his children. It wasn't that the Emperor trusted the Butcher King, but he trusted in Srina Talon - and her judgement was all that would matter in the event of his passing.​

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As if it was only a possibility. He was already dead - it's only a matter of time before his will withers.​

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But before then, he needed Carnifex gone from the holy worlds. Even now, as the Malsheem began its great march, tens of thousands of Eternalist Agents, Enforcers, Bounty Hunters, and Company Contractors ushered their way into the most powerful places of those worlds - but they centered around the many times capital of the Sith Empire - Dromund Kaas. It was here zoning restricts were bypassed, city blocks leveled, and a planet prepared for a great building project.​

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A ziggurat, many thousands of feet tall, built by the intricate and carefully designs of Empyrean himself. It had taken him months, even with an omniscient sight, and a hundred quills moving at once. His ability in the Force was strained to bring it to life on paper, and now his Empire would strain to bring it into reality. Insides its alchemized stone would lay millions of careful runes even master's would struggle to alchemize, and between them lay carefully guided channels on par with the smallest of circuitry. When the time came, it would serve as the strongest focal point of the Force the Galaxy may have ever seen.​

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And it was all so he could kill one thing before he passed - the Worm Emperor.​

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The Sepulchral had attempted to manipulate his designs, but the Emperor's vision reached further than theirs, and he had foreseen their actions. This would be the game they would play until the pyramid was complete. Only then would the final hours of his rule begin - when the skies of Dromund Kaas bled, and billions lay vaporized by the strength of his will manifest.​

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Soon, the galaxy would witness a crime they had never seen before - and it would be by his own design.​

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But today, he watched from a high tower the parade that moved towards the Palace Complex. The Black Pyramid had grown since its initial days, and now it was more akin to a city populated only with sycophants and administrators. Almost none of them had seen the Emperor in person, only heard tales of him, and he intended to keep it that.​

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So he watched from the balcony, and waited for the show to be over so that could pay the price for privacy on this new world of his.​

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Obsidian eyes snapped open, reflecting the flickering candle light that surrounded her, narrowing as she tried to discern what had disturbed her meditation. The pool of black in which she appeared to be kneeling slowly receded as she rose to her feet, flowing into her as if it had been part of her to begin with, both fluid and smoke, there, and not there.

She could smell fear, taste panic that surged momentarily. A blink and the obsidian vanished from her eyes, emeralds returning as the candles extinguished with awave of her hand and she stepped out of the circle. Light began to stretch across the apartment floor as the blinds rose to reveal the great shadow of the Malsheem and the parade that was flowing from it, spilling into the streets below her apartment. Lina couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips as she stepped onto the balcony, Carnifex 's theatrics were never a disappointment.

It didn't take a genius to work out he was heading for the palace. The real question was why? What piece on the board was moving? A breeze whispered across the city and with a whispered word, Lina was swept away with it. Dark wings seemed to sweep over the parade, but there was nothing above to cast such a shadow.

They shrunk as they reached the steps that He ascended, disappearing into the elongated shadows of the pillars. Lina rose up behind the councillors and camera crew unnoticed by either as she leaned against the wall to watch.

Tags: Darth Carnifex | Open

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Dark Lord looked upon the assembled throngs, and felt the Dark Side swell all around Him. He could feel the death, but it was a necessary bloodletting. There was no scenario in which Darth Empyrean would allow what was to transpire without spilling blood in return. But it would not be the first, and definitely not the last, for Darth Carnifex would soon see the Empire wade waist deep in blood from what He was about to impose upon it. He would be reviled, but He would be feared all the same.

"Children of the Sith, hearken to me now. This is the dawning of a new age; an age of order, an age of security. For too long has corruption been allowed to endure, festering just out of sight beneath the glimmering surface of our Empire. The rot must be excised, it must be dragged out from where it has hidden. To those who heed my words and harbor treason in their hearts, know that your time has come at last. To those who listen with the purity of loyalty rushing through their veins, know that your fidelity shall no longer be tarnished by your neighbor who despises you and all you stand for. For while, it is my hand that shall deliver you from evil, you are the masters of your own destiny. Rise up and cast out the wicked amongst you."

It was a call to action, a call to violence. But the Dark Lord was not done yet.

"In order to ensure that our security is never compromised, there shall be a union. The hallowed institutions of the Inquisition and the Sepulchral shall be brought together, to return order to where it has lapsed. This new pillar of the Empire upon which so much rests shall be relentless in it's pursuit of justice, ruthless in it's discipline, and uncompromising in it's execution. By the grace of your Emperor, Darth Empyrean the First, I have come to bring about this new paradigm and see it strengthened. It will be by my hand that treason is cut out from our Empire, for like a surgeon with a scalpel I shall carve away corruption."

"Look again to the sky and see the ever-present symbol of justice above you. All who remain loyal shall bask in it's glow, while all who barter in perfidy shall know only terror. Remember this, my children, the immortal words of our blessed Empire. Nyashjontû Wo! Imperius Unitada!" The chant was taken up by the Kainites assembled, quickly spreading throughout the city and across the world entire. It was repeated through every broadcast across the Empire and beyond, the galaxy ringing with the Dark Lord's infernal words.

Kaila Irons | Tamsin Graves
Eira Dyn | Lina Ovmar ​

 

[Kaila Irons]

I have come to bring about this new paradigm and see it strengthened. It will be by my hand that treason is cut out from our Empire, for like a surgeon with a scalpel I shall carve away corruption

For all the calm and calculatedness which Darth Anathemous may preach, not even the threat of a hundred cameras broadcasting her every movement to untold billions could stop her masked gaze from visibly snapping towards her master in utter shock.

How, she thought. How could The Emperor allow this? There's was an uneasy alliance, facilitated only by, to her knowledge, the peculiar companionship between her master and The Empress, Srina Talon . But she knew the empire's deep seeded hatred of Carnifex, for she suffered for it each time she was dragged back to carry out his will within their borders.

She could not even fathom the galaxy spanning ramifications this would have, nor the ill omen of darker sith politics which must have led to this moment. No, the quick thinking and clever investigative skills which she was reputed to have were gone in this moment, overwhelmed by dread, perhaps even terror. She had naïvely believed for years that her master was content to ignore the political mainland, to ignore her even, that she was free to pursue her own agenda in the gaps laid by The dark lord's apathy.

That day had just come to a sudden end, for her and the entire empire.

She would have to recall The Haxion Brood from echnos, warn the brotherhood that imperial space was no longer safe. She would have to reevaluate what few allies she had, reexamine months of hard work to eliminate all but the most tight lipped contacts to ensure that her secrets would remain such. Who could know if she would ever get a chance to realize her own plots ever again.

The Wanosa inquisition were reckless, and she could credit her own survival to this notion. She may even go so far as to say that the ones who'd tried to slay her were incompetent.

Darth Carnifex was no such thing. The Kainate had been putting down civil wars longer than most of these new sith had even lived, and they had become proficient at hunting traitors with a fanatic zeal and efficiency honed across countless worlds.

She felt sick. It was like being torn from the arms of Mandalore all over again, as if once again she were being sold into slavery by another name.


And there would be only one way to survive such an Omniscient threat.

She would double her efforts. She would lie so convincingly, with such fervor, that not only would her master believe it. But one day, perhaps she would too. Even with her memories secretly liberated, her beskar safely returned to her hands, she knew that the only way for Kaila Irons to live, was for Kaila Solus to die, bit by bit, until nothing remained.

Remember this, my children, the immortal words of our blessed Empire. Nyashjontû Wo! Imperius Unitada!

"Nyashjontû Wo! Imperius Unitada!"

Out of many, One. Empire United.​

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She repeated the chant, shouted it even as she fought the urge to vomit in her mask.

Her gloved hand gently nudged Tamsin Graves , silently urging the former slave to do the same. All the while the only thing she could think about was that she had unwittingly dragged the poor girl into the most dangerous era of the sith empire, traded her shackles for newer, stronger chains. In trying to teach her how to resist the will of the force, to defy fate, she had done it's bidding and now they would share in the perdition of servitude together.

"Nyashjontû Wo! Imperius Unitada!"

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Tamsin Graves Darth Carnifex
Eira Dyn Lina Ovmar

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

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Qosantyra, Dosuun - 904 ABY

In the opulent halls of the Imperial Palace, Grand Vizier Ivalyn Yvarro stood before a massive, gilded monitor, the light from the screen casting sharp shadows across her face. The images showed chaos as Sith factions turned on one another, each vying for dominance in a brutal civil war. The sounds of lightsabers clashing and shouted oaths echoed from the broadcast, even as the signal stuttered and then cut off—officially blocked across Commonwealth airwaves. Behind her, High Basileus Kelora Priestly approached, her expression unreadable as she surveyed the images.

The Vizier straightened, turning to her sovereign. "I tis metaphorés apó ti Sith blokáristike ópos diatáxate," she said smoothly in Eastern Dosuunai. "The broadcast has been fully blocked as ordered. Any citizen determined to find it will, of course, be able to do so on their own."

The High Basileus gave a slight nod of approval, her gaze lingering on the now-blackened screen. "Let them. Curiosity is not our enemy, Ivalyn." Her tone softened as she took a seat, gesturing for the Vizier to sit across from her. "But confusion is. There should be no doubt in our citizens' minds of where we stand. Unity—éthnos enótitas, a nation united."

Ivalyn nodded, understanding the unspoken directive. "A reminder of our strength, then, Vasílissa, a call to the legacy of order that we uphold?"

"Yes, exactly," Kelora replied, her voice thoughtful yet resolute. "We are the descendants of the First Order. They will see us as such—a march forward, unyielding, with a vision beyond chaos. I want you to prepare a speech." She folded her hands, her eyes intense. "Make it clear that we do not engage in the Sith's divisive games, that we stand firm in purpose. Aftí einai i télia eukairía na epivevaiósoyme to proío mas óchi ópos kyriarchía allá ópos odigós."

The Vizier inclined her head, switching back to Basic with ease. "And to speak of unity not as an enforced rule but as our shared destiny—a guiding principle rather than domination?"

Kelora's lips quirked into a faint smile. "Precisely, Grand Vizier. It will serve us well to remind our people that we are not merely a ruling class—we are a vision embodied. They must feel not merely loyalty but belief." She let the words settle before adding, "Our speech must be as much a declaration as a reassurance. The Commonwealth endures, and we will guide them through this turbulent era."

Ivalyn rose, the weight of her task bearing down with clarity. "I will see to it that the message is worthy of our people, of our legacy."

"Then you understand, epistóvoulos mou," Kelora said, her voice almost soft. "And so it will be."

The Grand Vizier paused, considering the High Basileus' words before speaking.

She turned slightly, her voice measured. "There will likely be those who seek refuge, to flee the chaos and violence—the instability that the Sith have become. Their fractured ranks will send waves of the displaced, and many will look to us as their sanctuary."

The High Basileus Kelora inclined her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Nai, prepare the Divan and the Refugee Council. If these souls wish to turn from the Sith's madness, let them find the Imperium here." Her gaze sharpened, resolute. "They will see, in our unity, the true glory of order."

Ivalyn nodded. "So it will be, Vasílissa. I shall convene the Divan immediately to assess available resources and territories for settlement. The Council will ensure safe passage through the borderlands."

"Good." The High Basileus' voice softened just a fraction. "Let them come and witness our strength firsthand—a place where stability reigns, where even the humblest can find peace."

The Grand Vizier bowed deeply, a spark of anticipation lighting her eyes as she left to oversee the arrangements. Ivalyn walked down the corridor with ease, the sounds of the broadcast lingered in her mind. The words of both Darth Carnifex rang repeated itself. There had been a time when the Pacanth Reach and the First Order considered themselves friends, a time when it had been her own ancestor pleaded with Carnifex and his kind for Galidraan's freedoms. It was the Chaos that cut through her thoughts.

The way that chaos erupted on the Sith-occupied channels, the factions devouring each other in a dance of ruin and ambition—a fire igniting itself from within. She took a measured breath, focusing on her reflection in the glass—a reflection haunted by duty and lineage.

Here they were again, a generation later, witnessing Sith blood spill on just beyond the Commonwealth's gates, a reminder of how the Sith's poisons had festered in Ariel's time. Ivalyn's fingers brushed over the folded emblem on her uniform, the small pin that bore the Commonwealth's sigil. Ancestors guide me, may each decision I make be one that benefits this great nation.

The lingering memory of the High Basileus' voice cut through her reverie, echoed softly resonating in the familiar Dosuunai: "Prepare the Divan and the Refugee Council."

Ivalyn had a solemn duty steeling her resolve. The Commonwealth was a place of order and peace—built from the remnants of a shattered region, yes, but forged stronger and purer for it. Each citizen who sought refuge here, each person fleeing the Sith's unending chaos, would have a chance to witness the Commonwealth's vision for themselves. A place where fear held no power, where ambition was measured in legacy, not bloodshed.

As she continued to walk down the hall to her private chambers, she murmured, almost reverently, "They shall see the glory of the Imperium." This—this unified Commonwealth—was more than just a safe haven. It was an inheritance, a promise, and perhaps the answer to the question her mother's family had spent their lives wrestling with: what does it mean to bring stability to an unstable galaxy?

And so, her gaze lifted, facing the shadowed corridors with a steady resolve. The Imperial Commonwealth would open its gates, ready to guide the willing into the light of order— just as her ancestors had always dreamed. After all, there would come a day when the Imperial Commonwealth would no longer be content to simply be a mere vassal state. For their memories were long, and they recalled their days as First Order.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Black
Tags: Kaila Irons | Darth Carnifex | Eira Dyn | Lina Ovmar

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She listened intently to the man's words, speaking of the corruption and the need to cut it out. It was a call of violence against those seen as disloyal, unbelievers in the totality of the sith vision. She looked up at the sky, but there she saw no justice, only brutality. She could feel it, it was distant but there was a darkness consuming lives snuffing them out like they were nothing. One by one the lights of millions of souls flickered out, not even a second to ask why.

Then she heard laughter no one else could hear, it was reveling in the chaos and the needless destruction of life. It was sickeningly overjoyed by it feasting on it, it was the first time she had felt its dark touch on her. Her right fist clinched at her side, nails digging into her palm as she tried to push it back, it wanted to crawl out and free, but she wouldn't let it.

Fighting with what was inside her she felt a nudge at her side, her head turned slightly to see it was Kaila. Kaila was chanting in unison with the crowds. Nyashjontû Wo! Imperius Unitada! Words Tamsin did not understand the meaning of. Yet she got the hint that she was to say them aloud like everyone else. An oath of unity to an Empire she was just learning about, not like the oath she swore to Kaila one she had done out of friendship and sisterhood. No this was an oath to serve, put back on the shackles Kaila had freed her from.

The laughter in her head and being forced to give her word to bloody violence, she was torn was this really what she wanted. Was this the life, freedom had given her another chain but a new master. She looked up at Kaila her face covered by her helmet, hiding a part of who she was. The part that inspired Tamsin to fight for it all, yet she could feel the terror and anger in her master's heart being this close to her due to their connection.

She could run, she thought to herself, but it was only a fleeting thought that passed. The laughter in her mind wanted her to stay put it wanted this. She didn't know why, it didn't tell her, but she could feel it locking her legs in place telling her to stay. It didn't matter where she turned now, she was a slave again, to the will of the spirit and to this Empire she didn't understand. She didn't know what either of them wanted just that she had no choice.

"Nyashjontû Wo! Imperius Unitada!"

"Nyashjontû Wo! Imperius Unitada!"

"Nyashjontû Wo! Imperius Unitada!"


She began chanting along with the crowd and her master. One of the mob, free of thought like the mindless masses a slave to the sith machine. A drop of blood fell from her clenched fist onto the ground and yet Tamsin did not feel the pain she was inflicting on herself just a cold numbness.

 

[Gawynna]

Location: Jutrand
Equipment: See Bio
Look: Hairstyle, Outfit
Tags: Darth Carnifex | OPEN

For the first time Gawynna, daughter of the Eternal Father, was going to step foot on Jutrand. The seat of power of the current Sith Order. The possible reasons why her father would keep her away from the Imperial Palace were so many that Gawynna didn’t care to venture a guess at which one was true. The reasons why now was the time were just as voluminous. Gawynna had hoped that it was because she had proven herself a capable student in the tasks that her father had passed to her. That her prowess was enough that she could hold her own among some sort of peer group in the reach to join the heart of the Sith. Gawynna wasn’t sure she wanted to venture out from the Malsheem until she felt ready. The galaxy was big and Gawynna was small. But she couldn’t afford to let her father see her timidness. Zambranos weren’t weak. Neither would Gawynna be.

Seeing Darth Carnifex address the whole of the Sith capital was something to be seen. His message started as one of conquest and victory. Then it shifted to one of work still to be done. Gawynna’s father was a master politician. He might see that as a slight, but in Gawynna’s view the basis of politics was to manipulate the masses to share your vision. By that meaning she suspected that her father would be quite proud to call himself a master of politics. Gawynna couldn’t help but wonder if she was here to listen to this as a warning that she was drifting from the desired path of her father, or perhaps a reminder that just because someone claims Sith loyalty they were not to be trusted. Whatever the reason, Gawynna was spurred to follow her father and root out the deceivers within their midst.

His words were inspiring. Gawynna wanted to be that scalpel her father used to debride the rot from the inside of the Sith. There was much work for her to do in order to be ready for such a task. But as soon as this visit was completed she would dedicate herself to just that…well and continuing to find the most lovely hairstyles and makeup techniques. One didn’t need to look like hell to be a scalpel right?

”Nyashjontû Wo! Imperius Unitada!” Gawynna called out repeatedly, mirroring her father’s words.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Jutrand
Attire: Outfit
Equipment: Daggers, vibro-sword.
Tag: Darth Carnifex | Open

Eira watched as the speech was delivered by Carnifex. She knew where this was heading, what would be the next move. This was interesting to watch and she enjoyed the strategy that Carnifex was using it was respectable and it made sense to Eira as to why people feared but also admired him. She was curious to see what he would do with the power he was going to be granted now he was claiming a position in the main Sith Empire. She would also be interested to see how the Emperor handled this, while the words were claiming that it was the grace of the emperor that allowed Carnifex to return and hold the position he had now, the mother ship blocking out the sunlight and thousands of ships with soldiers and warriors of all kinds within, told a very different story.

A story that demands were made and granted in fear of reprisal. At least, that was how the display came across to Eira.

Watching the events unfold, Eira spotted Kaila in the background of Carnifex's speech. The Sith Knight clearly was unhappy with the situation, it was definitely not how she wanted things to be. This gave Carnifex power, relevancy in the Sith Empire that would make Kaila's plans all the harder to execute from what Eira had learned about. Next to Kaila was another woman, presumably her apprentice from what Eira had learned. It was interesting to see them there and to see the fear Kaila was attempting to hide to hold a brave front.

Eira tapped her nails on the table as she watched her screen, how would this new direction impact her training with Darth Malum of House Marr and the Tsis'kaar? It seemed clear that Carnifex held no love for Malum and she presumed vice versa. All Eira wanted was to avoid being between the pair, Eira still had a long way to go with her training.