Private Breaking Isolation

[Akhema]

Darth Nwul Muss Noren

Akhema had found a home on the planet Tomyris. It was meant to be her fate many thousands of years ago that she was among the initial settlers of what was intended to be a Sith colony at the height of Emperor Vitiate's power. The carbon freezing had put a damper on that plan, and she was since then considered their lost leader. Through her time with them she learned of the fate of the galaxy following the unfortunate fall of her initial home. The Sith had suffered time and time again throughout history. She had no heart for it, truly, as the very notion of her people becoming so scarce had hurt her deeply. The Jedi, in spite of the way they preached peace, had managed to succeed in largely destroying her people over time.

The Pureblood had become melancholic in the time since her awakening. Throughout the galaxy the Sith were still feared in some places. It was unfortunate then that the traditional Sith worlds within the Stygian Caldera had been controlled by some zealous crusade to truly eradicate the Dark Side in its entirety. They were foolish, short-sighted, and now relegated to the history books as they had collapsed in on themselves. It was the Force seeking to balance the imbalance they had created by pushing the Dark Side out. In that same time the Brotherhood of the Maw had collapsed as well with the efforts of the Galactic Alliance. Two diamentrically opposed entities that had come into being and fallen. The Force was a power beyond their control, and to try to fully imbalance it one way or another was a fool's errand. That was why she could appreciate the Tomyrian Sith that she had made her people. They knew all too well the danger of singular dogmatic thinking. She wanted to see the Sith dominate the galaxy, but wanted to see them do so pragmatically and with actual thought.

In the wake of the crusade's failure she elected to visit the Stygian Caldera on her own. She had elected to visit the world of Thule as she had heard it had come under Sith rule once more. Akhema wanted to appraise them really, but beyond just that finding that the Sith Homeworlds were once more under Sith control had gladdened her heart. The ship had been cleared for landing in the capital city. Things had changed on the planet since her time. It had become more developed, and that meant the infrastructure had improved. "DV-535, you're in charge of the ship while I'm gone." she said, exiting the ship to greet whomever it was, if anyone, would be sent to greet her. Akhema had elected to wear her regnal attire as afforded to her as the Queen of Tomyris. A tunic and pants, white with gold trim, black boots, and a half-cloak hanging off of her left shoulder. She was both tall and strong, and her attire was kept neat, and ordered. On her hip was a single lightsaber hilt, ornate and downright ancient considering she was chronologically over four thousand years old. If she had not been put into any modern databases, then whomever it was to greet her would find that she was an entirely unknown quantity.​

 

[Darth Nwul]

Nwul lingered in the mirror world, wandering between reflections in as much as a game as he could make of it. It was fun, in its own way, exploring the vast and strange sea he had discovered during his battle with Darth Carnifex. It was not like normal teleportation, he was not folding space, but going somewhere else. He wondered if this was connected to the World Inbetween, or if it was something else entirely? Amused he would peek though at times to see if anything interesting was happening back in the realm of reality. That was when he saw it, the strange ship landing on the docking bay in the Last City, now known as Thule City.

He could sense a presence near his personal chambers, someone desperate for his attention. He left them waiting a bit longer, his eyes peering through the looking glass and into the space where the ship landed. A boarding ramp lowered, and his molten eyes widened with delight.

"Sith Pureblood." He purred into the incomprehensible vastness.

Nwul returned to reality through the mirror in his chambers, stepping out into fresh air and taking a breath for the first time in what felt like days. He wandered languidly to the door, an attendant suddenly on their knees, head bowed in supplication. Nwul tilted his head and smiled, his presence had gone through a complete transformation since his battle with Carnifex. No longer wsa he the wayward storm of a Sith Lord scraping at the walls of ascension. He was a Dark Lord and an Imperator Ascendant, a contestant for the Throne and an entity that dared bear his teeth at Darth Empyrean himself. He was not strong enough, but one day he would be.

"Call Muss Noren and have him join me in greeting our guest," Nwul ordered without preamble, stepping past the attendant, "And prepare a lavish dinner," Nwul added.

It wasn't long before the transport had been sent out to retrieve the woman and bring her back to the restored palace. Nwul had found the throne room and settled in, speaking to Muss Noren in jovial tones as they waited for her to be introduced. "Haha ha ha! I'm glad things are going well, is there any more I can give you to help you, my mighty friend?" Nwul asked Muss.

Akhema Muss Noren

 

[Akhema]

Darth Nwul

The image of the Sith Purebloods of the past was present now on Thule. Akhema was incomprehensibly ancient, but only by virtue of her great misfortune to be frozen by her former master. Still, her direct knowledge of the forgotten past was something she quite relished. It gave her a leg up on people who were obsessive about finding the truth of what had hapened then. Vitiate's Empire was powerful, certainly, but it was built on a fragile bond between the Kaars of the Dark Council. Authority had been delegated to twelve separate members, each of which controlled a small sphere of power within the Empire. Certainly it allowed for some nuance in the different states of government, but the decentralization allowed for dissenters to hold more power. That was why when she found Tomyris, she maintained the status quo of the plenary assemblies as she assumed the mantle of Hegemon of Tomyris.

Akhema wondered if the planet had been discovered by anyone else in the galaxy. It lay far below the galactic disc beneath the Stygian Caldera itself. It likely would have eluded explorers for a very long time given the nature of a galaxy. Outward and inward were the typical directions followed on a disc, never up or down. Still, the planet was not outside of the galaxy, just on the very fringe which afforded them isolation and protection. Her first order of business for the Tomyrian Sith was to break isolation, and integrate into the galaxy. Whether that meant with a Sith polity or not, she cared little. Her views on the Force, much like the Tomyrians, was much more pragmatic than dogmatic. She held no illusion that the Dark Side was the supreme power, nor did she disrecpect the power of the Jedi. The Force was powerful in its own right, and only by intent can the use of its power be determined to be good or evil.

As she ruminated over her opinons on the Force she could feel that the Sith of this planet were still quite steeped firmly in the Dark Side. She expected as much. A stranger approached, and beckoned for her to follow. The human was much shorter than she, and clearly a servant. She bowed graciously to their guidance and followed behind. Someone sent to meet with her, but not someone important. It was fair, she was a stranger from a strange place that traveled through a hyper route that was unknown to any others.

"The Master is quite excited to speak with you." the human said, politely.

Akhema raised a single brow ridge, "Sensed my approach, did they? Your master must be quite perceptive."

"Very. Sharp as a tack that one. Very powerful." the servant continued, heaping praise on his employer or owner. She did not know if this place operated with slaves or not. Akhema had a distaste for slavery. A broken population of people with built-up resentment was a time bomb waiting to happen. It happened on Dromund Kaas with the slaves building the Statue to Darth Vowrawn, and that lasted for years in spite of the Empire's power.

"Of course, or he would not be the master, now would he?" she said, probing for whether or not this human was a slave.

"I suppose not, but he pays quite well." the man said, surprising her quite pleasantly that he was a paid attendant. "If you would please enter the room here, the Master is waiting to greet you." Akhema entered the room shortly after the man left, having watched him walk away for a moment to ponder the figure in the room. She would not speak first, that would go to the host.