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[Alkor Centaris]

While he had essentially told them all to kriff off if they intended to quarrel amongst themselves, Alkor seemed entirely disinterested in the brewing storm between Romeo and Imura. The offer of a flask from Aedan was more than welcome, since Alkor had run low on his own stock of moderately weak (albeit delicious) ale. He kept himself innundated with the swill not for the euphoric effects of alcohol, but for the numbness that came with them.

Most Force sensitives embraced their gift and sought to hone it into a mystical weapon, like the flamer with his parlor tricks, but Alkor had been sharpened to another extreme. He would never be able to perform the awe-inspiring feats of a magician or wizard, but those things were by and far limited in their uses.

Alkor accepted the flask graciously and only halfway sensed the sudden spike in negative energies that sought to writhe their way through Imura. Well, that was a lie. He sensed it all. He felt the way it coiled and hissed, twisted and lashed out. Serpentine and virulent, the vicious Force power stank like rotten meat to the senses of Centaris.

He let the sensation of firewater wash over his palate and the heat dragged his mind free of the offensive and abrupt attack. Just in time, too. Irritation pricked at the forefront of his thoughts, but the battle bred urge to slaughter Sith was slaked.

For now.

"You," Alkor intoned as he wiped a sleeve across his lips and handed the flask back to Aedan. His azure eyes flicked over to Romeo. "Heel. Are you a mewling Sith pup, or a Dark Jedi? Does your vanity control you, or are you the master of yourself? We came to kill the bloody bastards, not to emulate them."

[member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Nick Imura"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

" You cannot change someones nature." the Gen'dai stated responding to [member="Alkor Centaris"] as he and [member="Aedan Miles"] got drunk. This was getting old. Infighting was expected but to this degree? Saverok chuckled some thinking of the past. It could of been worse.. Maybe it should be. Briefly looking back at the two fighting Saverok smirked.

Leaning against the wall facing them the Gen'dai began to focus on the two conflicting bodies. The flow could be felt in full and enhanced by his own force sensitivity. Now it was time to alter it, ti disturb it and mess it up. The Process was 100% painless but extremely uncomfortable. Extending his hand toward the two Saverok attempted to educe dizziness, nausea and strong bowel movements. The reaction of [member="Romeo Sin"] and this [member="Nick Imura"] would please him greatly if this worked the way he imagined it in his mind.

 

[Joza Perl]

It seemed that she’d arrived after Nikias had given his initial speech, causing Joza to cringe inwardly. She’d received his message only after awakening from a nap and had scrambled to make her way back into Sanctum space. Ever since her recent employment, she’d been having more late nights than early days. And lots of caf to go with it.

To her, it was almost as if the Force thrummed a deep note as she approached the temple, though the pink woman was not put off. Not yet, at least. It was easy for her to become tense with so much power gathered in such a close proximity, but she was far from the point where she’d begin to unravel. She would approach the group slowly, taking in as much as she could manage while slowly closing the distance.

Oh dear. It seemed that a pair was already beginning to clash, both of them wielding fire. Joza skirted around them carefully, though took the time to glance over at them as they bickered. Her own training in the elements was progressing at a steady pace, so it was always fascinating to see how others wielded them.

Moving on, she noticed a pair of men sharing a drink, seemingly unimpressed with the clash of the fire-shapers, nearly gasping in surprise when one was referred to as a Sith pup. Whatever was going on with this engagement, the young Zeltron wanting nothing to do with it, lest she be burned or worse. Instead she hung on the fringes of the crowd, suddenly realizing that she was likely the most wide-eyed and inexperienced of the bunch. Nothing to be ashamed of. There’s room to grow.

Curious to see how the conflict among Masters would be settled, her eyes tracked to the armored Gen’dai as he extended a hand towards the quarreling duo. A sudden flash of recognition caused her breath to hitch in her throat. That’s the Master who was taken by Dredge! She quickly recalled the skirmish on Voss where the Sith Lord had impaled Saverok and taken another Jedi. Joza had been only a learner then, and had fought through a throng of Vong warriors with her Master. So he’s…alive…then. Swallowing thickly, pinkie wondered if she should have tried to smooth things over with her pheromones.

[member="Saverok the Unleashed"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Nick Imura"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Nikias"]

 

[Akhilleus]

[SIZE=10pt]Standing in the Great Temple on a pedestal Nikias' arms were folded behind his back eyes examining the lines of Sith Text that was embedded into the walls. The temple had indeed once been a great mausoleum possibly holding Sith artifacts of power[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] but such times were long gone. Korriban had been plundered so many times that Nikias was sure the Sith temple had probably been robbed of its plumbing by some ignorant Sith thinking it would give him an insight into more power. It was an amusing thought. Fingers rising and touching his chest where the blackened marks remained from where the Sith talisman had once been. Oh the pain and agony of having the amulet removed every waking moment had seemed like an eternity filled with unimaginable pain. Nikias knew what attaining a Sith artifact could do to one[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] how it could seem to rob them of their sanity and forever attempted to pull them into the dark abyss to become like their Dark Jedi ancestors. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Even when all the other Dark Jedi began arriving Nikias waited not answering any of their questions... He had wanted to gauge their responses and each one in kind brought their own comments to the table. Insults were thrown and a fight seemed almost an instant from breaking out. They're like children... Am I the only one with any sort of decency? Nikias thought the sounds of arguing breaking his line of concentration on the Sith text. Teeth gritting slightly Nikias felt as though this had been a mistake. He had expected great warriors to come to answer the call. What he had received instead had been a group of Dark Jedi that bickered like Sith... No worse than Sith[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] two were nearly at each other’s throats. They were savage beasts. Beasts of the galaxy that were feared and had no one to guide them. Nothing to guide them. Nikias would give them that goal and direct them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"SILENCE!" Nikias bellowed amplifying his voice with the force though not in the way of a force scream. Hands splayed out to the side Nikias made the temple quake. Dust and cobwebs began to fall free of the ceiling chunks of stone fell from the walls shook free[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] it seemed as if the temple would collapse if Nikias willed it so. Some force users would've been ignorant enough to grip the entire building and shake it or pulverize it. Nikias had instead focused on the foundation creating a similar display to as if one had the entire building in their grip. "Is this what you came for? To argue and fight each other?! To be at one another’s throats like wild hounds? That is not why I called you here."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Glancing up Nikias would see Joza arriving though he did not let the regal tone and demeanor drop. Not yet anyways. "I called you all here for one thing. To bring our kind together. Not to bicker like children or lower ourselves to the Sith's level of infighting... No I summoned you here to give you a purpose. To destroy the Sith! To destroy their grip on the galaxy. No more hiding[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], no more cowering... No more bickering. We will make our mark on the galaxy and at the mention of our names the Sith will be the ones to quake in fear.”[/SIZE]

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Saverok the Unleashed"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Nick Imura"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay was just putting on a pot of tea when the message from [member="Nikias"] came through. She watched and listened, having never seen or heard of the man before. But it had been a couple of years since she had been fired from the Senate in the Republic, mostly for being a Force user. At the time they were not allowed to serve, and though she had spent most of her time hiding her abilities from mostly everyone, the distrust was there and she was banned from serving in the Government. She was also reckless in her slave liberations, hiring assassins, Sith and the like, pretty much anyone that hated slavery helped her to free thousands from the clutches of the Hutt Cartel. But due to a lack of funding for her operations, she could afford to do only a few scattered missions.

For a time she was the Minister of Diplomacy for the Free Colonies where she had built many alliances and constructed many contracts. But while she was away trying to escape the First Order and her newly discovered Father, the Colonies had disbanded, sending her once more onto a path leading to nowhere.

Kay poured herself a cup of tea and then walked over to the cockpit, datapad in hand to give her pilot, Captain Terrac, the coordinates left with the message. He punched in the numbers and rolled his eyes as he saw where they were headed."You're not going to become a Sith are ya, doll? Or are we going to pick up another stray?"

"Neither. Or at least no to the former. I just want to check something out, that's all. Maybe it'll lead me to a new job."

Terrac just sighed and shook his head. The old man kind of liked the breather that they've had. Sure it was boring, but that's what his whiskey could cure."Alright, but try to avoid trouble this time. And don't tell me that it comes to you. I know the speech. You're just too stubborn for your own good, doll."

She smirked. "No promises, but I'll try. And as I don't need you losing your temper and accidentally shooting someone in the foot again, you can stay on board." Now that was something that they both could agree with. Taking her tea and datapad with her, Kay returned to her quarters and packed up her satchel.

*******************

Hours later the Free Lady docked nearby the Temple. Plenty of other ships were there too. She dressed herself in her usual attire, like an upper class merchant and carried her satchel over her shoulder, shrank her Force signature down to that of a small tree nut, and walked down the ramp, making her way inside of the Temple. One could easily tell that it was stripped bare. She made it just in time to hear silence being called for. What was it that she had missed? Her brows furrowed as she overheard more of what was said. Some of it made sense, but the last of it gave her reason to worry. "It is better to be respected than to be feared. To be feared is something that the Sith and conquerors crave. Perhaps I am mistaken, but I had thought that in the recorded message there was talk of liberation, not oppression."

Kay glanced around to the others in attendance as she realized that she spoke her thoughts out loud. She recognized none but... [member="Romeo Sin"] ? What was he doing here?

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Saverok the Unleashed"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Nick Imura"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[Garza]

As though my stomach had decided to betray me, I could start feeling sick to my stomach. The words of the nameless Dark Jedi reached my ears about being almost on my side. He knew that Romeo had started this. I had been walking away and intending to listen to this man, but Romeo wanted to stick his neck and another male body part out there to prove he was better than me. However, he would fail. I knew he would. Having well over 40 years of living, more than half of that was spent learning of the shaping and fire arts. I had been fighting in wars as long as this "king" was alive.

His strength was likely comparable to mine, but his prowess and skill in using such arts were for naught. Even while I could still feel like this child deserved none of my respect, I could feel a headache, and as though I wanted to throw up my previous lunch, and the piece of gum I ate when I was five years old. Turning to the Gen'Dai who decided to use these powers upon me, I looked at him harshly.

I may be human. I may not understand all of his language, but one thing was for sure, I did not want to fight this man here and now. All while that started to happen, two ladies decided to join us. One a Zeltron, and the other a human female. One clearly younger than the other, but both looked rather beautiful.

It was suddenly that the man Nikias had called for a cease fire. I stopped, and retracted my ground protrusions, I could feel the pain and nausea leave my body as well. Turning to the Dark Jedi, he wanted to create something from this, So I stopped, and listened as the lady said something against Nikias. We should earn respect, not fear.

All I could think about was the stupid song now playing in my head about the subject matter. Still, I nodded my head, and looking around, found the nameless Dark Jedi who had given me the ale earlier, and decided to offer it back to him. I had my fill for now. And then turned to the lady in question.

"Respect is something earned."

Clearly aiming my comment at someone in particular.

"Not claimed."

Walking up towards her, and move around to stand off to the side of either Nikias and the woman, I posed a question.

"Now m'lady, how do you pose we go about with this? And Nikias, I agree. We need to work together. However some feel that it is necessary that egos should be involved. So how about this. We throw the egos out the window when we are working together, and on our off time, We get to choose to do."

I was all for working as a team. But I didn't want to be with people who claimed themselves kings of crap. Sure they may have earned a title like this Aedan did, however, calling yourself a King of Shadows when you use Pyromancy was just not the way to go. For this group Nikias wanted, he was trying to gather people who on a daily basis argued and fought against every ideal of team work, and bring them together to create a force of people worth the name of the faction he wanted.

How he would do this? I intended to find out without having to deal with a thorn in my foot.

[member="Lady Kay"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Saverok the Unleashed"], [member="Romeo Sin"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Zephyr Carrick"], [member="Nikias"],

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay looked to [member="Nick Imura"] as he approached. She bowed her head to him, regardless if whatever position he had, she treated every stranger in the same way. It got her further through life, and saved it countless times. How else had she gained powerful allies among her enemies?

She gave him her full attention while she answered his questions. Her tone of voice wasn't one laced with snobbery for she wasn't a know-it-all by any means. Kay merely had a different point of view. It was always best the see a situation from all angles and come up with many alternatives. "Yes, respect is something that should be earned and not claimed. But that doesn't work for all circumstances. You'd be surprised with how much control that you can have over a situation without having to throw your weight around. One thing that we shouldn't do is paint all of the Sith with the same brush. Not all of them share the same ideals. In my experience, some can be worked with."

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Saverok the Unleashed"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Nikias"]
[member="Nick Imura"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Aedan Miles"]
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Saverok the Unleashed"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]


Romeo scoffed at the man named Nikias, so he finally decided to speak up, and with hollow words as well. For the time being he had to let his rivalry with Imura pass by and focus on the deal at hand. When Kay was speaking on Sith, again he wavered his hand in her direction. "They all want the same thing in the end, control...Between all of us here, most of us have been fighting the Sith for nearly all our lives. Nothing about them as changed." Romeo looked up at the man who called this meeting, he was younger than the Vahla expected. "You've got our attention, so speak. Some of us were in the middle of important things before this, and your broadcast probably reached Sith ears." Romeo heard his comlink chime in.

"Clear so far sir, nothing but beasts out here." One of the Drakons reported in. That was good. "The Sanctum is probably wondering what we are all doing here as they twiddle their thumps starring at the dark artifacts that they possess. Hoping that they will just magically show them power without having to tap into the darker parts of their souls."

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Between [member="Nikias"] telling demonstrating his power and [member="Joza Perl"] entering the room releasing her natural pheromones. It was hard to continue with the conflict. First impression of this Nikias the one Saverok assumed was the host of this all was that he seemed very naive. In fact everyone here seemed naive to a degree. Lving almost 4000 years did that to a person. You start to see things very differently than most.

" You say our kind as if we are all the same. Clearly we are not." He stated eyeing everyone. " Do you think you have what it takes to be the next Jerec?" he asked raising a brow. The name Jerec was a name he doubted any of the people in here knew.

[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Nick Imura"]
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Akhilleus]

[SIZE=10pt]Nikias’ golden eyes continued their roaming of the temple. He wasn’t particularly angry at those that had decided to come[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] however he was slightly agitated by their demeanors. A group of jedi like himself[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] many without a code and stood for themselves above all else. Nikias aimed to give them all a goal without asserting his rule over them. He couldn’t even fathom how one would be able to control such a group on their own… No he needed to make them want to join. To turn these men and women into beacons of the galaxy that would appear to others as a sign of hope while allowing them to continue on with their lives. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Having expected the first complaint or words of dissent to have come from the Dark jedi arguing[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Nikias was caught off guard by the women’s question. He had not expected to draw one in that wished for peace… No peace could not be made with the One Sith[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] not after what they had done on Togoria. The mere mention of gaining their respect turned his stomach as though Malacia was being used on him. “No[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], I care little for the Sith’s respect. I have dealt with many of them and if they do not wish to be slaughtered they’d be better off dropping their weapons and standing aside. Acquiring the respect of the Silver Sanctum[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Galactic Alliance[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Republic[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] the planets that are enslaved those are the ones we care for. The Sith… Will be stopped.” Nikias said eyes turning to the woman. “At all costs. Even if I have to do it alone.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The notion of one person stopping the Sith was preposterous[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] insane[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] and would be near impossible. Still wouldn’t stop Nikias from trying to attain that goal. “I do not call you here to lead you… No it is in our nature to shun such a leadership or code. I call you here to work together[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], I aim for these petty rivalries to stop and instead direct that hate at an enemy that truly deserves it.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Every word that Nikias said put him on edge. Speaking to the volatile group was akin to navigating a minefield. One misstep and everything that was happening now would be for naught. “The point is for the Sith to listen to the message. To know that we are here! On their world! Doing as we please.” Picking Korriban had also served the purpose of antagonizing the Sith. Though with the planet being in Sanctum space Nikias doubted they would attack. “One need not worry about the Sanctum.” Not going into depth about why not Nikias heard a powerful rumbling voice.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I know not who this Jerec is,[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] however if his goal was to rule that is not my own.” Nikias truly had no clue who a Jerec was. Some ancient Dark jedi from the way the question had been posed. [/SIZE]


[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Saverok the Unleashed"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Nick Imura"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Alkor accepted his ale back from [member="Nick Imura"] and tucked it safely away beneath his cloak. He passed the flask of fiery alcohol back to [member="Aedan Miles"] with a grateful nod, then turned on his heel and drew his hood. The crackle of lightning and howl of wind grew with each passing moment as the storm that had begun to brew above suddenly broke its silence. Rain pattered loudly on every side of the temple, and the echo of raindrops behind [member="Nikias"] voice only served to accentuate the grim nature of his plans. The boy was a warrior, but in the ways of the Force and the Darkness, he was still an infant. To talk so brazenly to several pronounced Dark Jedi, especially in the midst of a quarrel between them, was tantamount to a death wish. The most peaceable resolution was either to allow them to sort things out in the ancient way, with a contest of skill to determine the most powerful between them, or to do as the non-human had done and quell them with actions. Words only served to incite frustrations, doubts, and dissension. If the Hellyni wished to lead, he would have to learn to do so with something other than bold ideas.

Of course, he would need to learn without Alkor's guidance, because the Corellian Exile was already headed for the exit. He had heard enough. Many before talked of plans to destroy their enemies, whether it was the Sith, the Iron Fists, the Jedi, or some other force. All of them had spoken well, and with some semblance of command. It never struck Alkor to follow any of them. If they promised to direct his wrath toward their enemies, he lent his skill to them. That was all. That was all it ever would be.

This was a favor to Nikias. This entire meeting had been orchestrated as an attempt to collect a group of powerful allies- weapons, tools, skilled assets- for the coming war. Alkor had no problem with the message. The delivery, however, was poor. If Alkor did not know Nikias to be a by and far untrained Dark Jedi, he might have become irritated by the command of silence.

"Call me when you're ready to dispense with words," he called back over his shoulder. Men like Alkor were not wont to follow. He could tell the same was true for the others present, as well. Perhaps not the woman in their midst- she did not seem much like the rest of them- but [member="Romeo Sin"] and [member="Saverok the Unleashed"] both seemed to fit the bill. Unlikely to fall into step simply because they were told to do so. "The Sith aren't talking right now, I'm sure."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay shook her head at [member="Romeo Sin"] 's statement. She didn't believe that all Sith were the same and wanted control. There were some that were different. Her eyes returned to [member="Nikias"] as he spoke. She waited of course for him to finish before she responded. "I wasn't suggesting that you gain the respect of all of them, sir. There are a few that I know and have hired on many missions to free slaves from the Hutt Cartel. They despise slavery and although slavery would never be fully abolished in our lifetimes, they still wish to help free those that they can. I was grateful for their help. It doesn't hurt to gain allies among them. It could help you turn the tide in this war that you wish to start."

Just as she had been told that it was useless for her to go on her anti-slavery missions, Kay was not about to do the same to Nikias and the others that his message had brought here. Both had impossible goals and both were stubborn. Perhaps they all were.

If it weren't for the need for a job and the feeling in her gut telling her to stay for awhile longer, she might have left. Instead she shifted her weight on her feet and remained where she was. That is of course unless she got asked to leave.

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Saverok the Unleashed"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Nick Imura"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Saverok the Unleashed"]
[member="Nikias"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]

"Jerec was a joke, the Reborn needed Desann, a being of real vision." Romeo commented on Saverok's decision to bring up such a historical being of the Dark Jedi. Still Romeo decided to shut up, and lean back up against a wall and watch this play through.

 

[Zetha Vesh]

Zetha had gotten the message. Stealing a ship from Coruscant, she followed the signal to Korriban. Once she passed through the planet's atmosphere, she followed the coordinates sent, reaching the location of the meeting. Landing her 'borrowed' ship near the others, she hopped out and went inside.

The place was crowded and she was just getting in to hear the end of the speech. She glanced around for a moment before going to lean against the wall, watching for anything to happen or for anyone to approach.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

The Gen'dai groaned when [member="Nikias"] mentioned gaining allies. 3000 years of living and one thing he learned is that Dark Jedi did not need assistance. Supplies maybe but that could all be stolen in the long run. " You are wrong to trust other political groups to help further this cause. If you think these other factions will fund a group of monsters then you are wrong." He growled not liking the idea at all. A trait that was also shown in Kezeroth.

" We do not keep outside help. Only way to destroy the Sith plague is to embrace who we really are. Monsters." he said as he tilted his head. Not everyone here had it in them to embrace the Darkside in full and he knew it.

[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Nick Imura"]
[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

He stopped short near the entrance when he noticed a Togruta female leaned against the wall nearest the entrance. She must have slipped in sometime during all the regressive conversations and pontificating. He sensed something of a nubile presence around her, still quite young in the Force and most likely not trained. If she received the call and found her way to Korriban, the it was obvious that others with significant pull in the galaxy would have heard it as well. When you get that kind of attention, it didn't matter whether or not people took you seriously. At least they were paying attention.

Alkor lifted the ale to his lips and took another swig, entertained by the things going on in the room. He would not shunt the idea of a Brotherhood of Dark Jedi aside when it had this much traction, even if he disagreed with the approach that their makeshift leader seemed to be hellbent on. In silence he made the resolution to take up arms if they actually ever did go to battle. It wouldn't hurt, and hell- it would be better than roaming the galaxy aimlessly. Maybe he might have a decent time.

Doubtful, but always possible.

[member="Zetha Vesh"] was merely the first thing in his line of sight as he fell into the spell of deep thought, so it would appear that he was staring at her for several long moments. After the contemplation faded, he snapped his gaze away and headed once more for the door. "You must be lost," he spoke to her as he passed by. "This is no place for children."

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Zetha Vesh"]

When the Troguta entered the temple, it was quite obvious she felt out of place here. He shook his head at Alkor's way to deal with her by calling her a child was not how Romeo would have dealt with it, so he intervened. "It's fine, Master of Ale, she is with me." Whether or not this was how she felt was too be seen as he walked over to her and leaned against the wall with her. "This is what a meeting of darkness looks like, bury it in your mind, and remember it forever. Nothing good comes when we all meet up." Romeo nudged her with a gentle smile. "But...it's still better than a meeting of Sith."

 

[Zetha Vesh]

She had been leaning against the wall for a handful of minutes when she felt eyes on her. Turning her head, she evenly returned [member="Alkor Centaris"] stare. She watched him snap his gaze away and leave, leaving her with a passing comment. Immediately, her temper flared up and she turned on him. "I'm not a child." She snapped, rather indignant.

Then someone else intervened, someone wearing a mask. Why did it seem like everyone in this damn galaxy wore masks? Her glare shifted from the proclaimed 'Master of Ale' to the new man, where it softened into a look of hesitant curiousity. A meeting of darkness. Nothing good comes. Then he gave her a nudge, joking that at least they weren't Sith. "I'm not evil," she sputtered out. "I'm just...tired of being good?" Did that make sense?

[member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza remained on the edge of the gathering, wavering back and forth between staying around and leaving for the time being. She could always address her concerns with Nik later, once she had filtered through all of this information in her head. It seemed that heads were butting, so she elected to stay out of the proceedings and simply watch. The Zeltron didn’t fancy herself a leader type, but she would follow someone if she felt that it was for the best. Glancing around at the Masters that had gathered, she wondered if pride would stand in the way of uniting under a common cause.

The pretty brunette speaking with Nikias had touched upon one of Joza’s biggest issues with lumping all Sith in as killers. While the Jedi disliked most Sith she’d come across, she was on decent terms with a few. None that Nik would approve of, or had approved of. She nearly cringed in remembrance of Cloud Nine, and how Haytham had sworn revenge on the Hellyni man for what he’d done. What a mess.

Shifting on her feet, her eyes were drawn to a young Togruta that joined the small gathering within the temple. Drifting closer to the copper skinned girl, Joza tilted her head. “You don’t want to be good? Then you want to be…bad?” Her voice was light and inquisitive, not accusatory at all. The Zeltron was curious as to what was going on in her mind, and would let the other young woman speak her piece before trying to bombard her with philosophic discussion. She’d learned that when dealing with sentients, it was best to not try and inject an air of superiority over them—not that she wanted to, after all.

She glanced over at the dark haired man who had approached her first, brows furrowing. “Easy. Are you trying to scare her away?”

[member="Zetha Vesh"] [member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[Akhilleus]

[SIZE=10pt]Sir? [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Nikias thought when the human woman said it. He was not used to be calling sir in any manner seemed like something that a Sith or Jedi would prefer. Even now just the word being used disturbed Nikias. He wondered had he given off some hostile vibe that threatened the woman as he had not intended to do so. This is why I hate politics. Nikias thought. One had to be so delicate when doing conducting meetings such as this. Even more so considering the volatile crowd that had been gathered. All focused on one thing and without a code or mantra to guide them. That was what made them who they were[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] they did what they needed to do instead of what was dictated to them. "Yes I know not all Sith are the same." Remembering his night with Briga[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Nikias knew that they all weren't traitorous and promoted death and chaos[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] but many still were. "Those that wish to truly fight alongside us and not against us will drop their weapons. It will be their own fault if they fall in battle. I will not risk the lives of others for Sith that cannot think for themselves." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Once again the gargantuan Gen'dai chimed in. The size alone made Nikias very doubtful that he'd be able to take on the creature if he became enraged. However[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] they were in a room of other force users could a single Gen'dai take them all? "I do not expect them to fund us. They barely tolerate us to begin with[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], to willingly give us their credits[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] weapons[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] and ships is preposterous... At least for now." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"No what I intend is for them to stay out of our way. To leave us to our own business of dealing with the Sith. It is in their best interests as many of them have grown to fear the Sith. While we can take the stand against them. Often times it takes one stepping into the darkness to fight those that stand in it. What is your name brother?" Nikias asked the forever grumpy Gen'dai. He expected some sort of chastising for calling the Gen'dai brother but it was more to hammer home the point that everyone had a voice here.[/SIZE]

[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Zetha Vesh"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Saverok the Unleashed"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Nick Imura"]