Private Dark Consecration [Qotsisajakaar]

[Darth Voyance]

Aboard the Dark Praxeum​

Hyperspace​

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From towering arched thin windows of transparisteel, stain glass depictions of the history of the Sith were projected onto the panes by backlit holoprojectors. Geometric renderings of the forms of ancient Sith Lords, Bane, Revan, Plagueis, and Kreia appeared as large effigies illuminated in a dim glowing constellation of colors. They kept silent vigil over the narrow and cavernously tall chamber that was the private quarters of Darth Voyance aboard the Dark Praxeum. They peered down to a central isle that was flanked by two rows of black durasteel columns that rose up to a honeycomb patterned vaulted rib cage that held the ceiling.​

At the very end was an obsidian stone desk and behind it an armchair with a tall back framed in ornate red metal inscribed with ur-Kittat markings. There seated and passing her finger through a holoprojection beaming from a sunken lens in the desktop surface was Darth Voyance, arch-schismatic heretic, or so the Sith Empire had condemned her to be and Lord of the Qotsisajakaar, the Order of the Sith Keepers.​

The rutian twi’lek was busying herself with a holomap of an unknown cluster of systems within a nebula that skirted the part of the galactic arm where the outer rim, specifically the Tingel Arm faded into the Unknown Origins. Within the cluster of bright highlight orbs that marked the systems of the nebula one was emitting a crimson hue. Voyance tapped the red dot with her finger and from it summoned another holomap.​

It ballooned and engulfed the previous holomap, consuming it in transitioning materialized data. The red dot became the enlarged image of a bloated red super gas giant and a destroyed moon orbiting it. The moon was depicted as rock and shattered into pieces that drifted in a savage mess about its orbit. Voyance tapped the debris and from it flickering points of data in encased windows bubble into view. The moon was labelled as “Sepulcher”.​

Reclining into the red fabric cushioning of her chair, Voyance crossed her fingers together and in a pinnacle, holding it just below her tattooed chin. The time had come. Having collected disciples and like minded Sith and made her insurrectionist harboring views known the shackles of Sith-Imperial subservience were broken. Now she could begin the work of unravelling the Empire and returning the Sith to their eternal roots.​

But such work would require support, supplies, weapons, and a force to convert philosophy into actualized terror. This thought brought her back to Sepulcher. Sepulcher was the vessel for this actualization. Here she would set the base of operations for the Qotsisajakaar, and from here they would spread their agents across Sith space and galactic space, to infect the shadows of schism in the rusted gaps of the Sith-Imperial’s behemoth machine.​

She closed her eyes and cleared her mind. The noise of political maneuvering, military strategic treachery, and crying warnings of contingencies bled into a deep, dark, empty nothingness. In that vacuum the Darkside poured in. Like a vicious slurry it dripped into Voyance’s mind, ripping her from the time and space she occupied into a different plane of conscious awareness.​

There the same powers that had at once haunted and now empowered her, made a swirling conjuring of foresight and prophecy. Cryptic sensory impression that were fed from the Darkside. Some misleading, some true, and some a chaotic collage of events old, new, and untold. But, they were all present, at once, and they embolden Voyance’s meditations. Ruin and victory were offered in tandem by the Darkside and Voyance could see them all. What she made of them in her reality, was up to her and her Qotsisajakaar.​

Her eye opened and the world swelled back into view and a torrent of the here and now, eclipsed her visions. The holomap returned and the image of Sepulcher became the dominant visage in her view. It would be Sepulcher that would decide their fate. Waving her wands through the holomap she swatted away the image of Sepulcher, using the motion sensors to direct the holoprojector to shut down. As it retrieved the ghostly holograms, Voyance threw down her hands onto the arms of her chair and pushed herself up. She walked around her desk and descended a short set of steps that linked the dais to the isle.​

She strode down the isle until she reached its center. She stopped and passed her head aside to look at the stain glass projections of the ancient Sith Lords. “Feed, outside,” she coolly said. The neon glass faded to black and then to a passing maelstrom of blue and white as the holoprojectors displayed a video-link feed of the space around the Dark Praxeum outside as it traveled through hyperspace. Voyance stared at rushing distorted space-time, its blues and whites took turns bathing their colors on her.​

A protocol droid interrupted her glaring. The red steel droid waddled over to its master and gave her a curt nod. It did not speak and awaited confirmation to continue. Voyance passed her eyes down to it and waved it to proceed.​

“My lady the members of the Sith’ari Kabala have arrived as per your request for their summons,” the droid said.​

Voyance nodded, “Good. Welcome them.”​

“We shall begin the consecration of our schism and insurrection.”​

The protocol droid bowed deeply and turned away to approach the tall double blast doors. Pressing a few buttons they heaved a loud snapping mechanical hiss as their oversized actuators labored to slid both doors a part. When they announced their final separation from one another with a loud bang, the droid stepped out to greet the other members of the Qotsisajakaar.​

“This way please,” said the droid, continuing, “We will shortly be arriving to Behemoth moon Sepulcher.”​

“Her ladyship is keen to begin proceedings.”​

Darth Centax Taresa Kae Avernus Darth Immortuos Darth Kentarch Avernus Darth Vinaze Octavius Bellator Kyrinov Felix Astermo Darth Assimilus Kasa Shii​

 

[Avernus]

Accommodations aboard the Dark Praxeum weren't generally anything to complain about, but Avernus hadn't quite found them up to his usual standards. This said less about the Dark Praxeum and more about Avernus' unrealistically high expectations that had set in from a life of luxury. It could have been worse though, he was thankful that it wasn't another Darth Pteron situation. He had paid quite a sum of money to improve the standards of Pteron's passenger quarters, but with the current situation, Avernus wasn't sure he could spare the money to upgrade the Dark Praxeum at the moment. He didn't expect to spend too much time on the Dark Praxeum, at least no more than was necessary, so he supposed he could deal with the conditions for now.

He had brought his star apprentice, Zhani Amadine along with him on this venture. His intention was for her to meet Voyance and officially pledge herself to The Qotsisajakaar. She had come to the dark side so willingly for a former Jedi, eager to realize her potential without the vast restrictions of the light side of the force. He didn't imagine the young apprentice had any complaints about the Dark Praxeum, as she hadn't yet become totally accustomed to or expectant of the vast luxury she had been subjected to since becoming his apprentice. It was only a matter of time before Avernus and or the luxury rubbed off on her and turned her into a spoiled eccentric.

He'd managed to drag her from whatever vice she was indulging herself in as the keepers were summoned by Voyance. He ushered her to the rest of the keepers and wordlessly signaled for her to follow as they all headed to where they were summoned. He'd once again chosen to forgo the usual ostentatious display of fashion in favor of a modest and typical sith ensemble. He'd also neglected to provide his apprentice with a vulgar display of fashion, leaving her entirely her own devices when it came to looking presentable. This wasn't at all a daunting task for anyone, but Avernus always found her personal taste to be tacky and leaving a lot to be desired. As the actuators parted to reveal the inside of the chamber he paid little mind to the protocol droid, entering with a sense of importance and belonging, but still maintaining a respectful presence.

He strode forward with both of his hands behind his back. "Hello Voyance," he greeted the Lord of the Qotsisajakaar with a tone more fitting to addressing an equal rather than a 'lord'. "The Dark Praxeum is rather impressive, a fitting station for the Qotsisajakaar indeed." His feet spread out to about shoulder length as he began to hold himself with far more lax posture. "What sinister purpose have you gathered us for this time?" The eagerness in his voice was almost as obvious as a child jumping up and down in place.

Darth Voyance | Taresa Kae | Darth Immortuos | Darth Assimilus | Felix Astermo | Darth Vinaze | Octavius Bellator | Darth Kentarch | Kyrinov | Kasa Shii​

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Sith. Always scheming and up to something and yet here Kezeroth was once again apart of the greater plans to dominate. It was a vicious cycle. Many thought him dead after his skirmish with the Dark Lord himself during the invasion of Mandalore. If only that were true. A taste of Carnifex's power was rather delightfully painful to take in but it seemed to of misses some bits an pieces of the gen'dai on the battle field. Thus here he stood fully regenerated and mentally scarred. The body was strong and the mind was weak. Hampered down with fragments of his past lives. It was a blurr.

Obnoxiously the red giant made approached into the inner chambers. Stomping his way in with no regard for quiet or flooring for that matter. Did the tile beneath his heel and toe cry under strain?! " Wouldn't you like to know." He scowled turned his crimson gaze to Avernus . This was a sith he did not know but he was going to now.

" Darth Voyance , your ladyfullness. Heheh. I hope you can continue to afford my services. As time goes on I wont be cheap." he remarked reminding her of a deal he perhaps wanted to be made and agreed on. Then his head turned to the pure blood. Looking down at him " Who the kark are you?" And crossed his armored upper limbs infront of his chest.

 

[Darth Centax]

Docking by shuttle from his own Star Destroyer, Centax made entrance to the Praxeum, a fitting place to call home for the keepers of the code. Heavy steps marked his arrival and those with him, following the droid as it greeted them.

Dressed in the Ukattan inscribed silver armor, arriving behind Centax, three of the Khaganates clan leaders came wearing red or black armors marked by the same dead language. A traditional Noghri assassin and two humans. Their lineage armor displayed their own bloodline and their devotion to the sith code, as each inscription they wore was a word from it that they had earned. Besides their allegiance, his personal Kaggath against Ellie Mors would only benefit their combined aims to keep a senior member of the empire preoccupied, though no help could come from the assembled sith, nor would he accept it.

A half nod was given to those that had assembled. A certain pressure in the air as always, exerted on the force around him, amusingly enough to give the weak a headache, but none here were weak. Long had he waited to ignited the flames of eternal war again. Patience was not traditionally a sith trait, and it grated on him, yet he endured its acidic nature for the long conflict. His assassin the absent one today, on errands to refine their tools.

“The Khaganate have aligned with our aims.” Aligned meaning he’d destroyed any shred of resistance and left the loyal clans alive until they knelt to him. Not all were Noghri, many were human, some pureblood sith. “When needed, their blades in the shadows will end the Empire's commanders disloyal to us.” None knew of the assassins he had assembled, none were tracking them thus far, and so when their assassins moved none would be expecting them. As a bonus he hoped to waste the Empire's time bogging them down hunting ghosts, while he struck from elsewhere.

Centax detached his helmet, looking the three of them in the eyes, the cut he'd given in oath still across his cheek. He spoke not of the sithwatch that were growing in number once more, or his other assets, for they were his own personal card to play when it was time. The empire’s populations would rise and eat the weak from within. This was just the first phase of planning to destroy every shred of opposition, to refine the flames of war within and without. They had been foolish to let him live, their patience would be their undoing.

Tag: Darth Voyance | Avernus | Darth Assimilus

 

[Darth Vinaze]

Derleth had stood idly by in the shadows of the large hall while the other Keepers filed in. Rather than disturb their mingling, he leaned back on one of the grand pillars and closed his eyes. He let the energy of the dark side that radiated through this place wash over him. It was... fresh. As fresh as the dark side could be, that is. The untapped force of this new battle station was like the smell of a new ship. He had been in this meditative state of relaxation since Xo.

What made him finally tense up and lose his focus was the entrance of the gargantuan Gen'Dai sith. His footsteps on the floor made Derleth cringe with each thunderous clap they made. Derleth stood up straight with a sigh, and stepped out of the shadows with a call to the hulking figure.

"Silence, Monster. Your volume is an affront." He called out to Darth Assimilus . He was surprised that this beast was not caged. No Sith monster should have the free reign that this one clearly possessed. He didn't share his feelings on the matter, however. Calling out the beast was one thing, but Derleth was not here to make enemies. Especially out of stock that large.

"My fellows, it is always a pleasure," he turned and said to the other Keepers with something between a nod and a bow. "I see you can hardly wait, Avernus . I share your excitement." His stern, sometimes monotone voiced rarely carried the sense of excitement and wonder that working with Darth Voyance often brought him. Nonetheless it was there, and if he wished to make nice with the other Sith he would have to tell them. Making nice was his priority today... at least with the other Sith Lords. For the monster he cared little.