Dark Visitations [TSE/Sith]

[Darth Hauntruss]

Bastion
The Sith Empire Revived

How long had he slept in the depths of the crypts of Azazoth? The galaxy had become unrecognizable to him. The One Sith which he had served was no more, and even forces of the Outer Rim had been reshaped. Perhaps this was the will of the Force? With a lull in the powers of darkness he had been summoned back to the world of the living. Nevertheless, dark flames flicker to each other in the force. Having used what dark powers were left on Azazoth, and with information supplied by his old comrade [member="Darth Carnifex"], he had discovered that the Sith had reforged themselves on Bastion. Ironic. Home to a past imperial project of his during the sundering of the Old Sith Empire.

As his lone fighter flew low into the atmosphere of Bastion, Malpherran gazed at the old imperial capital reconstructed under Sith ambitions. Reclined in his command seat he tapped his black gloved fingers against the armrest. His body was encased in an armor of twisted black steel draped over with long tattered black cloaks and straps. His form was tall and muscular with a pale porcelain face, blackened lips, and golden sith eyes. He pondered on what generation of Sith had formed such a faction, and how his presence would be greeted. Did any live besides his old comrade who could sense his true form beneath the new vessel he had awoke in.

The starfighter touched down on a landing pad near the main metropolis. As he descended down the gangplank he could sense the darkness brewing. It was a sweet sensation. Stepping on to the pad, he was immediately meet with a team of troopers and Sith Knights whom had been patrolling the area when an unidentified starfighter had landed.

Malpherran’s presence was putrid, ancient and oppressive, which added to the Sith Knight’s cautious suspicions. Malpherran took a step forward. The Troopers leveled their blasters and the Sith Knight’s fidgeted towards their sabers. The dark side of the force oozed from Malpherran’s fingers and leapt forward smashing around one Sith Knight’s throat dragging him to his fingers. Wrapping his palm around his face and chin, Malpherran lowered his head so that his golden eyes poured their malevolent stare into his.

“Your leaders. Bring them to me.” Malpherran hissed.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor had watched the craft come in and sent the Knights and troopers to welcome their unexpected guest. He also sent them to be fodder for whatever was coming in – and it seemed that one rich in the Dark Side was now on their soil too. A planet well known to Connor, Bastion was a place he was scouting to form a place to reside and form the Shadow barracks.

His amber eyes watched it all from the walkway out of the landing pad as he hung back. A smile formed on his lips at the callus and ruthless actions of the visitor to the grunts who didn’t know how to act or greet a fellow brother to their side. Connor turned and activated a com on the blast door leading into the greater Sith complex.

"We have an un-invited guest. Be alert."

The Knight turned and shouted out.

"Perhaps I can help, my friend."

Connor began crossing the walkway towards the hulking Dark Sider, not a sight or image he could recognise from the fragmented memories of the former Jedi Master. The tatty crimson cloak of the Silver Order hung down his back behind black and silver armour.

"Welcome to Bastion," he said calmly. "May I ask with whom I have the pleasure of meeting?"

He came in line with the troopers and waved them off, their blasters still trained on the brute.

[member="Darth Malpherran"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Of course he had felt [member="Darth Malpherran"]'s arrival long before he was informed about it, he was present for her reawakening and even though she wore a new body he could sense whenever she neared. By the time the Dark Lord had arrived on the scene, however, Hauntruss was already being confronted by soldiers and other Sith who perceived her sudden intrusion onto the Imperial throne world as a threat. The Dark Lord couldn't blame them for thinking so, Hauntruss was quite an esoteric individual and prone to appearing where she wished despite the laws of the land.

His speeder pulled up and parked a short distance away from the landing pad, the Dark Lord emerging from his chariot and deigning to make the last leg of the journey solely on foot. He wore a shroud of crimson around his muscular frame, the bright colors of it heralding his arrival long before he actually arrived.

"You have the honor of greeting Darth Malpherran to the Imperial capital, [member="Connor Harrison"]."

The Dark Lord's voice was sudden and without prelude, his gruffness echoing across the landing platform so that all in its vicinity may hear his words. He boldly strode past the guards and other Sith to stand before Malpherran, his stance relaxed as if he were meeting an old friend. Which, of course, he was. Her new appearance was still something to adjust to, he was so used to the dark and beautiful guise she had worn for his entire life. Still, that did not stop him from embracing her like he would any of his other close compatriots and kissing her hand as he had done in ages past.

"And let it be known that I, Darth Carnifex - Dark Lord of the Sith, welcomes you to Bastion."

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

Malpherran paused in his assault on the wayward Sith Knight, when he was greeted by [member="Connor Harrison"]. He looked to him, and his polite greeting. His grip loosened and the knight slumped to the floor. Malpherran stood up and approached the Sith Knight. Malpherran's putrid and dark essence followed like an invisible ravenous mist. He inspected the new sith with his eyes and then the darkness. A short polite grin flexes across his lips.

"I am familiar with Bastion brother Harrison." Malpherran's deep voice echoed. "In another life I ruled it."

[member="Darth Carnifex"], soon emerged, commanding that the others stand down and embracing Malpherran. He was uncomfortable with such displays and replied a grim smirk. Malpherran drew his hand back from the chivalric kisses and gripped the Dark Lord's shoulder.

"Mind the pleasantries, old friend." Malpherran hissed. "I am not what I used to be. And I shall prefer it that way."

"Now..." Malpherran said as he eyed Connor and the others, "I have come to see what dark refuge you have forged here...my lord."

 

[Poe]

Standing solo on a balcony overlooking the folding events below, I picked at the raw flesh remaining locked in my teeth; pondering what has caused such an elaborate event to draw our Dark Lord out to meet a visitor. Bastion, the heart of the Sith Empire, and the temple erected to train the legions of Sith had seen visitors come and go; but when I saw the Dark Lord embrace the visitor, I understood this was no simple lost lamb. Clearly history had been created between these two. With no apparent threat, I returned to the temple finishing the final preparations for my return trip to Ord Biniir. Bastion, as lovely as it seemed, wasn't ripe for me.

Exiting the temple after completing what was important to me, I walked toward the group of Sith; bowing my head respectively to the Dark Lord. I was not in favor most days, but the distance between Bastion and Ord Biniir was sufficient enough to allow tolerance on both sides. Turning my eyes to this newcomer, I said as politely as I possibly could muster, "Welcome to the heart of the galaxy, I am Darth Sarcophago."

I disliked dropping my name. I had enemies and rivals, though under new laws it was forbidden to challenge or kill those that stood in your way; but accidents always had a way of caressing the law. Plus, with our Dark Lord present, it was only out of respect that I gave my name freely. "You will find Bastion adequate, as well as the Sith Empire, Lord. There are many things made readily available to sink one's teeth into."


[member="Darth Malpherran"]