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Credius Nargath
The Obsidian Redoubt, the stronghold of the Diarchy on Eos. Hemorpheus had not as of yet paid a visit to this monument to the might of The Diarchs. The Lord of Life spent much of his time in his Laboratory, seeking the secrets of the Force through science, and mystical practices. There a came a time to let his scope be idle, and his samples remain in the frig, and this was such a time. An invitation, if it could be called that by The Lord of Hunger, whoever that might be. Ana was away on a mission to Dathomir, and he had found himself becoming rather weary of the isolation. This call to Redoubt was perhaps just the prescription he needed. Going to a cabinet in his lab, he pulled from it a new respirator. The one he wore with his dark blood leather and tanks was so he could navigate toxic environmental conditions and experiment with agents and chemicals that would oridinarly do him harm. Though wearing a mask had its own caveats, he often could not express himself, nor was the perspiration build up enjoyable. Taking off his helm, and the two great cord like pipes at his shoulders, Hemorpheus took the device and placed it in hollowed out part of his throat, and took the coil with its smaller tank and dropped it down inside his armor, connecting the valve. He took a breath, and then felt for the first time in a while, the air from vents of the lab on his face. His long deep red hair falling over his neck and shoulders, his eyes which often were as amber were blue, which meant he had not drawn on the dark side recently. Looking into a mirror, he placing his burgundy gloved hand, looking at the device as it ferried oxygen into his damaged lungs.
Heading to the hangar, he found a Diarchy Shuttle, one of those obsidian ships that were meant as transports. Inside there was such quiet, he had forgotten what it was like to be alone. Setting coordinates for Eos, the shuttle began to rise up from the dark chrome floor and leave the opening with its light shielding that allowed vessels to pass through but not the vacuum of space to draw anything out into it or suck the oxygen out. Sitting in his chair, Hemorpheus fiddling with with Lightsaber hilt, it was blood colored durasteel, with an emitter that looked like a heart, well those hearts lovers exchanged, not the organ, and it split to reveal the blade at the top when activated. The Achon of Life watched as the black of space turned to the tunnel of white stripes and black, the hyperlane route, as his mind drifted off in thought. Since he had joined The Diarchy, he had been more of outlier, content to conduct his research that he promised would benefit The Diarchs and everyone else. He was beginning to wonder if he was just selfish, there was need of more capable hands to step in as their Order had become recognized by the galaxy at large through the efforts of the Diarchs and those who played a more visible role. Only
Darth Nexion
understood him, and his quest, though they were like two opposite moons, like those of Tython, Ashla and Bogan, Life and Dearth.
The truth is that The Lord of Life had hit a wall in his research. The annuls of Plagueis were only helpful on a Midi-chlorian level. His aim was to not create life simply though lifeforms in cells, he wanted to wield the power of life itself that even created them, the microscopic creatures that determined if one was Force User or not. This had been his ambition, to become the True Achon of Life, to bend it to his will. To see past the curtain of the Celestials and all the legends, to at once see The Source of it all. This was what he called The Odessey and he was beginning to feel lonely. Ana went along, she did not fully comprehend what he was seeking, answers that every Force Religion obfiscated with their dogmas. Hemorpheus was not interested in the musing of mortals, he wanted to know, to have concrete proof of where life comes from, and how it holds dominion over The Force itself as the Jedi had discovered. He was willing to risk much to see behind viel of mystery, called life.
The Shuttle came out of hyperspace, the planet Eos was in view and the ship made its descent.
Diarch Reign
had built the Obsidian Redoubt as stronghold, and a place of commerce, to better the lives of the people of Eos. That was what set the Diarchy apart, the care for its citizens, and the very different voices that all were unified under its banner. Hemorpheus had admired that they were taking a different path than other empires, one that allowed for diversity to flourish and strengthen the whole. Though he had his own doubts as he arrived at The Obsidian Redoubt, the tower showing the might of the Diarchy, and he had offered them so little in exchange for the high seat he was afforded. That had to change, starting with this test, he would enter the gauntlet of this Lord of Hunger to show his fealty and to prove to himself that he was not just a man of words, but of action.
The Vessel set down outside the Stronghold, the ramp unfurling as a scroll of metal. Walking down it in his blood leather armor he came to the great gate of the Redoubt. Already he sensed a wiff of something, it was potent and he began to wonder if he should have left his mask on rather than try his new breather. It was too late, he must press on, no more second guessing. Making his way inside, the thick fog of something was there, he felt a presence, though not singular, it was everywhere, he coughed and remembered the instructions, they were to fight these Sceleratii. He decided to throw caution into the wind and with snap of the hilt he took from his belt, he let the kyber form a blade of burning hot energy, bathing him in bright red light as he began to navigate the inside. Hemorpheus was eager, he needed this, to be out of his lab and participate in something that challenged him on a physical level. He had grown lax in his training of late, since Ana had left, she was his anchor, scheduling his days.. and when she was gone he found keeping up the disciplines outside the lab harder. He had not lost his form, his muscles were in tact, and he was rather toned, though his body always was fighting for survival, perhaps that kept the calories in check...
Diarch Rellik
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Lady Shadow
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Darth Hemorpheus
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Tashsi Qsa
