Au'Rus Rhaeyns
Character
Terminus
Above the cramped city strata of Terminus, one of the wealthiest trade cities at the far end of the Hydian Way, a silver steeled shuttle was descending from one of Terminus' iconic downpours. Landing on a balcony platform the front hatch opened in two layers of steel doors. A group of well dressed hypercorp businessmen and women departed from the steel beast protected from the rain by nylon umbrella attendants. At the center of the group was a tall well built but aged man. Long white hair with a well kept white beard, he listened as the group conversed in heated argument.
But, the talk was not of revenue, local competitors or galactic financial flow reports. In the common place, out in the open, these seven played their roles as powerful hypercorp CEOs and CFOs, which ruled Terminus with their commercial grip. But, each of them led by this white beard in truth - were gravely pius men and women. These seven were the heads of a large clandestine organization - a paramilitary network stretched across the galaxy who has been for years now supplying rebels, bandits, revolutionaries and whoever else had the resolve to fight the greatest evil which had removed them from their home lands - The One Sith Empire.
Being cast from their homeworlds, they came to Terminus and rebuilt their economic empires and collected to create a conglomerate which acted as a front to launder finances to their secret project the creation of a network of fighters of the light. Having lost their homes, their original havens - they named this network Outer Haven. For years, Outer Haven was an underground name that had spread across the galactic core. It attracted rebels and religious folk who were looking for a light to follow in the dark. Slowly, sects and covenants began to brew and ferment. Now, now was the time to call them all, to call the faithful - to call the angels of the light back to Outer Haven.
The group passed from the drenched outside to the cool and ornately built arched hallways of the central tower of a large commercial complex. The white beard, who within Outer Haven was codenamed Heirophant raised his hand to cease the chatter of his fellow conspirators.
"Enough" he interupted, "I will not change my opinion on the matter. The time has come." He turned to a women who looked to be of similar age to the Heirophant.
"You have heard of what our informants in the Galactic Republic and the One Sith territory have divulged to us." the Heirophant scolded, "The Sith are moving once more and the Primeval are continuing their pursuits in the Outer Rim. We cannot merely remain as a clandestine network any more. We will gather our resources and begin to establish our Order now. Not, later, Pontifex."
The women codenamed: Pontifex frowned but nodded. She knew it was important that they'd resolve to evolve from secret society to a real fighting force. The work would be hard and slow, but their network would assist them.
Passing into an elevator and the descending deep, deep underground the elevator doors opened to a grand image. A large dome carved out of the rock of Terminus which inside was decorated like a cathedral. Ornate statues of a goddess draped in Jedi like cloaks held the ceiling of the dome. While the floor was covered in seats and elevated platforms with intricately carved marble railings. And at the far end of the dome was an elevated step platform with a single gold statue of a golden sun crest crowned woman - she was the Dea, the Goddess of the Light - the literal manifestation of Ashla and the Lightside. And the being whom the now Ordo Pius Dea would wage unending and bloody crusade for.
Waiting for the group was a blue-skinned Twi'lik dressed in clerical white robe and a Miralukan Jedi Knight dressed in a white tunic and cloak with gold trim on the edges. The Heirophant paused, attendants arrived and added to his garb. Transforming him into the Grand Master of the Ordo Pius Dea and the head of Outer Haven. Will the other six changed into their cardinal red robes - symbols of their rank as the leaders of the network which spoke to the faithful through Outer Haven.
[member="Cx-8"] [member="Jeela Tillian"]
Above the cramped city strata of Terminus, one of the wealthiest trade cities at the far end of the Hydian Way, a silver steeled shuttle was descending from one of Terminus' iconic downpours. Landing on a balcony platform the front hatch opened in two layers of steel doors. A group of well dressed hypercorp businessmen and women departed from the steel beast protected from the rain by nylon umbrella attendants. At the center of the group was a tall well built but aged man. Long white hair with a well kept white beard, he listened as the group conversed in heated argument.
But, the talk was not of revenue, local competitors or galactic financial flow reports. In the common place, out in the open, these seven played their roles as powerful hypercorp CEOs and CFOs, which ruled Terminus with their commercial grip. But, each of them led by this white beard in truth - were gravely pius men and women. These seven were the heads of a large clandestine organization - a paramilitary network stretched across the galaxy who has been for years now supplying rebels, bandits, revolutionaries and whoever else had the resolve to fight the greatest evil which had removed them from their home lands - The One Sith Empire.
Being cast from their homeworlds, they came to Terminus and rebuilt their economic empires and collected to create a conglomerate which acted as a front to launder finances to their secret project the creation of a network of fighters of the light. Having lost their homes, their original havens - they named this network Outer Haven. For years, Outer Haven was an underground name that had spread across the galactic core. It attracted rebels and religious folk who were looking for a light to follow in the dark. Slowly, sects and covenants began to brew and ferment. Now, now was the time to call them all, to call the faithful - to call the angels of the light back to Outer Haven.
The group passed from the drenched outside to the cool and ornately built arched hallways of the central tower of a large commercial complex. The white beard, who within Outer Haven was codenamed Heirophant raised his hand to cease the chatter of his fellow conspirators.
"Enough" he interupted, "I will not change my opinion on the matter. The time has come." He turned to a women who looked to be of similar age to the Heirophant.
"You have heard of what our informants in the Galactic Republic and the One Sith territory have divulged to us." the Heirophant scolded, "The Sith are moving once more and the Primeval are continuing their pursuits in the Outer Rim. We cannot merely remain as a clandestine network any more. We will gather our resources and begin to establish our Order now. Not, later, Pontifex."
The women codenamed: Pontifex frowned but nodded. She knew it was important that they'd resolve to evolve from secret society to a real fighting force. The work would be hard and slow, but their network would assist them.
Passing into an elevator and the descending deep, deep underground the elevator doors opened to a grand image. A large dome carved out of the rock of Terminus which inside was decorated like a cathedral. Ornate statues of a goddess draped in Jedi like cloaks held the ceiling of the dome. While the floor was covered in seats and elevated platforms with intricately carved marble railings. And at the far end of the dome was an elevated step platform with a single gold statue of a golden sun crest crowned woman - she was the Dea, the Goddess of the Light - the literal manifestation of Ashla and the Lightside. And the being whom the now Ordo Pius Dea would wage unending and bloody crusade for.
Waiting for the group was a blue-skinned Twi'lik dressed in clerical white robe and a Miralukan Jedi Knight dressed in a white tunic and cloak with gold trim on the edges. The Heirophant paused, attendants arrived and added to his garb. Transforming him into the Grand Master of the Ordo Pius Dea and the head of Outer Haven. Will the other six changed into their cardinal red robes - symbols of their rank as the leaders of the network which spoke to the faithful through Outer Haven.
He turned to the group - the Seven - who led Outer Haven.
"We will assemble the Order today, here and now. The Goddess Wills It."
he said with a fierce glare. The force, the lightside burned brilliantly about him in the ether of the force, revealing his well hidden force powers.
The faithful had been called, a secret encrypted message was sent to those who knew the password. And now - the Monastery - was open for its very first Holy Communion of the Faithful.
[member="Cx-8"] [member="Jeela Tillian"]