Diplomacy Heart of Darkness | BotM Capital Crowning of Exegol

[Dyans Keto]

Tags: Marlon Sularen | Aldo Garrick​

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The pomp and circumstance of the restored temple and throne for the new Dark Lord of the Sith made Dyans yawn. The thought of yet another sith order rising rather annoyed her to some degree. She was never a big fan of the sith ideology thinking it crude and often brutish. That and there was the fact she herself had once secretly help end one of their so-called empires. In the process she stole a lot of information and artifacts from one of there ancient vaults upon Dromond Kass or at least the agents under her command had. Among those artifacts was Holocron that had led her to Exegols o long ago.


That was centuries ago despite her dislike and distrust of sith, her beloved Tetan empire and Krath were long gone, and she had to make new allies in this day and age. She found herself wandering away from the Citadel and down into the catacombs that led to the shipyard built deep below the surface of the world. Last time she had laid eyes on them they had been in a decrepit state but to her amazement as she laid eyes upon them now, they were being restored and upgraded.


Her emerald eyes looked on as she stepped down stares unto a bridge that overlooked the seemingly endless expanse that was the shipyard. Even before though it was in a poor state the sheer size always got to her, even on Empress Teta where their shipyards-built dreadnaught sized ships and Carbonite Smelters the size of Space stations, they were nothing compared to this facility. Her emerald eyes became fixated on the construction going on below.


She came to lean on the rallying as memories of her once great Tetan navy came to mind. Long ago the Tetan Navy was name you heard talk of as one of the greats up there with the Hapan’s and even the Empire. There drive Yard had once been as great as those on Duro, Corellia, and Kuat. Of course, the Empire had decimated them and their name fell to history. Yet this Facility rekindled the fire in her to want to make the world she once ruled great again even if it felt so out of reach. Her thoughts drifted as she just watched the construction.

 

[DARKCOM]

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | VOICE OF THE MAW
Sith Citadel, Exegol

//Power//

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Thunder rolled over the desert plain, fierce lightning flickered in it’s backdrop like a wicked snare. Even as the Master of Ren entered the hallowed halls of the Sith Citadel he would find the static discharge unrelenting, ricocheting in the distance all around him at random intervals. The structure floated just above the surface in some unholy suspension of ancient design. The ground beneath his feet cracked with each step from the dry desert around him, the wind was eery and quiet.

In the distance stood a lone figure of a man, an elderly dignitary of some form. He was motionless, stoic. There was something in the eyes though, a predatory stare as the sulfuric hues glowed brightly in the darkness like the fires of Mustafar. It would be clear after a moment of study, he stood in wait of Kyrel Ren and no other.

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The voice was haunting, harsh, and unmistakeable. There was no movement of his lips, no gesture of speech. A thousand pin needles rattling the skull, piercing each layer as a consumptive void threatened to gobble up what would be one’s mind, this what it was to speak to the darkness, to the Dark Voice who haunted him for so long.

Finally the figure grinned, a warm smile that hid the dark grimace that lurked just beneath the surface. His hand rose, open and inviting.

“You’ve heard my call for years now, my champion. The Great Work nears it’s end, I have fulfilled my promise to you. We shall set the galaxy ablaze in glorious crusade, soon our fleets will be ready. It is nearly time for you to repay my favor in kind..”

The Elder turned and faced away, his image faltering, fading away into shadow as the mechanized gears and suspended platform gave way. It floated down, spiriting away the Master of Ren into the belly of the beast if he would let it…

 

[Tu'teggacha]

Location: Gehinnom, Traversing Red Honeycomb Zone
Tags: Fjendar Alcademon | Zachariel Steelblood

The sensor pings were eerie, to be sure; they might represent anything, and the unknown was always a fearful thing. They could be spatial anomalies, ion storms, colossal asteroids, or living beings, any of which could represent a devastating threat to Gehinnom and its escorts. It would truly be an ignominious end for the Holy City if it were ripped apart in transit to its new mooring point. The only consolation in facing these unknown dangers was that any who dared pursue the Brotherhood to Exegol, attempting to seize or destroy their new capital, would also have to face these perils. They would become defenses.

But when the vast tentacle drifted out of the nebula, its twisting motions backlit by flashes of ion lightning, that was more than eerie; it was terrifying. To imagine a creature so large that its appendages were the size of starships was to feel small and vulnerable. It was the feeling of being a tiny fish in a vast ocean, knowing that sharks lurked in the depths that could snap you up in an instant. The feeling of being prey was an unfamiliar one to the Taskmaster. He was the predator, the slaver, the breaker of minds. On the galaxy's northern fringe, he and his raiders were the ones who went bump in the night, terrorizing the spacelanes.

Tu'teggacha found that he did not care for having the tables turned on him.

"Do not stray far," he warned again, his voice more insistent this time. "The searchlights and sensors of the Holy City will illuminate as much as they can for you, but the nebula is dark, and full of terrors. If you wander off in search of glory, you will surely be devoured." And if the defenders of Gehinnom were picked off one by one, the Taskmaster was certain that the voidborne titans they had glimpsed would come for the Holy City next. The creatures that drifted here were ancient, and they seldom found prey straying intothis far-flung and forbidden system. That meant they were hungry.

No, they were ravenous, having waited eons for such a vast meal as this.

Again Tu'teggacha wished that Gehinnom were a battle station, brimming with weapons that could lend fire support to the fleet. But the Holy City's systems were not focused on warfare, so only the various tribal fleets could defend them now. The Ebruchi sent ping after ping out into the void, his bulbous eyes glued to the monitors as he dissected the incoming information. Whatever he learned about the shifting positions of the anomalies, he immediately transmitted to the Bloodsworn and Athysians... but there was still so much interference. Nothing could be said with any certainty. Well, almost nothing, that is.

He could be certain that they weren't alone out there.

 

[The Messenger]

The Dark Worldcraft of Gehinnom split apart rock debris, cracking small asteroids like an egg upon it’s mighty shields. The red fungal mass that floated within the Red Space and the nebula it contained wrapped around the massive craft and tore. Never had an undertaking this large been attempted in reaching Exegol since the great final Battle of Exegol that decided the fate of the galaxy. Even then, no force on either end tried sailing a Worldcraft through to the other side.

The pings echoed forth, like a ringing sonar it resounded into the empty void with interference all around from the heavy ionic discharges within the Red Honeycomb Zone and buildup of nebulous gas.

It rattled off faster and faster as several pings randomized on their location. A large tentacle reached out from the red mist, snatching away a stray vessel from the pack and destroying another by accidental collision before retreating into the depths.

“By the Three!”

A massive eyeball peered through the red veil before retreating back as the gas sucked in it’s wake. Smokescreen, it was camouflaged in the vast emptiness by the red fungal masses and nebula. Now it was hunting.

 

[Lord Letifer]

LETIFER | NEW SITH ORDER
Throne Room | Sith Citadel

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"I am Letifer. I am.. in a transition period... between masters. I had prepared myself for ascension before the Dark Lord deemed milord to be.. too weak. He was slain before I could take on the mantle of Sith Lord for myself. Here I stand, awaiting a new master or opportunity to ascend via.. other means."

He bowed his head slightly before shifting his gaze back to the Dark Lord upon the Throne of the Sith.

"I was recently dispatched to Empress Teta, I pondered if it had been nearly the success it was deemed to become. The Iron Citadel was dug up and pillaged as promised, the Final Dawn took their shares and began testing on the new 'weapon', it shows progress. I was not aware the Senator was gaining traction.. a pity."

Letifer looked away towards the red Lethan Twi'lek, the Sith Lord Maestus who stood before him in all her glory, radiating power.

His eyes drifted behind his mask quickly honing in on a newcomer, Romund Sro .

"Ah one of the Warlords. We have been expecting their arrival for sometime now. I will greet him."

 

[Maestus]

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Maestus listened as Lord Letifer spoke. While the apprentice went on, Maesatus was weighing him. Studying him. Assessing him. He showed motivation, determination and desire. Yes, she saw desire within him. A dangerous emotion, that could be easily exploited.

Yes, Empress Teta is proving to be a success. Chaos and riots in the streets. Anything and everything burning and exploding. The seeds of discord have been successfully sown.

Her eyes drifted ro Romund Sro as he entered. She'd heard of him briefly, but knew little to nothing of the man. He was a member of the Warlords of the Sith, that much she knew. And as the Maw and Warlords were...tenuous allies, his presence would be allowed. Still, she idly wondered if he had interest in the New Sith Order. He would make a solid addition.

She flipped her gaze back to Lord Letifer .

We should speak again. For now, yes, welcome the newcomer. See if you can learn his motivation for being here.

 

[Astrea]

The Throne​

Darth Solipsis Maestus Lord Letifer + Open

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The chants echoed through the dark halls. They hummed with devotion. With potential. With power.

No other place could feel like Exegol. The sickly, cloying cold of the Dark oozed from every molecule of every stone. It called to her, a constant whisper of promise if she only let it in. Embraced it. Became it.

Astrea was only too happy to oblige.

They had brought her here to witness and learn. They had found her, taken her and shown her what she could be, if only she joined them. The Sith, the Brotherhood, the Final Dawn... all presented opportunities and means to get what she wanted. A common goal. The destruction of those brave invaders. For that, she would give anything and everything. The cries and vows to let the Galaxy burn reached her ears. It sounded like such sweet music.

Carefully, silently, she entered the room. The individuals would be powerful, steeped in the Dark Side beyond what she could ever imagine. Even in her inexperienced, untrained form she could feel it from them. These were dangerous, deadly and devoted. Much like she needed to become. As she approached, Astrea carefully lowered her head and bent forwards in a bow.

"My lords," she addressed them, her soft voice tinged with roughness. She looked between them, from the Twi'lek in the dark robes to the masked assassin. "I apologise for the interruption. I was sent here to see the Throne." Her eyes flicked over to it, the sight of the Dark Lord on his Throne. It was hard to focus. Every fibre of her eyes screeched in twisted agony, just from the assault of the Dark on her senses. But she kept on trying.

 

[Lirka Ka]

This great migration served as a catalyst for Lirka's return from obscurity, Ever since the destruction of Csilla, the monster had returned to her citadel on Rhand to "lick her wounds", so to speak. The searing of flesh, pulverizing of bones, and the tearing of sinew, all that was irrelevant to the mistress's twisted and unholy form. No, she had skulked in the shadows to scheme, to plot, the droids she had loosed upon Csilla had preformed poorly, little of the world was plundered in the name of her Grand Designs and the Dark was left displeased with its chosen Champion.

And at last, she returned, following the footsteps of the Mawites while they set down upon this vile planet, marred by the degeneracy of the Sith: even the Mawites had felt their taint, as they always did. While the concept was enough to make the monstrous mistress of Rhand gag, they were a means to the Grand Design and so, once more, she would have to set aside her biases. More so than ever before, for Exegol's might was the ultimate tool for her plans, even if its great mechanisms did not rest solely in her iron fists it remained a marvelous tool to herald annihilation throughout the stars.

A single freighter moved to the world below, and despite Exegol's vile history: Lirka couldn't help but find the planet cozy, in a wonderfully violent way. It was the sort of world that stunk of death, not unlike Rhand itself, a place where one could almost feel the radiance of the Dark, hidden amongst the squandered ambitions and fallen dreams of a fledgling Empire. Had the surface not been so inhospitable, Lirka would've adored to step on the planet's surface, take in it's air, feel the Dark radiate through her once again. But alas, one did not always get their way. With a thud the freighter landed in one of the docks of the shipyard, the pneumatic hiss of the landing bay unlatching heralded the Mistress of Rhand's arrival, with heavy metal footsteps she arrived on world, each heavy footfall echoing through the metal chambers, but as always, Lirka was a showman. A bit of Sephi artistic flare that would never die, no matter how many times she broke and remade her body. For as she stepped out of her craft, horrors followed in her wake.

The next step of the Grand Design.

To make life that was nothing more than the Dark's will for destruction made manifest in its crudest form. Beings melded with flesh and machine, walking beacons of agony and unnatural life, none looked the same, each one a twisted creature of unlife birthed from Lirka's cruel imagination, they were tall, they were short, skinny, or fat, angular and agonized. Mindlessly the beasts followed in her footsteps, the hulking Sephi as bedecked as ever, her dark plate shining ever so slightly in the dim lights. Stomping her way to the nearest viewport, the monster gazed out upon the Maw's newest gem, it was truly a Holy thing, a blessed instrument of the Dark's true way, even if its creators had not realized such a thing during its glory days. And as she gazed upon these holy machines, Lirka finally allowed herself an ever rare smile.

 

[Fjendar Alcademon]

By the lashing of the colossal tentacle, the Quardent-Class Destroyer is cut in half, with the forecastle descending violently upon the nearby Hunter..!

BOOM

The void blazes by the explosions beyond the shroud. The Athysian armada remains still, while the rest destroyers pick up speed, quickly turning towards the speculated source of the tentacle. Their 4-barrelled beam cannons spit lazer, as they barrage blindly the direction, before they turn sharply, accelerating out of the cluster.

"Two destroyers are lost, Lord Prince!" the operator says in loud voice, reporting the casualties. "Send in Squadron 5..." Irratar Hemstagon intones, with his eyes remaining calm, as he observes from atop the bridge of the Blood Spear. "Lord prince... We will lose more ships. Shouldn't we call for a bombardment?"

Irratar smirks, turning his head calmly to the operator. "The point is to lure the beasts to us... Not kill them... And besides..." he says then, turning back to the view.

"None shall mourn worthless pirates...."

Eight more Destroyers break from the main armada, heading towards the cluster split in two packs. As the previous squadrons pull from the cluster, they now charge, aiming their cannons towards the same general direction before they release a blind barrage and sharply turn to withdraw.... And so, this procedure repeats itself.

The Athysians were no fools. It was clear that they were barely taunting the creature, holding their heavier ships should they needed to take it down. The corsairs were expendable, and the ships they manned easy to replace. Fjendar Alcademon 's warships did not engage, remaining in their blockade right ahead of the Holy City's trail. A daring challenge, it was. Such creatures were the source of horror for many voidfarers. And yet, these Athysians were here to once again challenge their skill and determination. This only bred the qestion... Should they were steadfast battling against such abominations... What could stop them in a mortal fight against fleets, or troops?

A statement Fjendar Alcademon was planning on making sure the Brotherhood would hear...

 

[Caligula]

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Location: Final Order Shipyards, Exegol
Objective: Meet the fallen Sovereign
Tags: Engaging Dyans Keto ~ In vicinity Marlon Sularen Aldo Garrick

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Caligula watched from the viewport of one of the many overseer offices in the shipyard. It was a fine sight but not why he was here, no. He had heard rumours that amongst the savages and scheming Sith was another Tetan, and not just any Tetan but the former monarch of his homeworld. Caligula had not cared much for his homeworld as he was spirited away at the age of 12 but he still remembers it and now it was a hotbed of activity for the Maw he was intrigued.

His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Captain Gower. "I will give you credit where it is due sir. These are more than just savage raiders." Caligula let out a smirk and turned to the Captain. "Great power lays here Captain. By the end of this I sense riches for all of us, but most importantly me." The captain let out a chuckle akin to a cough. While Caligula would never tolerate mockery the Captain proved useful enough to excuse.

"Come Captain. Let us find our reason for being here." he said while turning around and walking through the door. Captain Gower quickly following along, having to lightly jog at times to keep up with the determined Caligula. The monarch he looked for had a name he recognized, the Keto family were known to all Tetans.

He happened on her watching the construction below, now was the chance to meet the fallen sovereign. He stopped just before, straightening his uniform, aligning his High Colonel rank plaque before striding forward.
The thought of being amongst reality was an exciting prospect. Anything to elevate himself above the peasantry. "Your majesty" he said dipping his head slightly in a bow.

 

[Dyans Keto]

Tags: Marlon Sularen | Aldo Garrick | Lirka Ka
Special Tag: Caligula​

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Dyans had been lost in her thoughts at first unaware of those approaching her, as her Gaze held on the factory below. Then those words were spoken words she had not heard in a very long time, “Your Majesty.” Her head turned her emerald eyes catching the mans well kept uniform and insignia that gave him rank and status as a High Colonel. Her eyes lifted to meet his gaze, he stood nearly a foot taller than her. Her stare was cold and a bit distant, but a slight smile slowly formed across her face and instantly made her look many years younger than she actually was.


Compared to those in Uniform all around the factory she stood out being in a black dress with a hood draped over her head. Dyans slowly slid the hood down to her shoulders revealing her short cropped blonde hair. During her reign so long ago, her hair had been dark and stretched below her shoulder blades but not so much these days.


“Very kind of you Colonel but I haven’t held such a formal title in a very long time, you may call me Dyans.” As a show of respect Dyans herself bowed her head. Despite her dark nature and even after her fall from grace she choose to present herself in a humble manner. People may have described her as a ruthless dictator towards the end of her reign, but no one could deny she was polite about it. “I was invited her by and old Friend.” She used that word very lightly and loosely as the one who had invited her here was not someone, she truly trusted. “But I found the coronation and christening in the temple rather dull so found my way down here.”


Explaining her presents as if she had to, then again, she wasn’t sith or even Maw just an ally to one of its members at the moment. “Tell me Colonel of this Sith Order and it’s Goals?” She asked in genuine curiosity. She could smell in the blood that pumped through the mans veins that he was Tetan if wasn’t given away by him calling her Majesty so that gained him a small level of trust with her right out the gate.

 

[Caligula]

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Location: Final Order Shipyards, Exegol
Objective: Meet the fallen Sovereign
Tags: Engaging Dyans Keto ~ In vicinity Marlon Sularen Aldo Garrick

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Caligula stood and listened as the former Empress spoke. He grinned as he mentioned his rank, Colonel. The rank plaque was not one he earned but felt he had deserved. Working all those headquarter postings in the Sith Empire, in Caligula's eyes he was practically a general, although Captain Gower seemed to like to debate him on this. As she spoke he listened carefully. It didn't sound as if she was a fanatical Sith supporter unlike others he had met. The former Empress was interesting in that way, he could sense the darkness in her still ever present yet it was different from his own.

Once she finished speaking Caligula first took into consideration of her words. She seemed to be a cautious onlooker, dipping her feet into the Maw to see them for who they are. His brown eyes locked with hers and spoke. "Well your majesty. While I may be new to the Maw from what I've seen and heard this Sith order is different to ones that I know of." he said. "While the Sith of old seemed to solely focus on churning out more cogs for their war machine these Sith seem to want to purify the order and their allies or worshippers in the Final Dawn seem to agree. Purity remains their end goal. A clean slate for which the rulers of the new dark side may remake the galaxy." he continued.

Caligula smiled as he talked. He revealed as much as he knew and while he had the knowledge the plot would thicken he made sure not to reveal to much when sharing information with non Sith. Power in its purest form was his goal after all and he didn't want any interference. "They have vision and ambition" he continued. "Something I've found recent Sith have lacked. They have grown soft in that rotting empire."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: The Throne
Nearby: Darth Solipsis Maestus

Kyrel strode the dark halls, saber at the ready. The dark side permiating everywhere. Something of which made his nerves shot. Looking around as he felt intense darkness. One that had felt all too familiar. As if he himself was being greeted by an old friend. When a voice spoke, seeing a man as he continued to walk. There was an instinct to strike at the being. But then the being disappeared and the dark warrior was placed on a platform. Standing as it descended. All around still surrounded by the statues and ghosts of the ancient Sith.


He wondered if it would all lead to this moment. The one that had been spoken for so long. With his saber lowered the platform stopped and he was left to follow the source of the darkness. The same darkness that had haunted his very mind, all too similar to how he himself was molded by his Sith creators.

Stepping forth once more in a stride, lightning continued to flash here and there. Giving off an eerie sound. Slipping through the various cracks of the maze like structure of the Citadel. Which had seemed just as big on the inside as it was on the outside. Beyond the figure, the voice that spoke. He couldn’t respond. Instead only driven to discover the truth of what lie beyond it all. His saber gripped tightly as he kept walking towards the source.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

EXEGOL , UNKNOWN REGIONS
Within the Underground Shipyards...

As Sularen reached the Observation Platform he soon came face to face with a familiar figure , Admiral Garrick. The O'reenian Admiral had proven to be a valuable ally to the Exiled Lord-Imperator and perhaps one of the few individuals he actually trusted given his devotion to the Final Dawn which aligned perfectly with Sularen's Agenda.

"Ah , Admiral Garrick. I see you are enjoying the spectacle. As you can see already we have begun the process of restoring and upgrading the Shipyards. Were soon going to put the Shipyards into Overdrive so that we can revitalize the Final Dawn's Armada. Within weeks we will have replenished our strength and ready to launch the long-awaited Conquest of the Core."

"Speaking of which , there is one additional thing i wish to discuss about regarding a new threat that might compromise our efforts in the Core Worlds which have already made attempts to dismantle my network in the Core Worlds in the months leading up to the Illegal Occupation of Byss and my Forced exile from the Core."

Tags | Aldo Garrick ​

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Objective: Get a new ride
Weapons: Sword | Axe
Tags: The Messenger | Fjendar Alcademon | Tu'teggacha​

The monsters of this realm had revealed themselves partially, in the form of an eye and a tentacle. That meant they were ready to be preyed on, while thinking the Brotherhood easy pickings. Remaining at the prow of his ship, even as it maneuvered higher, Zachariel watched as their allies engaged one of the monsters. Chuckling darkly at their folly as ships were lost, Zachariel directed his own ships to remain high and prepare to engage. He still wanted to see just what exactly they were dealing with, and if their allies could deal with the one while his Bloodsworn took on the other.

That of course left room for the remaining three signatures, but those could be anything, and there were still ships that wouldn't be joining either conflict. Everything was well in hand and would remain so for some time. Even the posturing of the Athysians was accounted for, posturing in general was, as many in the Brotherhood were known for such acts, however small they were. Zachariel himself was guilty of it, but each warlord had to posture to showcase their strength. Some less so than others, but it was still there.

However, the matter of posture and the message were often different, though Zachariel hardly cared currently. His mind was on the hunt, quietly giving out orders to his ships. They complied with all due haste, rising and lowering at his command, moving about as he ordered. An outside view would clearly see them spreading out like a net, waiting for a point to converge on and surround. That point was centered on Zachariel's ship, more specifically on Zachariel himself.

With a mad grin on his face, Zachariel gave another order and the bridge crew complied. His ship advanced slowly towards the giant eye. Zachariel's own never left the monster, even as his senses reached out to it. They prodded the beast, teasing and testing it. At the same time, he broadcast the fact that he was a threat to not be messed with, to bow before. How effective it would be remained to be seen, and how much he would have to demonstrate to it would be known soon. Whatever this creature was, it would bow to him soon enough, and then he would bring it forth against the galaxy.

"Yes dear beasty, you will let me burn the galaxy..."

 

[Tu'teggacha]

Location: Gehinnom, Traversing Red Honeycomb Zone
Tags: Fjendar Alcademon | Zachariel Steelblood

The Taskmaster felt the terror - and brief flicker of agony - of the Athysians as several of their ships were smashed apart. It was delicious... but also concerning. When he had seen the massive eye, briefly poking out of the strange crimson fungal blooms like a child playing peekaboo, he had known that they were encountering something beyond easy categorization - or even comprehension. This was a being that could smash two destroyers with a single swipe of a tentacle, a limb more powerful than a minor planet's defense fleet. The full body, hidden somewhere in the nebula cloud, must be of truly unimaginable size.

And now, the Athysians were doing their utmost to provoke it.

Of course, their approach - trying to draw out the beast with quick, jabbing attacks and retreats - was not the only one. Tu'teggacha could feel the warlord Zachariel Steelblood reaching out through the Force, trying to wrap the iron fist of the Dark Side around the creature's mind. Perhaps the two approaches would work well together, with the Athysians distracting the monster's attention while Steelblood dominated its scattered thoughts... or perhaps they would work against each other, with Steelblood trying to lull it to sleepy obedience while the Athysians kept prodding it awake. There was no way to be certain.

For his part, Tu'teggacha decided that the best approach was to lend his own strength to Steelblood. Dominating minds was his purpose, and tormenting them until they were susceptible to domination was his greatest gift. And so he reached out with the full strength of his connection to the Dark Side, letting his senses drift away from the sensor control room and across the void. He joined Steelblood's first forays in pressing against the creature's thoughts, reaching out gently at first, without trying to pierce the strange being's will. He expected strength, but more than that, he expected an otherness, an alien distance.

That strangeness would make it far more difficult to dominate than an ordinary mortal.

 

[Darth Vindictus]

The Throne​

Darth Vindictus approached the Throne of the newly proclaimed Dark Lord of the Sith, Voice of the Maw and Prophet of Darkness and...other things. In that moment he could hardly remember the vast array of titles heaped upon the leader of the New Sith Order, and, to be frank, he hardly cared to remember them. Striding through the halls of Exegol, his armored boots echoing and resonating with the chants of the faceless choirs all around, the Sith Lord could hardly imagine why so many titles truly mattered. The proof of Darth Solipsis' power was evident enough without a list of titles, and the sheer dominating presence felt the moment one entered his presence, only enhanced by the Throne and the Dark Side of the Force that dominated this world, was enough to let all know who reigned.

Vindictus approached the Throne slowly, the black robes he wore, lined with crimson Sith runes glowing with unnatural flames, trailing behind him. His eyes took in the others present, his gaze felt even though the mask he wore at all times revealed nothing. Those present were a wide array of beings, all as varied as the greater Brotherhood of the Maw itself. Dark Jedi, followers of the ways of Ren, and Sith. They all had many names themselves, titles and legacies that dated back decades or centuries. It mattered little, for they were united in one way, no matter how varied their backgrounds and histories.

They followed the Dark Side.

Vindictus inclined his head shallowly to Darth Solipsis on the Throne, the only acknowledgment the Sith Lord gave. "My Lord." The simple greeting given, Vindictus turned away and walked to the side of the growing gathering, folding his gloved hands behind his back. No visible skin was visible across his frame, everything covered by the black and red cloth that he wore. He was careful not to fully turn his back on the Dark Lord of the Sith, only standing at an angle to him. Vindictus would not show that level of disrespect to him, not now. The time would come for change, as it always did, but for now Vindictus would not draw ire down upon him.

His death now would not serve his ambitions very well.

 

[Hayden Stahl]

For generations

The hologram glitched, and sputtered the pre-recorded speech. He spoke at great lengths of the accomplishments of the fallen Empire's before them, not once mentioning any atrocity or controversy, twisting and warping the minds of the endless horde of slaves toiling at within the labyrinthine facility. Slaves which sought to even look up towards the observation deck, where the High Regent's image could be found, were brutally repressed back into position.

At the forefront of this, stood a man mired in his controversy and accused of committing his own atrocities. There were a great many things the demagogues could accuse him of, yet Hayden Stahl would still emerge victorious. His eyes remained locked on the viewscreen before him, even as the image of Tirall was replaced by the visage of a young General whose political speeches were far more dangerous than his tactics.

The society they built here took years of reeducation, mass killing, and even more uncivil means of public persuasion. Within months, dark tendrils had been unleashed in the galaxy, with subversion of worlds, religions, and criminal organizations making unprecedented progress. He would have known however, as much of the slaver operations in the Inner and Mid Rim had been carefully organized by him, and likewise thwarted by him.

For the Empire. Always

A thin, ghastly smile formed at the corners of his lips, brightening his otherwise bland, and pale expression. The illumination of the room was barely reflected by his glossy Great Coat, beneath it he wore a uniform identical to that of a General. With perfect precision, the General made his way to the specific platform where Aldo Garrick and Marlon Sularen were located.

He saluted Sularen, and offered Garrick an affirmative nod. "It's only a matter of time...before Byss is once again a thriving world of the Empire, along with the entirety of the galaxy"

 

[Darth Solipsis]

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | VOICE OF THE MAW
Sith Citadel Throne Room, Sith Citadel, Exegol

//Power//



“Tsis izizi! Luwik luvûts tsis!”

“Tsis izizi! Luwik luvûts tsis!”​

His thunderous voice roared over the stadium, chanters reveling in the grand achievement in the background of his words.

“The Great Lie has been shattered. Our enemies lay bare, our great weapon near completion! The galaxy will be ours! Let your anger fuel you and take your rage upon the Iron Sun. Lay waste the decadent Core.”

His hands spread further away as they remained outstretched to the heavens,

“Kill them all. In the throes of death the galaxy will be reborn… and the Jedi will be dead!”

“Kuyiw dzidai!”

“Kuyiw dzidai!”

“Kuyiw dzidai!”
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The Dark Lord smiled as the faithful roared, his sickening grin only matched by the consumptive void that fed on everything around them, the anger, the hate, the darkness itself.

Yellow orbs immediately fell onto his followers nearby, gathered members of the New Sith Order and the Final Dawn. Romund Sro of the Warlords, Maestus , Lord Letifer , Astrea , Derix Tirall , Darth Vindictus, and more.

He rose from the Throne of the Sith, from his seat of power.

“Let this day be the first stone thrown, war is coming. Let us make sure we are ready.”

 

[Aldo Garrick]

R E B I R T H

Operation: FINAL DAWN
Tags: Marlon Sularen | Hayden Stahl​

The Neo-Imperial gave a firm nod, his eyes revealing everything that could be said about his thoughts as the admiration of the great work being performed on the holy world of Exegol made itself apparent with a glimmer of better yet sparkle to his eye.

“Marvelous work Grand Overseer, with the shipyards soon to be restored our fleet resources will triple if not quadruple in abundance. We will need to harvest more of the galaxy’s young, upgrade our indoctrination programs, maybe even begin cloning procedures beyond the.. distasteful use the engineers within Gehinnom use them for.. the Moon Children.”

He did not hide his dislike for the crude methods of the Brotherhood yet for all their inefficiencies.. where they deployed they conquered. The Dark Lord favored them and valued their monstrosities, therefore nothing could be done.. yet.

“Shall I mark an assassination order? Do tell sir who would be responsible for such actions?”

The Sith Cultist turned, his eyes falling upon the arrival of Hayden Stahl. Another member of the Final Dawn who had seen the truth within the Church of the Dark Side. He welcomed his brother to the conversation with a courteous nod,

“Well met brother.”