Faction &nbsp; Keepers of the Sith Code [Qotsisajakaar | Sith]

Darth Vinaze Darth Immortuos

Taresa Kae · Mar 2, 2020

A former One Sith Assassin was well cloaked in both techniques of force concealment and stealthfield for full effect. Perhaps not well enough for a Lord not to suspect she was walking toward her, specifically from the side but also perhaps not knowing exactly where she was either. Why had an acolyte came in place of Centax to this great calling in the force, a rising of the Sith Code as they had long fought for? It was both too good an opportunity and too dangerous a possibility to ignore.

Centax always suspected a trap. He had not lived this long in the shadows without great paranoia. The difference was he’d spring any trap, if it came to pass, for living the code demanded as much. Long had he tried to change the course of events to bring this day, and these words into the open once more. Judgement decloaked to the Sith Lords right, well sure of her surroundings as a very old assassin might be, armor, grenades and weapons on her body. The One Sith assassin had forever served the Long Conflict, an endless service to see the Code restored no matter the cost, her lifespan allowed her that luxury and had been why she was chosen.

Several force ghosts were here with them and could be felt. Dead sith, some powerful, some weaker, but all watching and wondering if this day was the moment. There was only silence from the assassin, thick silence that others might have trouble penetrating around, that came with a gravity of heritage, history, and impulse.

Judgement…

Upon her helmet, the image of the assassin seemed to shift, never the same face twice facing Darth Voyance, as if she represented all the dead that had come here to watch. She did not kneel, Sith do not kneel. Instead Judgement bowed, eyes watching the Sith lord every step of that bow, momentary respect for what was being attempted or the gaul of an outright trap.

Turning her wrist slowly, and outstretching her hand before Darth Voyance. Her Masters red image flickered before her in Holographic form. “Far too long.” Was he too cowardly to arrive himself? If you thought that, your senses were not acute enough to the surroundings. A gravity seemed to press on the air, somewhere… nearby and closing. Almost like a pressure or a deepening intensity, but first the area was being cleansed of any would-be assassins too weak to join those forming ahead. The meeting would be a true one, whatever the outcome for their sake and his.

Ziost where the code had begun for the one coming, and might again be worthy of his time.

Darth Voyance

Darth Vinaze · Mar 2, 2020

"...Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha..." he recited his favorite line of the Sith mantra as the knights entered the Great Citadel. His Ur-Kittat, spoken at least, was horrible. He could dechiper the language on paper, which would hopeful help in the days to come. Through strength I gain power. It was his favorite passage of the mantra. The Sith had forgotten about power. Power in this day and age was about temporary supremacy, not true superiority. The Sith constantly clambered over one another in an endless game of deceit, murder, and lies. He had fallen down that path before, but these days he instead found wisdom in the old masters.

Ziost was his favorite of the Sith planets. It was cold and prone to darkness much like Umbara. Ziost was also a testament to the very old masters he worshiped. A testament to when Sith Lord really meant Lord, not someone who licked the heels of the Empire's bureaucracy for long enough.

He kept a brisk pace with the group of knights and acolytes as they marched towards the Great Citadel of Ziost. A wonder of the galaxy, it dwarfed every building around it. He felt truly small, like a grain of sand in the cosmic ocean of the force when he was in the citadel's presence.

Taresa Kae

Felix Astermo · Mar 5, 2020

A return to the traditions of the past. A strange prospect, for someone who had oh so recently awoke in this new world of theirs - the past of which they spoke had once been his present - and his future. Would he have been remembered, or faded into the mists of history like so many others, had their carbonite slumber not malfunctioned? It was impossible to know.

He would leave his mark on this new world, however. Perhaps by reconnecting with his own past, he could better understand the present.

"Dzi tsiu Nu ana, zo warsia âti warsia." Here I walk, a remnant among remnants. Chuckling softly to himself, the Pureblood made his way through the rubble, towards the presence in the distance. He was no philosopher, not truly, but he could appreciate the Code.

... and he could appreciate the Power it brought.

Octavius Bellator Atlas Kane

Darth Vinaze

Darth Voyance · Mar 8, 2020

Voyance watched the Sith Assassin creep to her from the dark shade of the ruins. When she presented a miniature holoprojector and activated it to reveal a red ghostly figure replying to her words (

Darth Centax ), Voyance cocked a tattooed brow. Voyance flicked her golden eyes from the hologram to the assassin and then back down again.

She did not recognize the figure as any one she knew from the Empire. Another free Sith Lord like the ones she had met during her sojourn away from Imperial Sith space? Perhaps another Sith Lord sent by the Dark Elder? She did not know. But, they way he had completed her protests about the Sith Code peeked her interest.

“Indeed,” Voyance replied.

“Then you too know of the Sith Code’s supremacy? That Peace is a lie and the Sith at peace is tantamount to death?” Voyance continued her intellectual prodding.

“Those who understand this are welcome.”

She looked past the hologram and out to the few who had approached her. A pale skinned Sith Knight (

Darth Vinaze ), Umbaran perhaps? Yet there was something more to him. He recited a portion of the code in the language of the Sith, ur-Kittat. She made eye contact with the stranger and gave a respected nod. Then she cast her gaze on the other, and the visage she saw made her eyes widen. A pure blood Sith? Here? Impossible. Was this some sort of Sith Alchemical witchcraft? Maybe the presence of the Sith’s progenitor species was a blessing sent by the Darkside, to symbolize the darkness’ favor upon her ideological reformation.

Voyance gestured to the pure blood sith (

Felix Astermo ) with her hand, calling to him.

“Those of the progenitors are most welcome in the sacred home that was once theirs. I am Darth Voyance, a humble occupant of your ancestor’s dark civilization,” she said.

Voyance stretched out both her arms.

“We few, here, shall become the bulwark that ensures the survival of the Sith Code,” she continued.

“We shall become its dark keepers, the defenders of its faith born from code.”

“We will become the Qotsisajakaar, the Keepers of the Sith Code.”

Voyance lowered her hands, with a back and forth bob of her hands beckoned them to follow her deep into the ruined hall to take a seat on the rubble. She did not want to desecrate the site with the trappings of Imperial bureaucracy, this was a holy place and she would have them gather as the ancients did with the stone they built.

Voyance wandered towards a ruined stone throne, one of several that faced one another. The tall back of the throne was shattered into pieces that had fallen and ripped off the arm rests. Regardless Voyance whipped the long sleeves of her rubs to batter the snow away and take her seat. All around the ruined thrones droid attendants set up black steel electrolamps that emitted warming heat and red vibrant light.

“Come, let us conduct our wicked business as our progenitors once did,” said Darth Voyance.

Darth Centax

Darth Vinaze Darth Immortuos

Darth Centax · Mar 9, 2020

Centax had come from that loyal boy who had been part of the One Sith armies, to rise to command them. In his journey through the darkside, he had proclaimed himself a sith lord in the absence of anyone he considered worthy of teaching him, but he was not yet there. The loss of much of his hands, and the loss of so much at Coruscant, the fall of the One Sith ideal had taken him far into the darkside, the power of certainty, purpose and history in every step.

Then you too know of the Sith Code’s supremacy? That Peace is a lie and the Sith at peace is tantamount to death? “All my life.” Stated the voice approaching, the hologram made real. Looking to the three others that had chosen to reach for greater than what was.

His assassin judgment stepped back as Centax walked forward into this ruin of legacy, right into the center of the room. Fully in his Khan-OSK armor, covered by black runic Rakattan-like inscriptions just like his master had searched for, but they were their own language yet to be completely comprehended. How many assassins or would-be spies he had executed to keep this meeting in secret, would never be known if any at all, but for now he was as sure as he could be they would remain undisturbed by the unworthy. For the observant in the force, there was good reason for that at a distance. Though others by his hand would not disturb whatever happened here between Sith, the former one sith general was not completely alone, he was not so foolish to blindly trust others did not need crutches.

Judgment’s stealth field engaged again, and she concealed herself in the force to wait and watch as she often did. “Ruins of what could be.” Centax remarked. On his person there were many tools and weapons that he survived with, but not because of. It was only ever the code, and through enacting it or living it that he had endured.

“What is it you propose?” Tensing his crushgaunts that could never leave his hands, and feeling the possible significance of the moment. Centax had walked back into the Empire’s den. This was the moment in his mind where fate would be decided. A powerful golden-hued force ghost beside them regarded the ruins with some vexation, but Centax’s resolve was as absolute as it could ever be. Break something down far enough, you found what was at the core of it. It was the same with the ruins, that the few of them stood within.

Standing facing Darth Voyance. Stripped of all titles. Most of the navy or legions that he once fought beside and commanded for a time in the decline, all that remained was the will to see this done.

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Felix Astermo |

Darth Voyance

Darth Vinaze · Mar 9, 2020

Derleth looked on in awe of the citadel's great halls as he finally approached the Darth in front of him. What shook him the most was the Sith Pureblood,

Felix Astermo , that had entered along with him. He was almost too afraid to speak to the man, lest he embarrass himself in front of a true Sith. Derleth's mind was filled with a child-like sense of excitement that he had not felt for a very long time, perhaps since the day he left Umbara.

Darth Voyance welcomed them. 'Did he understand the Sith Code?' Derleth pondered in the moment. He believed it with conviction that the Sith code had driven him to accomplish everything he had, but were his chains broken? No, he supposed not, but he hoped that through joining the Keepers of the Sith Code he could finally realize the code as it was meant to be realized.

"Where will we begin... my lord?" He hesitated to call her master, so he went with a standard Sith honorific. In truth he was unsure what to call her. He had no master. He had killed his master. He could have taken the title of Darth afterwards had he wished to be equal to this woman or any other Sith Lord. Alas, titles meant nothing to him, and he could feel in the force that he was far below an equal to Voyance. For now, Voyance would be his teacher and he liked it that way. He had much to learn still...

Atlas Kane · Mar 9, 2020

The path to the great Sith Citadel had been cold, but far more manageable than the last time he’d been on Ziost. Without a supernatural dark side storm filled with flesh-consuming hungered creatures, it was almost peaceful. Almost. There was still the distinct power of the Dark Side coursing through the planet, invigorating all those who had come to accept it into their being. With a presence of the Dark this powerful, nothing could truly be peaceful. Whether it be the suggestions of movement caused by tricks of the mind due to the heightened paranoia or the unbearable nightmares, the Dark Side’s power came at a toll which forever banished the ability to find tranquillity. This was something Atlas had come to accept, embrace even.

He could hear the voices of various other acolytes and knights as he shuffled into the great halls of the Citadel, where the invitation had led him. He wasn't entirely sure if they were hallucinations, echoes, or both. It wasn’t difficult to navigate the remains of the great palace, however, the presence of a Darkness more vibrant and powerful than anything else for several miles created a very clearly marked beacon that drew the learners like dark moths to a proverbial evil flame, if such a thing even existed, Atlas wasn’t entirely sure.

He eventually arrived in the ancient meeting chambers, datapad out and already quite attentively noting his observations on Sith architecture. With a quick tap which deactivated the luminous display and slid it back into one of the bags he carried with him it was out of sight. He kept behind the other two late arrivals, having entered as the very last in their current configuration. A brief flash of indecision went through him as he gazed upon the two Sith near the array of thrones, a blue (quite rare colour within the Sith ranks he noted) Twi’lek, and an armoured individual who seemed humanoid enough.

He could feel the power of the former coursing through these halls, overshadowing both himself and whoever it was who stood before her. The indecision factored into this after he had let his gaze wander over the thrones of ancient black stone and their corresponding droid servants. Despite having ascended past the lowly rank of acolyte, he’d never attained any greater position within the Sith Empire itself. A circumstance he owed in large part to his preference to study the far-out and remote temples and sites of the ancient Sith over the more modern, likely censored, academies. The honour to sit amongst those with true power, the ones who tread the footsteps of those he revered, came to him as a touch improper. Though at the same time it sparked a fire of ambition.

Felix Astermo · Mar 10, 2020

An interesting gathering; how much the Sith had changed, since his youth. Nodding respectfully to the Twi'lek, he offered a greeting of his own, his in his people's tongue - he knew basic, but it was still somewhat shaky. "Greetings, Dark One, may your enemies choke on their own blood."

Listening to her short speech, he followed, observing his compatriots even as he considered the meaning of her words. A return to the ways of old? Certainly familiar, for he had been raised in a melding of the old ways of the Kissai and the teachings of the Exiles. Much had changed since then - the Order had fallen and risen again more than once. Had something been lost, or were they stronger for it?

Only time would tell. He was no politician, but he would still leave his mark - at the moment, he would have to be content with the respected owed his kind, but personal victories would soon take its place. As was the way of the Sith.

For now, he leaned against a time-worn pillar - probably younger than him. How odd that his slumber would bring him back here.

Octavius Bellator Atlas Kane

Darth Centax | Atlas Kane

Darth Voyance · Mar 11, 2020

“What is it you propose?” said, @Darth Centax, Tensing his crushgaunts that could never leave his hands, and feeling the possible significance of the moment.

Darth Voyance narrowed her sights on the Sith Lord who had emerged to replaced the red hologram that was his introduction. Voyance could sense the overpowering fumes of his dark rage. And old and furious soul, she thought. But, one with reverence for the Sith and its foundations. She nodded, yes a powerful ally he would make, if had such things.

"Reformation," said Voyance, continuing, "Reformation, revolution and then resurrection."

Her golden gaze then drifted from the Sith Lord and passed over the others. Each had heard the call and arrive, no doubt each had their own reasons and hidden machinations - and she would find then out later. But, for now she needed to persuade and assuage - persuade them to join her and assuage the suspicions that all Sith harbered for each other. Such was the adversarial nature of the Sith, never to be in peace, never to accept status quo. Brood, scheme, and crave. That is what the Sith Code demanded, and that's what was wrong with the Empire. Peace is a lie, even Imperial Doctrine enforced Peace.

"The Sith must be reformed, and to do so we here will be the Keepers of a new Order. One splintered from the Imperial cult fostered in the Empire," said Voyance.

She stretched out her hand and summoned the Force to her fingertips. From them a small breeze, made animate by her telekinetic manipulation of the air, descended onto the floor and blew away a portion of the snow. The retreating miniature blizzard splattered its disparate particles of snowflakes away and revealed beneath a carved symbol. The symbol was carved into the dark stone and in the grooves the rotten remains of red pigment meant to fill in the spaces. Ancient ur-Kittat scripture was embossed on the various spiked prongs that emanated from the center.

The script read 'Qotsisajak'. Translated literally it read the Sith Doctrine. The Sith Code. Voyance would augment this ancient word with the suffix 'kaar' meaning Keepers. That is who they would become - the name and reason for this new splinter order. The Qotsisajakaar. The Keepers of the Sith Doctrine - Keepers of the Sith Code.

Voyance pointed to the symbol, "This shall be our order. Those who keep the Qotsisajak. The Qotsisajakaar."

"In order for our new Order to expand its influence we must first agree the we gathered here shall become the Dark Sages of its doctrine. Swear in dark allegiance to the Code."

Voyance plucked at the finger of one of her gloved hands. Finger by finger she made the glove loose until she removed it. From the waist bodice around her black robes she unsheathed a blade and slit her palm. She tensed her hands and forced blood to swell and drip from the wound. The Force followed and pooled the bleeding droplets into a small ball. Turning her palm outwards she shot the blood ball into the symbol smashing it into the grooves to rejuvenate the rusted red pigment with her body's own. Then she used the force to pass the dagger on to Darth Centax.

"That is what I propose," she challenged.

Darth Centax

Darth Vinaze Darth Immortuos

Darth Centax · Mar 12, 2020

Ritual beginning with elements and ice. Centax knew of alchemy, furthering his Master's work in the craft albeit in imperfect creations through his acolytes, which had led to the midnight guard, his own alchemical horrors and eventually a minor if interesting galactic plague. Blood alchemy or a possible poison on the blade wasn’t what he had expected. It was a clever precaution for the Sith Lord ahead and stung deep metaphorically to grind inside of him, as he could not draw blood from his own crushgaunts or hands.

Reformation, revolution and then resurrection.
"The cycle of life."

Nothing transpired for a moment, the gravity of his attention weighing heavier on the air. Perhaps understanding more than some of the others what was asked or risked. Taking and studying the offered blade for any hint of poison, that went on for some time, until he was as clear as possible that the threat was not immediate. If so….

The Darth’s helmet was removed with a slight click of air, to show yellow eyes and a dark red face looking back, the force corruption on the half-Zeltron evident. Staring at the Sith Lord as if weighing the potential for Sith alchemy on himself and his own blood a battle worth fighting in the future. Eyes almost holding a crushing pressure on the gaze. If she looked too long,

Darth Voyance may get a clear impression that...

Of course it was, one more test or challenge to break, embody and overcome.
"For the Long Conflict."

The knife was steadily raised up in the force as if understanding some of the risks beforehand, and cut below the right cheek. Looking directly into the edge as he wounded himself. Centax let the wound gather a steady stream of liquid on the blade, and then held it in the air to drip into the symbol. Their dagger then remained in the force out in front of him, for the next of them to take. No resistance to doing so, but Centax didn’t offer the others anything they couldn't or didn't have the courage to take.

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Felix Astermo |

Darth Voyance | Atlas Kane

Darth Vinaze · Mar 12, 2020

The dagger hung in the cold air in front of them. If any of them wanted to speak their mind about

Darth Voyance 's vision, now was the time. For Derleth, it was not. He hadn't originally known what he was being called to Ziost for, but had he known it was this he would have been here faster.

He snatched the dagger from the air, put the blade to his palm, and began pledging himself to the new vision.

"Reformation," he said. There was a stagnation in the empire caused by the house of Zambrano and their philosophy of "loyalty". Had Naga Sadow been loyal to Ludo Kressh? Had any of the masters and apprentices during the Rule of Two been loyal to one another? Certain not. So why did the monarchy of the Sith wish for loyalty while leading an order founded on deception and challenge?

"Revolution," he continued. The Sith Order was founded on strife, struggle, and conflict. It was the nature of the Sith to challenge authority and to take power into their own hands by merit. A revolution would exemplify that.

Finally, "Resurrection." The Sith would always exist. In Derleth's own life time the Sith had fallen and risen again, and if he understood Voyance's creed, it would happen again in the name of her new order.

"For the Sith. For our true nature. And for you my lord." He said to Voyance as a snake-like stream of his blood slithered through the air towards the symbol...

Darth Centax |

Felix Astermo | Atlas Kane |

Octavius Bellator | Darth Immortuos

Emperor Immortuos · Mar 13, 2020

This was something of a surprise. Even to the hidden agendas that Nulgath had this new idea was very interesting. For years the Sith Lord had been searching for another group that saw as he saw, that thought and he thought but could this mere grouping of sith compare to those that helped him destroy the One Sith in the past? No.

But there was potential. Ambitions and secrets. The phantasm of deceit that conjured in his lush mind was almost overwhelming. With that were ready to be sith? The Sith Lords expressions were completely masked. In fact his entire being could not be seen. He rode on the currents of the shadows itself listening and watching. Recoiled into himself his very presence was minor, compressed down to the size of a seed or nut. The visible spectrum of light bent to his will but as the meeting continued the light began to warp slowly revealing the decaying visage of Darth Immortuos. The face of a rotting corpse. Horrific in every detail. From the crisp decay of that had soften a maw of sharp wild teeth, to the pits of darkness that lay across each sunken detail. The Darkside had ravaged this man to the core and yet, surprisingly, here he stood. Robed in tattered black and brown robes and only hinting to stare at the dagger that floated before them. Red orbs that were perhaps eyes beamed blankly without any hint of life or humanity.

The words of what could only be assumed to be the spearhead of all this swirled about his mind carefully. Liar. The very definition of trust, dedication or loyalty alluded him.

" What are you doing?" A shaky breath hissed. " How quickly we fall into the snares that others lay out for us. You speak of allegiances, pacts and blood oaths. Trust, dedication and strains of loyalty, but to whom is the question? The darkside is deceit in its truest form. From blood comes life and you fools have so eagerly given it away. " A sadistic smile flashed wide across the Sith Lords face. Finally his eyes shifted to the Twi'lek. A spiteful glance and yet one of respect. His next set of words were not audible for all to hear. Instead it was solely meant for the Twi'lek

Darth Voyance , if she gave it ear.

~" You are shiftier than me and I dont even trust myself."~ A simple remark made to the psyche on one only and yet simultaneously Immortuos uttered his question aloud for all to hear. " Reformation, Revolution and Resurrection is vague. Mere words that encompass the concept of an idea. Blind loyalty is what led to the corruption of the Sith to begin with. Do you even have an idea what your trying to do?"

Darth Vinaze

Darth Centax
Atlas Kane

Taresa Kae

Felix Astermo · Mar 13, 2020

A blood oath? Not his first - and he had long since learned to avoid committing too specifically.

As the undead Sith made his entrance, Sarrius did not even flinch - he was familiar enough, with the unliving, though the art of restoring true sentience to the dead was still far beyond his capabilities.

Smiling softly, Sarrius nodded respectfully to the newcomer, for to defy death itself was proof of great power in the Dark. "With all due respect, zûtahori wo, though there can never be blind obedience amongst the true Sith..."

Calmly pulling his ritual dagger from its sheath, he cut his hand as the others had before him. "... the Code is not about mere loyalty - it is about the strivings of individuals, always individuals, and to that I can pledge my allegiance."

Darth Centax | Atlas Kane | Darth Immortuos

Darth Vinaze · Mar 13, 2020

The other Sith made good points. Blood oaths may be blind loyalty, but Derleth did not care. What the other Sith failed to understand is it didn't matter what form a pledge was made in, be it blood or words, they could still be broken. What mattered to him is that this group of people were not beholden to some imperial caste system where the power of the Sith was essentially stripped from all but one. Derleth had no intention of giving his power to

Darth Voyance , but he would still follow her vision for a greater Sith Order.

He was surprised to find

Felix Astermo as a dissenting voice, and he remained silent as Darth Immortuos argued. Sarrius agreed begrudgingly to the blood pact, so it seemed, which Derleth respected. When the true time for infighting came it would come the way it always had with Sith: without all the commotion, silent.

Darth Centax |

Taresa Kae | Atlas Kane

Kyrinov · Mar 14, 2020

Location: Ziost
Objective: Attend the Meeting
Gear: Exarch Ensemble | Twisted Fate
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Felix Astermo | @Darth Cenax |

Darth Vinaze | Darth Immortuos | Atlas Kane

Actions were always catalysts of change. Whether that action presents itself as silence, an uttered word in support or opposition of a cause, or as the result of faith, it was an agent of change. Actions were the very constructs on which their Galaxy was built, change is the tie that binds every event, intentional or happenstance, into the grand scheme of whatever force ruled above the masses. Many did not accept change, many more feared it for the simple fact that what lie beyond the shift was unknown to them.

The unknown was ever a tempting and unfathomable concept for any being to grasp. The mind that was closed often shut out the possibility of uncertainty that the unknown brought about. It was only those with the capacity for a higher understanding of the natural order of the Galaxy, of life, would be open to the possibility of change.

For the Epicanthix, this gathering on the old capital of the Sith was unknown. It was Faith that bid him come to this place. It was Faith that drew him forward into the shadows of the chamber as steel eyes carefully examined those gathered with both a piqued interest and suspicion. Many were Knights and Acolytes, though he noted a few members which seemed to hold a different air about them. They stood with confidence, conviction, and a cloud of superiority about them. He silently took note of everyone and everything within the room within minutes of entering, noting appearances, body language, inflection and pitch of their voices.

The Sith listened to the proposal was it was made, one that certainly sounded promising to him. It seemed this newly appointed leader of theirs was a liked-minded individual as far as her views of the current Empire, an organization that only masqueraded under the mantle of Sith that did not belong to them. A title which they claimed but did not live up to. The foundation is only stable if the supports are strong and legitimate. What the Twi’lek proposed was a new beginning, a promising and True beginning for those who would teach, follow, and embody the Sith Code in everything.

The support and dissent that followed was expected of such a proposition, especially one that involved a blood oath. A few spoke out against the plan, and he would be among them. What good would it do if they followed a single individual, without reason or justification, that believed they knew what was best for the whole? He stepped forward and levitated the knife to his left hand, pressing the metal to pale skin, though he did not move to make the cut yet.

“I pledge my allegiance to the Code and the Code alone. I will follow it as I always have, but my total allegiance will never be to a singular person that presides over a group. It will be given to the collective whole, not a fragment of it,” the Sith Lord made a small cut on his arm and allowed the blood to flow to its intended target while his baritone voice echoed slightly in the chamber as he spoke of his intention, moving the dagger further from him for the next person to take, if there was to be another.

Atlas Kane · Mar 16, 2020

Though the proceedings in his immediate vicinity were quite grave in their nature and implication, Atlas couldn’t help but be distracted by the sudden appearance of the ghostly Sith Lord. Though he was emaciated, skeletal, and generally unsightly, he was also quite familiar. The Epicanthix’ brows furrowed as he stared towards the Lord, mouth ever so slightly agape as he considered voicing a not-quite grudge he’d held ever since being abandoned in a room filled with carnage-starved cultists in the middle of a very sensitive ritual.

Reason prevailed and he put the finger he’d been holding up almost accusatory across his lips as his hand came to rest on his chin. There was merit in the idea. He was himself no proponent of an Imperial ideology that overshadowed what Sith Code stood for. The ideas he held echoed what the pureblood had voiced. It was as individuals that Sith rose, and it was as individuals that they fell. That was how it should always be and what the Sith Code ultimately dictated. A brotherhood of Sith was inherently a self-cannibalistic idea. Either the Sith consumed the brotherhood or the brotherhood the Sith; there really was no room for true cooperation and coexistence when one adhered to the tenants of the Sith Code.

It was with those thoughts in mind that he stared at the dagger still hanging in the air. The blade’s silver edge lined with crimson peered at him, beckoning him to add his blood to that of the others. Ripping his gaze away from it, his eyes settled on the pureblood as he reached for his own blade fixed at the small of his back. His left hand’s glove was discarded and the steel brought to its palm. Red liquid dripped into a small sphere and was added gently to the carving in their midst. A sign of devotion he intended not towards the Sith around him, but to the Code upon which he’d built every belief he held.

“Ninatul nu nun qotsisajakottoi” he spoke.

Darth Vinaze Darth Immortuos

</OOC Roughly translated as: I bind (lit.: tie/knot) myself (lit.: me) to the Code of the Sith>

Avernus · Mar 16, 2020

Darth Voyance said:
"Peace is a lie."

These words entered his mind, though they did not use his ears as transit. Darth Avernus was late to this gathering, but almost as if the dark side itself was speaking through those present and keeping him up to date on the proceedings, he could hear them clearly. Despite the language they may have originally be spoken in, the translation of these words to his mother tongue of ur-Kittât echoed off the walls of his skull, reverberating into his mind over and over.

<"Nwûl Tashjontû.">
<"Nwûl Tashjontû.">
<"Nwûl Tashjontû.">

Conflict was the nature of the Sith, the nature of the universe even. It was the measure in which the strong ascended above the weak. Harmony, Peace, Serenity, all of these things were little more than fairytale concepts conceived by the weak to cope with their place in the universe. Even since the primordial times of our infant universe when the earliest cells became a living organism, came the base conflict among them to feed and procreate. The strong have always taken what they deserve, this was the natural order of things. Peace is a lie.

The Darth's personal ship entered the atmosphere of Ziost with some slight turbulence. He rose slightly from his seat to look over the shoulders of the droids that were piloting the ship, watching as the snow-covered ruins of the citadel grew larger with his rapid approach. He landed in a clear area outside of the main ruin, throwing his hood over his head as he began to walk down the boarding ramp as it hissed open and extended down to the frigid and arid surface of Ziost.

Darth Voyance said:
"This shall be our order. Those who keep the Qotsisajak. The Qotsisajakaar."

"In order for our new Order to expand its influence, we must first agree that we gathered here shall become the Dark Sages of its doctrine. Swear in dark allegiance to the Code."

"That is what I propose,"

He could still hear the conversations progressing in his head, though he couldn't recognize any of the voices. The words in his head were as clear as they would have been had the speaker been right next to him. He trekked the long and cold path to the Sith citadel as his unintentional telepathic eavesdropping continued. The closer he got the louder and clearer the words became, he could tell he was getting close.

After some time he finally made his way into the meeting chamber. He admired what remained of the ancient Sith architecture as he approached the group of Sith within. <"I apologize for my tardiness, I had some complications that hindered my journey here."> He spoke in his mother tongue of ur-Kittât without even thinking about it. He stopped to stand amongst them and removed his hood, regarding them all with a vague air of respect.

“Ninatul nu nun qotsisajakottoi.”

He pledged himself in his native tongue, taking over the dagger telekinetically and slicing his palm with it. He acted as if he had been there the whole time, and for all intents and purposes, he might as well have been.

Darth Voyance | Atlas Kane |

Felix Astermo | Darth Immortuos |

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