Mostly Shipyard Stuff

[Caulder Dune]

CORUSCANT SYSTEM, CORUSCANT
SUPREME CHANCELLOR'S OFFICE

The entire building was still mostly a crumbling mess. How the One Sith had managed to take the Republic's entire capital by assaulting a single landmark was beyond Tyrin, but it had succeeded in inspiring him to take up the Sith cause once again. He would continue to conduct his affairs as Viceroy of Hypori from across the vast gulf of space, but only as necessary. One Sith stuff was much, much more fun.

The doors to the Supreme Chancellor's office jammed open, spasming and sputtering sparks as they tried to close. The office itself was in a deplorable state. Debris coated the floor, fluroscent lights hung from the ceiling. Everything of value had already been looted by the hirelings of the One Sith or evacuated once the entire planet surrendered. An entire planet surrendering to the loss of a single landmark.

Darth Janus did not know how that worked, but one didn't get this far into the game by questioning every little mechanic. Doubtless there were still pockets of urban resistance all around the planet, just begging to be squashed by Sith troopers. In time Coruscant would be rebuilt and any resistance driven into the tactically irrelevant underlevels.

The Supreme Chancellor's chair and desk had not been taken. They were both bolted to the ground, otherwise there would probably be a Sith soldier somewhere out there with a stupidly ornate chair attached to his back. Janus walked around the desk, brushing some of the debris and dust off of it before sitting down in the chair. He reclined, resting his feet on the desk.

"Dibs."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

CORUSCANT SYSTEM, CORUSCANT
SUPREME CHANCELLOR'S OFFICE

Suddenly the integrity of the table Janus had his feet so disrespectfully laid across would begin to break, and eventually the table would just shatter as various lines of pressure formed on it's ornate surface. From the broken doorway came another figure, dressed in the iconic robes of the Sith with his hood drawn up to conceal his face, giving him a mysterious appearance in the gloom of the ruined office. In one swift motion the figure pulled back his hood to reveal the face of one that Janus would have no hard time recognizing. It was the face of a Sith Lord who had been a part of the Old Empire for as long as anyone could remember, and one of the last Emperors before it's total collapse.

"You can keep the chair, but I never liked that desk."

Darth Vornskr, known to a few as Kaine Zambrano, stepped into the flickering light of the office and stood before Janus. He had aged tremendously since they last met, the rampant Dark Side corruption continually eating away at his physical form, his body unable to contain the malignant power within. His black hair was streaked with gray, and his face was a mixture of scarred tissue and desolation, the entire right portion of his face seared off to reveal the charred bone underneath. His left eye shone a hard emerald flecked with sulfuric yellow, but his right seemed to be completely alien, sporting a violet iris in a sea of blackness.

"It's been a long time, Ardik. What brings you to Coruscant?"

[member="Darth Janus"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

@[member='Darth Vornskr']

Janus wisely chose to remove his feet from the desk as it began to shatter. Just as he put them back on the ground, the dirtied piece of furniture shattered into a jumbled mess. Truly, only Kaine could be so cruel as to utterly crush an innocent piece of furniture in such a manner. Granted, said piece of furniture was a collaborator of the Republic, but it hardly had a say in the matter. At the very least it deserved to be afforded an opportunity to recant its most heinous sins.

But there's no point in crying over shattered desks, or something to that affect.

"Oh, Zambrano." Tyrin greeted Kaine, apparently because they were on a surname basis. "Didn't expect to find you around these parts."

Kaine had been doing the whole "Sith Lord" thing way before Tyrin, but Tyrin had experienced the rapid aging thing much earlier. It looked as though it was just catching up to Darth Vornskr now. It was not a graceful process, dark side aging, but such was the price to pay for unlimited power. Tyrin stood up, abandoning the uncomfortable seat now that there was no desk for him to rest his feet on.

"As for my being here, I figure if a meaningful Sith entity has returned to the national stage and is laying siege to the Republic in ways I could only fantasize about, I should join in too."

 

[Darth Nephthys]

As the child of the Minister of Intelligence, Sokara Vu Noi stood in presence waiting to submit a report on the current data analysis at the wake of the Fall of Coruscant.

She stood quietly, awaiting entrance for the Dark Lord's Apprentice and the Voices to allow her entrance. Although seemingly mute, this would not inhibit her ability to relay the information, as it was all stated neatly in her report, and her ability to communicate through telepathy would aid in communicating.

Under a dark fringe of black hair, wearing the robes of one of her noble position, Darth Nephthys stood in wait.

 

[Soeht]

Daella overlooked a shipyard in Coruscant's orbit. She still wore light-toned tunics as if a Jedi.

As the most populous planet in the galaxy, Coruscant already had extensive shipyards. However, it was meant mostly for civilian use.

With the One Sith in charge, things began to rapidly change. Daella waited for [member="Darth Nephthys"] to bring her report. It would contain details on how to mobilize Coruscant's industry to begin pumping out war machines.

 

[Sheff Zee]

He was named a Sith Knight, and he had sought out the One Sith to join their ranks. Unbeknownst to the New Order, he had been renamed as Darth Phobos in the organization of the One Sith, though he was still known as Lord Phobos to the New Order. Wasn't he a trickster?

He had no reports to give, though he was there to support the One Sith in their endeavours. All he needed was something to do.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

In quick order, Darth Nephthys was allowed entry. The two double doors slid open with a faint hiss, revealing the pallid visage and dainty form of the Sith of the Empire.

A brisk but graceful walk had her cross the threshold, the fabric of her boots soundlessly brushing over her legs and boots as she moved. Within moments, she came to a halt before [member="Daella Apparine"], bearing the typical salute and greeting of one Darth to another.

Unknowingly, for both to be standing before the other had a higher significance than either would likely ever know.

The datapad containing the details on how to mobilize Coruscant's industry to begin preparations for the continuation of the war was silently held out to the Dark Lord's Apprentice for her inspection.

 

[J3C0]

Shara had never really been one for politics, or for peacetime, or for anything other than war really. The Maelibus was a creature born to kill, smash, and tear things apart. Building wasn't really his strong suit and likely never would be. That didn't meant however that he couldn't take an interest in such things. Starships especially had always fascinated him. Iego had few starships, the Diathim were capable of space flight and the Maelibus never really bothered with leaving the planet, so when Shara first starship he found himself absolutely enthralled.

Even now several hundred years later that sense of child like wonder still occurred whenever he laid eyes upon a Star Destroyer or the like.

The massive space faring vessels were impossibly complex, too complex for him to really understand. In his off time however Shara enjoyed figuring out just how the things worked, and surprisingly the brute new quite a bit about most ship designs and how they functioned. He smiled slightly as an Imperious class floated by his window, the massive starship gearing up for war.

 

[Soeht]

Once the doors to the platform opened, Daella slowly turned around to see [member="Darth Nephthys"]. She took a moment to examine the woman. Then, she took the datapad from the silent girl. With several clicks of buttons, she managed to pull up the information she desired. She quickly read it and absorbed the information.

"Good," commented Daella, "Have the major Coruscant manufacturers contacted. I wanted to personally speak to them. All of them. Live. Find suitable accommodations."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr slowly began to pace around the room, back and forth in front of Ardik and his damnable chair. "A shame you did not join our cause before the battle, you were sorely missed by all. Like a void in our hearts." Vornskr clutched the area on his chest where his heart would lie, and would feign being wounded in his heart for comedic effect. Who knew that Sith Lords had a sense of humor? Well, some of them have to have other interests other than murderkillmurder, and diabolical political scheming. Vornskr used to have a beloved coloring book in his chambers when he served the Old Empire, but sadly that piece of scripture was lost to the stars in the aftermath of the Mandalorian's sacking of Dromund Kaas. It now floated, alone... and horribly unfinished.

"The moment the temple began to fall to the ground was an absolute masterpiece. A work of art, even. However; you are probably not here to hear about the destruction of buildings dedicated to ignorance, but rather the sore state our navy is in right now."

Vornskr had stopped pacing the room some time ago, but now moved to stand before Ardik and his chair. The difference in their statures quite distinct, and even with Ardik standing the Epicanthix Sith Lord had to look down at him to meet eye to eye.

[member="Darth Janus"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

"You are most impressed with the view, [member="Darth Shara"]," came the feminine voice from the depths of the shadows behind the large towering form of the Maelibus. Rays of light would soon fall upon the owner of the voice as the Eye of the Dark Lord slowly ambled her way forward.

She was dressed in a loose, flowing black robe. It left open a triangle of white flesh decorated with intricate black swirls along the flat perfection of her stomach. There was a thin cord tied across the high, tight planes of her breasts that kept the front of the outfit from spilling open completely. There were long, wide sleeves that left most of her slender forearms bare, revealing fingers stained black by the tribal tattoos.

Like a darkly elegant ice queen, Darth Isolda went gliding across the floor with all the poise of a royal priestess. Yet hovering behind her serene gaze and luscious red lips is a steel trap that could spring with deadly force at any moment for the honor and glory of her Lord. She was a killer celebrant, equal parts brutal and regal. And like a venomous, delicate M’iiyoom, you could look -- but definitely not touch.

"Tell me… what part of the view are you most impressed with? " she asked as her shapely hips rolled with each step with grace, her long straight hair swaying gently at her back as she came to a slow halt before him, her face tilted up to meet his gaze.

 

[Sheff Zee]

It had taken him some time, but he had eventually found the Dark Lord of the Sith. But he was too late to speak to the Maelibus alone, for there was a person already there. It was a woman. He knew her as the Eye of the Dark Lord, [member="Darth Isolda"]. He had made it his business to find the most prominent members of the One Sith Order, and then he continued walking down the corridor.

He hadn't heard what she had said, but he did wait for [member="Darth Shara"] to reply to her before he stopped a few meters away and inclined his head to the both of them respectively. "My Lords." He greeted softly, he as well tilting his gaze upwards to make eye contact with the armoured alien that was Darth Shara.

A Maelibus. The first one he had ever set his eyes upon.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

There came an incline of her head, the long length of her straight black hair falling forward as she did so. Her fisted hand came to rest across her chest and over her heart in salute once more at [member="Daella Apparine"].

// As you wish, Darth Junra. // came the telepathic acknowledgement. She brought her head up, those crimson eyes almost glowing with an eerie light just before she took two steps back, and then made an about face.

She left as silently as she arrived, but it was with another purpose. Through it all, she could not help but wonder just what purpose had the One given her Onii-san?


Perhaps she will find out in time. For the moment, she had a mission to do. Within minutes she had made her way through the building towards the exit, where an air speeder would await her. Enroute, she would be contacting every major Coruscant manufacturer, her mind mulling over appropropriate accommodations.

 

[Soeht]

After [member="Darth Nephthys"] left, Daella began to mull over a data console that was before her. After disappearing into the shadows after their last defeat, the One Sith have kept logs of their technological advancements of the time. Starships ranging from frigates to star-destroyers filled the data logs of Sith long dead.

Daella began to settle her eyes upon a select choice of ships. She decided to keep a bookmark for them during the convention with major manufacturers - who would, even if they just sent one representative, be in possibly the thousands.

 

[Caulder Dune]

@[member='Darth Vornskr']

"Oh, now you know how I've felt all this time." Tyrin lamented sarcastically. "Self-impose exile gets tedious when you're the only serious Sith for lightyears. And if that's me, then you know something is terribly wrong."

Kaine was a lot taller than Tyrin remembered. Possibly because the Umbaran no longer had the ego of an Empire to boost him up the few inches he needed to close the gap. Tyrin wished he had been around to see that garish temple come crumbling down. Then again, he had a feeling all that would have come of it was a complaint about the possible damage to surrounding infrastructure. Hopefully something nice and productive would be built in its place. An officer academy, perhaps, or maybe even a university. Keeping the masses educated was important if they were to be kept from lives of crime and disruption.

It seemed more likely the One Sith would opt for a Sith academy instead. He imagined they thought it would be symbolic. Really it was just predictable.

"I disagree, dear friend. To say that the Sith navy is in a sore state would imply that it exists in the first place."

 

[J3C0]

Shara turned to the Eye of the Dark Lord, large body swaying and deck rumbling slightly as she took his step to the side. He looked down at her, the little porcelain doll that she was, fragile, yet precious. His eyes gleamed slightly with delight, new jaw clicking as his face spread into a twisted smile. The smile of a hunter finding its prey.

“The one right before me of course.” Shara intoned with an amused tone. His massive claw moving up to gently brush hair from the womans face. His lips parted to speak again when suddenly he was interrupted.

A noise like a dying bird erupted from his side. Annoyance crossed the massive Sith Lord's face and his hairless eyebrows sunk to a look of disapproval, first directed at Isolda, then towards the Sithling that had made his presence known. The ten foot tall Maelibus turned once again, facing the apprentice with a slight scowl on his face, or perhaps it was just the way his face looked, it was hard to tell.

“Apprentice.” Shara growled, like a horde of bee's
[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Darth Armyss]

Hangar Four, Enforcer-Class Picket Cruiser Basilisk, patrolling near orbital shipyards over Coruscant

How long had it been since the temple collapsed? It was hard to tell, the events of that day having been all but a blur to Albrecht as the sleep-deprived Sith acolyte looked over the datapad he had found in the archives prior to the Jedi Temple's destruction, whilst sitting on a munitions crate inside of a hangar onboard an Enforcer-class picket cruiser, the Basilisk, as it patrolled near one of the orbital shipyards high above Coruscant, where various ships of all sizes wereundergoing construction, repair or retrofits, as his own ship was undergoing aboard the retrofitted interdictor. Technically, he had two ships, he noted, a mostly-stock YTA-1300 dubbed the Tagge Honor, and an antiquated TIE/D Defender, the latter of which had been damaged beyond repair by a flak cannon and subsequent forced landing which had ensured that the old fighter would never be spaceworthy again. Nevertheless, it still had usable components that the alcolyte intended to make use of to further improve his remaining ship, and so had arranged for a freighter to bring the the wreck to the Basilisk's hangar for use in procuring parts.

Of course, that wasn't his only purpose for being there, as he was also tasked with taking an inventory of starfighters available for the defense of Coruscant in the event of a Republic counterattack, and needless to say they had quite a hodgepodge of ships to choose from, from Incom Headhunters captured from the Republic to TIE Predators and Wraiths that the One Sith had taken with them when they went into hiding after the death of Darth Krayt. Numbering at a few thousand serviceable craft, while certainly enough to deter any nuisance raids that the Republic or any privateers they may hire would attempt to carry out, these starfighters alone wouldn't be enough to beat back a concentrated assault by capital ships. For that, they would need a proper Navy.

That was what these shipyards were for, to churn out the monstrous, durasteel beasts that would be needed to crush the Republic's military, and usurp them as the dominant force in the Galaxy. Like their starfighters, most of the One Sith's current navy consisted of antiquated designs dating back to seven or eight centuries in the past, but a lot of them had been overhauled with modern systems and weapons to make them competitive with their newer opponents, the Basilisk having only just completed its modernization during the course of the fighting, having only arrived in the system barely an hour after the planet's surrender. On the other hand, the Navy was still pathetically small, the only reason they were able to take Coruscant in the first place being that the Republic had gotten complacent, and thus stationed not even a single warship to defend the planet from the invasion. That was not a mistake that their adversaries were likely to make twice, he knew, and the sooner they achieved naval parity, the better.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Being the daughter of the Minister of Intelligence had it's perks.

The information containing all of the CEO's and heads of every major Coruscant Manufacturer came streaming into her datapad within ten minutes. Sitting in the back seat of her speeder, she quickly went skimming over potential areas for the mass of sentients they would need to accomodate.

The One Sith had already begun transforming a new Imperial Center in the former ruins of the Jedi Temple. The quickness of Imperial rule and the Lord's will had ensured that the debris was moved away in short order, and in it's stead would see the manufacture of an area fit for the hub of all activity.

There would be a new Grand Corridor, a grand reception hall to serve for the new Empire's many functionaries and dignitaries. While the bulk of the Imperial center had not been completed, this section had. In it would see the glorious start of what was to come for the One's plan.

In short order, she sent electronic missives signed by herself by the order of the Emperor, to meet with Daella Apparine at the Grand Corridor within the hour.

 

[Darth Isolda]

There was the subtle careful graze of a single large claw of [member="Darth Shara"] gently brushed away the dark strands of hair from her face, revealing more of the sharp angles of alabaster flesh adorn with the faint intricate lines of her tattoos. A fleeting look swept over her silver eyes, so brief only to be hidden away at the interruption of [member="Aeon Caedus"].

Her lashes lowered but for a moment, only to have those silver eyes peer deep into the new arrival. Within seconds, the Force went pulsing through her slender form, power rising through the Eye of the Dark Lord as molten orbs of silver began to turn into a pitch black, leaving not a single sliver of white to be seen.

Probing, searching, observing. Muted whispers would be heard in the distance from Aeon Caedus's perception, as the Oracle began to glean as much information as she could of the new face before her.

One bit of knowledge came to her instantly. The one that would herald all of those marked by the Dark Lord.

He was unmarked.

 

[Sheff Zee]

[member="Darth Shara"] may have missed it, but he could see, once her eyes had gone black he had known that she realized he wasn't officially apart of their order yet. Not yet anyway. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to stroll around their space without contacting them on his own ship.

Too late now.

"I came to join the One Sith." He stated firmly, while he kept his eyes upon [member="Darth Isolda"]. The one who he had decided was the more dangerous of the two simply for the fact that she was more the Sorceror between the two. Even though Shara was a giant of a humanoid, the Force was always stronger.