Private New Faces in Old Places

[Darth Petrichor]

Location: The Fulcrum

Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr

Times had changed, and those that had held their ideals to those that had come before had seldom changed with them. And through the ebb and flow, Petrichor had simply waited, biding his time and maintaining his academy. The Force was an ever-changing tide of light and dark, and though Petrichor understood its ebb and flow, he could not expect others to treat it as such. Hence why he was rather surprised at the transmission he had received from the proclaimed Darth Malum. One as established as he may not have been the first for Petrichor to extend the arm of peace to, yet here he was all the same.

Through recent years, his vision had seem to become clouded. With the Second Great Hyperspace War, he had almost put his own academy at risk. Feeding intelligence to the overtly bombastic and deluded members of the Ashlan Crusade was a dangerous move, but one that had at least kept them off of his back, and by virtue of that, off of the back of his students. But they were gone now, destroyed by their own hubris and dogmatic overtones. Perhaps he knew it had been coming all the while...

Perhaps it was the Force simply trying to find some semblance of balance once again.

He waited patiently at the landing bay to the Fulcrum, several of his Exalted lining the walkway as he awaited the arrival of his guest. Curiosity gripped him, though in the end...

It was curiosity that killed the womp rat, but it was satisfaction that brought him back...

And Petrichor felt that, in the end, he would be thoroughly satisfied...​

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

It was a risk coming here, though...

...What had Malum not done in his life that had not been risky?

Yet, this was certainly much different to that, if those among the Sith Order learned that today he was meeting with as infamous as Darth Petrichor ? Well, Malum had already dealt with accusations of treason, from both others and himself these last months, true accusations in all fairness.

Yet...

...To add heresy to that list.

Well suffice it to say, that he had been incredibly secretive, when making his way here, fortunately not that difficult, for after all he had been trained by the Queen of Secrets, and if he had been unable to follow her example... well, he would have been unable to kill her, and take command of the Tsis'Kaar. He and the Lochris had made the trip alone, with very few knowing he was now descending upon Lehon, more famously, Rakata Prime.

To the Fulcrum, as was the fortress academy, which the rather... radical, Sith Lord had taken as his place of abode.

Technically within Alliance space, though on the hinterland, that was another risk all unto itself in coming here, even if the one that he feared less.

Not to bad mouth the Alliance navy, but stretched thin as it was, its focus frankly was not upon the galactic west, where no foe remained apart from whatever remnants of the Maw that had not joined the Dark Empire.

...And well considering said Dark Empire was at the gates of Coruscant, everyone knew where their fleets' focus was.

There were multiple goals here, the least of which was an opportunity to witness Rakata Prime, he had seen many a world in his life, and though many more would be considered more famous than this world.

It was hard to deny the historical weight this world held.

Such were his thoughts, as he descended down upon the tropical blue, that was so gorgeous.

What unknowable events happened here?

Might he find out?

Perhaps, but that was less of a priority in comparison to what he would find in the Fulcrum.

He had read the Way of Equanimity, not exactly a popular text, but easy enough to find a virtual copy.

He agreed with much in the text.

He disagreed with much else too.

Would it be a philosophical discussion for him to come here today?

In part.

More importantly, however, was the constant look for allies, Darth Petrichor may have not been influential within the Sith Order, but he was influential in his own right, and though Malum would consider the naming of his organisation after himself, as... gaush, to say the least. It did speak at least to the following the man held.

Such would be useful.

In addition, he simply viewed it as a... trial run of sorts to what he had desired to do in the coming weeks, many a Dark and Light Force order to infiltrate and learn from, but this would simply be the first.

Without Quintessa , who he had learned had suspiciously, volunteered to come join him.

While intrigued at the prospect of seeing his old friend.

He certainly had not been raised or trained to be trustful.

The Lochris finally made its way to the landing bay, as Malum himself decked himself out in the apparel of their craft, the finale, a hiss as the replica mask of his most famous and great ancestor, was placed upon his face.

The bay doors opened, revealing himself, as he emerged out of his fighter.

Immediately red eyes find the masked visage of another man.

Surrounded by those of his creed.

Malum offered a nod of his head in greeting, "Darth Malum, of House Marr at your service, thank you for inviting me to your abode."

He hoped the man was as reasonable as his book made him out to be.