On the right track

[Issac Karesh]

[member="Haytham Kaze"]

As the transport was coming in to land. Izark stepped off, landing and already beginning to walk to wards the main hall of the space-dock as the struts of the ship touched the steel floor of the hangar. He now had purpose, having learned from his little info gathering mission that he wanted to be in Ruusan. He was a Lord for the sake of hate. Well, at least he was. He had rudimentary abilities still at his disposal, though limited. He needed to find someone who could help him reignite the hatred and fire in his veins. To reawaken the connection he had lost. He had heard that if he wanted to speak to someone worth their weight, that a man by the name of Darth Athyssius. Well, he was a Darth, so there was that going for Izark.

He strode across to the Information hub within the port and found an attendant. "I am looking for Darth Athyssius. I was told that he would be on Ruusan." He said as he looked down at the attendant.

"I... I... I'm not sure I can..." The attendant stuttered, the look that naturally fell upon the black Zabrak's face must have been misconstrued as if he meant the Darth harm.

"You will contact where ever the Darth is and request an audience for Lord Eradius." He stated matter-of-factly. Glaring down at the attendant as his used the force to influence her.

"I... I will contact the Darth and request an audience for Lord Eradius." She stated as her face went dead-pan and she turned to the communicator.

As the attendant spoke to whoever it was that she contacted, he stood there and closed his eyes. Trying again as he had before to reach out in the force, once again flaring his energy to see whether he could reach anyone while he was here. After being told that this was the Capital of the Sith Triumverate. He could definitely feel the latent power that lingered in the air. Any force sensitive could. He felt a kind of peace, or as close to peace that a sith could feel and let out a sigh of relief. At least at present he could feel a little more at ease with such eminent latent energy in the air.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

The Dark Lord of the Sith was within his chambers in the Citadel on Ruusan. There was a beeping sound, and it drew his attention away from whatever he was doing.

Rising to his feet, he listened to the message that the attendant had for him.

"Who? Lord Eridus? I'm not familiar with... Tell them to feth off," he said, but before he could even turn off the commlink the attendant insisted. And insisted. "Send them to my office," he said, annoyed as he throws off the cloak he had on. Exiting the chamber he was in, he soon found himself within nhis office in the Sith Citadel. The Military Office, as was befit his position as the Tribune of Military Affairs.

He could feel the flaring of energy in the Force, and there were few things in the world that could annoy him to the levels that he was at. It was disrespectful, unwarranted. It reminded him of one of those up-jumped Lords of the One Sith. Shaking his head, it occurred to him that he didn't actually know any Lords within the One Sith personally, but still, it was the idea that mattered in this situation.

He was seated behind his enormous holo-table. In fact, it was much too large to be an actual table for an office. It was deactivated now, but when it turned on, it was actually a galaxy map,and occasionally doubled as a representation of battlefields and would be battlefields. And it would remain off, even after this Lord Eridus was gone. No one knew what he planned, no one would know what he planned. But anyone could suspect what he wanted.

Once he heard his attendant knock on the door, he said, "Come." His black hood shrouded his features as he placed both of his hands in his lap, the facade of patience that he fabricated for situations like these in place.

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[Issac Karesh]

Izark smirked as he watched his handy work pay off. She turned around and looked to the old sith. "Darth Athyssius will see you my lord. You can find a transport to take you to the Citadel just outside the entrance to the Spaceport. I hope that you have a nice day." She said, smiling just before the force influence wore off. By the time it had, Izark was already walking toward the entrance. The headache that girl was going to experience after that simply made Izark grin with sadistic satisfaction. But he could deal with those feeling later, right now, he had important business to deal with.

Walking out the front, he looked to the driod who was standing by the transport bays. A few words and the transport was called and Izark boraded it. The auto-pilot kicked in once the door was closed and rushed him off to the citadel. As the engines came to a whirling stop at the citadel, he moved effortlessly out of it. He still had the predatory movements of a warrior of the sith, unfortunately the force abilities to back it up were a little more lack-luster than he would have liked.

After asking a few questions to those who were near the transport landing zone he moved off to where he had to go. He move swiftly toward the office of this Darth. He hated going into a meeting with anything less than all the facts he needed on a person. But as of the moment, his network of spies was very much dead. As he made it to the office and walked through the doors into the lobby, he looked to the assistant sitting there.

"I'm here to speak with Darth Athyssius." He said simply. There was no time for pomp and circumstance as far as he was concerned right now.

"Ah, Lord Eradius, right this way." The assistant said, rising and knocking on the door.

"Come." Was all that was heard, Izark knew that the flaring of his power would be something of an annoyance. Generally seen as a disrespect or a challenge. But as it stood, he needed help. And if it came from an annoyance, he'd pay the piper his due when it came to it. After a brief moment awaiting the doors to open, he stepped through and entered the room. He smiled, bowing low to mask the smirk momentarily on his face as he saw the Darth sitting their in his hood, which disappeared before he rose. Not much has changed he thought to himself with a guarded mind as he looked to the Darth.

"I owe you my gratitude, my Lord. I understand how much of an inconvenience this is to see me on such short notice." He said as he took a few steps toward the Darth, merely to get himself out of the door way.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Darth Athyssius remained seated.

There was no respect to be shown for this 'Lord Eridus.' His face may have held an appearance of pleasantry if he was able to see through the shroud that concealed his entire body, but he was anything but... Pleasant.

Gratitude. He thought amusedly. He did it because he imagined that was how Sith that were better than him would do it. That was how the Ancient Sith would conduct themselves. To gauge the sort of Sith that would be coming into their service, whether they were pleasant or unpleasant. He would experience them first hand.

A trait that he seemed to have lost once he had found his Zeltron lover, and even under the tutelage of Darth Orcus, he had reclaimed it when he had been granted the title of Tribune and had proclaimed himself a Dark Lord of the Sith after he had personally killed the Herglic Sith Lord.

To get to the point. Short and quick.

The Dark Lord of the Sith made no actual movements, other than those of his lips.

"Speak."

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[Issac Karesh]

Smirked as he watched the sith. His arms moved behind his back as he stood their, his posture relaxed as he stood there. "It would seem i was informed that anyone who is anyone needs to know you." He said casually as he canted his head slightly, he'd pander a little. But he made it evident the pleasantries were formality. "But let us get to the point." He said and started. "I am not from your time. Which is why you don't know who i am." He said as he started to pace. "I was frozen. For longer than i know. And my connection to the force has... Weakened..." The wince was visible as he spoke about it.

He stopped and looked to Athyssius. "I need it back, and i need someone to help me do it." He said simply, he wasn't happy about it. But it was the only option he had.

"You understand that it's not something i'm happy about. But i need help to find someone to work with me to regain what i lost." He stopped moving and looked directly to the Darth.

[member="Haytham Kaze"]

 

[Haytham Kaze]

The Dark Lord of the Sith remained silent as he listened to the story.

"I doubt you'd be anyone of note even if you were from my time." Whether he believed the story or not, didn't matter. He wasn't in the mood to hear claims about great power now lost. He wanted to see it, to experience it. If not, well, then it may as well have been a lie.

Darth Athyssius was a man of action.

Not words.

"It almost sounds as if you're asking me for something." He said drily, knowing full well that the man was asking for admission to the Triumvirate's Order. "Prove it to me that you want to regain your strength. That you'll be worth the time you take up," he says. "You see, if you are not a Sith of my time, then you are a Sith from a time where the Sith envisioned wanton destruction as a necessity. Your sort of Sith would be content to rule the Galaxy, if it not but a pile of ash."

"So tell me why I should admit you into the Triumvirate's Order? Let alone my military establishment?"

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[Issac Karesh]

Izark was, if nothing else, proud. And this little whelp dared insult him? The snarl on his face grew as he listened to the "Darth" prattle on. His mind flashed with the rage that happened, he hadn't been this angry since he was young. But now he didn't have the control he once had. His raw energy gripping anything it could. Like a suffocating fog around the old sith, lifting small objects from their roosts and causing a slight tremor around him.

"Wanton destruction is the only thing that matters. And had that coward not resorted to machinery to hold me back, he would have felt what it was like to feel the wrath of a Sith warrior." He growled as he looked directly at the Darth, the fire in his eyes the likes of which had made men quake, like looking into the eyes of death itself. It probably wouldn't effect the Darth much, not that he eve cared about intimidating him. The rage he felt had intensified.

"Whether I'm worth the time?" He sneered and the power around him grew independently of his control or perception, he was focused on the man before him and nothing else. Hatred flew from her sheath and floated around his hand, as if being there should he need her deadly edge. His ability to use the force was linked squarely to his anger. And the angrier he got, the more intensely it shone through. "How do i know you are even as strong as those stories i heard from people i forced to speak?" It wasn't a challenge is was a statement of fact. He didn't know this man, he didn't know the truth. But the rage meant he cared little for etiquette right now.

"If your order was smart enough to accept me, i'd tear this galaxy apart at my full strength. Once i take back my mantle of Lord Eradius. Even the emperor will remember who i am!" He almost roared as his eye glowed red from the power bubbling beneath the surface.

[member="Haytham Kaze"]

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Darth Athyssius certainly wasn't impressed by this supposed Lord Eridus? Eripus?

It didn't really matter.

There was an impassive look on his face as he felt the rage building up in @Isaac Karesh. What Lord was so childish? Of course, Athyssius was something akin to that a few years ago, but he never would've gone on to put on a show as his guest was now. Was it an attempt at being intimidating? Surely he knew that Athyssius was not the sort to be intimidated. Lowering his hands, he tapped the lightsabre on his waist as he leaned back into the chair, thinking better of striking at this overachiever in front of him.

"Wanton destruction has no purpose." He said with a tone of finality to it. It also held the warning of, should you question it, you will be punished. There was nothing meant to be imposing in how he said, all that mattered was the look he gave to Karesh. Just a mere glance, as if spotting an annoying fly on a nearby wall. "Remember who you speak to. If you intend to insult a Sith in their own establishment, you should be prepared to take my place as Tribune."

Worth the time.

What a joke.

Athyssius was dismissive now.

Golden gaze turning down to the holotable, he reached down scooping up a DataPad from in front of him and after a few moments of looking at it, he flicked his finger across the screen.

If he was going to act like a child he would be treated like one.

"Strong as those stories? Smart enough to accept you? Lord Eradius? Emperor?"

Athyssius paused.

But he never looked up to Karesh. No. What he had been doing on the DataPad was now on the HoloTable in front of him. But now he was forced to stop.

"I understand now that as a child you were rarely disciplined." He nodded as if confirming it for himself. "That'll change under my Command." Golden eyes disappearing as he blinked, he had never had the ability to summon the calm that Orcus was able to. But then again there had never been a time that he had tested the Herglic.

"I even understand now that your Master... Lord WhoGivesAKark was foolish too. Probably weaker than you. There's a reason your name isn't remembered in the History classes. Would you like me to tell you?" He paused long enough to give him a chance to answer before cutting him off, the Dark Side of the Force intoning in his voice as he rose up from his place behind the HoloTable. "Because you were weak. Nothing. No vision except what was directly in front of you." Athyssius smiled, it almost looked genuine.

"What do you see when you look out the window there? A war-torn planet, surely." He pointed, urging him to look as he ripped the curtains out of the wall and left the window open for Isaac. "I'll tell you what I see. Justice and Law. The Justice and Law that the Imperial Orders of old would be jealous of. No crime in our Space. Pirates, criminals, executed and forgotten. Now tell me, Lord Thuggius have you ever been in two places at once?"

He walked over to the window, placing his hand on the glass before it exploded outwards to the ground far below.

"Within a minute it can be arranged if you continue to waste my time."

"Come before me. Kneel."

 

[Issac Karesh]

Izark smirked as his eyes watched the man's every move. A moment of clarity made him look to the area around him as he saw what was happening. His time frozen in carbonite had had a more deleterious effect on his mental state than he had realized. He closed his eyes and reigned in his rage. Compacting it as he regained his composure. Hatred floated gently back to her sheath as everything else dropped suddenly back to where it had floated from.

"It would seem that my time in carbonite did more than just weaken my connection to the force." It was about as much as of an apology that anyone would get.

"Considering I was a slave when i was a child. I was disciplined well enough." He said flatly, whether Athyssius made mention of that, he cared little. In fact, he expected he would. "And you are right, he was weak. But you are wrong, i was not weak. An unfortunate turn of events cause me to be in the current predicament i am now. Weakness had nothing to do with it." The finality of his own words evident. Something he had no more desire to speak about.

He looked to the window as the sith opened the curtains, He gazed out. And it was true, he couldn't help but admit that if the Darth's claims were true. He would have certainly that form of order and justice. "What your order has done is truly admirable. But Peace is a lie, there is only passion. And this sort of peace will only last as long as those who have the will to change it stay down." He was still himself, it would seem. The demon that emerged before was the the more unstable side he had learned to control millennia ago.

He paid no heed to the threat Athyssius made, the show of power mean't nothing. He hadn't after all come here for a pissing contest. In a physical fight, he had taken down men and woman thousands of times the superior of this one. But right now, he didn't have the force power to back it up. Something he knew this darth would use to his advantage. This was a means to an end, and Izark would store the memory of that threat for a later time.

He walked over to the Darth and took a knee, he'd pay the respect and pander for now.

"My Lord."

 

[Haytham Kaze]

If there was one thing about Darth Athyssius, he was a Master of Looking as if he were controlling his emotions.

He did, for the most part, but occasionally, a shred of rage slipped through and that was all it took to throw him over the precipice. Corrupted gaze slowly settling on Isaac, the Dark Lord of the Sith hardly paid attention to the words.

In truth he was merely waiting for him to come kneel before him. A vulnerable position. But for who? In such close quarters, either of them could've been struck down in a heartbeat and cast aside as if they didn't exist. His right hand twitched, aching to feel the lightsabre hilt that would otherwise cut Isaac Karesh in half and throw him out of that high window. Instead, Athyssius nodded.

"You are weak, because I perceive you as such. You have done nothing to convince me otherwise. But there is a way you can prove your worth to me," he said, his tone taking on a vague sound. "Patronize me with the Code again and I'll crush your skull without a second thought." No one liked the Code to be thrown about at them. Even as a Jedi Padawan it had been irritating. "The Triumvirate exists because of the power that its leaders hold. You have not seen such power. You will not see such power for some time."

Glancing down to the man beneath him, he said nothing as he turned away.

His right hand twitched, and Eridus would've felt an explosion of the Force throwing him out the window, quite far too, too far to actually grab a ledge.

"Cya."

But Athyssius's Office was high in the Citadel.

Far lower than his own Office, but not nearly as far as the ground, there was a flat surfaced wing of the Citadel. Had he the acrobatics, as any Force user should, he should've been able to realize there was still a chance of survival so that he could let the push carry him out and onto the building. How he would get back? Well, he wouldn't. Darth Athyssius was done with him. If the man truly wanted to return to the Sith, the only Sith he could truly lead and follow, then he'd serve instead of expecting to lead.

 

[Issac Karesh]

Izark felt the force hit him. And he didn't try to resist it, he simply smirked as he let it carry him. He looked around as he flew through the air. Noting key points and areas as he saw the flat surface. Judging it, he knew the blast would carry him to it, but he would come in fast. The landing wasn't the issue, stopping would be.

As he landed, like lightning, his instinctual force capabilities burst into action as he used a small force push to cushion the momentum of his landing. He stood, looking up at the office and simply grinned. Now he knew the type of man this Darth was. He thought for a long moment as he watched the space, he already knew everything he needed to know realistically. What he needed was his ship, that would hold everything he needed to get back to the path. His holocrons aboard it would hold what he needed.

"To Ilum again it is." He said to himself as he turned and headed toward the transport landing zone. He wasn't done with the Darth, they'd meet again soon enough.