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Roots upon the Hunters Moon [Ask]

| [member="Ardana 'nilim"] | [member="Ashe the Reaper"] | [member="Enigma"] | [member="Grimm"] | [member="Lord Daemos"] | [member="Melakoth Tyrin "]| [member="Broorn Sabor"] |

Darth Ayra was sat within the confines of the Niathal, a transport she had brought anonymously from the infamous smuggler, captain and rebellious cur that was Jorus Merill. The Sith Lord wore her traditional Sith robe. Today, she was not pretending to be a wealthy, beautiful woman who was in charge of a rapidly growing organization on Chandrila. No, today she was being herself and the few people in the galaxy that knew her for who she was was to meet with her on Sojourn.

It had been the two Cimmerian Shades that were Sith Master and Apprentice that had discovered the existence of the Hunters Moon, once used as the getaway for Hugo Damask and his Damask Holdings. The Muun had also held a dark secret from the rest of the galaxy. He was a Sith Lord by the name of Darth Plagueis, who's tale of Darth Plagueis the Wise had captured the imagination of Darths Pandeima and Ayra, who could be said to be his ancestors now that they too had resurrected the Order of Sith Lords in the same ideals he had once had with his own famous Sith Apprentice, Darth Sidious.

Sojourn was to be the site, where the Order of Sith Lords of today would resettle and begin the customs and practices that had paved way to Plagueis's scheme, which had seen his own apprentice execute a master plan, where the Jedi Order had been purged, the Republic toppled and the New Order constituted and placed over the galaxy. Plagueis had paved way to Sith hegemony for decades until the New Jedi Order was founded to defeat Sidious in 10 ABY.

Now the Sith had returned. A transmission was sent across her contacts. "Come to my coordinates. It is time we convened."
 
Ardana took two steps down the loading ramp of the Niathal before admiring the beauty of the planet itself. Lush greenery and endless forests beyond, with a waterfall or two coming out of the sides of the cliffs. "My my, Ayra, you certainly don't disappoint." She gazed at the sight in awe for a minute or two, then stepped down from the ramp and waited for Darth Ayra to do so as well. Her face full of awe and excitement suddenly turned to a slight frown and seriousness. Ardana thought to herself: "Snap out of it! You didn't come all this way to stare at some trees, you're here to work. To find out what this life has in store for you, and what this woman could be planning to do on the planet."

Ardana sensed this would be the place where many things were revealed to her, and soon her mind would become clear and at ease with the dark side. She would perhaps gain more than a few allies. [member="Alicia Drey"]
 
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"This is Sojourn, the Hunters Moon. It is where I plan to set up residence, thus allowing me to be myself without interference." She turned her gaze to Ardana. "You have much to learn child and it will all begin here for you. We may yet discover what potential you have and whether or not it should be nurtured..."
 
In Umbris Potestas Est
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"And by we you of course mean me, my apprentice? Or did you seek to go a bit more Baneite than we agreed upon previously?" The spectral form of Circe in her current body appeared, more corrupted this time than the last. Her skin was an unnatural pallor, and her lips were blackish red, the color of dark cherries. "Who is she?"

Another Twi'lek... and she looked similar to someone Circe had known some time ago.
 
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Ayra bowed her head to the sudden appearance of her master, going on one knee to Pandeima. "Of course, my Master. You received my transmission then?"
 
Ardana wore a black tight-fitting outfit with a vest-like top and grey trimmings, long combat boots as well as gloves. On her wrists and ankles were metal armor plating that went up only so far. On the back of her white head a metal band was attached that went around to give her small ear cones.

Ardana was taken aback by this display of respect Darth Ayra hadn't shown to anyone since they'd met. Then again, this was the sith hierarchy. She knew enough to know how it went. The apprentice must always obey the master, and the latter was more powerful, at least to some degree. "More powerful than Darth Ayra? How much more could one be?" she thought. Although, Ardana had only seen a glimpse of Ayra's strength in the force, who knew what secrets the two women held and were willing to teach. The lord asked for her name, she questioned whether to bow or not, but decided giving her own name would be simple enough. "Ardana 'nilim, and you my lord?"

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In Umbris Potestas Est
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"You may call me Darth Pandeima. I am Lady Ayra's master." She smiled, turning to her apprentice. "Indeed I did. I assume we have our group assembling here, so we can personally cross-examine each one of them." Smiling, she chose to focus, seemingly conjuring a plush chair-like seat from midair - though it was only an illusion, it was still solid enough for her to sit down on. "Let us continue to wait."
 
He quickly jumped out of his seat, watching as he got the transmission. "C'mon lady! I ain't got no time for nothin' like this!" He said angrily, reaching into his trench coat. He removed a brown whiskey bottle, taking a swig before sighing. He quickly sent a response back, annoyance in his voice. "I'ma comin', hold on!" He said, quickly diving into hyperspace. After several minutes, he finally landed, lowering the exit ramp. He rushed out of the cockpit, down the ramp, and onto the planet's floor. He took another sip of the whiskey, holding the bottle by it's long neck.

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Matreya

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(Wtf. A third post i find wasnt saved..almost ready to report.)

From above the group, hidden from sight, yet approaching fast, was an immensly powerful ancient that could be easily felt by all. Who wouldnt notice someone with the combined Signatures of 5 people? Flipping a few switches, then gripping the controls, the Arcangel dropped from hyperspace. Looking Sojourn over, Damien sighed and steered the craft towards the large dark side energy found amongst the Lords topside. It would be near impossible to get lost attempting to find them.

The moment his ship touched down, he was already on the move and leaving the craft. "Ergast, our time together is nearly finished. But I figure you being a representative for the Sith will be a brilliant idea. You led them at the height of their power, and may be able to help do so once more." Damien stated to the Spirit who skulked nearby - the promise of freedom weighing him against being rude.

"Ayra. A pleasure. You, I presume," Damien looked to the other Lord, "Are Lord Pandiema, if I am correct. I hope looking into Odium's Datacron helped perk your interest in the rarities of the Force."

(I'm not sure why this never posted..I tried the day I got the tag.)

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[OOC: It's okay Daemos. :D]

"Yes Master. They are coming now." Ayra turned her gaze to the new comer. "Northstar, welcome." Her eyes turned to Broorn. "Sabor as well. At least you found your way here." Her eyes found Pandeima next. "These, other than Tyrin, are the individuals I have recruited..." She stepped beside Pandeima. "You're in charge."
 
The criminal took a sip of his alcoholic beverage, shaking his head. "I ain't takin' orders from no one, as you said...I "got to do a few favors". Y'all got a problem with that y'all can speak up", He said, anger in his voice. He chugged down the rest of his whiskey, tossing the bottle which shattered it in the process. He then slowly removed a cigar, resting it on his lips. He then removed a lighter, igniting the spice which was packed into the cigar.

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Matreya

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"I have issues with that." Ergast snarled, unheard by the rest, and so in his stead Damien repeated the words, "There are some less known here, that have issues with one coming to another's call with no intention of following orders given. I'm well past 2 millennia in age, yet I acknowledge these two as superiors and will listen when required of me. If someone whose been an adult longer then the average family tree exists is ok with that, why do you feel any different? What gives you the right?"

Choosing to ignore any reply that came after, Damien turned his gaze towards Ayra, "Rag tag team we have here. Any other's coming?"

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"One other. Served me for a time as a Moff in the New Order. He is very efficient and proficient in the dark side, so he will be a valuable... ally for the times ahead." Her eyes turned to Broorn. "Sabor here was a petty criminal up until I found him. He made some trouble on Chandrila recently and owes me a debt of gratitude, as well as a hefty sum of credits. Again, he should prove to be valuable, provided he can keep his tongue shut."

She clicked her fingers. The Force took the cigar and accelerated the process of the burning. Spice and tobacco exploded in Broorn's fingers. Ayra pointed her hand in a threatening manner. "You may not like the circumstances that you find yourself in, Broorn, but allow me to remind you that if it were not for us..." Ayra gestured to the other woman, Pandeima. "...You would be in a prison cell with nothing to look forward too other than ten, long years of watching four walls. You serve us and you will treat us with the fear that we deserve."

"One more snide comment and I will kill you."

Her eyes turned to Daemos. "The datacron you provided will prove to be beneficial for myself and my Master. But we are yet to uncover it's contents. That will come much later." Ayra turned to Pandeima. "Master, I believe we should push on and continue our plans. We may need to rebuild the building that Plagueis used here for the upcoming Gatherings that we'll be hosting."
 

Grimm

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Alex was invited to attend some sort of meeting with his partner, Miss Alicia. Yet, he was wary of her since his visit to her opening day and how she might be some sort of force user. It was only a thought, not yet confirmed.....but he knew better than not to be prepared. He had brought two guards with him, one carrying a rifle and the other a blaster. His weapons hidden on his body were knives and two blasters tucked under the back of his shirt, Plus a few EMP bombs for pesky droids.

Once he had reached the location, he would touch down and load off with his guards staying behind to cover the ship. Something was odd, this feeling of indifference as he walked into the room that everyone was in. Possibility might have made a wrong turn, when he came into contact with a group of individuals that were not the norm.

Looking around at everyone, he only knew two person. The old man that had ties with his family, why was he doing here? The one blue guy that was caught causing trouble at the store, why is he out of prison? He didn't say much else to anyone and tried to back away from the scene like he was never there. What the hell was going on.

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"I ain't afraid of no woman", He said, anger in his voice once the cigar exploded onto his trench coat. "I ain't 'fraid of any of y'all", He said, his anger building up. "Watch my tongue? Watch yours, lady!" He said, spitting on the ground. "You'll kill me? Ya couldn't even get me on the fethin' ground. Ya can't even fight!"

(I apologize to anyone that was offended by my character's sexist comments. I do not share these feelings and just roleplaying my character, who is the scum of the earth.)

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Nyxie

【夢狐】
Ashe the Reaper, they used to call her; that name had slowly faded to obscurity as the vixen's activity in the face of the public had declined. Her search for the Ankarres Sapphire had again been put on hold and all of her other short-term endeavors had seemingly fallen off. She'd all but disowned the Mandalorians at this point and had mitigated her responsibilities in the Confederacy to minimal input levels. Had it been truly up to her, she'd have retired completely. Fate and her bloodlust of the one known as Ayra had different plans.
Seemingly manifesting itself from a ball of vivid blue flame, the body of the tailed woman emerged, each footfall silent as a feather. Though her silks were the same as ever, they carried an unearthly drab look about them that darkened the mood around her. Only bells around her ankles and chains at her calves and wrists ever gave hint to her presence. Humbly, cradled in her hands and leaned over her right shoulder, the Nameless Blade was covetously held.
Perhaps she had been there all along.
The mouth of the vixen opened part way, her voice ready to speak out a word, only to cut itself short of a murmur to curl into a subtle but vicious smile, fangs abound behind maroon-painted lips. Instead, fires rose like wisps from her aura and a strange sort of blanketing ethereal voice lit the area for all to hear.
Men without fear in their hearts are ignorant fools; learn fast, you will live longer. Ayra can attest.
One arm left the massive blade to slowly wrap around Pandeima's own for a moment as Ashelotte approached and slowly pirouetted to face the crowd once more, her fluffy tails spinning behind as she did. It was clearly obvious by then, Ashe had and needed no master. How others would receive this would be... interesting to say the least.
For the first time at all, Ashe had mustered the reservation not to blanket her fiance and soon-to-be wife in cuddles and affection. Her presence alone and Ayra's positioned inability to contest it without clear insubordination was message enough; Ashe thrived on it.
So, dear, what would you have me do this day?
She asked her fiance. A mental note also passed, to omit any mention or knowledge of the two having a daughter and a family; that this life was not for young Saera's loving and easily corruptible heart, making it quite clear Ashe's intentions were no longer truly just to serve the Siths' darker ends.

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"What a motley crew we have here... My apprentice, a Dark Acolyte, a criminal, a man once critically carved, and my firefox of a fiance." She smirked. "All of you are here to serve the Order of Sith Lords, in one fashion or another. To do this, though, we will require a place no one can track us to. A place no one can bring spy ships or an investigative task force to. That place is Otherspace." She paused, activating a holoprojector that showed a swirling, nebula-like expanse.

"What Otherspace is exactly, we don't know. What we do know, however, is that it is almost entirely devoid of life. The only species in Otherspace are the Charon, a spider-like species with biotech starships. I believe we can use the vast resources of Otherspace to build ourselves an army more than capable of conquering the galaxy, since all planets there are devoid of life, but still rich with minerals and resources. But to do this... We're going to have to get some work done."

A new holoimage appeared. "We need an Otherspace drive. That's all. A hyperspace drive is sufficient to leave, but we need something to let us get in, scout the place out. Any suggestions as to how we should get an Otherspace drive?"
 
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A dark concept, one worthy of a brilliant mind. Darth Ayra considered her Master with an impassive look, but impressed nonetheless. She gestured to the gathering. "I've learned from experience that Ashe here cannot be ruled, other than yourself, Master." Circling around, Ayra moved center to the circle. "But I believe that our plans can be executed here on Sojourn. A platform for our development and subsequent access to otherspace, where we will begin our plot in earnest."

She turned to face Pandeima. "We're here to serve you, my Lord. Some of us have been forced, others are willing. Nonetheless, we are now at your mercy."
 
Having sat for quite a while and toying with an object in her utility belt, Ardana raised her head at this speech made by Ayra. She raised her head to speak: "Although Darth Pandeima may have her visions for the future, I believe some of us are not here simply to do her bidding. I for one am interested in a greater glory for the galaxy, one in which it is ruled by the order and power of like-minded sith such as ourselves." As they turned to her, she lowered her head and went back to her activity and added "With respect, my lords".

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"We will require several things." At first, she turned to look at her apprentice, the one her fiance had tried to kill mercilessly. "From you, Alicia, I need an Otherspace drive. From our Twee Acolyte, I will need the bones of the dead. Complete skeletons - nothing less, or else what I have planned will not work. Broorn, get me some lightsaber crystals. Bulk amount, good enough quality to work in a blade. Daemos - there is a holocron in the ruins of the Sith laboratory on Thule. Important research for what I have planned is located there. There should also be a scroll with some indecipherable writing on it - bring that here too."

She then turned to her wife. "And I saved the last for you, darling. I need you to retrieve a suit of alchemized Sith armor from the chasms of Malachor V. Any research you find there will as well be quite useful too."

Turning away, she smiled. "This is what we require to grow stronger. To reach the position of true dominance in the galaxy - and Chaos take me if we do not succeed! You are dismissed."
 

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