Faction Shadows of Ascension | SO/SAO

[Darth Callidus]

Tags: Darth Imperius Alina Tremiru Ellissanthia Quinn Varanin Astrid pentoghast Lirka Ka Serina Calis Credius Nargath Tamsin Graves Zanami

The throne of Darth Callidus loomed above the Umbral Claw's bridge like a dark specter, a throne of command and calculation. The Sith Lord sat motionless, her amber eyes fixed on the unfolding chaos below. Waystation Oasis, once a bastion of peace and cooperation, now lay strangled by violence, its corridors painted in blood and fire. She could feel the turmoil through the Force—the confusion, the rage, the despair. Each pulse of agony strengthened her connection to the Dark Side, the Seed of Rage blossoming into its final, exquisite form.

But her focus was not solely on the chaos. Deep within the station, in the ruins of the Jedi chapterhouse, ancient artifacts and relics lay buried—secrets of the Order that the Sith had long sought to uncover and destroy. It was those artifacts that held her interest, shimmering in her mind like stars in the void. Their potential was boundless: knowledge, power, or perhaps even tools to twist and corrupt in service to her will.

A voice broke the silence. "My Lord, another shuttle has been launched from Dock Cresh," reported a bridge officer.

Darth Callidus tilted her head slightly, her gaze unwavering as she spoke. "Destroy it."

The order was simple, final. Crimson turbolaser fire erupted from the Umbral Claw, tearing through the shuttle as it tried to flee. The explosion scattered fragments across the void, another futile attempt extinguished. No one would escape the station. No one would carry word of the experiment beyond this sector.

Her eyes flicked to the main display, tracking the chaos below. The chapterhouse's location burned like a beacon in her mind. Artifacts of the Jedi were always guarded by layers of defense—physical, spiritual, and mental—but Waystation Oasis was crumbling. Those layers would weaken as the chaos deepened, and Callidus would claim what remained.

"My Lord," a communications officer interrupted cautiously. "We've detected multiple ships entering the sector. Signatures match those of Darth Imperius and his retinue."

Callidus allowed herself a small, sharp smile. So, the Dark Lord had finally arrived. His timing, as always, was impeccable. "Inform the crew to prepare for the arrival of Darth Imperius," she said, rising from her throne with a fluid grace. Her robes flowed like liquid shadow as she moved to the edge of the command dais, her gaze burning into the bridge officers below. "The Umbral Claw is to maintain readiness for his inspection. Ensure the Seed's results are logged and transmitted securely to the Dark Lords private databanks before he and our guests sets foot aboard this ship. Oh, and send a message to our other guests. No one is to set foot aboard the station until Darth Imperius instructs us to."

The officer bowed deeply and hurried off to relay her orders.

Callidus turned back to the viewport, her hands clasped behind her back. Waystation Oasis burned beneath her, a relic of the Jedi's misplaced idealism crumbling into ruin. The Force swirled with pain and fury, feeding her strength. The arrival of Darth Imperius would bring new layers of intrigue, new opportunities to prove her worth—or to manipulate the situation to her advantage.

Her eyes narrowed as her focus shifted once more to the chapterhouse. The relics were the key. If she could secure them before the Dark Lord's intervention, they would serve as a powerful bargaining chip—or perhaps a weapon in her own ascension. She might have to share some of them, but as long as she could get her hands on a few holocrons, then it would be a worthwhile thing. She only needed a few more before she could carry out the ritual...

As another explosion rippled across the station, Callidus felt the artifacts calling to her through the chaos. Her plans were in motion, her pieces moving across the board. Soon, the galaxy would learn that not even the Jedi's hidden sanctuaries could stand against the will of the Sith.

"Glory to the Sith Ascendant Order..."

 

[Darth Imperius]

Waystation Oasis | Mid Rim
Waystation Oasis is a relic space station at the edge of the Mid Rim. A waypoint for travellers, smugglers and refugees alike, it has been such since many centuries and the old hull shows its age. It has never been a place for criminals or villains, but rather those that are on the lawful side of the Galaxy, offering a sanctum for anyone that seeks it. The rusty corridors and squeaking floors though always had a certain charm to those that found their way there and made it their home, never really designed for warfare or defense, it originally was a warehouse, but very much was repurposed into a community housing.

It hadn't take long after its construction, that the Jedi built a chapterhouse in it and oversaw the operations as well as protection of the station while providing humanitarian aid to surrounding areas, and a Jedi Order staging area for further operations into the Outer Rim. Even rumored to have hosted or still host the so called Aegis Commission, a militant arm of the Jedi Order that operated closely with the Republic Military and now Alliance Defence Force. Through its conflicts with the Sith and kind of forgotten existence, the chapterhouse is said to guard some rarities and artifacts that use the remoteness and unimportance as primary line of defense.

Through a combination of bribery and shady characters, Darth Imperius has managed to bring his prototype of a Seed of Rage onto the station two weeks ago. Since then the station has descended into chaos. The Seed has taken a toll on the mental health of its inhabitants and has first made them annoyed, then agitated until it made them outright aggressive and violent, bringing forth their deepest and intrusive emotions and turned them into actions. Actions the Dark side favored.

Waystation Oasis is in utter chaos. Its inhabitants, old and young, male and female, human or alien, are in violent crisis, fighting for the sake of fighting, giving in to their worst impulses and turning the corridors, halls and hangars into bloody maelstroms of violence. Several cliques and groups are armed and fighting for supremacy.

Take the station and purge, maim or rescue the remnants of the population. Find the Seed of Rage.

The Jedi Chapterhouse should stand as a beacon against the terrors that haunt the station, but the few remaining Jedi are as affected by the terrible weapon as the rest and they are now more or less overlords over the station with only one or two holding out in the corners of their minds still shielded by the Light side.

Eradicate the Jedi and enter their Chapterhouse to find where they store their relics and artifacts. Find the Seed of Rage.

• Objective: I. Oasis Purged
• Tags:
  • Allied: Darth Callidus | Open
  • Adversary: PvE

The Dramath's Blood exited hyperspace, its spear-like shape and deep red hull gliding into the system that housed the Waystation. It was accompanied by three Terminus VII-class Destroyers, not a battlefleet, but a precaution to make sure that the system remained under a lockdown. The fast ships immediately spreading out to potential exit and entry points, guarding, laying in wait while the blood-colored star destroyer moved on. It was no coincidence that name and color aligned, nothing was a coincidence when it was regarding the Hand of the Heir.

And the Dark Lord of the Ascendant Order.

Darth Imperius stood on the bridge, overseeing the workings of the entombed crew-thralls. They were all organic and sentient beings once, but service to the Hand had degraded them to little more than droids with higher capacitators. None of their bodies actually was more organic than cyborg and they were working without tiring, without sleeping and without hesitation. Once burned out, they were replaced by another. It was a simple, passionless procedure.

"Incoming transmission from Lord Callidus. She is sending all data in regards to the Seeds, my Lord." The captain of the ship, High Captain Drakian Veyron, informed him. Not a ship-thrall like the others, he was a capable, nearly independent thinker and experienced commander chosen from the finest the Galaxies academies had to offer.

Imperius remained silent, acknowledging the information verbally shared after he had seen it already on the feed when it started arriving. Good. The data looked promising and it would not be a disappointment to him and the Sith Empire once he finished the actual Seeds. But that was a task for another day, now the problem at hand was to remove all who could reveal these rather sensitive secrets. Aside from those of the Sith Ascendant Order, nobody required to know what sparked the violence and chaos aboard Waystation Oasis.

To make sure of it and to retrieve the prototype, they had to get on board, eradicate every soul and return before blowing up the station. The idea to blow it up immediately was tempting but out of two reasons it was unwise. The first was, in Imperius' eyes, the more important one - they had to collect first hand information to see how affected the inhabitants were. Secondly, on request of Darth Callidus, the Jedi Chapterhouse apparently held some intriguing artifacts. A fine excuse and incentive to draw in more curious faces.

With a mind-impulse he opened a system wide channel, encrypted to suit Sith Empire standards and available to its loyal followers:

"Warriors of the Empire, I commend Darth Callidus for laying the groundwork for todays victory. Waystation Oasis is a fruit ripe for taking, a bloody harvest awaiting those that will set foot into its desecrated halls. Our purpose here today is two-fold. The inhabitants are in a frenzy, their minds burned by an artifact the Jedi were unwise to bring aboard, dooming the people they thought to protect. Hubris knows few excuses. We have come to take it for the Empire, eliminate the petty souls that dare stand in our way and vanquish the foolish Jedi that chose to reside on our threshold."

"Glory to the Sith Empire."

With that he ended his transmission and headed towards the hangar, accompanied by two Extremis Paladins and four Terminus Knights. A small force more than enough to silence every last being on the wayward space port and more. It was a purging mission just as it was to find the device he had crafted. He did not entirely care to lie about how it got here, but making the Jedi look idiotic, seemed like a more intrusive path than revealing his plans.

Equipment
| Lightsaber | Greatsword | Armor | Amulet | Shuttle |​

 

[Zanami]

Majesty - Ghost

Location: Ship ( Darth Imperius
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Darth Callidus / Alina Tremiru / Ellissanthia / Quinn Varanin
Astrid pentoghast / Lirka Ka / Serina Calis / Credius Nargath / Tamsin Graves

Deep in the coldest, darkest corner of the massive warship, away from the judgmental eyes of the others, Zanami sat crouched with legs folded over in complete silence, her eyes dancing whilst a war waged within her mind; the two specters vying for control. Every day to find solace and conformity in the madness that crept through the antiquated attic of her mind bore the mental scars of that internal struggle. Two-halves, one body. However, lately, another whispering voice emerged, to parlay with the other disembodied voice; or was it just a nightmare she had? But the blackouts, the carnage from the blackouts were real, unexplainable. And it frightened her. What had Mother and Father do to her?

"Why do you resist? Why won't you let me in?"

The voice, that secondary voice unlike the first voice she heard so often, manifested in the darkness; prompting her to leap to her feet, drawing her hilt from her waist belt, eyes scanning the darkness. Empty, quiet, only her. The voice was in her head, another one she thought, dropping her hilt to the floor. "Go away! Leave me alone," she screamed into the gloominess of her hidden sanctuary, recognizing her own voice, that creepy voice that reverberated from her when she spoke. What did Mother and Father do to her?

"Leave you alone? Sweet child I've only arrived."

Her eyes flickered, the colors changing from brown to red. The claws on her right hand began to extend, then in blinding speed drove into the side of the wall; digging deep and began dragging slowly in tandem to her steps. From her own throat, in that voice again but it was not her, Zanami was gone replaced by the first, spoke in a menacingly tone, "She is my child, and will always be mine."

Further down the corridor, though not too far off, a maintenance worker stood rigid, and cringing dropped his hydrospanner, his ears catching that one singular, disturbing voice: but in three different tones. Then before his wavering eyes, one figure emerged from the shadows; that young teenage girl he allowed to sleep down here, for reasons he couldn't fathom why she chose such a location to call personal quarters. As the girl passed him, she gave him a pleasant smile that sent his nerves into shock, and his heart nearly exploded with fright when she said with one of those tones he recently heard and knew from this first meeting, "Thank you for letting me sleep here."

 

[Alina Tremiru]

It had been a while since Alina last heard of her family's lost artifacts. The attack, or weapon or whatever, had happened and a call had been intercepted for help. Help that would never arrive. The Sith idly took the controls of her Infiltrator as she angled her ship towards the remnants of the Jedi Temple. Chaos had already shattered most of it, though she had a feeling whatever Jedi remained were going to do their best to protect their charges.

Or they lost themselves to whatever this madness was. Either or.

She landed the ship herself, keeping the cloak active as she descended the ramp. Flying wasn't something she really enjoyed doing, but considering the nature of this threat here, this artifact that caused it, she couldn't have her normal pilot with her. Red eyes glanced about some of the dead bodies outside. Mutilated from sheer rage. ".. Fascinatingly powerful. We'll see how the Jedi handled it, I suppose."

Zanami | Darth Imperius | Darth Callidus

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Hangar Bay, Umbral Claw
Objective: II. Broken Aegis
Sub-Objective: Secure Texts, Relics, and Artifacts
Tag: Serina Calis

Ellissanthia stood waiting in the hangar bay as Sith, troopers, and various others made ready to board their transports. Given the way the previous raid had transpired, discipline now seemed tighter and more stringent. And yet, the sense of urgency and excitement remained, which the Undine took in with bated breath. A new and terrible weapon had been deployed, which had weakened the Jedi and the civilians aboard the station, at times reducing them to little more than slavering, bloodthirsty animals.

Unlike the raid on Sedesia, where the Sith had faced the Jedi at close to full strength, their enemy would now be at their weakest.

However, for Ellissanthia, the realization was as promising as it was concerning. Promising, by virtue of the fact that the raid represented a prime opportunity to seize artifacts, holocrons, and other relics from the chapterhouse while facing little in the way of substantial opposition. Concerning, for the fact that they had been unable to defeat the Jedi in a direct contest, as evidenced by the presumable defeat on Sedesia.

A slight frown came over her features as she contemplated whether that spoke to a particular weakness in the Sith of the Ascendant Order, or a deeper rot that ran beneath the entire modern Sith Order.

"Warriors of the Empire, I commend Darth Callidus for laying the groundwork for todays victory. Waystation Oasis is a fruit ripe for taking, a bloody harvest awaiting those that will set foot into its desecrated halls. Our purpose here today is two-fold. The inhabitants are in a frenzy, their minds burned by an artifact the Jedi were unwise to bring aboard, dooming the people they thought to protect. Hubris knows few excuses. We have come to take it for the Empire, eliminate the petty souls that dare stand in our way and vanquish the foolish Jedi that chose to reside on our threshold."

"Glory to the Sith Empire."

Fortunately, it was now the clear weakness of the Jedi which had sown the seeds of their defeat. Thus, after listening to the transmission, Ellissanthia donned her helmet and made her way up the boarding ramp of her assigned shuttle. Once inside, the Undine secured herself inside in the passenger bay and closed her eyes, drawing deep from the font of the lingering dark side energies made manifest by the Seed.

If all went according to plan, it would empower her and through the dark side, lead the Undine directly to her objective.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/U-06 Collapsing Mirrors
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/C-04 Dermal Hydration System
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • All White Coloring
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Breast
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Lirka Ka]

Objective: II
Tags: (Still looking for a partner) Darth Callidus Darth Imperius Alina Tremiru Ellissanthia Quinn Varanin Astrid pentoghast Serina Calis Tamsin Graves Credius Nargath Zanami

Admittedly, taking part in a smash-and-grab for Jedi trinkets wasn’t normally Lirka’s type of gig. Such things meant little to the Force-Dead-Freak, their operations an alien and unreachable thing. But what harm did taking a pretty bauble or two cause?

She was here on more pressing concerns anyway, information. After so long departed from the happenings of the Empire it paid to stick around and see what new players were entering the intricate game of Sith power structure. The lines could reform at any moment, and Lirka's fickle loyalty leading her into the hands of a new master should the ever-mighty-Carnifex fall from favor. But, such a day had not come yet, for today was a joyous day of blood and plunder.

The combat preparations were all but automatous now, as the sitrep from Darth Imperius reached her ears it sounded like she was going to be gifted by walking headfirst into a glorified slaughterhouse: a standard glorious Sith Imperial endeavor. An armored fist clanking against her breastplate, she lazily uttered her devotions. Had to at least attempt to keep some sort of decorum before drenching herself in gore.

"Empire eternal."

Stomping her way to the first broading craft she saw, Lirka hooked herself to a support, blade in hand, eagerly awaiting the go-ahead to launch into the fray: time to see what this new gaggle of Sithlings were made of.

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Hanger Bay, Umbral Claw
Tag: Ellissanthia
​

The hum of the hangar bay was a symphony of chaos—shuttles whined as they prepared for launch, the bark of orders and the clatter of boots echoed off metallic walls, and the pervasive energy of anticipation hung heavy in the air. Amid the organized pandemonium, a figure emerged from the shadows, flanked by a retinue of guards whose distinct armor drew the attention of all who beheld them.

Serina Calis strode forward, her movements fluid yet commanding, the flowing edges of her dark, angular cape swaying behind her. Her golden blonde hair spilled from the confines of her deep hood, the soft waves catching the harsh hangar light. She was clad in the imposing regalia of her station—sleek, layered armor that glowed faintly with pulsating crimson and magenta accents, each line and edge a tribute to the dangerous elegance she exuded. The armor accentuated her serpentine grace, while her piercing blue eyes scanned the bay, sharp and calculating beneath the hood's shadow.

Behind her, the guards of House Calis stood as a living testament to a bygone era. Their armor was a precise and reverent replication of the Old-Republic troopers of the era of Revan and Malak. Yet these were no relics; each guard carried advanced weaponry and moved with the disciplined precision of seasoned soldiers. Their presence was anachronistic yet awe-inspiring, like ghosts from history brought to life. Every detail of their appearance screamed purpose, power, and a connection to something greater—though none present would dare question their allegiance.

Serina advanced toward one of the shuttles, her gait unhurried but deliberate. A Kainate officer moved to intercept her, his expression flickering between confusion and apprehension as his gaze flicked from her to the guards behind her. His hand instinctively went to his datapad, likely preparing to demand identification.

"Authorization from Governor Vax." Serina's voice cut through the din, smooth and unwavering, spoken with the authority of someone who did not expect to be questioned. The officer froze, the name alone enough to silence any protests he might have mustered. With a stiff nod, he stepped aside, muttering an acknowledgment.

"Of course, my lady. You're cleared for the mission."

Serina offered him no further acknowledgment, striding past him with her guards in tow. Her eyes swept over the assembled Sith and troopers preparing to board the shuttles. Among them, she could feel the ripples of the Dark Side emanating from the likes of Ellissanthia and others—an undercurrent of raw potential, fear, and ambition that swirled like a storm in the Force. The Seed of Rage-as her informants called it-would affect them given enough time, amplifying the darkness within each soul on that station and pushing them toward the brink.

For Serina, the mission was clear. She was here under the guise of aiding the Sith in their conquest of Waystation Oasis, but her true goals lay beyond their limited imaginations. The relics and artifacts hidden within the Jedi Chapterhouse were the prize she sought, fragments of ancient light side knowledge and power that could further her ambitions. As for the Seed of Rage? If it proved useful, she would ensure it remained intact. If not, she would let it burn. She did not know what it truly was, further study would be required. Her guards were given the task to capture any trained Jedi and to preserve them for Serina's own dark desires.

She paused just short of her assigned shuttle, her gaze briefly lingering on the figures moving within the hangar. One, in particular, caught her attention—a smaller woman whose distinct aura marked her as something apart from the rest. The Undine stood out not for her stature but for the immense, chaotic energy coiled within her. Serina's lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile as she observed her. This one had power, raw and untamed, like a storm waiting to be unleashed. But she was clearly unrefined, unsure of her place among the Sith and their servants.

Perfect.

Serina turned her attention back to the shuttle, boarding with her guards close behind. The passenger bay was already half-full, but her presence commanded immediate deference. Sith and troopers alike shifted uncomfortably, making room for her and her entourage. She took her seat near the back, resting her gauntleted hands on her knees as the guards took positions flanking her, their silent vigilance unbroken.

As the shuttle's engines roared to life and the vessel began to lift off, Serina opened her eyes, her expression calm and unreadable. She glanced once more at the Undine boarded the shuttle, her mind already working through the steps of her plan. This mission would serve her purposes in more ways than one. The artifacts would be hers, and this young Adept—Ellissanthia as the whispers named her—might prove to be an invaluable tool, shaped and honed to serve her greater vision. Serina opened with a simple question, open ended enough that no one made assumptions, but directed vocally to Ellissanthia.

"Why do the Jedi win?"

 

[Credius Nargath]

Loadout: See Signature
TAG: Darth Imperius | Darth Callidus | Lirka Ka | Serina Calis | Ellissanthia

Bow Down

​

The Usurper exited hyperspace near waystation, the massive presence of the ship looming over the Umbral Claw, as three more Keres class destroyers managed to exit hyperspace after the large battlecruiser, those who knew what these ships represented and who these ships carried knew to be wary of whatever move these ships would make and more importantly the one who was residing within the largest vessel of the four; the Lord of Hunger: Credius Nargath...

As the four ships slowed down and started to end up in a clockwise orbit around waystation, with the Usurper slowly creeping over the Umbral claw and darkening the entire vessel underneath its looming shadow, from within the bowels of the massive dictator II- class battlecruiser, the Lord of Hunger utilized the force itself to act as his guide, his vision and his ears, he could hear the voices of hundreds, if not thousands within the Force, like a maelstrom of negative emotions, of hatred and of rage. It was jarring to hear, but delightful to see, the scent of an evergrowing concentration of darkness within the force, it was naught but the most delectable stench to a monster whose very existence had started to depends on the concentration of the Force itself.

He could hear the voice of Darth Imperius , the promise of victory and power, but while it was tempting, all the man said could be boiled down to something much, MUCH more interesting. The thing which had been causing the dark side to exponentially groiw beyond its limits aboard the waystation oasis...it was something he wanted, something the Lord of Hunger desired above all else: a tool to further strengthen himself, to riped the fruits within the force for his own benefit...he wanted that which stood as the cause for this chaos and anarchy within the station.

As he slowly emerged from the darkness within his private chambers, surrounded by the esotheric fog of his ever continuing experiments utilizing Sith Sorcery and Nightsister magicks, Credius withered hand reached for a robe, covering himself as his other hand reached for a mask with red visors to cover his face. One by one, the Sceleratii: his guard droids would enter his room, piece by piece assembling his armor and finishing it all with the attachment of the long purple and golden cape.

"Send some cohorts down with the HASS pods," The Monstrous man let out a cough as he placed the mask in front of his disfigured face, the oxygen supply system hissing and whirring as it came to life upon having connected t the mask. "Hail Darth Callidus... I require to know what is going on exactly."

As such, the Usurper would do two things: try and establish a connection with the Umbral Claw and then the Sith lord Callidus herself and launch a dozen of HASS drop pods towards the way station, having the metal cocoons bury themselves deep within the spacestation and unleashing the droids within to effectively assess the situation and report their findings to the Lord of Hunger himself.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Location: Waystation Oasis
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber | Circlet of Projection
Tags: Open

The cloak hood pulled tightly down over the eyes so no one could look the diminutive figure directly in the eyes as she hung back in a corner away from people. Her cloaked ship had touched down moments ago something had called her to this station. Something from her past, something she deeply coveted but had lost to the Jedi. How it got here to this place well this was where they stored relics and artifacts. She needed it if she was to complete what she had started a long time ago.

The girl slept unaware that demon had taken over and brought her here on their way home from Susevfi. The demon dampened the effects of the blood trail between the girl and her master. It was a way to cause a bit of suffering and punishment for the master to make her think her apprentice was dead. It reveled in the thought of racking the master with guilt and pain while it did what needed to do.

She moved forward into the station small, diminutive unnoticeable. As the Demon walked forward it could feel the forces converging on this place. The excitement of Chaos empowering it, it thrived on the chaos, carnage and destruction this place brought. It made it stronger as it felt the darkside flowing through its veins, it hadn't felt this much power in sometime. Soon they would whole once more, and the Galaxy would feel their presence once more.

Rage and madness infected this place but the demon was already mad so its mind would not break in a place like this. The death, the brutality, and bloodstains on the walls drew no mind to the demon it felt like home to it. It was a beautiful masterpiece, art only the most sadistic could create. She continued on her way to the destination that was calling to her like a siren.

 

[Darth Callidus]

Tags: Open to Objective 2, about to enter the Chapterhouse

The air inside the station was suffocating, thick with the acrid scent of blood and charred metal. Darth Callidus moved with deliberate precision, her twin lightsabers igniting in her hands with a hiss of crimson light that cast sharp shadows along the decrepit corridors. The Force was alive here, a swirling maelstrom of fear, rage, and despair that amplified her presence. Every scream, every frantic gasp for air, was a symphony of suffering, feeding the darkness that surrounded her like a shroud.

The madness wrought by the Seed of Rage had reached its zenith. The station's inhabitants—those who hadn't succumbed to their most primal instincts—now threw themselves at her with wild abandon. Civilians, station workers, and even armed security personnel lunged at her with improvised weapons and bare hands, their faces twisted in unrecognizable fury.

Callidus moved like a wraith through the chaos, her sabers humming as they carved arcs of lethal precision. A man lunged at her with a jagged piece of scrap metal, only to be bisected in a single fluid motion. A woman, her face streaked with blood, screamed as she hurled herself at the Sith Lord, only to be lifted into the air by an unseen hand and flung against the far wall with a sickening crunch.

The Force rippled with each act of violence, and Callidus savored the sensation. This was the purity of the Dark Side—unrestrained, chaotic, and devastatingly beautiful.

Her commlink crackled to life. "My Lord," came the voice of an officer aboard the Umbral Claw, "the Usurper has entered the system. Lord Nargath requests a report and seeks to make contact."

Callidus allowed herself a thin, humorless smile as she stepped over the bodies of her attackers. "Patch him through," she said, her voice calm and icy. "And ensure Darth Imperius is aware of our progress. The artifacts are close, and I will not tolerate interference—intentional or otherwise. I do not believe the Seed is within the Chapterhouse, however. I do not sense its particular presence in the Force."

She halted briefly, her glowing amber eyes narrowing as she gazed down a blood-smeared corridor. Eviscerating a rodian that flew at her from a darkened doorway, she activated her comm link and connected it the Lord of Hunger. "Lord Credius, it is a...pleasure to hear you particular voice again. The Sith Ascendant Order, and the Sith Order as a whole, have come to this station following the deployment of Darth Imperiuss new weapon. We are now in the station to see the results ourselves, and to deal with the lingering remnants of the crew and Jedi that were here."

The transmission ended, leaving Callidus alone once more with the chaos around her. She left out some of the details regarding the actual Seed of Rage. That was something that she figured were better left said by Imperius himself. She resumed her pace, her sabers deactivating as she clipped them to her belt. Her path led her closer to the Jedi chapterhouse, where the artifacts awaited—priceless remnants of the Light, ripe for corruption or destruction.

Ahead of her, the madness continued unabated. Yet, through the Force, she could feel the presence of others—Sith and dark entities converging on the same prize. Zanami's fractured psyche, Alina's calculated hunger, and Ellissanthia's raw ambition echoed faintly, interwoven with the madness of the station. Each was a potential rival, but each could also be a tool, given the right pressure.

Callidus allowed herself a faint smile. Let them come. The relics would be hers, and through them, her power would grow. As for the others… chaos had a way of sorting the strong from the weak. She did not expect to claim every relic, but there was one in particular she could not afford to lose.

As she approached the sealed doors of the chapterhouse, her senses sharpened. She could feel the artifacts behind them, radiating faint traces of the Light. But the Seed's corruption had tainted even this sanctuary.

Placing a hand against the cold durasteel, she reached out with the Force, a tendril of her power snaking through the mechanisms of the lock. It groaned in protest before giving way, the door sliding open with a hiss. Callidus stepped inside, her gaze sweeping the dimly lit chamber. The artifacts lay scattered across the room, their faint aura of purity almost drowned beneath the overwhelming tide of darkness.

The Jedi's sanctum had fallen, as all sanctums did. Now, it was theirs to claim. Or so she thought. As she reached out towards the door, the familiar snap hiss of a lightsaber erupted to her side, and on reflex, her own blade sprang to life to stop the descending blue blade. Sparks flared, but the sound of blade against blade was drowned out as Callidus came face to face with a blood streaked man. He wore the robes of a Jedi, but everything else about his said that it was impossible. She felt rage radiating off of the Jedi, rage unrelenting. The man screamed, spittle and blood smattering against Callidus as she shoved the man back.

So, the Jedi had survived.

 

[Zanami]

Majesty - Ghost

Location: Waystation Oasis - Jedi Chapterhouse (enroute)
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Lirka Ka

Hands folded together, placed in front of her resting just above her waist, with innocent eyes staring straight out in almost nothingness, whilst a trooper continued cutting through one of the sealed doors that led into the station from the hanger. The door, sturdy and defiant, was spewing into the air a mixture of red and orange sparks, that reflected eerily in her eyes; with those behind that catatonic stare vied for control. For now, she was herself; barely.

With a heavy thud that echoed down the singular designed corridor, the door fell helplessly backward, introducing itself to the floor it shared so many bountiful years with, allowing the first wave of troops to storm through like hive-minded insects. The smell of discharged energy, coupled with white cloud-like smoke, from spent blaster fire filled the corridor with an aroma of chaos. Zanami stepped through the makeshift opening, eyes darting around the mayhem ahead, a small snarl curing on her lips.

Her feet, as if being governed through invisible wires manipulated by an unseen marionettist. glided through the carnage with each step calculated; eyes locked on the door stationed at the end of the corridor without even a blink or shift from those glassy orbs. The door, when she reached it, was quietly sliding back and forth, not allowed to close due to the dead body caught in the threshold, stood holding back the answers she came to ransack from the Jedi Chapterhouse.

"Jedi!"

It took but one word, two syllables from a voice up ahead that caused those eyes to slide back into reality, a grim smile creeping slowly into existence. Proceeded by a snap-hiss, the translucent blade from the imbued ghostfire crystal emerged, her hands gripping the hilt tight; and those eyes changed from innocence to madness a split second before she charged down the corridor, where the Chapterhouse waited for her arrival.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Alina's gaze lifted as she heard the door open. She was seated atop what she assumed was the head archivists desk while said archivist was scrounging around, collecting the information she needed. Which artifacts had been recovered from Dromund Kaas. From her family's estate. The others would be a bonus, surely, but she wasn't about to try and lay claim to them all with so many Sith on their way to take them.

The archivist was struggling, considering they were missing half their torso. She'd found them dead, ruined likely in the initial surge. A bit of Anima, and she brought them back. At least the body. A ghoul who's surface memories were enough to let her in.

"Darth Callidus, yes? Did you find anything interesting for yourself yet?"

She flashed a fanged smile, reaching over to idly pat the top of the archivist's head. "I might be able to point you in the right direction if you'd like~"

Darth Callidus

 

[Astrid pentoghast]

Objective 2
Tags: open for partner
Equipment: Liber infernalis /dead jedis lightsabers

Astrid had never put much faith in men thus why when others where cheering hail Darth Imperius Astrid just stood there she was here for artifacts of the jedi and to potentially find this object that drove so many to rage it peaked her interest. The nightsister saw it as a win if she got either but both would be superb as she teleported from the main ship used to the station on a poof of green smoke walking the halls Astrid sensed and reveled in the death and chaos. Feeling it letting it course through her veins and empower her own power as she grabbed the minds of those that the seed of rage claimed.

Clearing them out of her own way as she quickly made her way to the jedi safe house those within would sense a cold electricity as if in a blizzard with high amounts of static surging in the air. As she walked through the temple she sensed Darth Callidus and Alina Tremiru the nightsister wasn't sure what she was looking for but her silent lesser machinations where ever changing. Ever present but changing with lifes demands as needed as she walked past the archivist office something was calling to her and so he listened to its call like a sailor drawn to a sirens call.

As the nightsister walked she heard the sound of a lightsaber ignite behind her as she stopped the jedi in her tracks as she turned the jedi had a look of maddening rage in her eyes. But Astrid fueled by the carnage the hate the rage of the station had forced her way into the female twi'leks mind controlling her body keeping the twilek mid swing Astrid could sense the jedis muscles tensing trying to hold the stance Astrid forced her body to take as Astrid walked up. As she plunged her will her malice and her will to dominate into the jedi searching for anything of value.

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Hangar Bay, Waystation Oasis
Objective: II. Broken Aegis
Sub-Objective: Secure Texts, Relics, and Artifacts
Tag: Serina Calis

The figure that entered the shuttle along with her retinue of personal guards immediately drew Ellissanthia’s attention as she stepped inside. Casting a brief, furtive glance towards her, the Undine’s eyes described a woman with golden blonde locks beneath a dark hood, her form clad in sleek, layered armored inlaid with crimson and magenta highlights. In doing so, she registered the movements and shifting of others as they allowed the woman to pass, her manner one of refined elegance and grace. For a moment, she contemplated whether or not the woman was a Sith. However, the outfits of her personal guard seemed to speak otherwise.

It was only seconds later that the woman sat down next to her, causing Ellissanthia’s webbed, pointed ears to give a slight, involuntary twitch.

As the shuttle's engines roared to life and the vessel began to lift off, Serina opened her eyes, her expression calm and unreadable. She glanced once more at the Undine boarded the shuttle, her mind already working through the steps of her plan. This mission would serve her purposes in more ways than one. The artifacts would be hers, and this young Adept—Ellissanthia as the whispers named her—might prove to be an invaluable tool, shaped and honed to serve her greater vision. Serina opened with a simple question, open ended enough that no one made assumptions, but directed vocally to Ellissanthia.

"Why do the Jedi win?"

Ellissanthia blinked, then turned her helmet transparent with a mental impulse, at which point the device revealed the full spectrum of her features—webbed ears, bluish purple hair, and a defined, heart-shaped visage. As the shuttle took off into the void, the Undine casted her gaze towards the blonde-haired woman, whose question lingered in her mind as a delicate touch on an outstretched finger.

“You speak of Jedi victory as if it is inevitable.” Ellissanthia answered, her tone a delicate soprano flutter with the rising lilt of a respectful challenge in her words. In doing so, she refrained from addressing the woman with any sort of title, instead only giving a slight nod of her head, acknowledging a figure of uncertain standing in relation to her own. “Have you known defeat at Jedi hands?” The Undine inquired. “Have you known victory?” She added.

All the while, the shuttle quickly came up on the station, before decelerating with a gentle lurch as it breached the magnetic field to enter the hangar bay. Then, when the vessel came to a halt, Ellissanthia quickly undid her restraints before standing up from her seat. She moved with the blonde-haired woman and her escort to exit the vessel, her eyes catching sight of a number of grotesquely mutilated bodies as she stepped into the station’s hangar bay. There was even one body displayed in grim effigy upon a makeshift cross constructed out of starship parts and spare metal. The unfortunate figure nailed to it—a male Gungan—registered as absent life signs in the Undine’s HUD. However, the body remained fresh, indicative of death having transpired perhaps only hours or minutes before.

“Inevitable..." Ellissanthia spoke softly to herself as she gazed upon the body, in a tone that was just barely audible amidst the silence.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/U-06 Collapsing Mirrors
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/C-04 Dermal Hydration System
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • All White Coloring
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Breast
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Lirka Ka]

All things moved as Lirka expected, her boarding craft launched through the howling aether of space before making contact with the station. Troopers disgorged, and death followed in their wake. A classical endeavor that Lirka paid little heed, the weak and crazed masses they encountered were given little quarter, nay even any respect from the hulking beast: they were shattered with fists alone. Made things somewhat interesting.

As they ventured deeper into the station, a stern march till they'd finally reach the chapterhouse that represented the bountiful offerings of Jedi plunder. Lirka prattled along to the warriors, the idle devotions of a commander rallying men to the slaughter.

"Forward, warriors of the Empire! See how the rabbled crumbles before us as naught but dust in the wind, pathetic creatures unworthy to exist! Find your shots true, and your mercy alien! For these whelps deserve only the flame, foul things that consort with wretched Jedi!"

Like a damn propaganda film, at times Lirka felt it was almost unbecoming of her current stature. But, it paid to keep the troops as riled up as she could muster. Soon, they reached further and met the bulwark of a sealed door, the hiss of an energy cutter ringing through the hall as Lirka's glowing eyelenses fell upon Zanami

Hmmm, a Sithling Lirka did not recall. There were many of those now, and the youth offered a bounty of opportunity even greater than that of the Jedi's vaults. Unfortunately, her idle scheming was cut short by the thud of the blast door hitting the ground as the slaughter that followed. Stepping through, forced to duck her head so as to not slam her metal face on the frame. Her weapon unfurled, the electro-plasma filament along her machete's blade flaming to life as she entered into the killing field. Eyes trained on her Sith attendee as they moved through the hall, but then that magical word hit her eyes and Lirka's fire roared to life.

Yes, it was time to kill Jedi.

"For the glory of the Sith! We shall relieve the Jedi of their bountiful treasures, let us leave with each man's coffers overflowing!"

And with that, she was off. Paying little heed for her fellows anymore, a thundering beast of metal and servos slamming through the halls as they neared the Chapterhouse. Lirka had every intent in her wicked heart to be one of the first to enter the fray, and every intent to be one of the last to leave: rich in plunder.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Location: Waystation Oasis
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber | Circlet of Projection
Tags: Open

It headed for the chapterhouse the relic it was looking for called to, it would not leave here without. It would kill anyone who tried to deny them what was rightfully theirs, what the jedi had wrongfully taken from them. It could feel so many lives aboard this ship, dark, light, and neutral all clinging to so semblance of existence in the rage and madness of this place. It did not feel for them it did not care about them, their lives meaningless.

As it continued on as two men in robes step in its path. All they saw was a little girl standing in front of them head down eyes covered. They did not draw their weapons just yet not sure if they were looking at an innocent or one of those that had breached their sanctum. The demon in Tamsin's skin slowly raised its head the hood pulled over the eyes slid back to reveal burning sulfuric orange eyes staring back at them as a wicked grin cross the little girls face.

Her arms stretched out in front of her as if she was reaching out them or begging. Her palms up in the air with an open hand. Those oranges staring right through the two jedi like they weren't their, like they didn't even exist to what ever it was that stood before them in the guise of a little girl. They went for their sabers and the girl just close her hands into a fist and said the words. "hjärtförstörare." In a tongue specific to a dathomiri clan. Her fist clinched tightly, and her teeth gritted together.

The two jedi felt the gasped for air in an instant the sabers they grasped dropped from their hands to the grated floor below. Pain shot up through their arms and their faces began to turn purple. Blood stopped flowing through their bodies as the thing begore them force crushed their hearts. They dropped to their knees and then face planted into he floor dead before the little girl.

She just strode forward like they were nothing, her focus firm on her goal. She only stopped for a second between the two bodies and with the force brought the two sabers they had dropped to her hands and then continued on her way. She could feel the electricity in the air that that Astrid pentoghast created as she drew closer the reliquary and she could feel more darksiders also converging on the spot.

 

[Credius Nargath]

Loadout: See Signature
TAG: Darth Imperius | Darth Callidus | Lirka Ka | Serina Calis | Ellissanthia

Vision
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The Lord of hunger followed the progress of the drop pods just launched towards the waystation, all the while being given the signal that he had been patched through with Darth Callidus , instantly hearing her cold, calculated voice on the other end. "Lady Callidus, how kind of you to update me on the situation on the Waystation, though I will very much need to have my own observations of this... test. I have mobilized a battalion of droids to investigate the situation up close..."

As the HASS pods barelled into the waystation, the droids quickly came to understand the situation and by extension, so too would the Lord of Hunger. It did not take long for a first unit of the droids to simply be overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people with a case of serious rage, one so violent and unfocused that it looked like some sort of mass hysteria. The first images transmitted by the droids to the Usurper were rather disturbing to say the least: Even before the HASS pod's shell had opened, people both human and of other origin were tearing, clawing and gnawing at the reinforced metal plates covering the pod, tearing open the pod with such speed and ferocity that the droids had little to no time to enact their inate protection protocols, the videofeed coming through was...quite brutal. Shots were being fired, with the droids displaying professionalism of contracted killers, yet even so they couldn't stop themselves from being jumped on and torn apart by a mob of enraged people.

"Horrifying," One of the ensigns at the bridge remarked, turning their eyes away from what they were looking at, but on the other hand, the more senior officers looked at this display with keen interest. This was after all something none of them had seen before, for some it was fascinating to see how ordinary citizens could turn into monsters with what appeared to be some sort of mental removal of inhibitions.

"Simply outstanding,"Mr Pollux remarked as he watched the videofeed. "Imagine the carnage one could unleash if you had something akin to this to be used on my kin, master?"

"Unyielding rage, uncontrollable fury..." The Lord of Hunger's inhuman crimson and golden eyes widened, his aura leaking out as if he were a starving beast being face to face with a piece of the most delectable meat possible. What he witnessed was nothing short of genius, and it made him think. There were not many who could engineer something like this or to have any reason for something like this to exist. The sheer amount of power swelling around the Waystation was intoxicating, a concentration of the dark side so powerful and overwhelming that it was certain that this was done by a Sith. "Imperius... is responsible for this...quite remarkable."

Still, it didn't take long for more than one of the droid units to perish and be decimated, yet one of thelife feeds was...astounding. For what the entire bridge of the massive battlecruiser had to witness, was the most unthinkable of all: a female twi'lek drenched in so much blood that it was hard to see if she was red from the start or just covered in so much blood that there was no discernable way to see what color she truly had. yet the most fascinating thing about this twi'lek was the fact she was holding a green lightsaber.

"Now this...is interesting," The Lord of Hunger tilted his head a bit, reaching forward with his gloved hand towards the image of the Twi'lek. "A jedi...now, has she fallen to her inhibitions or not, has the light side even deigned it proper to protect her?"

As soon as he had spoken those words, the video feed showed this twi'lek woman dashing at an inhuman speed towards the droids, lashing out violently with her lightsaber, her face twisted and turned into an expression of pure hatred and rage, which combined with all the blood...made her look rather much like a sith having lost all control over their connection with the dark side.

"Eight units anihilated in less than five minutes, eight units of Arbalesk droids... while interesting, this is not getting us anywhere without on-site investigation," Credius snapped his fingers, with his personal guards; the Sceleratii gathering in full strength within a mere moment in front of him. "Time to have some up-close experience with this...extraordinary situation."

Waving with his hand through the air, the Lord of Hunger grunted as he could feel his energy being sapped as a dark fog started to form in front of him, swirling similarly to a rift, but smaller and more unstable. Within moments, the Sceleratii had stepped through the portal and He himself would follow last. Originally he thought to simply try and take down that twi'lek jedi he had seen to strengthen himself, but as he stepped out of his portal and revealed himself from behind his Sceleratii near the chapter house of the jedi, he could feel it and taste it...the very air itself thick with the Force, drenched in darkness and negativity.

"Now this...this is sublime," The air grew cold and icy as lights popped, glass shattered and the Lord of Hunger himself seemed to become much, MUCH more attuned to the force, drawing in so much of the negative energy the station was laden with.

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Waystation Oasis
Tag: Ellissanthia
​

The shuttle door hissed open, revealing the chaos that was Waystation Oasis. Serina stepped out into the hangar bay, her armored boots clicking softly against the durasteel floor as her House Calis guards formed a protective perimeter around her. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of burnt flesh, carried on a faint, sickly breeze that whispered of the Seed's dark influence. The dim lighting flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows across the scene of carnage before them.

Her blue eyes scanned the grim tableau, settling briefly on the grotesque effigy of the Gungan nailed to a makeshift cross. The mutilation was precise, intentional—a cruel mockery of life and a warning to all who entered. The sight brought no reaction to her features; her expression remained composed, inscrutable. It was not the first time she had witnessed such barbarity, nor would it be the last.

Ellissanthia's soft murmur reached Serina's ears, a single word repeated as if to grasp its meaning. Inevitable. Serina turned her head slightly, her hood casting deeper shadows across her face, and regarded the Undine with a subtle curiosity. The young Adept stood out amid the chaos, her bluish-purple hair and heart-shaped visage contrasting sharply against the grisly backdrop. She was an intriguing mixture of raw power and quiet vulnerability, a storm barely contained within a fragile vessel.

Serina stepped closer, her presence both commanding and deliberate, as if the air itself bent to accommodate her. She spoke in a voice that carried the weight of authority but also an unexpected warmth—a voice that could simultaneously inspire trust and demand submission.

"Inevitable," Serina repeated softly, as if savoring the word. Her gaze lingered on the effigy for a moment before returning to Ellissanthia. "It is a word with many meanings. To the Jedi, it is a promise of their eternal triumph. To the Sith, a declaration of their unyielding will. But here?" She gestured to the carnage around them with a faint motion of her hand. "Here, it is nothing more than a lie."

She let the silence hang for a moment, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. "This station, this... sanctuary of peace, has fallen to chaos not because of strength, nor because of weakness, but because the Dark Side demanded it. The Seed did not choose its victims for their virtues or their sins—it chose them because they existed. The only inevitability here is that all will kneel before its power or be consumed by it."

"The Jedi win because we fight on their terms."

Her words hung in the air like a dark promise, resonating with the malice that permeated the station. Yet, her tone softened as she turned her full attention to the Undine, stepping close enough to lower her voice so that only Ellissanthia could hear.

"You ask me if I have known defeat at the hands of the Jedi," she said, her voice now a near-whisper, intimate and laden with meaning. "I have known defeat, and I have known victory. Both are fleeting. Both are illusions, dictated by those who wield the power to shape their narratives. But I have learned that the only true victory is survival, and the only true defeat is irrelevance."

She paused, studying Ellissanthia's features, as if seeing something beyond the surface. "You have power—more than most. But I wonder... do you truly understand it? Do you understand what it means to hold the storm within you, to wield it not as a weapon but as an extension of yourself?"

Before the Undine could answer, Serina stepped past her, her guards following with military precision as she moved toward the corridor leading deeper into the station. "Come," she called back over her shoulder, her voice carrying a subtle command. "The artifacts you seek are waiting, and the Jedi who hoard them will not relinquish them without a fight. If you wish to know the truth of inevitability, it lies beyond these halls."

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Waystation Oasis
Objective: II. Broken Aegis
Sub-Objective: Secure Texts, Relics, and Artifacts
Tag: Serina Calis

Turning her attention away from the crucified Gungan, Ellissanthia found herself once more standing face-to-face with the blonde-haired woman, coaxing a sharp breath out from her lip. Nevertheless, she did not back down as the woman stepped closer, an action which gave further emphasis to the disparity between their heights in spite of the Undine’s considerably more buxom, voluptuous build. Thus, Ellissanthia was compelled to look up in order to meet the woman’s gaze while she spoke, their proximity both intimate and authoritative.

For a moment, Ellissanthia thought that she might challenge the woman's dominance. However, the Undine instead fell into a familiar pattern of submission as she listened to her words with a wide-eyed expression of interest. Victory and defeat as illusions were new understanding of the concepts to her, compelling her thoughts into activity as she considered the implications and logic of the woman’s statement.

From there, the woman spoke further, acknowledging Ellissanthia’s power in the Force and yet, speaking down to her in quite unmistakable fashion. And indeed, before the Undine could answer the question, the woman stepped past to head deeper into the station. Left standing there, Ellissanthia shook her head before following in the woman’s wake, disproportionately long legs allowing her to catch up within seconds, rather than being left behind.

“You have given me a lot to contemplate already.” Ellissanthia said as the corridor narrowed into a passageway, leading them out of the hangar bay and into the station proper. From there, the passageway lit up automatically as the group ventured deeper, indicative of the station still maintaining stable power in spite of the insanity that had seized its inhabitants. For her part, the Undine could feel the Seed’s effects, as dark suggestions pressed against the barriers of her mind. Fortunately, her innate attunement with the Dark Side and awareness of the Seed allowed her to better defend against it, whereas those within the station had been entirely ignorant of its presence and thus, rendered vulnerable.

“The Jedi have met defeat here because the Sith forced them to fight on their terms.” Ellissanthia continued, in reference to the woman’s earlier statement. “They can not muster the peace of mind, focus, and clarity necessary to channel the Light Side with the Seed so insistently pressing at their thoughts.” The Undine added. “Still, it...concerns me that we were seemingly unable to match the Jedi on Sedesia.” She gave a slight frown. “Our strength in the Dark Side alone should be enough to break the chains of the Force so as to impose our will over it. If we are unable to do that, what does that make us?” She questioned.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/U-06 Collapsing Mirrors
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/C-04 Dermal Hydration System
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • All White Coloring
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Breast
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: ???
Tag: Ellissanthia
​

As they moved deeper into the station, the flickering lights and distant sounds of chaos seemed to weave a tapestry of despair, a fitting stage for the unfolding of dark truths. Serina walked with a measured grace, her steps deliberate, each one a reminder of the authority she carried. The Undine's words reached her, a mixture of thoughtful contemplation and doubt, and she allowed herself a faint, enigmatic smile, though she did not turn to face Ellissanthia immediately.

She allowed the silence to linger for a few steps longer, as though measuring her response with the same precision she measured everything else. When she finally spoke, her voice was low, steady, and laced with a quiet intensity that demanded attention.

"You ask what it makes us if we cannot impose our will upon the Force, if we cannot crush the Jedi through sheer strength." Serina's tone was neither chastising nor condescending; it was the voice of a teacher leading a student toward a revelation. "It makes us mortal. Fallible. Bound by the same limitations that bind all beings, despite what we like to tell ourselves."

She paused, turning her head slightly to glance back at Ellissanthia, her blue eyes gleaming with an almost predatory curiosity. "The Jedi fell here not because of our strength, but because of their own weakness. The Seed does not crush the will—it corrodes it. It plants doubt, fear, rage... all the things they have spent lifetimes suppressing. It unravels them from within. That is why they cannot channel their precious Light. Their defeat here is not ours to claim—it is theirs to give."

Serina stopped walking, her guards halting in perfect unison behind her, their armor gleaming faintly in the flickering light. She turned to face Ellissanthia fully, her expression unreadable yet deeply intent. Her voice lowered, becoming almost conspiratorial as she continued.

"You misunderstand the nature of power, my dear Adept," she said, her tone softening, though it carried an undeniable edge. "Power is not brute strength. It is not the ability to crush your enemies with the Force alone or to dominate through violence and rage. Power is the ability to shape reality to your will, to turn chaos into order—or order into chaos. It is the mastery of influence, the understanding of when to strike and when to withhold your hand."

She stepped closer to Ellissanthia, close enough that her presence was impossible to ignore, yet not oppressive. Her gaze bore into the Undine's, as if seeking the very depths of her soul. "The Sith who rely solely on strength will fail, just as the Jedi who rely solely on peace and clarity will fall. True power lies in the ability to adapt, to exploit weakness, to use every tool at your disposal—even the flaws of others."

Her voice grew quieter, almost a whisper, yet it carried the weight of the Dark Side itself. "You feel the Seed pressing against your thoughts, don't you? That insidious whisper, that dark suggestion. It is a tool, a mirror. It does not create what is not already there. The Jedi fall to it because they deny their darkness, and when it is laid bare, they cannot stand against it. But we? We embrace it. We make it ours."

She straightened, her voice regaining its earlier intensity. "As for Sedesia... what does it matter? One battle, one failure, does not define us. If the Sith faltered there, it is because they forgot what makes us strong. Not anger. Not brute force. But the will to endure, to learn, to manipulate even our defeats into future victories."

Serina tilted her head slightly, her piercing gaze softening just enough to convey a faint glimmer of something resembling encouragement. "You have power. But do you have the will to wield it fully? To go beyond the illusions of strength and weakness and see the truth of what you are—and what you could become?"

She let the question hang in the air as she turned sharply, her cape flowing behind her as she resumed her stride deeper into the station. Her voice carried back over her shoulder, as sharp and precise as a blade. "If you do, then keep up. There is much to learn, and even more to take."