Private Sow and Reap

[Darth Imperius]

Nathema | Mount Syndor
Darth Caedes | Credius Nargath | Darth Moskvin​

The air was static, dense. A storm was brewing and swiftly riding towards the base of the mountain. While the world had recuperated some of its fauna and flora, the distant taste of the Dark side had never really left Nathema. The death inflicted here had been absolute, the atrocities committed, remorseless and its vision with few equals. There was a reason the Heir had chosen it as its base of operations, even though it was outside of actual Sith space. But it was far enough from his former realm and close enough to his new domain to work without interference. Especially since it was far away from the petty eyes of Jutrand and its cultists.

It was here that Darth Imperius had prepared everything for the final construction of the Seeds of Rage. Instead of finishing them on his own, he has opted for the idea to see if other Sith Lords are of capable mind and craft to support or even enhance his design with their own vision, own twist and own powers. Hence why he has called those that seemed to share an interest in his works to the roots of Mount Syndor, where a small prefab station had been erected, giving an impression of improvisation, rather than preparation. The prototype of the Seed recovered from Waystation Oasis was here as well, even though it was hidden in plain sight, a small voidstone suppressing its presence and a crate covering it.

Spread around though were three open forges that contained parts and materials to craft three more Seeds. It seemed quite pedestrian, even lackluster to craft in the open, with a storm coming and with cheap, prefab industrial means. But Imperius had his own vision. It was not the forge that made the item, but the smith. And it was no time for cheap tricks and lavish extravaganza. It was skill and knowledge that he expected to see. Nearby a corvette was landed, its hull resting and unmoved, but it contained some more ingredients if necessary. The smell of blood, fear and dirt that oozed from it, could even be smelled from a hundred meters away.

 

[Credius Nargath]

LOCATION: Nathema, Mount Syndor
OBJECTIVE: Meet with the others
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | The Usurper | The guards | The Enforcer
TAG: Darth Imperius | Darth Moskvin | Darth Caedes

Nathema, a world which from space may have looked like any other, one where after all this time a regrowth of plantlife had finally begun, where fauna started to once more begin its careful thread to recovery, yet also a world where every single force user could feel the ramifications of rituals that could and would break all boundaries, all natural laws within the galaxy. Yet even if the wound had begun to scar and perhaps slowly fade over time, the feeling of unease, of disconnection remained. Despite all of this, this world was holy, holier than Korriban, more important than Jutrand or Bastion. Nathema was a memory, a reminder that no matter how great the sith were, their entire existence throughout the ages, was built upon the legacy and vision of one of them, the only one who had managed to gain power of such magnitude that they could force the galaxy to its knees.

The request to come and see for himself the process of creation, if not to be part of the creation of a Seed of Rage himself, was one the Lord of Hunger could not refuse. His desire to quell his hunger, to control it for as long as his new body had yet to be created, these Seeds of Rage would form the perfect basis for a fuel, his fuel: life.

With the Usurper entering into a slow orbit around the planet, Credius decided to simply use one of the shuttles to drop him off at his convenience, deeming it a waste of energy to utilize the portals just to travel to the planet's surface...not to mention the Lord of Hunger had no idea how well that would have gone with the Wound's interference still in play.

Two things he had brought with him, a very rare sample of a compound created from his own mutated blood, further enhanced and mutated through science, the Glimmering Oil, while he also brought with him a relatively large piece of the N&Z's Sanguinite Artificial Kybercrystals, this was not for himself though...it was as a payment, a promise to Darth Imperius whose intellect and strength Credius started to acknowledge and appreciate...

"Greetings, Lord Imperius," Draped in his usual covering crimson cloak, the black undergarments and the mask, the Lord of Hunger looked like he always did, but the most recent events seemed to have given him some spring in his step...a youthful vibrancy he did not have before...​

 

[Darth Callidus]

Tags: Darth Imperius Credius Nargath Darth Moskvin Darth Caedes (Joined by invitation)

Darth Callidus arrived in silence, a specter wreathed in shadow and crimson. The storm had not yet broken, but the air crackled with its inevitability—much like the gathering of Sith here. The energy of Nathema clawed at the edges of her awareness, a ghostly whisper of a past atrocity that had not yet faded. It amused her that this world, a wound carved into the Force itself, had become a place of pilgrimage for those who sought to reshape the galaxy in their image. Fitting, really.

Her cloak billowed as she stepped from the ramp of her sleek, obsidian-hulled vessel, a thing of elegance and lethality. The scent of blood, fear, and raw materials from the distant corvette reached her keen senses, blending with the faint, ever-present absence that Nathema exuded. But Callidus was not here to marvel at the world's wounds. No, she had come for something far more intriguing.

The Seeds of Rage.

A concept filled with potential, and potential was power waiting to be seized. Darth Imperius, ever the pragmatist, had gathered Sith not merely to witness, but to prove themselves worthy of shaping these artifacts. A test, then. She approved.

As she approached the gathering, her gaze swept over the forges, the scattered materials, and the subtle void in the Force where the prototype lay concealed. Imperius had not wasted effort on aesthetics—this was a place of function, not ceremony. Good. The Sith did not require opulent altars or grand rituals to forge power; only will, knowledge, and the mastery to bend reality to their desires.

She inclined her head slightly toward Darth Imperius, a measured gesture of respect—not submission.

"An inspired undertaking, Lord Imperius," Callidus said, her voice smooth and edged with a knowing amusement. "Creation is so often neglected in favor of destruction, yet the two are but reflections of the same principle. Rage without purpose is a fire that burns out too quickly. But rage crafted—" She gestured toward the waiting forges, "—that is something else entirely."

Her gaze flickered toward the Lord of Hunger, Credius. His presence was as insatiable as ever, but she noted something... different. A vibrancy, a hunger that had evolved. She had no doubt he had brought something of interest to this gathering. As always, the Sith were creatures of barter and ambition.

A small smirk touched her lips as she turned her attention back to Imperius. "I have come not merely to observe, but to contribute. You have set the stage, and I would see if these Seeds can be shaped into something greater."

 

[Darth Moskvin]

SOW AND REAP

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -


Loyalty - American Head Charge

Darth Imperius / Darth Callidus / Credius Nargath

Location: Nathema, Mount Syndor
Gear: In Sig​

Silently I stood on the surface of Nathema, with Archie roosting upon my left shoulder, staring at the grotesqueness of the planet, a stark contrast to my beloved Dathomir. The looming of Mount Syndor stood erect, where I could sense the stench of the others, where a combining of thoughts and dark arts would forge The Seeds of Rage on that plateau. Oh, what misery awaits the puppets of the galaxy.

Gliding like the apparition I project, my long legs navigated the spiraling trail, feeling the power of the Dark Side fuming caustically with every footfall. Normally I would not indulge other Sith with my presence, not out of anything concrete per say, but I simply hated them; all of them, minus two. However, as much I basked in my ideals of hatred, there comes a time when one must play nice with others, or you gain an unfavorable reputation, which again must be addressed that I do not care how others perceive me.

From under the cover of my hood, my golden vampiric eyes blazed, resting briefly on the gathered. With my arrival, I completed the mockery of the apocalypse as I, Lady Death, completed the mythical quartet. "Could we have not chosen a more cheerful planet," I said in disgust. From within one of the pockets fashioned to my robe, I plucked a rancid piece of flesh offering it to my fowl. "Lord Imperious, Lord Callidus, Lord Nargath," acknowledging them with what little truthful respect I held for the trio.

 

[Darth Imperius]

Nathema | Mount Syndor
Darth Callidus | Darth Moskvin | Credius Nargath

"Darth Halcyon, Darth Callidus and Darth Moskvin - welcome to Nathema." The deep voice said, its tone as gravelly as the world they stood upon, the pace measured, calm, oozing with a confidence and a judgement that was cast with very word spoken, with every look offered. The tall figure stood motionless, his heavy cape already fleeting in the winds that slowly built.

"Cheerful will be the conclusion of this meeting and the subsequent events that will send tremors across the Galaxy. The hands of the Sith have stayed idle to long, their petty bickering and insufferable nepotism nothing but a mockery of our Code, but we shall change that. The Seeds of Rage will herald the awakening of a new breed of Sith, those who remember and can make others remember, what Sith are capable of. An Order Ascended."

With a smooth motion of his gauntlet, a waver no more, one of the crates lids disintegrated, its shattered remnants bursting into pieces that flew harmlessly next to it. It revealed a dark, a black metal, ingots that were resonating with the Dark side, its strength and durability apparent from a mere glance.

"On Waystation Oasis we had deployed my prototype with satisfyingly devastating effects. It is time to forge devices that we will send to our enemies. This is Jin'Jsina, given by the corpse, a most gracious gift offered by a creator who withholds it from proper usage, rotting away in dungeons. We have everything, and more, that we require to create the Seeds of Rage."

"It is my intention to lead each of you on the path to create a unique device that will represent your ambition and embrace the purity of the Dark side. The process is demanding, its ingredients delicate, the incantations precise. Nathema offers a natural habitat for its Darkness, the storm a manifest of its approval for our undertaking."

"I have designated the first to be sent to Naboo, a fledgling enclave of small minded souls unaware of their ignorance. Who will volunteer for their device and what shall be the other targets?"

 

[Darth Moskvin]

SOW AND REAP

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -


Loyalty - American Head Charge

Darth Imperius / Darth Callidus / Credius Nargath

Location: Nathema, Mount Syndor
Gear: In Sig​

Duly noted! That was my first impression, but I didn't care for this line of thought. "I will not apologize, but you speak of corpses, and I degrade your proclamation. Necromancy is an abused art; creation of the dead is useful...but overplayed. I created the
creeping ghouls from a simple virus, just because I was bored. Science and darkened arts are the future."

I stood up slamming my fist on the table looking at Lord Imperium, then the others. "Boys and girls, why are we sitting here like the Sith Order," my broken and infected nails from neglect hovering both my hilts. "You speak of treason, Darth Imperium. But you are right," I said sitting back in my chair. "I decline Naboo. Lord Imperium, you have sitting before you the boogeyman, the serial killer of our galaxy....give me something to murder.

"As for these other puppets....Lord Imperium...you're gathering, can we trust them?"