The Dark Master Will Be A Conqueror [Primeval] [Ask]

[Darth Vazela]

The Dark Master Will Be A Conqueror​

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[OOC: Everyone in the Primeval is welcome to join. For others, please PM myself or Anja Aj'Rou for permission to join the thread.]

| [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] |

I am from a time where the galaxy shook at my feet, where I laid waste to countless civilizations and worlds. I learned the truth to the galaxy and the Force. I return, to a galaxy rebuilding itself from a Four Hundred Year Darkness. Where new civilizations seek to take from each other, in a mad fight to stay in the light. But the galaxy is dark. The embrace of space is cold. World will quake beneath my boots again. I foresee a campaign. I foresee myself a conqueror.

The Libertas emerged from hyperspace above the dead and barren wasteland that was Gulamendis. Stood on it's bridge was the hooded figure of Vilox Pazela, hands in either sleeve, eyes set on the world beneath him. His visions had brought him here. He had seen the Primeval in them. As he had foresaw the destruction of the Sith Empire, he foresaw the emergence of a fleet so powerful than civilizations would topple once more beneath his feet.

He was an unknown entity and yet known of to this galaxy. They knew his name, but not what he could do. Who he really was. How he had got here. Perhaps it would be revealed, in time. A campaign so glorious that it would return the dark side to supremacy over this galaxy and submerge it in darkness once more. This was his time. As people scrapped and fought to remain in the light, out here in the darkness of the void, the Dark Master had come to unite himself with his people.

The Primeval was his calling.

"Broadcast signal system wide that we surrender ourselves to their mercy and that I, Vilox Pazela, wish to meet with their leaders."
"Surrender?" spoke the helmsmen, a pilot provided by the Red Ravens, a criminal syndicate on the other side of the galaxy.
"Yes. Or we will be killed."

Everyone on the bridge looked up to Vilox. Where had he brought them? But his gaze did not turn to them. It was on Gulamendis, on what he saw on the future and what he would do.

 

[Boethiah]

Order's End -- Anja's Flagship -- sat above the death world of Gulamendis like a carrion circling its dying prey; surrounded by other such ships that made up The Primeval Fleet. They've been patiently building their support and power through indoctrination and in rarer cases engaged in underlying forms of diplomacy. The Concordant was one such 'state' ruled by a Warlord in service to the Host Lord; perhaps [member="The Queen"] was only in service to her own gain but that wasn't unlike others. Even if Anja Aj'Rou had little ambition of her own, she did admire that in others; enemy and ally alike. On board the starship and inside its bridge the sensory computers picked up an unknown vessel and almost instantaneously after received a signal that the ship had surrendered. The officers were already on edge when luck stroke with a few Red Ravens who caught the vessel alone during hyperspace routines and managed to dock successfully using a fake distress call. Although they were ordered to allow their escape for ulterior reasons it did mean that they were suspicious of strange ships.

The intercom officer sent out a ping: "Unknown vessel. Disable your weapons and lower your shields." , almost immediately after the ship would feel itself being drawn towards Order's End to dock through the ship's tractor beams. Anja herself was meditating inside her private chambers where she focused deeply on her new found powers that have been manifesting themselves since her first experiences with the Jedi Knight's on Kessel and then of course the Jedi she had captured and dueled aboard her own ship, Keira Ticon. The force was such an intoxicating nature that it dared the Host Lord to delve deeper into its tendrils and let the darkness become her greatest weapon. "Your Worship, an unknown vessel is coming in to dock: They've surrendered.", the intercom clicked in inside her chamber -- reserved for only important matters -- and immediately a slight smile grew upon her face as her pale-blue eyes remained closed in enticing thought. It was a surprise, really, as in the officer's voice was uncertainty. Due again to recent events. Anja on the other had sensed something through the force on that ship and although she couldn't tell what it was, she knew that it was calling to her like a dance between eagles as they locked talons in the sky to judge each other's strength and whomever this eagle was he had much to discuss with her. "Good.", was her only response and the intercom clicked off but not before an audible stutter as if they wanted to respond in surprise. With that the tractor beams were well under way and eventually the two parties would meet face to face.

[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] |

The crew of the Libertas protested. Vilox Pazela closed his eyes as he listened. Criminals, who did not want to be here. Did not want to be boarded. Did not want to surrender. He felt their fear and anger and knew then that the crew that the Red Ravens supplied and their use to him had long expired. He lifted a console from his robe and pressed a button. Cannisters of gas in the ventilation system activated across the ship. The crew slumped down, unconcious by the gas. They would not awaken for several hours. When they did, the Dark Master could simply blame the Primeval. That they had somehow done this to them. It was a feasible story. He was a skilled liar, after all.

The Dark Master was the only one awake, thanks to the Sith Alchemy he had mastered. The cannisters had no effect on him. Silence ensued across the Libertas. The ship was brought into dock, now under the mercy of the Primeval. "The smaller you look, the less of a threat you seem to be." Thinking, Vilox crossed the fallen bodies of his crew towards the hangar bay. The vessel opened up, air whipping up his dark robe as the mouth of the Libertas revealed him and what was outside.

He waited for the Primeval to lay claim to their new conqueror.

 

[Boethiah]

The hanger was soon filled with Sephi warriors and Umbaran soldiers, careful to be sure this isn't a trap and of course to spring their own depending on who their guests were. Anja herself procured from the shadows and sat at the center of the force. A human slave stepped forward amongst them to be the voice. "Who stands before us?", the human said trying to conceal his fear of both The Primeval and the stranger; he was likely captured and enslaved during one of the earlier conquests in dark space. The slave was wearing garments that clearly showed his position amongst them, nothing more than an emissary ready to be discarded at a moment's notice.

The rest of the company in the hanger waited in silence -- the Sephi were clearly eager to have battle whilst the Umbarans were far less clear in their motives; instead choosing to be enigmatic at best. Anja kept her watchful eyes in a curious gaze on the stranger and wondered what would become of this encounter.

The starship Order's End maintained its position as hanger defenses came online. Partially to prevent an escape attempt and secondly to prevent the ship from trying to use its weapons inside the hanger.

[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] |

The doors to the Libertas opened fully, compressed gas from it's hydraulic systems kicked up the garments of the slave that stepped forth. The gust died suddenly and the dark robe of the man fell back around around him. He lifted his chin to look upon the slave. His yellow, predatory eyes gleamed into him. In that glare, he understood what the man was; and the man knew what stood before him. Dark entities exits out here in the Unknown Regions.

One had just stepped into the centre of the Primeval.

"I am that certain man..." Gloved hands lifted from his sides, to the corners of his hood. It was lowered onto her back. Nonchalantly, the arms fell back to his sides.

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"I am that certain Vilox Pazela. I am here to lead you into the dark."

He remained stood where he was. Every Sephi warrior and Umbaran looked upon him. His predatory gaze leaned to the right. "Take me to your leaders."

 

[Boethiah]

The slave remained silent and careful; careful not to cost himself his life. The Sephi's patience waned with uncertainty and desired nothing but the slaughter the one before them -- uncaring of who he was or what powers he had. It was only their even stronger obedience that they stayed their attack, never to upset their masters. Anja stepped forward from the group, some of her warriors followed quietly not to draw too much attention to their movements as the circle closed like crescent moon behind her; exposing the Host Lord.

"I am that of which you seek but what makes you believe that I seek you?", she said approaching the man and placing one hand on the shoulder of her slave. Brushing his neck like one who caresses prized property before shunning him back with a flick from her backhand. The slave immediately walked backwards nearer to the crowd of warriors lusting for blood. Her eyes gazed into his, pale-blue orbs that could not be read of any emotion.

[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] |

The hooded man begun to descend from the Libertas. As he did, there was a pull in the Force. A vergence in the dark side so powerful that any Force-sensitive lightyears away would turn their gaze before, feeling the disturbance in the Force; and with every step, the pull grew, it began to get deeper, chilling Anja, the Sephi warriors and their Umbaran counterparts to their bones. With every breath, a mist appeared, condensed by the freezing air around them.

The closer he got, the more Anja heard something. Muttering, incoherent and describable. He was too far away to be heard properly, yet the language he spoke was unknown to the woman. It was a language that hadn't been spoken in this galaxy for over four hundred years. He came to a stop in front of Anja. His eyes were on hers. A sensation grew upon the Host Lord.

Anja would feel like she was sinking into an abyss.

Vilox Pazela lifted his hands to the sides, slowly and as he did, the floor beneath him, Anja and her warriors and servants distorted. Suddenly, spikes grew from the floor. They were coloured the same as the surface they erupted from. Pointed and deadly sharp, enough to impale a man. They shot up so quickly and stopped beneath the chin of every Sephi warrior and Umbaran in the vicinity, save for the Dark Master, Anja Aj'Rou and the slave that had stepped out.

A wall of spikes surrounded Vilox and Anja now, cutting off the Sephi and Umbarans. He lowered his arms. His glare upon Anja had not broken the entire time. Actions spoke louder than worlds. It was a statement that said: if I wanted too, I could kill you, your warriors and servants with just a thought.

"Sith Alchemy can be a wondrous thing." He finally broke his eye contact to look up. "You have been in search of me for a long time. One that bring this galaxy to it's knees. A conqueror and master of all things dark." He looked back down to her, indicating for her to look up with him. "The galaxy is weak, but I have been brought to you so we may return it's strength. It's destruction will breed a new galaxy, in our image."

 

[Boethiah]

The man's power was truly fearsome; a spectacle of powers yet unknown to her or even her servants. This alchemy he spoke of created imaginations inside her mind that could only be fathomed by her sheer will to believe; to believe in a victory behind anything she's achieved before. As her heart raced in instinctive survival she felt the air lighten like she was floating above the galaxy amongst distant stars. Whatever he had been muttering seemed real to her, understandable yet inaudible like she had known but forgotten each word.

Anja looked around her and then back to the hooded figure with a mixed display of emotions ranging from awe to ambitious eager. "I see... Yes I understand why you were brought to me now.", she smiled towards nothingness like something else was there. "My thoughts have shown me that you are indeed a chosen disciple; one which will bring an end to this dying existence and into the next one.", she continued to speak words that came to her in prophetic gospel. Whatever she saw him was likely only clear to herself although he could suspect that she believed his words and saw the potential of his powers.

Her attention turned straight towards him, the smile faded as her pale-blue eyes stood open and without compel to shut; her head tilted slightly downward as if it helped her look deeper inside him. The stare was not that of lust for power but the desire to bask in it with an open mind. "I believe you, yes...Your powers are truth.", her attention slowly relented in an exhale of icy breath. "What vision do you see? What weaknesses do you know? More importantly what is your name?"

[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] |

With a single thought, the spikes retracted. Relief was a sensation in the Force not unfamiliar to Anja or the man that stood before her, for both could sense it in the Sephi, the Umbarans and the slave that stood near them. Where there had been a formation of a thousand or more spikes that were tipped to kill every Sephi and Umbaran in the vicinity, was now as smooth as it was before. It was almost like it never even happened.

The second thought begun to levitate Anja and the hooded man off their feet. When she looked down, so saw that a circular, solid shape held their feet as it rose into the air. It plain, flat and the same colour as the floor. As it lifted, those at the bottom could see where the piece of floor had been taken by the alchemy Vilox Pazela had cast.

They same to a stop, several meters off the ground, where they could see the hangar bay, the Libertas, Sephi, Umbarans and everything else. Gulamendis shone in the horizon, gleaming upon the dark hooded man and the Host Lord that stood next to him.

"My visions saw the end of the Sith Empire and the destruction of Dromund Kaas. A month later, the Mandalorian clans emerged from hyperspace on board their war ships and decimated the Empire's capital; and with the end of Dromund Kaas, so came the end of the Sith."

"The Sith Order was founded to break away from the traditions of the old order, which were the Jedi and to form a new order, which would topple the Jedi and their stagnant ways, giving way to a new galaxy. So, for thousands of years, the Sith Order has stood. The Sith have built Empires, they have usurped governments and worlds and have claimed to have destroyed the Jedi many, many times."

"And yet the Jedi stand and galaxy remains the same as it was when the Sith first emerged from their pocket of space."

He lifted his hands to the cowl of his robe and lowered it. Vilox Pazela stood 6''3 in height, having a slim but muscular build. He had jet black, spiked up hair that seemed to stand on end from an invisible force. His facial features were smooth, chalk white and young to the point that it seemed unnatural and fake, hiding how old he really was. He had yellow, predatory eyes.

"Since I saw the destruction of Dromund Kaas, I have been searching for somewhere new. I see now what my predecessors saw. Those certain Dark Jedi that abandoned the Jedi to create something new and powerful. Well now I have left the Sith to create something new and powerful. For two years, I have traveled the void, following the dark side until it led me here, to this world and this army that you have risen."

"My name is Vilox Pazela. I seek to create a following, as my predecessors did. I seek to replace the Sith with something new. When I have finished, the Sith will no longer be the bastions of the dark. But we will be. I have much to learn of your civilization; and you have much to learn from me."

 

[Boethiah]

This discussion revealed new knowledge as Vilox elaborated on his past and whom he was before he came before The Primeval. These talks of destruction, Sith Orders, Jedi, Mandalorians, and Empires yielded new information for them. Although perhaps information Anja had yet to fully understand; it did give her a new outlook at the galaxy at large. Of course many things came before their arrival -- after all there was a reason they left long ago and exiled themselves deep in the darkest reaches of the unknown.

Of course she did indeed have much to learn about him, looking upon his surreal appearance. His flesh untouched by the experience of his many years or so it'd seem; how old he truly was could not be determined by sight alone. His eyes suggested -- like her own -- that there was greater meaning to all of this.

​"Your predecessors?, her curiosity was well warranted. He must've learned his skills from someone or somewhere. Anja turned to look out into the space through the hanger. "We have much to learn of each other indeed. I can think of a way for us to begin, actually.", she turned back to the man.

Her gaze continued to look through him as if to stare beyond the horizon of darkness into distant worlds. "One of my Warlords known as The Queen recently attracted the attention of one of these Jedi Knights. She managed to kill him but did so for her own merit.", she took a few steps closer , standing at 5'8" with pale-blue menacing eyes and dark hair, she wouldn't seem particularly muscular but anyone familiar with physical fitness would see that she trained for endurance rather than raw strength and kept her at a more slender toned form than bulk for brute strength. Of course this may have been harder to tell due to the fact she was wearing her armour, built to keep her agile and lacked in some protection.

"She's very important to my cause and I will not see her die at the hands of anyone who comes after her in vengeance.", she added. "I'd like you to seek out the Order this Knight came from, perhaps speak with The Queen yourself.", her steps marked closer to the Dark Jedi before stopping.

"Do this and my armies, my fleets:They will help you carve out your own power. You may become a Warlord yourself, unless you wish not to rule but to command?", her final words were both a statement of rewards to merit and a question of his interests. She wondered if he desired his own systems to rule, much like The Queen under The Primeval or if he'd serve as a commander, a general of armies or an admiral of fleets.

[member="Vilox Pazela"]