M E A T B A G
Outer Rim Territories // Sith-Imperial Administrative Oversector II // Carrion Sector // Sojourn, the Hunter’s Moon.
Orbital Skyhook, "Corinthia." [x]
Throughout the ages, the moon of Sojourn endured much; yet despite the odds remained true to its namesake. It was once rendered inhospitable by the machinations of one ambitious Sith seeking to lay claim to his Master’s title, before slipping into antiquity. There it remained until a great restoration effort stretched across the stars. When it reached this supposedly insignificant satellite world, those that helmed the project sought to blend its wretched past together with a brighter future. To that end, they created a perfect environment for thousands of imported species to thrive on; making the moon once again worthy of its historic appellation.
However, a dark poison began to take root within the satellite’s heart. A Sith - lost to the ways of the ancient and long-dead past - made her home atop the moon’s surface. She began to pluck a legion of misguided souls to her wayward cause, which went unnoticed for many years; well at least to her knowledge. The Sith - who reforged themselves atop the crucible of war and stayed true to their beliefs - kept watching from the shadows. They knew everything but felt her presence was nothing more than an annoyance that’d soon vanish, like a muted whisper caught in a howling gale.
That was until she sought to play a game that she was never truly ready for. She failed, utterly, and her followers were offered up to their vengeful kin; wholly severing what ties remained to her fragile house of cards. There were no survivors in the ensuing slaughter. Every soul that was ensnared by her false promises of power found themselves gunned down by the might of the Golden Company, or forcibly strapped to a massive gilded ring pointed towards the rising sun. Those that found themselves bound to the Sun Disks, would find their agonizing end came slowly; as the radiant heat of the system’s star was concentrated, and transferred to their victims through arcane means. They died screaming, as their flesh cracked and blistered, and became food for the creatures that inhabited the moon.
With their wayward kind dealt with, the Sun Guard sought to christen their newest acquisition with a Great Hunt. They would welcome those who held amiable ties to the Sith Empire to their satellite world and relish the exhilarating rush that this bloodsport offered. Naturally, the Golden Company would pay handsomely for any unwanted trophies pilfered from the moon’s surface. There was also a newly established skyhook placed above Sojourn, that would house a gathering of sorts - that would permit new converts to commit themselves to the cause, or revel in the expected festivities from their gracious hosts.
As the lights flickered to life, and the station became hospitable, this far-flung outpost was bequeathed to the Golden Company’s rising star; Khonsu Amon.
The Thychani Commander was quick to make himself home with this installation, and saw that it’s stores were filled with the finest selection of refreshments taken from conquered worlds across the galaxy. Many rare vintages found their way into his collection, and it was his hope that they’d catch the eye of several Noble’s with deep pockets; willing to pay any price to taste of a piece of history. In addition to these pilfered beverages, the Thyrsian ensured that nothing hunted on the surface of his Moon went to waste. The skinned-carcasses of the dead beasts were brought to the skyhook and reforged anew so that the Hunter would devour the essence of their butchered prey.
As word began spilling through the bespeckled void, Khonsu found himself waiting in the station’s great hall, armoured from head to toe, with a flute of Spiced Wine clutched betwixt his gilded talons. Soon, the true festivities would begin and perhaps amidst the revelry - both on the surface and within the gilded halls of the skyhook - that a swathe of new faces would find themselves enlisting in the cause.
Orbital Skyhook, "Corinthia." [x]
Throughout the ages, the moon of Sojourn endured much; yet despite the odds remained true to its namesake. It was once rendered inhospitable by the machinations of one ambitious Sith seeking to lay claim to his Master’s title, before slipping into antiquity. There it remained until a great restoration effort stretched across the stars. When it reached this supposedly insignificant satellite world, those that helmed the project sought to blend its wretched past together with a brighter future. To that end, they created a perfect environment for thousands of imported species to thrive on; making the moon once again worthy of its historic appellation.
However, a dark poison began to take root within the satellite’s heart. A Sith - lost to the ways of the ancient and long-dead past - made her home atop the moon’s surface. She began to pluck a legion of misguided souls to her wayward cause, which went unnoticed for many years; well at least to her knowledge. The Sith - who reforged themselves atop the crucible of war and stayed true to their beliefs - kept watching from the shadows. They knew everything but felt her presence was nothing more than an annoyance that’d soon vanish, like a muted whisper caught in a howling gale.
That was until she sought to play a game that she was never truly ready for. She failed, utterly, and her followers were offered up to their vengeful kin; wholly severing what ties remained to her fragile house of cards. There were no survivors in the ensuing slaughter. Every soul that was ensnared by her false promises of power found themselves gunned down by the might of the Golden Company, or forcibly strapped to a massive gilded ring pointed towards the rising sun. Those that found themselves bound to the Sun Disks, would find their agonizing end came slowly; as the radiant heat of the system’s star was concentrated, and transferred to their victims through arcane means. They died screaming, as their flesh cracked and blistered, and became food for the creatures that inhabited the moon.
With their wayward kind dealt with, the Sun Guard sought to christen their newest acquisition with a Great Hunt. They would welcome those who held amiable ties to the Sith Empire to their satellite world and relish the exhilarating rush that this bloodsport offered. Naturally, the Golden Company would pay handsomely for any unwanted trophies pilfered from the moon’s surface. There was also a newly established skyhook placed above Sojourn, that would house a gathering of sorts - that would permit new converts to commit themselves to the cause, or revel in the expected festivities from their gracious hosts.
As the lights flickered to life, and the station became hospitable, this far-flung outpost was bequeathed to the Golden Company’s rising star; Khonsu Amon.
The Thychani Commander was quick to make himself home with this installation, and saw that it’s stores were filled with the finest selection of refreshments taken from conquered worlds across the galaxy. Many rare vintages found their way into his collection, and it was his hope that they’d catch the eye of several Noble’s with deep pockets; willing to pay any price to taste of a piece of history. In addition to these pilfered beverages, the Thyrsian ensured that nothing hunted on the surface of his Moon went to waste. The skinned-carcasses of the dead beasts were brought to the skyhook and reforged anew so that the Hunter would devour the essence of their butchered prey.
As word began spilling through the bespeckled void, Khonsu found himself waiting in the station’s great hall, armoured from head to toe, with a flute of Spiced Wine clutched betwixt his gilded talons. Soon, the true festivities would begin and perhaps amidst the revelry - both on the surface and within the gilded halls of the skyhook - that a swathe of new faces would find themselves enlisting in the cause.
