Faction The New Order | SO Life Day Celebration

[Darth Empyrean]

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Jutrand​

876 ABY​

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The world was alive with the festivities of Life Day - celebrated in every corner of the galaxy, including the capital of the Sith. The streets ran rampant with parades organized by municipal and corporate entities; cantinas and restaurants having competitions over who could offer the best themed foods. For all the carnage the Sith imparted, all the zealous demands they could make of their most vulnerable populations, even a day like Life Day was open for the masses to celebrate.​

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While much of the celebrations involved military attaches and armies returning home from conquest, many of the Sith, the Governors, and the upper Military Officials gathered in the newly constructed colosseum. While snow gathered on the ground, the world celebrated its new found victories with the further shedding of blood - noble houses, generals, and Sith of all sorts sending their hopeful prospects into the arena to prove themselves before the Triumvirate.​

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Some even hoped to use the strength of their performance to embolden their status. It was no secret among the Sith that those who had a good martial performance in the arena could easily be raised to the station of warriors in their domains. Settled in thermo-shielded stands, the richest of the Sith society watched and cheered as another beast was felled in the snow covered field - splotched with the blood of its combatants.​

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At the head of the colosseum were the three banners of the Triumvirate under a more luxurious shroud. Within lay the richest, most influential of their Order - from those with great power, to those with great pockets, and anyone who had garnered the interest of the great lords of the Sith. They watch now, as the world runs and celebrates its great victories, for more Sith to rise in the field.​

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Objective I: Supplication​

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The rich bandy for favor among the most influential of the Order. Warlords, great Sith of remarkable caliber, and multiple members of the mysterious Sepulcral move within the luxurious area of the Triumvirate’s section. Within may lay your political future - a chance at making a deal, aligning yourself with the greats so that you may usurp them. Yet something more hangs in the air.​

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There is already a political play in motion, and soon the entire Order will bear witness to what has happened in the dark confines of meeting halls shuttered from the public view. The New Order is on the horizon - will you be there as the cornerstone of it is placed?​

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Objective II: Blood Sport​

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Snow covered and blood stained, the Arena is a magnificently large area for your to show your skill in weapons. From spears, lightsabers, or vibroblades - a variety of combat has taken place all across the arena, going as far as massive led melees from the local Sith academy. Now, it is your turn to walk out onto the field and prove yourself before the great masters of the Order - and become the People’s Champion.​

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You may request a battle, of as many opponents as you like, beasts of your choosing, or another of the Order should they accept. The greatest fight will be chosen for a great boon, imparted upon them by the Triumvirate in accomplishment for their great deeds. Nothing is out of question, do your Order proud - and prove you have what it takes to kill anyone who stands in your way.​

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Objective III: Wonderland​

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While the arena may be the central hubbub of Sith political games and entertainment, the city world of Jutrand is not lacking in its cheer and festivities. As military members return to the world in celebration of their successful campaigns, the streets are covered in snow and crowds alike - all spreading their joy in a variety of ways.​

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Enjoy drinks, themed food, new restaurants, and whatever else lay before you. Being a Sith is to enjoy the finer things in life, and what is finer than the home cooked joy of a street fair? Explore, make friends, go on a date with your fellow Sith - but keep your eyes on the news. Something will soon be declared.​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Objective I​

Tag: Srina Talon​

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The luxury box made for the Triumvirate was large - massive in all meanings of the word. It had enough room for the three Sith who led the Order, all their guests, and more than a few dozen members of security to ensure there was no repeat of the last gathering they had. This time, there would be no idealistic claims of coup or violence - the first sign of violence would be quick grabbed and removed.​

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Some, who drank a bit too much, even had the honor of experiencing it - torn from the party as they kicked and lashed out in drunken annoyance. They would face charges for these, but many had enough influence to get free after a large fine. The rest took their time in enjoying their drink, finding a good rythm to enjoy the celebration.​

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For Empyrean, he let his real hand rest ever so lightly against the back of Srina Talon 's hand - watching the fight take place in the arena beneath them. His metal eyes watched it closer than most could, but his mind was split - elsewhere in this moment. Today would be a defining moment for him, the Order, and the Galaxy at large. A product of the diplomacy, machinations, and effort he had done to solidify the Eternalists against the tide of the other triumvirates.​

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Today would be his day.​

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"Is it warm enough for you, my love?", he said with a glance over to her.​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Blood Sport
Equipment: Vibroblade, Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Open

A whimper was the last noise that the beast underneath his boot made as he crushed its head against the snowy field that made up the arena's ground. Another body to add to the blood that had already stained the ground and set the crowd alight at the displays of skill and brutality in equal measure. Already Alisteri had felled five of these creatures and yet he felt no less angered and no more resolved about what would be happening this day. His wrath still burned as hot as the lightsaber in his hand as he stepped away from the body.

Now though, the opening acts to warm up the crowd were finishing and soon the real arena fighting would begin. Soon it would come down to the duels and fights that would decide the winner of the arena this day, a bleak day for him but a glorious day for most others. Of course they didn't know fully what would be happening, so they had no need to dread or be enraged as he did.

The mere thought of the political play soon to come had his grip on his lightsaber tighten to a degree almost enough to crack it. He needed more than beast blood to sate him today. The masked man gazed around the arena as the final opening acts were settled. "So, who's first then?"

 

[Srina Talon]

| J U T R A N D |
| Triumverate Box |
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Tag: Darth Empyrean
Open Tag: Free, for anyone else that might want to interact.
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Silvery orbs followed the fighting in the arena with great interest. She wasn't one to celebrate Life Day so overtly but it seemed that the people of Jutrand reached for the Kashyyyk born holiday with both hands. They'd simply taken pains to place their own spin on it. In exchange for kindness and harmony were nods toward success, strength, and fealty toward the Sith Order. Anyone who had ever celebrated the annual event in the core would find this quite strange. There were no calls for freedom or ostentatious songs and venerations toward compassion.

No struggle against evil and darkness. It was not a hallmark for heroes—But a platform that had been ironically twisted to suit the needs of the governing body. From a distance, it was beautiful.

Up close? Deliberate, vindictive, blasphemy toward the Light. It was just one more thing for the Dark to take and utilize for their own gain. The business model was perfect. As military personnel returned successful from their endeavors, which, was often the subjugation or cleansing of an entire planet they were welcomed passionately as victorious conquerors.

Never mind the sea of blood and broken homes they'd left behind.

Feeling a familiar hand laying atop her own didn't take her gaze from the test of combat that was taking place below. It was her Echani ancestry showing. The way her eyes darted this way and that to follow every move and clash of skill. "You forget...I was born of the cold.", she responded softly, though, a touch distant. She had spent enough time in the torturous dry heat of Geonosis to have acclimated to brutally scorching temperatures—But her affinity for ice was ever-present.

"It does not bother me, my love."

The empty words were coupled by turning her hand over in his so that their fingers might entwine. The casual disinterest she displayed would be broken by the silent token of affection. It was always best to take directive from her actions. Not, words. But Maliphant, rather, Darth Empyrean would know that better than anyone. No matter how waspish her tongue nor the steel of her eyes he would always find some level of contradiction in the way she moved and breathed.

That was her way of expression.

"I like that candidate. They plan before attacking and their form is very balanced. No matter what the opposition throws at them—They remain grounded."

Her assessment of one of the Sith that was doing his utmost to win was truthful, not generous. Srina would be the first to call out someone with poor combat prowess. Not out of cruelty. More than anything it was a bit of a pet peeve. She was also aware that something about this celebration seemed to be teetering on the edge of a knife. Her otherworldly features let her play her suspicions close to the chest but she wasn't unaware that her husband had something up his sleeve.

In the spirit of the season, she wore red. A cloak with a brown furred collar sat over the back of the luxurious seat while lengths of crimson and back fabric were draped around her form in such a way that was both flattering and deliberate. Moonlit hair had been styled and partially braided as it usually was but there was something, certainly, more elegant to the style. Festive—Her staff called it. Srina merely wore what was needed to both look the part and keep certain assets secure from the galaxy.

Secure and hidden from everyone, save, the ever-watchful protector ( Darth Carnifex ).

Even from Darth Empyrean .

The notion of keeping something from her husband still felt wrong. It left her with a sensation that was…Most unpleasant. Guilt, perhaps? She couldn't place it…But there were moments when her resolve weakened. When she longed to openly tell him the truth as she would have before some Jedi Master cut her beloved down. From before, he'd risen as Empyrean.

Srina swallowed hard and her heart…Ached. The burst of emotion was unusual and hopefully not the new norm.

"Who do you think will win? Shall we wager?"

 

[Jaidha Yndrel]

Objectives: Blood Sport
Equipment: Lightsaber, Saber Shoto, Winter Outfit
Tags: Darth Strosius

As the last of her beastly opponents slumped to the floor, saber burns glowing bright against the white snow, Jaidha breathed deeply and savored how the winter air burned in her lungs. There was something refreshing about the sting of cold wind against warm skin, and the flash of white snow against red blood. It was almost artistic in nature, and as a Sith Jaidha had always found a degree of poetry in a bit of well choreographed violence.

But she had little time to savor the seasonal weather, as she wasn't standing over singed corpses in the middle of the Jutraand central arena for her pleasure of it, she was hear to perform. This was one situation where Jaidha's skill with a blade could provide her with a political advantage, and she needed one now more than ever as the house she relied on had been buried with the old Order. Even if she didn't win the tourney, she still hoped to catch the eye of interested parties, whether patrons, mentors, or connected allies, so she intended to leave her best work on the field.

She let out a deep breath, tightened her grip on her twin sabers, and scanned the opening arena fighters to see who else was done, she needed more than akk dogs and anoobas to impress the Sith Lords in the heated stands. As she surveyed the snowy field, she met the eyes, or rather the visor, of a young man stamping the head of a beast into the snow.

"Yes, you'll do for a start." She muttered, aiming her saber at the man to signal her readiness for a fight.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: xxx | xxx | xxx
TAG: Maybe Naedira Darcrath & Lunara Azure | Open

It would be brutality at its finest. Many of the ways these kinds of celebrations had taken place on Stewjon were similar, if not more barbaric in nature. Instead of lightsabers his people had used swords and hammers to kill the various beasts which had been brought in for entertainment. Gerwald had to be wary of the beast within himself in those days. No one knew that he was a wolf. Today there was no need. The smell of iron on the snow filled his nostrils and made the monster inside him leap for joy. Gerwald would have his fill of violence. The predator would be satisfied.

Every combatant had their own opportunity to display their prowess in the warm ups. For Gerwald's part he did not care to use the force nor the lightsabers which hung from his waist. His hammer had been sufficient. Skulls cracked, and the sound of bones breaking echoed with every strike of the weapon. It was brutal, bloody, and there was nothing civilized about it. Did he care that his display gave nothing away about his skill or fighting style, no. It was for show, pure and unadulterated entertainment. His strength was the only thing on display, and the beast Srina Talon and Darth Empyrean knew him to be drank deep of the violence he displayed.

Darth Strosius issued a challenge. Jaidha Yndrel answered it. Something tense was in the air. He knew something would happen, but he did not know what. There were certain things which Gerwald remained in the dark on, but he was astute enough to pick up on his surroundings. The wolf hated playing politics, and preferred his role as a weapon. It had been one of a few criticisms his mistress leveled at his feet. Gerwald did not deny it was a potential shortcoming, nor did he spend much time rectifying it. His mind for war would be what caused him to advance beyond his station. It always had, and it always would.

He nodded to the other two. This was their fight. Looking at the crowd, Gerwald raised a fist high into the air to the roars and cheers of the spectators. He may not have been one to play politics, but the wolf knew how to play to a bloodthirsty crowd. It would not take much to win them over in whole. After all, there was one secret the crowd had yet to see. It was a secret he would save for combat, a treat which would surely garner their praise and adoration.

He sat on a stone bench as the gate dropped, locking the combatants in the arena. Gerwald would watch from the staging area along with the other would be challengers. The wolf was a champion in his own right, and would reserve his battle for a worthy opponent. It was his choice, and he would not be satisfied with just any challenge.

A slow breath escaped his nostrils, the vapor of it visible in the cold air. Gerwald would enjoy the respite as the chill reminded him of simpler days, the woods he ran as a child, the mead he drank to celebrate.

"MEAD!! Mead for everyone!!"​

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Colosseum - Jutrand
Objective: II - Blood Sport
Tags: Darth Strosius Jaidha Yndrel

Condemned criminals. Captured beasts. Prisoners of war. Scum.

Misinterpreting her as an easy target due to her size, in a ploy to earn their freedom a trio of pathetic, half-starved men charged Quintessa only moments after she was lowered into the arena. Extending her Farsight out towards the raving prisoners and finding nothing of any significance, the Asa’nyx gritted her pointed teeth before shifting her tiny form into a low, cat-like stance, primed for speed. However, rather than immediately attacking her assailants directly, Quintessa fired the liquid cable launcher in her left gauntlet towards the wall to her left, the grappling spike burrowing itself inside the duracrete in the process. Then, the speedster sprang into motion, her legs kicking up snow and chilled air in their wake, while carrying her body fast enough to dazzle the senses.

Sprinting a circle around the three men, Quintessa ran the cable tight around their knees, before sliding to a sudden halt at the same position she had started. As if on cue, the three men’s features twisted in expressions of bewilderment in slow motion, before they suddenly fell flat onto their faces in the snow, their legs having been ensnared by the cable. Then, in a blur of motion, Quintessa ran the shimmering white blade of a lightsaber through the necks of the three fallen men, severing their heads from their bodies with finalistic fatality.

Severing the cable, Quintessa didn’t need to look up to feel the fear and hesitation in the other prisoners after watching the first three get ensnared and decapitated within the span of two heartbeats. Instead, she set her attention towards the two Sith in the arena with her, neither bearing any Kainate markings. She immediately recognized the woman from the Shales, after the defeat of the Autocrats. Towards her, Quintessa offered a graceful nod, but it implied no alliance or friendliness, only acknowledgement and respect. The other Sith she knew of from his deeds and reputation, but had not seen in person before now. Nevertheless, his perpetually-concealed features were a mystery to her, but she wondered if this might be the day he was finally unmasked.

“Happy Life Day. Three is a party, yes?” Quintessa said with a playful smile, as she settled into her familiar cat-like stance, a chakram in one hand and a white-bladed shoto in the other.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Twin Lightsaber Shotos

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Post: 1
Objective: Supplication

Darth Xyrah arrived at the Triumvirate's luxurious private booth for the meeting in regal fashion as per usual, being escorted into the room by a pair of his gilded SBG-2 Royal Guardians, and garbed in a particularly colourful green Life Day dress with a matching hood attached. Given the recent....incident at the party aboard his private yacht, attending these festivities with a few bodyguards felt rather appropriate given the circumstances.

A warm smile formed upon his lips as he approached Darth Empyrean and his lovely wife Srina Talon, politely curtsying before he spoke. "Lord Empyrean. Lady Srina. It's a pleasure to see you both again during today's festivities!", he said, moving to take a seat near them. A servant rushed over to pour him a glass of wine with but a gesture of the effeminate young Sith's hand, which Saryn quickly took a hearty sip from.

"You look most lovely, Lady Srina! I'm glad I'm not the only one who decided to dress up for the holidays.", he said with a soft giggle. "I am greatly looking forward to today's meeting. Plus the excellent entertainment our arena competitors will be providing."

Darth Empyrean
Srina Talon
Darth Carnifex

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka hated Life Day. The joliness, the festivity, the giving of gifts, the rancorous parties. The happiness of the whole thing. It was disgusting, it was heretical, it was an affront to the Dark and all that the primordial End of All Things stood for. Normally, she would have sequestered away and grumbled in some dark, damp, hovel and remained a right proper Grinch.

But this time, the Sith knew how to warm her cold dead heart. Violence.

As time progressed Lirka remembered less and less of her old life, the little details dissolved away through the many decades. But she remembered one thing always, the Pits. Lirka Ka the gladiator, the champion of the Chaoh Belt. And today, the Gladiator returned. Not the schemer, the Grand Moff of a dead empire, nor the cruel slaver.

Today Lirka went back to her roots.

She sauntered through the arena, each step arrogant and boisterous. The heat from her powersuit wisped up into the air as the meager creatures in front of her fell to her increasingly extravagant displays of bladesmanship, such a brutish creature of dark metal now dancing her way through the battlefield, beasts offered little challenge. And soon, the last of her animalistic opponents fell low, its head raised high to the sky as she bellowed out a cry to the audience

"For the Kainate! And the eternal glory of the One True Sith'ari!"

How much of it did she believe? Who knew, but it made for good showmanship. She tossed the head to the snow below her, and the glowing eyes of the power suit fell onto two new opponents Darth Strosius and Jaidha Yndrel

Grinning under her suit, the distorted mechanical voice of Ka bellowed out a challenge

"Sithlings! Come, face the might of a true warrior of the Dark!"

And with that, she raised her own blade, smoldering with plasma filament. She'd let the children make the first move this time.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

It was not only the Dark Lord Carnifex that sat in attendance of these festivities, but His doppelgänger Demiurge as well. The two were side by side, seated on identical thrones, among the other Triumvirs and their myriad of retainers and sycophants. That wasn't to say that the pair lacked their own loyalist flock, for there were a great many Kainites occupying the executive box along with them. A motley assortment of bureaucrats, warlords, slavers, and aging officers from past regimes.

Flanking both of the Dark Lord's thrones were priests swaddled in bright crimson vestments, their faces concealed behind multiple layers of red cloth. They stood completely motionless save for their heads, which moved ever so slightly from one side to the other as though they were looking from left to right, and then from right to left. They could not actually see, not conventionally, but they were finely tuned to the thoughts, intentions, and perceptions of all those around them. With but a light touch, they could relay all they knew to either of the Dark Lord's beside them.

For now, both of the Dark Lord's focus was on the arena below. Both once shared the same body, the same mind, the same spirit, and both had been raised in the Epicanthix tradition. They greatly enjoyed such spectacle, the roar of the crowd, and the smell of sweat and blood from the fighters below. So when such events were arranged by the Sith, the two were quick to attend and spectate; sometimes perform. It had been a many great years since either had stepped into the arena as a combatant, however.

Carnifex's eyes looked from the arena to Srina Talon, the woman He had pledged a blood oath. She might feel His brief gaze, but as quickly as it fell on her it moved onto another; specifically the one at her side. Long had He traded words and fists with Darth Empyrean, Lord of the Eternalists. Once, He'd nearly destroyed Him in a carefully crated ambush, but had been undone by the mutiny of Darth Ophidia and her skulking brood. Now they were trapped in this Triumvirate, all with a dagger at the throat of the others.

But something was different. Darth Carnifex ruminated on these encroaching thoughts. Darth Empyrean had been planning something for a long time, and Carnifex sensed that the time was fast approaching when the Corpse-God would reveal it.

These were dangerous times.

Dangerous times, indeed.

Darth Empyrean | Srina Talon | Darth Xyrah ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Jutrand, III
Tag | Open

She had been basically entombed within her study, all by her own choice of course. As her focus was going into her staff and the notes that went along with it, she couldn't help but notice the lights from outside her dorm window. Adeline couldn't say she hated life day, though she had never celebrated it. It is sad when saying why, in truth she had no friends or family. None had ever given her a gift back when- back on Nal Hutta. With the lack of friends and family she herself had never given a gift to anyone as well, even if she did get a gift for someone... Who?

With a sigh she closes her book, adorning her robe and pulling the hood up before she left. The academy was abuzz with cheer, it made Adeline curious if she could partake in her own way. Her shyness kept her from speaking with any of her fellow students, and they in turn also avoided the strange woman with a reputation.

Out on the busy streets of Jutrand, she found herself buying a warm coco along with taking a seat on a bench nearby. Snowflakes fell down against her pale clothes, her hood hardly staying on thanks to the horns on her head. It would be hard, no.. Almost impossible to spot the flakes that now fell upon the top of her noggin.

Her tail was luckily made of a thick material, so to help keep it and herself warm, she curls it around herself. A sip of the coco helped her body feel nice and toasty, perhaps this occasion wasn't too bad... Despite having no one to celebrate it with.

For now, her ruby eyes would watch the festivities and lights, a faint bit of her reserved and shy shell being shaved off as the Sangnir faintly wished within that moment that she did have someone to spend this day with.

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

Objective 1
Tags : Darth Empyrean Srina Talon Darth Carnifex Darth Xyrah

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In any other circumstances, Omon would be on the snows of the arena, swinging his saber with Alisteri, Lirka or Quintessa. Releasing his youthful blood and spirit on to the snows, as the thrill of battle was still an ecstasy to him.
However, this was not just any other day. This was a rare occasion where he, as a Governor of the planet, can attend the meeting of the highest Sith tiers.
And he will not miss it. Because despite his nihilistic views, Omon did enjoy politics and public relations, as long as they were aimed toward betterment of either Him or the Sith order.

After the insane happenings on Darth Xyrah yacht, Omon did not go to public events with only his 8 special commandos. Instead, almost one third of his Dreadnought special troopers followed him. Some were stationed outside the arena, some on the first floor, some on the corridors and staircases, some around each elevator. While 10 followed him, addition to his usual 8 bodyguards.
But Omon could tell that this time Dark Lords would not allow another incident like that to occur. The security around was very tight.

He exited the elevator at the floor for the private luxury room for Triumvirate, and from the second elevator part of his escort joined him.
He was dressed in the black military uniform of the Sith Naval Commodore, on his back and shoulders, he wore a fur of the Binaros sabercat.
On his chest, beside his tag with rank and 3 Code Cylinders, there was also a small pin.
Spherical shape, lower half of it blue, representing the sea, upper half green, representing the rich environment, and Sith sigil standing on the center.
This was newly made pin of Binaros.
And final part of his look, was his lightsaber, falling down on his right hip.

The room was grand, with beautiful layouts and minimalism artwork. Omon spend some time looking around a bit, before he spotted the big table with several important faces sitting at it.
He left his escort nearby to mingle, and approached the private booth.

His head bow down in a slow motion, and his right hand touched his right side of the chest, covering the rank tab. Firstly he greeted the lady.
"Lady Srina, pleasure to see you again. Especially in a more peaceful surroundings, then the previous one. I am Darth Diem, don't think we had a chance to be introduced during riots on the Jewel." He smiled with a tin lip curve. Turning to the Dark Lord's second..
"Darth Empyrean, Darth Carnifex.. For a young Sith like me, its an honor to be sitting in this room. I wish to thank you, for putting faith in me, and giving me the governorship of the Binaros. Planet is a wild one, but we shell tame it, and nurture her bounty of natural resources, which will be used to serve our glorious Order. I will not fail you, nor the Sith."
Lastly he looked at his fellow Governor, and with smile on his face, shook his hand "Darth Xyrah, it is good to see you again. Hope your beautiful Jewel is repaired. It is a great shame what happened there. As a fellow governor, you can always contact me.. in case you need anything from my Sector"
He lift his head fully now, and slowly took a seat near all of them.. but also with a good view on to the arena.

When a droid asked him for an order, he just declined. Today he will stay sharp and on point. Force was very dense here.. more so then on the Jewel that day. Which was very strange to him. All the same people are here, yet something is much, much different.

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[Seela Leini]

Location: Jutrand
Objective: III - Wonderland
Tags: Adeline Noctua

This was Seela’s first Life Day spent in relative peace.

However, it was the third Life Day in the entire span of her existence, where some of her kind might be lucky to see more than a few. Having been blessed to survive so many Life Days without celebrating them, at the behest of her commanding officer, Seela had done the seemingly impossible: Taken leave.

Clad in her crimson uniform and overcoat, Seela found herself in Jutrand’s capital city, surrounded by lights, merrymaking, festivities, and milling, raucous crowds. The Twi’lek felt her heart race in her chest as she walked, a gaggle of screaming children causing her to flinch as they sprinted past. A group of drunk patrons fighting outside of a decorated cantina compelled her to move to the other side of the street, her head on a swivel as she passed the scene by as fast as her legs could carry her, without drawing attention to herself by running. However, the oppressive presence of the crowds didn’t end there. Seeking to avoid them, Seela made her way into a small, hole-in-the-wall coffee shop nestled in a less densely-crowded area. Much to her relief, she was one of only a few patrons inside, though her eyes were briefly drawn to a pale, red-eyed woman leaving the shop with a steaming cup of coco in hand. Thankfully, she needed only to operate a small touchscreen to order a vanilla frappuccino. Her beverage arrived a few moments later, at which point the pilot left immediately after taking it, saying not a word to the barista droid before walking to a sitting area outside.

It was only then Seela found herself making eye contact with the strange, crimson-eyed woman from before, taking in her stark white attire and unnaturally smooth, porcelain features. By instinct, the Twi’lek gave the alabaster lady an awkward smile, before moving to take a seat on the bench—the only one in the vicinity.

“Happy Life Day.” The pilot offered. “I’m Seela.”

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Despite her offering her hand for his to hold, he did not take it - though not out of a distance between them. Instead, his finger idly drew aurabesh lettering into her palm; spelling out love letters he had written her near the beginning of their relationship. He still held them memorized, deeply and fully engrained in his mind and soul. It was a gentle reminder that he was still grounded, still alive.​

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Still in control.​

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When she asked who he would bet on winning, he spoke firmly, directly, without flair;​

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" Darth Strosius ."​

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"Watch him closely - he was trained by the snake."​

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She would know who that was by the iconic mask he had been known to wear - almost to an odd degree. It reminded Empyrean ever so slightly of the anonymous power Revan carried, turning his mask into a symbol few could recognize the Darth Lord without. It was a boon, a simplistic measure to retain a life seperate from the dark powers, but that was not perfect for all. It certainly made tracking the young Sith harder.​

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His attention was broken from the fight as Darth Xyrah approached, speaking in both apology and reverance for the two Sith. Still, Empyrean did not like the ever so slight casualness of his greeting, taking a moment to correct him despite himself;​

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"Darth.", he said firmly.​

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"Hopefully today will be just as enjoyable."​

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Knowingly, however, he held the secret of the Day's events - though not alone. Darth Ophidia had been entwined deeply in the proceedings of the day, and Empyrean looked about to ensure that all was carefully in place. His guards, the Sepulchral, Sith of a loyal temperment - all carefully placed for the purpose of this celebration. Still, his attention was broken as Omon Kaa / Darth Diem approached - giving his own supplication.​

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"See that you do not, Darth Diem. The Order entrusts you greatly with the management of our worlds. Do good work, and you will be rewarded immensely as your service and position decree. Despite what some may think, we are noble and generous lords...", he said, letting his metallic eyes offer a quick glance to Darth Carnifex .​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Blood Sport
Equipment: Vibroblade, Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Jaidha Yndrel / Quintessa / Lirka Ka

After a moment his gaze landed on a figure standing a short distance across the field from him, a Sith wielding to blades and with one of them held aloft to point at himself. As the crowd roared he was all too eager to dive into a proper duel against his fellow Sith, but before he could take a step towards the woman he noticed another, much smaller, combatant as she greeted both him and his initial challenge before settling into a stance.

The short...creature looked as if she could be punted all the way up into the stands with one swift kick but the bodies behind her told a much different story. And here Alisteri had thought that he had seen it all.

It was then that another Sith stepped forward to make the standoff into a tense square of Sith, an armored woman that made her allegiance to the Twice Emperor known with her exclamations. A Kainite was always a welcome addition to the business end of his blade as far as he was concerned. The masked man's gaze swept over the other three fighters before finally landing on the first Sith that had caught his eye.

He gave her a slight incline of his head before nodding to the armored Sith. "I'm killing the tall one first." Alisteri could only hope that Carnifex was watching, because he intended to make the Kainite beg for mercy on the snowy ground before it was all said and done. Without much further delay he leapt forward in a sprint towards the Kainite, letting the other pair sort themselves out for the time being.

His red blade carved a burned path in the field as he briefly dragged it along the ground during his sprint before bringing it up in a quick and precise thrust aimed at piercing through the heart of his opponent.

 

[Jaidha Yndrel]

Objectives: Blood Sport
Equipment: Lightsaber, Saber Shoto, Winter Outfit
Tags: Darth Strosius Quintessa Lirka Ka

Jiadha was eager to see the helmeted Sith accept her offer and began to step closer to him, only for a familiar looking...creature(?) from her time capturing Terminus and slaying their autocratic leader. She remembered the young woman being deadly, if artless, with her arsenal of technical weaponry. Interesting, certainly, but duelist didn't expect a challenge from her.

Jaidha dug in her heels and prepared for a thrilling three-way warm up battle, then yet another Sith marched into the standoff, bellowing her support for the Kainite cause. While she wouldn't consider herself a staunch Eternalist, Jaidha certainly had no love for Kainite Sith, and was eager for a chance to relieve one of their head. Of course, a four way bout was hardly an advantageous tactical position, she had three opponents to track, three fighting styles to study, and numerous methods of attack to watch out for. So when her initial, helmeted opponent cocked his head at the Kainite and offered to take her first, Jaidha had to begrudgingly accept the temporary alliance.

"Unless she kills you first." She called back. Jaidha didn't want to leave their initial challenge unaddressed, but if nothing else she hoped the man would wear down the Kainite before she came in for the kill.

She turned sharply toward the second, smaller fighter and began to slowly walk toward her, keeping her guard low as she knew the warrior would undoubtedly want to make the first move. There was no sense in wasting energy to close the distance with such an eager and agile opponent.

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Colosseum - Jutrand
Objective: II - Blood Sport
Tags: Darth Strosius Jaidha Yndrel Lirka Ka Gerwald Lechner
Direct Engagement: Jaidha Yndrel

Quintessa offered the armored slaver elf the sign of the Eternal Father before her Farsight pulled her attention towards the dark-haired Knight (Jaidha Yndrel) wielding twin crimson sabers, warning the tiny Acolyte of her significance in the coming minutes. The Asa’nyx’s mind processed the woman’s disposition and stance in slow motion, registering that she moved with the fitness and confidence of a talented duelist, controlled and efficient. This was no berserker, but rather a focused swordswoman who vanquished her opponents not through raw physicality, but via skill.

In many ways, she was Quintessa’s opposite.

As her opponent approached, guard held low, Quintessa swapped her shoto for her second chakram before shifting into motion, snow flying in her wake. Moving with the speed of a bolt launched from a crossbow, Quintessa made to run a circle around her opponent, in the hopes of getting onto her flanks. Simultaneously, she flung the chakram in her left hand towards the woman from 20 meters away, more or less a probing attack to assess her opponent’s defensive capabilities, yet aimed high with the intent to decapitate!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Twin Lightsaber Shotos

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Objective III: Wonderland
Fort Kadath, Jutrand
Tags: OPEN

While the rest of Jutrand celebrated Life Day in the streets, Rhi was at home - well, she was at one of the Dinn family's new homes. Already they had more than she had ever dreamed of. She almost couldn't believe it.

On the other hand, as she walked through the halls of Fort Kadath, she couldn't help but be acutely aware that this place was a gift. So was the land, wealth and holdings on Eliad which now belonged to her and Arcturus Dinn . While she was certainly grateful to have earned such materials (and the favor indicated by the givers), she still found herself wishing that they had taken it for themselves. She disliked feeling beholden to anyone.

Something was stirring among the Triumvirate. There was supposed to be an announcement soon. She had the holo on and tuned to the local broadcast channels, but it was mainly background noise to stifle the great looming silence within the fortress. She had other, more important duties to attend to.

Namely, finding a suitable babysitter for the twins. Several candidates had already arrived to audition. She was hoping to find someone who could also serve as a tutor. Homeschooling seemed necessary for the children of... people like them.

Turning to the guards, she sighed. "Well, I can't put this off any longer. Start sending them in."

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Jutrand, III
Tag | Seela Leini

The Twi'lek taking a seat on the bench earned a slight gaze from Adeline, giving them a simple nod as they looked back. As she took a sip from her coco, the stranger had spoken to her.

"Happy life day to you as well, I am Adeline."

Nothing seemed worthy of note regarding this woman, they were not a force sensitive, nor appeared to be up to any tricks. By the look of it they were part of the Kainate, Malsheem was just such a vast place that it was hard to keep note of the many thousands of faces that called the station home. It did make the occultist question how much this young officer paid attention, Adeline was an apprentice under Carnifex himself... Today was not the day to say or do anything brash, was it really so hard to just be cheerful?

"I recognize your attire, do you frequent Malsheem? I spend a good bit of time there myself, mostly within the first sections of the library."

Only those who were trusted could ever peek at the vast knowledge within said library, even just the first layer of it all.

"Are you... Waiting for someone?"

Adeline had never been one to master casual conversation, in fact, it wasn't something she did often.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Objective II: Blood Sport

Malum grit down his teeth, as his opponent's lightsaber pressed down upon his, Malum could feel his own invisible tendrils shoot out to all those in the arena, some of them felt the normal things, fear, nervousness, disgust and while others felt much more powerful things, anger, hatred, pain, yet there were those that felt the most troubling of emotions, exhilaration, joy, happiness. It was not due to the fact that it was those cheering at the edge of the arena that he felt it so troubling, though it was certainly troubling, not even the fact that it was the wild creatures, the captured criminals, and his own fellow Sith that felt that way, though that too was certainly troubling, rather.

It was because he was too keenly aware that he was exhibiting those emotions.

He had felt these troubling emotions more and more on the battlefield and within any fight really, where before he would feel a tightness in his chest, a quickness of breath at any dance, any social interaction, with the dance of blades, the interactions of death.

He felt more alive than he had ever been.

His red eyes shone a dangerous glint, as with his free hand, he willed the Force to his fingers and pushed away his opponent, an invisible power passing through him creating a necessary distance between them. Then before he could react, his saber pressed across the snow landing below them, water both ice and ignited by plasma shot forth.

Malum lied in thinking he did not take some sick delight in the screams elicited as the man would lose his eyes.

He would not need to fear that fate for long, as Malum trudged through the snow, his ears silent to the screaming and cheering crowds, his blade a wraith among the light, as the man was crouched over, both hands cupping his face, his lightsaber long abandoned.

It was odd, how quickly those feelings seemed to pass, how quickly exhilaration, joy, and happiness left them both. One out of crippling pain, the other out of the distinct feeling of shame.

He gave naught but a silent croak, as Malum's lightsaber, struck him down, another corpse to be added to the snow.

Dimmed eyes raised their view upwards to all those left in the arena. Strangely enough, most of them would be those he would have considered friend, or at the very least ally.

Alisteri, the graduated apprentice of their mutual Mistress, Darth Ophidia, was facing off against Lirka Ka, the champion of the Confederacy of the Independent Systems and the Kainite Order. No doubt this would be a very interesting match, the champions of Tsis'Kaar and Kainites to annihilate each other. No doubt the crowd would be wild.

Still, rather interesting no notable champion of the Eternalists was among them today.

Well, that was not quite true, Malum's eyes found themselves on the large bulky man who as a wolf was quickly lapping up some alcoholic beverage. He was familiar, some other member of the Confederacy of Independent Systems... Black Obsidian was the Order he served, was it not? His eyes drifted upwards ever still, Srina Talon, sitting beside... Darth Empyrean. He knew who she was, of course, he did. The Exarch of the Confederacy, indeed, seemed many remnants of the Confederacy existed among them. And with her hands intertwined with Empyrean, made it very evident where these remnant's loyalties lay.

So was this Gerwald Lecher to be the Eternalist representation today? Most interesting.

His eyes drifted along to the next coupling about to begin their fight. the speedster Quintessa was facing off against Lady Yndrel, to what would inveitably prove to be a very interesting bout as well. One which unlike the first he was not sure where to place his loyalty, they were both friends, comrades and allies who had fought with him on Saijo. One had agreed to come with him to Dromund Kaas for the great Darth Marr’s Holocron, while the other… well he was still not sure what occurred on that night on Jutrand, but he could attest at the very least he had awoke the next day safe and sound, something that in his inebriated state the night before he was not certain would have been the case.

Regardless of who would win then, he only hoped they would both be safe.

However such things did leave him without a dueling partner. A situation that was content enough for him, allow others to gloat and preen tor combat, he would wait until one such made a challenge for him.

Allow his heart and body to remove the shame that had grown deep.

Gerwald Lechner Darth Strosius Quintessa Jaidha Yndrel Lirka Ka