The Sanctity of Darkness

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1B4bDU4AfsQ​

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Undocumented Asteroid Belt
Somewhere within the Pacanth Reach

The light of a dying sun illuminated the wreckage of a long dead world, its innards spilling out into the void as gravity continued its gradual decadence. Soon enough what was left of the planetoid would be nothing more than chunks of rock floating through the endless nothing, but for now the skeleton continued to grasp at existence despite the forces waylaid against it. It was in the remnants that ships moved with great grace and caution, effortless maneuvering out of the path of rogue debris that threatened to crush the vessel and expose all on board to the cruelty of space. The smoldering ruins of less fortunate ships were a grim reminded of the dangerous trek necessary to reach the monstrous construction at the heart of the asteroid field.

Gargantuan walls of basalt stone and towers of shining black metal rose to meet the ship as it angled around a larger asteroid that had been redirected away from the construction site so as to not demolish what had already been built. A dozen or so construction drones milled about the unfinished columns that jutted from the jagged stone accompanied by a virtual army of overseers in full-bodied space suits and smaller automatons who directed themselves through the air by precise bursts of their thrusters. The only real structure that was practically finished was the central tower that rose from the very center of the mammoth asteroid, its top domed with thick sheets of transparisteel that allowed those within to view a glimpse of the sickly nebula that loomed outside of the dead system.

The small vessel charted itself on a trajectory that would angle it around the far side of the asteroid station before gliding into an open hanger built directly into the rock. The shuttle slowed its descent until it hovered above the polished metal that had been grafted onto the rock floor, and with a good dip the landing gear deftly grasped the ground and the ship came to a rest. The boarding ramp lowered and out emerged the Dark Lords of the Sith themselves, Darth Carnifex and [member="Darth Prazutis"], both draped in their most Sithly of garbs with their lightsabers clearly dangling from their hips accompanied by the most respected Epicanthix nobility. Carnifex gave the hanger a momentary glance before motioning for him and his entourage to continue down the nearest corridor (which just so happened to be the only corridor at the moment!) which would lead them to a massive lift.

After taking the lift they would be greeted by another large throng of people, all benefactors, military leaders, and other Sith of the Black Empire. Carnifex and Prazutis would leave the nobility to mingle with the others while they themselves would enter a private antechamber reserved just for them, and after another moment of preparation that would take their positions on an extendable podium not dissimilar to that of the Chancellor's podium in the Republic Senate, although this contraption was far more ornate and gaudy than that of their principle foe's.

The chamber above them was filled to capacity with individuals who had all pledged themselves loyal to the Dark Lord's cause assembled in terraced rows that were, again, not dissimilar to the Republic Senate chamber. Yet like the podium there was a flair of authoritarianism to the setting, and monuments to the ancient Dark Lords dominated the cardinal corners of the chamber, their arms holding up the massive glass ceiling visible from the outside. Above them that sickly nebula writhed against a backdrop of speckled blackness, and it was under that sky that the Dark Lords held their first official convocation.

They would not address the assembly just yet, but they would make gestures of solidarity towards those within the crowd that would return their gestures in kind. They would wait until the entire gathering had arrived and settled down into their respective seats before beginning.

[member="Alaenera Celralis"] | [member="Alarice Zambrano"] | [member="Arkaitz Zambrano"]​

[member="Clovis Torcularis"] | [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Darth Eversor"]​

[member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Darth Pryde"]​

[member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Harley"]​

[member="Heim Avendahl"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Jansal Corego"]​

[member="Kael Vendar"] | [member="Mór-rioghain"] | [member="Micolash Paarl"]​

[member="Mitth'urst'almiti"] | [member="Moravian Zambrano"] | [member="Pravus Zambrano"]​

[member="Prince Morbach"] | [member="Raoh Logarius"] | [member="Sabik Dhami"]​

[member="sabrina"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Seras Goto"]​

[member="Skesk Drirzy"] | [member="The Gray Assassin"] | [member="Vaulkhar"]​

[member="Vessel of Carnifex"] | [member="Xenro"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"]​

 

[Vaulkhar]

Shortly after the arrival of his father, Vaulkhar soon followed suit. Unlikely his father, [member="Darth Carnifex"], he was simply a bastard. Nothing about him brought the attention or interest of the nobility and the upper class of the Pacanth Reach. He for all intensive purposes is just a blight upon the realm, as he has yet to prove himself within his father's Empire. And until recently, he had no care in the world to do so. That was until the fall of the One Sith and his own desire to return to the battlefield. He had fought beside his father before, if only for a short time. But he missed it, the blood, the glory, the honor that came with facing down the forces of an enemy as others died around him and he was within his own world. It was a feeling he came to lust after; which was why he joined his father's Black Empire.

Unlike his father, Vaulkhar lacked anything unique about him. He was not garbed in splendorous, beautiful robes. He did not have magnificent jewelry or wealth. He was a simple man. His dark gray robes, trimmed with crimson hung around him, hiding away his armor beneath. His curved-lightsaber hung from his belt, within arms reach. The most unique thing about the man was likely the fact he was a half-breed. Aside from that, he was rather bland and mostly unnoticeable.

So upon his arrival, as expected, there was no procession to meet him. There weren't nobles or servants willing to give him their attention. Instead their attention was diverted to their glorious God-King, his father. So he wandered into the chamber and sat within the crowds, his hood lowered as to reveal who he was to his people. He made himself as comfortable as possible within his seat, ignoring what went on around him as he stared out towards his father, his gaze never leaving that of his father's wicked visage. It was rare for him to actually be in the God-King's presence, let alone have ample time to actually watch the man and study him.

Vaulkhar could remember standing beside his father on Balmorra as they awaited the Jedi's attack for the Galactic Republic. He could remember watching his father beat the Jedi Grandmaster mercilessly as she stood before him, attempting to challenge what is likely the most powerful man in the galaxy. And it honestly scared him. His father was the epitome of power, fear, and anger. Kaine Zambrano could most likely stand toe to toe against a legion of foes and come out on the other side unscathed. And as much as he may not stand with the Sith, he most certainly did not want to stand against them, with Kaine at their head.

 

[Zef Halo]

Asteroid Belt, Pacanth Reach.

It was the first gathering of the Sith Lords of the Black Empire. A moment Heim had eagerly anticipated as he stood on one of the terraced rows observing the arrival of Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis. Before their arrival, he had taken his time to read through ancient writings, something he thoroughly enjoyed doing in his free time. As the duo of authority stepped on the podium, the Lorrdian Sith closed the ancient dusty book and put it back next to where his lightsaber was. That is where the book was hooked with a chain.

The Sith Knight leaned forward on the rail focusing on the two Sith Lords on the podium. Numerous thoughts ran through his head. Questions mainly. Questions of where was their helmsman taking them to ? What was the future before the Black Empire ? A slight smirk was painted on his face as the questions were stopped and an answer formed in his head. The future was obvious.

The Sith would rule the galaxy again.

The Culling of the Galaxy had only just begun.




[member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Heim Avendahl"] [member="Vaulkhar"]

Harley had followed her god king here, she was here to bear witness to others pledging themselves under his banner. She was a member of his household staff, and whilst today she was catering duty. She was here to watch, and help if needed. Dressed in her leather armour, and her sabers clipped to her belt. She stood in corner to watch and listen to events as they proceed, this meeting may project him to more power. She new her place, she was a minion nothing more nothing less. She waited for the ,meeting to start, she would only do anything if instructed to, or things got out of control.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth banshee was with a few members of the Dark brotherhood, on way to meet Darth Carnifex, formerly Darth Vornskr. She was here to pledge allegiance to him, in any fight against the Jedi orders. She was coming on board a Tarantula class cruiser, a six hundred meter tactical cruiser. The ship moved slowly through asteroid field, with two squadrons of eagles helping her navigate the asteroid field. As she approached the meeting point, the ship was taken down to hangar, where and her entourage disembarked.

She was dressed in her war armour and her new lightsaber hung from her belt, as she and the rest of people she was with got of the ship. The ship took off, so not to use too much of the hanger bay. Her personal slave Adi was behind her, her job was to taste test her drinks, just incase this was some sort of plan to kill of any enemies. She doubted it was, but always paid to be careful. She watched as her ship took off, and then walked down the single corridor wondering what events would unfold this day. As she entered the main chamber, she saw what looked like a debating chamber. Though she did wonder what the plan was for this building, she then took step to side to let others in. She waited for there host to speak, and tell them all what his plan was. She would happy for anything that would unite the sith, to wage war on the Jedi again.

Spoiler

[member="Heim Avendahl"]
[member="Vaulkhar"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Adi Rost"]
[member="Ajarod Shova"]
[member="Clovis Torcularis"]
[member="Crucifere Sin"]
[member="Darth Manah"]
[member="Darth Venefica"]
[member="Noda Fir"]
[member="TI-1027"]
[member="Txon Taronyu"]
[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

It felt like drowning for what little conscious that remained of Silas Verd. Like sitting in a room without windows or doors that's filling with something much thicker than water, instead the walls begin to bleed and corruption itself begins to wash over the lad's being, consuming him whole. He could hear everything that happened outside of these mental walls, his world destroyed and molested by the twisted malevolence and perversion of a dark entity that wanted nothing more with the galaxy than to leave his mark and instill a fear that the Jedi or anyone alike wouldn't soon forget. ​

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From within the depths of the prison, locked away in the recesses of the inky blackness of hatred, the boy truly began to die. Never to see his friends or family again, but instead having his flesh worn by a monster. A wolf in sheep's clothing.​

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Darth Eversor followed a bit behind along with the rest of the nobility. His armor intricate and symbolizing his devotion to the throne of the Black Empire, what would be to the last breath hissing from behind his teeth if he were to die for such a glorious and righteous cause. He would be found a hero for this great empire, for he would be bathed in the sanguine honor of his foes. ​

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A large warblade was sheathed at the back of the notorious devil, the hilt decorated in fabrics torn from Jedi robes flecked with blood and unwashed carnage. The Sith looked around among the construction before following suit amongst his kind, walking as if he had purpose once more. The dying stars of the black sea would burn with anguish, and the screams of innocence would be for mercy from the hierarchy of warriors and judges casting the damned into their rightful places. Darth Eversor would make certain that the Black Empire stayed strong, for his God-King and his own bloodlust and madness.​

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For the most part he stayed silent among the nobility, merely inspecting everyone in attendance and pondering over the future of this grandiose scheme in the works.​

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"...Shepherds among the flock..." ​

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[member="Harley"] [member="Heim Avendahl"] @Vaulkhar [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Pravus Zambrano]

Cruel hands lingered upon the face of the grimoire, stretched expression of tormented flesh that encapsulated the book binding. Parchment of the old ways, stained with the dirt of time, forever bound within sinew and taut tendons. It was a manifestation of his mind, made whole and corporeal, to forever contain the thoughts that elevated him above common man. Like a man caressing the visage of his lover, elongated fingers and sharpened nails scraped first the rim of the eyeless socket. Trailing down the cheek bone, forever lifted towards the promise of torment, down to just the slightest impression of the ear. It had once been pierced, decorated with heavy hoops that sagged the flesh. With a twist of the wrist, the brooch unclasped with a sparkle of gold and aged brass. Reaching up to his shoulder, he pulled a feather from his ornately decorated shoulder and licked the sharpened tip.

Mania and passion wove a marriage unlike any other, shown on display through the blackened reflection of his deep seated eyes. Like large orbs of enigmatic origin, they had no business as components of a face. But there they sat, searching through the droves of people, only to be caught by the Gothic architecture which defined this budding station. The sort of regal engineering that brought one question to his mind. Which came first, the asteroid or the pillar? As if a seed had been buried deep within the stone, only to fester and sup on the emptiness of space, finally birthed at the moment that was right. This moment.

He was simply another bastard among the many, though lofty notions of destiny filled his mind. Catalyzed through the processes of alchemic calculations and incipient predilections of fate, he considered himself standing upon temporary inconvenience, a mere step down from godhood. Time and effort, that was all that was needed for a being so ripe with talent, to ascend to the stars that now surrounded the station. But as all things must, he would bide his time in self taught discipline. During the invasion of Coruscant, he had taken advantage of the plump vestiges of desperation, like snow angels in the ashes. Finding amid their search for hope and shelter, they found neither. And he furthered his studies to the sounds of their screams.

All because of advantage taken, when fate so warmly offered.

Feather quill etched curved lines within the book. Black against brown and white, he drew the display of people amidst the flood of black and devilish stylings. The sort of world he desired to see, the realm of reality molested by utter decay and sinister ideals. There were no words for this page, no words escaping his lips. Just the image of two figures standing at a podium, demons and ghastly figures resting upon their shoulders. Clawing and snarling and screaming, fire ever present in the background. As he drew, he caught the eye of the figure standing next to him, attempting to peek a glance at such masterful depiction.

Stifling the desire to pluck out an eye, for his growing collection, he simply tightened his grip on the book and shielded it from view. His eyes spoke of sinister possessiveness, but his lips betrayed him with a muffled giggle. Another nameless figure to the list, he thought, as he refocused upon his book keeping and people watching.

[member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Heim Avendahl"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jC1vtG3oyqg​

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Off in the distance Darth Ferus stood alone, simply watching the group gather. He remained in a corner, away from anyone and everyone. Normally this would be considered edgy, but wrapped around his shoulders was a snake. Or at least looked like it. Closer inspection would reveal it was a monstrous wurm. It was small, perhaps four or five feet, but it's eyeless face scanned the room with the SIth Lord.

"It's interesting, isn't it? How all these people can gather without harming one another. All because of one man and the power he held. Well, perhaps two. If the second can show his strength that is." The wurm nodded once, clearly able to understand at least the Basic tongue. Other than that though, he'd just stand there, watching and waiting for what ever was to happen next.

 

[Yox Dikai]

So this was to be the headquarters of this new Black Empire, Mala thought as the shuttle was eclipsed by the asteroid. A city carved from space rock, it looked like some image from a dream, or a citadel of long forgotten celestial deities, the home of their pantheon. But perhaps that was not what it looked like, but what Darth Carnifex desired it to look like, to support his title of God-King. Mala held no illusions about his divinity. He was no god, no matter how he styled himself. No, he was more than some deity of this jungle world. He was a man with more power than anyone alive, and in that, he held far more power than any gods of any pantheon.

The ship settled down on the hangar floor with a hiss of hydraulics as the ramp lowered and Mala stood, turning to stride down the ramp, leaving the rest of the Sith behind as they gathered their things, still idly chit-chatting about different things. She had no time for them or their concerns. Only one corridor and lift were constructed at this point, so Mala followed them, riding up to the main chamber. The sheer size of it took her breath away. It looked like what she had seen of the old Senate chamber, but grander and darker, with ancient statues holding up the roof, while a nebulae loomed outside.

Carnifex and his second, whose name she couldn't remember at the moment, stood at the top of a platform, towering above everyone else. As it should be, as far as she was concerned, for now at any rate. She settled into a crowd on one of the terraces, noting those around her, and waited for the speech to begin, however long that would take. Given the nature of Dark Lords of the Sith, Mala couldn't help but guess the speech would be rather long and grandiose, full of dramatic emphases and grand visions of the coming Dark. Effective, but not as precise as she would prefer.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Her face, shrouded by a black veil that obscured her cold eyes, [SIZE=14.6667px]Alaenera[/SIZE] joined the assembly of Siths and darksiders that had convened at Darth Carnifex’s behest. He was the God-King of the Epicanthix and she was half. As a result, she felt an obligation to follow and serve the man - within reason at least. She was bound by custom and not by religious zealotry after all.

Eagerly, she waited for the God-King to address the assembly, curious as to what he had intended to say and for what reason he had invited so many to convene at this location. Hopefully, he would be calling a crusade upon the galaxy to bring death and torment to those in their wake.

Impatiently, she tapped her long, sharp fingernails against the wall. She wished to reunite with her pretties - her delightful army of decaying zombies that were slaves to her whims who she had to leave behind as soon as possible. They were going to have oh so much fun terrorising a village and adding to their ranks later. Her crimson lips curled up and formed a smile at that thought.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Heim Avendahl"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Pravus Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Mala Fost"]​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Undocumented Asteroid Belt
Deep within the Pacanth Reach

In the epicenter of the asteroid field surrounding a long dead world, its innards spilling from its side like a long festering wound spilling out massive rocks threatening to crush everything that neared them. However it was deep in the remnants of this world that a massive swarm of ships, construction droids maneuvered clearing and creating, shaping and forging. The project was great and their ambitions massive, the ruins of crushed ships from accidents involving the massive asteroids reminders of the dangerous repercussions when mistakes were made in such a hostile environment. Towering walls of black basalt stone rose high into the air along with a massive central tower of black metal, so dark it actually gleamed in the light of the nearby moon. It was here with the central tower that the newly arrived ship docked, and once the ramp dropped the two Dark Lords stepped forth. They were clad in their respected Sithly garb with a royal touch, lightsabers clipped at their sides. They were surrounded by a cadre of nobility the most powerful of the Epicanthix Houses.

Already their forces made great strides in the massive undertaking they took up, the central tower for the most part was in the finishing stages, and the rest of the massive asteroid was mobbed with an equally large force of volunteer, and slave workers, automatons mixed in. It took many months for this massive structure to leave the planning stages, along with others Prazutis personally presiding over the planning process. After all as the architect of the new Vain Hollow, he was used to overseeing construction processes like this. However this time was different rather than leading the efforts alone with the spectral visage of his master returning to oversee things, they worked in tandem on the project. Along with countless other expert architects and defectors from the One Sith Empire.

There were security concerns of course as always and to that end he put the intelligence apparatus brought from the Sith as well to work, finding the right location, setting up hyperspace disruptors to prevent directly hyperspacing into the system, being stopped at the edges, along with the appropriate force from the War Fleets to protect it. All of their plans coming to reality now, as the two Dark Lords walked through the room filled with military leaders, black knights, and dignitaries from the Black Empire. They left the nobility here to mingle while the two leaders entered a private antechamber. After a brief moment the two donned an podium very similar to the Supreme Chancellors in the Republic, but much more ornate. The entire antechamber was dotted with statues, beautiful works and the pods covered with an authoritarian flare, each one had additional symbols formed in holographic display to identify the group that took up that particular podium. As the Dark Lords rose standing together on a united front, they stood in silence waiting for the rest to arrive. Just as planned Prazutis would let Kaine begin.

 

[Darth Eversor]

The royal executioner of the God-King further observed the rest of the nobility currently present. This rock they were on was to be the catalyst for many things to come, but yet, something was to be desired. Out of any of the regally attired associates in the room, Darth Eversor found himself distanced. He had little in common with the noble houses aside from his lineage, and even so, all his time was spent in battle and for shedding blood. Something he knew few of them practiced as zealously. ​

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Under the guise of a Verd lay a darkened soul so foul that even the most refined of Sith showed disgust for such a malignant presence. A demon bent on catering to the most damned and visceral displays of violence and rage. Was he even to be considered Sith? That was merely a moniker adopted by a party long, long ago and had little meaning to the entity. He considered himself walking death, a part of the Force that was appointed as a judge and executioner. And for this he was aptly titled and granted the position as the God-King's personal slayer of men and species defiant of the Black Empire's power.​

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"...What need is there for nobility when all you do is bicker... take blade and malice, until then, do not approach me..."​

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One of the nobles seemed amused by the dark entity's need to complain and approached him with a cockiness most upper-classed snobs would carry, totally unaware of the executioner's status to the God-King.​

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"Blade and malice? How unsophisticated and brutish. Your armor speaks of a noble upbringing, but you... you are nothing. "​

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"You... are...nothing..."​

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The noble snickered and turned away, casually walking back to his group of friends as they all shot the entity a look of disapproval and social nonacceptance. They were simply too good for the executioner's company.​

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They were mistaken.​

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Through the Force, Darth Eversor grasped the noble by the back of his neck and pulled him close, turning him around and lifting him up in the air. With his left gauntlet, he reached towards the hilt of his greatsword and relinquished the corrupt warblade into view. The noble himself didn't show fear, bur rather a great deal of aggravation and distaste as he struggled to get free. But it was futile.​

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"You will be punished for your treason! The God-King will have you obliterated! You-"​

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With a sudden pull, the noble was skewered onto the large blade. His blood spraying outward and onto the party he was with as they were caught dumbfounded and with mouths open, shocked by the needless escalation of violence. Not another word was spoken, and not another condescending glare was cast towards the unbiased murderer. ​

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Darth Eversor stared straight into his victim's eyes as he watched their life fade. Their arms going limp and crimson dripping onto the floor.​

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The first taste of death for the asteroid, tainted by a monster's desire to slaughter.​

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What would the God-King have to say about such?​

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The corpse was slung from the blade near a wall to lay limp, leaving the room in an awkward silence and with an air of negativity. Darth Eversor raised his blade before his gaze and relished the rubies that dripped onto his gauntlet. He then brought the blade downward, tip resting against the floor as his hands folded over the pommel. He continued to observe the room undisturbed, unless approached or detained by whoever. ​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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It didn't take long for blood to be spilled in the hallowed halls, such was the risks one took when gathering so many monsters, murderers, and psychopaths in one location. If there had been any outcry against the death of some nameless noble who had imposed his arrogant attitude on the wrong individual and paid in blood for his hubris, the Dark Lord didn't react or even really give it much attention. Instead he remained standing atop the podium, a thin smile stretched across his face as he raised both of his hands up in a gesture. At that moment unseen workings hiding in the darkened rafters of the dome's edge unfurled four massive banners displaying the crest of the Black Empire, a hooded skull-like apparition, across a field of dark maroon. Dark, yet triumphant, music began to play over loudspeakers hidden throughout the massive chamber, and after a moment the blaring noise would quiet to nothingness as Carnifex opened his mouth to speak at last.

"Brothers, sisters, comrades in the dark... We once more find ourselves at a crossroads, our dominions shattered, and our order reduced to nothing but a smattering of feeble wastrels clamoring in a darkness they know nothing of. For too long have we Sith been bound to the delusions of a Dark Lord who hid himself away in a tower while his power wasted away as insanity took root in his mind. And too long have we been subject to bureaucrats who could barely even lift a sword, let alone swing it at their enemies! Cowards who would rather fill their own coffers than expand our dominion over a galaxy that is ours by right!"

The Dark Lord's voice was being projected over the entire audience by the same loudspeakers used to play that quick blast of music a few moments prior, and it wouldn't take much to imagine that his voice could even be heard in the darkness of space outside of this asteroid complex, so great was the passion in his words. In one fell swoop he denounced both the One Sith and the Sith Triumvirates, two failing organizations that may at one point had seemed like promising bastions of Sith ideology, but have since fallen prey to the jackals.

"No longer can we tolerate such heresy within our ranks any longer, my brothers and sisters. We must cast aside such delusions, such greed, and embrace our true calling! By it's nature the Force is the epitome of duality, a Light Side and a Dark Side constantly at odds with one another, and there my friends lies the primordial truth we have willingly blinded ourselves from. Remember the mantra! Peace is a Lie! The Force itself is conflict, and so we must embrace the duality of the Force! Heed me now, we cannot sit idly by with our power and our wealth, becoming complacent and lazy like tamed pets... We are apex predators, the highest on the food chain, and so we must hunt! We must wage war! Perpetual conflict is in our nature, we feed on such passions, such violence! Pledge yourselves to me now and I will give you war, and I will see to the destruction of all who have stood in our path to greatness."

His voice had quickly risen from a calculated whisper to a roaring tempest, his inflamed passions radiating out to directly affect those within the crowd who were most susceptible. Already many amongst the throne had been moved to action by his words, shouting back authoritarian mantras and affirmations of his words. Even those of the crowd who were less vocal, more restrained, found it difficult not to at least cross their fist over their heart or waist it up into the air as a sign of solidarity, their own acceptance of his message. With the smell of freshly spilled blood and the hateful words of a tyrant ringing in every ear, one would find it hard not to be swept up in the rapture.

"Pledge yourself to me, and our enemies will be so utterly destroyed that not even carrion birds could scavenge what remains. We are Empire yet again, and soon our blackened crusade will sweep across the galaxy."

Blackened Crusade? That gave him an idea even as the words began to tumble freely from his mouth, his eyes blazing with a malignant righteousness rivaled only by a few. Yes, this new Empire would be the harbingers of a crusade so dark that no light could possibly escape, and in doing so they would adopt such bleakness into their hearts.

"All will either kneel, or fall to the Black Empire."

[member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Heim Avendahl"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Pravus Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Mala Fost"] | [member="Alaenera Celralis"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

"The Black Empire, huh?"

Vaulkhar couldn't hold back as his lip curled up into a half-smile. It was unlikely anyone around him had even heard him utter that simple question. The dozens around him were in an uproar. Servants, soldiers, and nobles alike were on their legs, standing upright for their emperor. From swearing fealty to cursing his foes, all around him rose up in a cacophony of voices that roared outward in unison. Unlike those around him, Vaulkhar did not break into the mad celebration that took hold of those around him. Rather he simply stood up and stared his father down, looking into the glowing green gaze birthed by the dark side, radiating from his helmet. The man had managed to shake the asteroid to the core as everyone celebrated his words, throwing themselves into a frenzy of damn-near worship. This was the power Kaine Zambrano had on the common man, upon the dark side of the force, and soon upon the galaxy.

This was the very reason he had no desire to stand against his father. While he would not classify himself as Sith, at least not in ideology, the power this one man held over hundreds within this room was terrifying. The Black Empire was on the rise with his father at it's head. And rather than be left behind or slaughtered by the war machine, he knew he'd have to jump aboard the tide of darkness that would soon sweep the galaxy. Vaulkhar knew in order to survive, he must swear his loyalties to this empire in order to stand supreme one day. The blind man was completely unaware how powerful his father's hold on others was until this day. And now that he has witnessed it, he could not deny it. He could not deny that desire to earn his place beside his father, to make a name for himself, and further the fear that flowed outward from others when the name Zambrano was mentioned.

Vaulkhar's only desires were to find a path and find himself. But it has appeared he has found more. He has found his path and must now walk it. It has become clear to him how to find himself so he must now do it. And it all stemmed from the man clad in armor, radiating the dark side, who stood centered within this room, upon the podium. It stemmed from the man who's power was so frightening that all within swore themselves to him.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Heim observed with a smile as the eerie banners unraveled with a thump to reveal the symbol of what was to be proclaimed today by the God-King of the Epicanthix. Followed by glorious music that faded away as soon as Darth Carnifex began his speech that was heard all over the hall through the speakers that had just previously produced the melody of triumph.

The encouraging words that followed could only bring the poet within the Sith Knight to materialize his ancient notepad and inked feather in his hands. The words that were typed down were simply the set up for the climax that Heim was sure was to follow.

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As Darth Carnifex's speech reached its climax, Heim felt rallied. He felt motivated, engulfed in the dark side he blinked to reveal for just a momen this icy blue stare after which the little organisms around him withered into nothing. The moment was once gone, his eyes back to his usual sith yellow color but his smirk still remained on his face. The Lorrdian poet shut his notepad and returned the ink pot back to its position with a final scribble.

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[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Pravus Zambrano"] | [member="Mala Fost"] | [member="Alaenera Celralis"]

 

[Hailey Sosis]

She stood watching the events unfold, she saw [member="Darth Carnifex"] executioner kill some noble, she almost giggled. She was trying very hard not to, biting her lip hard in attempts not to. Then her lord and master spoke, it sent a shiver down her spine. She enjoyed every minute of it, his voice was dark and full of passion. So caught up in it she was when he said kneel, she knelt down. She quickly got back up again, as she realized no one else was, she hoped no one noticed. Her face was also a little red behind her hide helmet.

 

[Darth Eversor]

The uproarious cacophony of cheering and worship for the God-King was near intoxicating, the Lord's presence nearly drove the executioner into a frenzy as the darkness of the hallowed halls grew with an immense aura. The one noble that dared to act upon his own foolish accord would not be conscious or alive to witness such a divine moment of history for the Sith and fiends alike. ​

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"...Glory to the Black Empire..."​

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Darth Eversor hissed with a twisted tongue, his words as distorted and unnatural as his very being. He could feel the Light within his vessel finally perish, the lad was no more as corruption had cemented itself and took whole the flesh of the once Jedi. Silas Verd's existence was to be no more. His bones and very hands would do a great service, one more meaningful than the Republic could ever propose with its faulty code and faith. ​

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The intricately clad Hand of the God-King turned around to make sure those in attendance were showing their respects, turning back to gaze upon the figure that birthed him into existence to do his biding. Raising his blade in honor of the moment, coagulated blood dripped like sludge onto the floor as the butcher also took knee and presented himself in a manner likened to a knight. Hand on hilt, the damned royalty paid his respects and welcomed the age of a rebirth where the galaxy would be made holy, divine with a truth none could escape.​

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Darth Eversor's blade was sworn to cut the lies from every planet like a surgeon, to slash the flesh and tear the naysayers asunder from their souls. A charity of rubies and sinew to celebrate the wealth of the Black Empire.​

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What a glorious day it was to be breathing.​

 

[Darth Banshee]

As one of [member="Darth Carnifex"] minions killed one of the guests, she thought the minion was a fool. Why kill a resource, when you need them the most, she thought to herself. Who knows what his family may thought of that, and would that put them odds with the new emperor. She then listened to his speech it was good, and it was true, the sith where the apex predators. The galaxy should kneel to them, as it what the force willed it, and has always willed. As she finished others began to chant his name, she did not join in. Chanting was not her thing, she gave a nod of approval. She had brought a list of ships, she had ready of shipyard these would be offered to him at cost, till he had proper income stream.

She took a sip of the wine, and waited for things to die down. There was much too do, and good speeches, no matter how good they where not going to do it, blood sweat and tears where what was going to accomplish the task. She waited for what his orders where, and then with true sith ferocity she would get on with it.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus watched on in silence, still smiling, still petting the wurm wrapped around his shoulders. The Sith called for war yet again, to destroy and kill everything in their path on an unholy crusade through the Galaxy. Such a perfect opportunity for all the devious ideas running through this mans head. So when the others clapped, he clapped. When the others cheered, he cheered. So long as [member="Darth Carnifex"] proved himself the Dark Lord he said he was, Darth Ferus would follow.

 

[Mór-rioghain]

So loud;;

Like war drums that only know one song: the promise of merciless death and destruction. They've already used blood as their war paint, they've sharpened their blades, they've p̶r̶e̶p̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ dreamed for this moment.

The melody of destruction is blooming, deafening those it sweeps by, beating down harder, harder, and harder, until blood is forged with an unforgiving fire. ~~~~~




She stood towards the back, her form concealed by various dancing shadows. Cold Emerald hues took in all around her, she could tell the masses were being rallied. She wasn't very surprised in that aspect , the man speaking had the air of someone that commanded both obedience and the attention of those around him. Not to mention he just so happened to be the person she sought out for years. Not that she would make that fact known anytime soon. For now she would watch and observe.

It was when the others clapped and cheered that she would just tilt her head and study them. She came drawn by the call like many others. She would play the part needed all the while taking a sick satisfaction when the color red flowed throughout the Galaxy. She was here simply to study those that shed blood, a curious habit she had picked up when just a small child.