To Tantorus We Go [One Sith Dominon of Tantorus ]

[Darth Nephthys]

[member="Darth Arcis"] @Darth Mirien [member="Tsavong Kraal"]

Nephthys would sense the stout and behemoth form of the Vongd Tsavong Kraal beside her. It was a mirror to months back to where the young petite woman would stand beside the late Darth Shara as his Shield.

His height would only show the distinct stark difference between the two, highlighting her diminutive form beside the four armed Vong. And while their differences in appearance would express the vast array of the One Sith Empire’s subjects, they were constant in their religious devotion.

He would have his pantheon and she would have hers. The Gods and Goddesses that they genuflect in fervent prayer day in and day out.

Devotion. Fidelity. Purpose.

Everything had a purpose.

Were they to take Darth Mirien’s offer, Nephthys would follow suit, silently and quietly. Her large red eyes lowered in reverence.

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Darth Odium"] [member="Artemisia Vy Kar"]

Location Ancient Crypt
Objective : Summoning Artemisia to aide them.

The silver orbs of Darth Isolda’s eyes would stir in anticipation, a wolfish grin drawing over her crimson lips.

“All the better.” she’d coo out in a throaty voice.

“The Goddess shall give us strength.” she promised, and at that moment she could feel the churning rage and fury of the Sword of Vahl.

It would behoove her to come here, to this crypt, to writhe in the hate of a thousand souls and secure her fidelity to the Goddess Vahl.

With this thought, Isolda would beckon [member="Artemisia Vy Kar"], her voice crossing the distance to be a mere whisper in the shell of her ear.

“Come, Sword of Vahl, we shall glorify in the strength of the Goddess.”

She would then take a step towards the entrance of ancient Sith Temple. Beyond the depths would be an inky blackness that would shield their sight.

Incantations would fall from Isolda’s lips and the Dark Side of the Force would stir. The Goddess Vahl was the goddess of fire and destruction, and in this the Chosen of Vahl would summon the pyrokinetic ability to light their way.

Six orbs of pulsing and writhing fire would soon combust into life, surrounding the two with their ambient light.

 

[Darth Banshee]

I don`t where to begin, he was a friend who attacked you. Well I thought he was. She decide not to mention her mistake of trying to flirt with him. Also I failed our order, the mandalorians have chucked every sith out their territory. I failed as diplomat, as friend to you. It hurt`s a bit to be honest, as I fought by their side. I bled with them, what more could I do try and gain their respect? She was upset by this, she was hiding how much it hurt her. She never see [member="Ordo"] face again, as smiled before he went into combat. [member="Aedan Miles"] puprle floppy hair, well flop about. [member="Strider Garon"] trying to chat up anything that moved. She would not be allowed home to serenno, oh by force what about the counts half them where sith. She betrayed them too, by becoming friends with the mandalorians. She saw them as ally against the republic, and figured they would be stronger ally against the jedi. She had failed everyone, she cared about including the mandalorians.

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

When his guest's gaze shot over to her two companions, as did King Arcis'. Of course he'd noticed the large, hulking frame of the four-armed Yuuzhan Vong and that of the petite little human girl. At first glance, one would merely think that they were companions of her, perhaps even bodyguards or servants, but that is not what they were. The very darkness that permeated each and every inch of their kingdom resided within their souls, behind those crimson and golden hued eyes. He knew who and what they were - they were Sith. The King mused silently to himself, remembering the days of old when the Sith Empire was his own and the multitudes of different species that had sworn fealty to him.

He knew that the Sith were not just a species anymore, but a culture. It was the way it worked and he had no quarrel with their ideals.

"I shall." His arms lowered down to his sides as he eased his way around the table, a pair of Massassi warriors strolling forward to flank him. "Our first destination shall be the residential areas, honored guest. If what you say is true, then my people will be glad to see another among their ranks."

The King gestured towards the door before heading there himself.

[member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Tsavong Kraal"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Sabrina proved Veles' worry to be right, she still had to deal with what's happened. There was little the Mon Cal could do but to offer an advice and hope she realized her current state helped nothing, it only weakened her and planted seeds of self-doubt.

"My dearest student," Veles said with a laugh and his webbed hand slapped the young woman on her back, "That is an entirely wrong outlook you have." Reaching up, his clawed fingers touched his right eye and yanked it out of the eye socket. [member="Darth Banshee"] would be able to see it was filled with cybernetics allowing him to see. Veles showed her the orb in his palm.

"When I was just an Acolyte, a Jedi Knight burned out my eye with his lightsaber. That day, I have lost my right eye forever... At first I felt angry, useless, unable to properly defend myself, but then I realized the cybernetic eye is way superior to the organic one. Not only that; I have learned to fight better to reduce the chance of getting hit again. But where am I going with this; you need to realize what you've gained by losing." He placed the eye back in and blinked a few times. "Do you realize what you've gained, Sabrina? Now you know Mandalorians have honor of a cheap prostitute and will betray their allies whenever they see fit. No matter what you did, they'd never accept you as one of their own. It was not your fault that they banished all Sith from their space."

His gaze trailed off for just a moment, his eyes silently searching through their surroundings and checking on the group behind them before his attention returned back to Lady Banshee.

"All their reasons why to betray you, why to fight against potential allies are just lame excuses for them to attack us. See, after defeating the New Order and destroying so much, they want more. They are drunk with success, basking in their swift victory and feel invincible. If they defeat us, they will find some sort of reason to attack the Republic and so on. They love war. I hope you understand that such culture cannot exist in a civilized galaxy. They will not surrender and every single one of them is a warrior ready to raise arms against us. Annihilation will be unavoidable if we want peace, I am afraid."

 

[J3C0]

[member="Darth Arcis"]
Mierin lowered the hood that had covered her head. She revealed to him her bright crimson skin and raven black hair. Yellow eyes seemed to be complemented by the myriad of Facial piercings placed into her flesh. She blinked once, and then nodded to him.

“Gratitude.” She said as her back straightened and her feet began to carry her towards him.

Despite herself, Mierin was excited for this.

It had been long since she had been with this many Sith Purebloods, and longer still since she had been on a world that followed ancient traditions that were now sadly mostly gone. More than a hint of Nostalgia welled within her, and part of her wished for the old days of the Empire.

 

[Darth Banshee]

She looked at her old master [member="Darth Veles"] smiled at bit his words made sence, but hart she blamed herself. Unlike a Jedi she could feel emotion, and it burned inside her. Sith should be able to subjugate planets by them selves, like the old days. She failed to even show a way for neutrality in a war, with their mutual enemy the republic. While she showed she was willing to help them, she figured it be enough to make them not help the enemy. She was wrong.

It was not for the first time ether. The first was when she was tracked by Jedi, this lead to her having to abandon her family. As it lead bounty hunter on to their trail, their was a price on family head for killing the space pirates. Her father did smart way as well, he killed them in hyperspace. He planted bombs, that where set to go off two minutes after hyper drive was engaged. Hutts had thing for successful slave revolts, they tried to discourage it by hunting you down no matter what. She did not risk being Jedi coming again to her door. So she left swore revenge. Know four years later, she lost another set people she thought could be family the mandalorians. Nothing he could say would comfort her, as she was worried about losing them as family too. Through people possibly blaming the mandalorian situation on her door step, she new he would`t do it but the rest she was not so sure.

She smiled at him and said Yer I know she did not mean it though. The worst thing was she really liked the mandalorians, and they hurt her. She make them pay, yet she wanted them back in her life as well. May be she killed [member="Gilamar Skirata"], she could take his place then she may be allowed back. She their never be allowed, but she wanted back in. She wanted to drink with them again, she wanted to ride one their war droids it looked fun. Though some thing she did, she did not even know what it was. Know prevented that.

She then looked at darth veles, and asked So think we will find anything?

 

[Darth Veles]

"If you know, control your emotions then. Do not let them control you. Use them to empower yourself, Sith!" Veles advised firmly, the gaze of his eyes piercing the Sith Knight's skull and burning holes into her soul. Many Sith preferred to allow their emotions swallow them whole, which often resulted in change of pigmentation in the eyes, loss of skin pigmentation and in the most severe cases even dementia. Quite unfortunate, but such was the price for trying to control the Dark Side while lacking proper training. In Veles' opinion, the non-Sith training has been exactly the reason most, if not all Jedi experienced personality flip upon falling to the Dark Side. Right now though, [member="Darth Banshee"] was at risk. Seeing the woman grow in power and training her himself, the Mon Calamari Sith Master just did not want her to succumb to the influence of the Dark Side. One of the many reasons why he had granted her access to his spies was to keep her mind busy with something, allow her to stop thinking about the Mandalorians and observe her behavior. He couldn't do much more.

Upon being asked if he believed they were going to find anything, his eyes narrowed. "That is difficult to say, Knight. I am no archeologist or artifact hunter, but I dare to claim the probability of finding an artifact is more in our favor than it is against it. Then again, tell me, what do you consider an artifact and what is a useless piece of garbade? Most of the true artifacts have been destroyed and lost in the endless conflicts, so many Sith resorted to label anything that belonged to a long dead Sith as an artifact. In fact, I do not doubt my cybernetic eye will become an artifact as well one day." The amphibious Sith Master's lips twisted into an amused smile at the thought.

Time ran fast thanks to the pleasant conversation between the two, thus it did not take long before they reached their destination. Veles reached out through the Force in an attempt to feel any hostile creatures in the area while his cybernetic eye searched for the same thing, but the only stalkers he could find were the native predators who had yet to dare to come closer to the strange group.

 

[Sheff Zee]

The Pureblood came out of the corner of the room when his King, [member="Darth Arcis"], and his guests, [member="Tsavong Kraal"] and [member="Darth Mierin"] exited. At the time, he was a child, only a few months into his twelfth year of living, and he moved quite quickly for his short height until he stopped nearby to them.

He wanted to see more of these One Sith, but not the ones that were outside, the uncivil ones who would attack his people and kill them, but the ones who were inside, these diplomats of sorts who used words to get their point across. It was interesting to say the least, and he wanted to be in their presence a little bit longer.

"May I come along as well, my King?"

 

[The End Narrator]

Crimson orbs would open suddenly as she remained kneeling at the base of the tree. She heard the call of [member="Darth Isolda"] and responded only in movement. She would rise slowly from her position and grasp her helm that was placed beside her. The helm would come over head, concealing her fading chestnut-brown hair and her paling skin. Her shimmering red eyes would glow through the narrowed slits as she secured the helm upon her and turned to move down a beaten path to the Ancient Crypt where Isolda summoned her. As each day passed, she felt she was losing emotion that made her human. She knew rage and hate, everything that pressed her into the darkness…but sorrow soon manifested into more rage and anger.


Her states of confusion were becoming less frequent but when they did come, they were strong and long. They would leave her paralyzed and in a childlike state, when they broke though is when she truly was at the pinnacle of her Force abilities and combat prowess. Isolda never truly had a chance to finish the job and left Aaralyn Rekali to a cruel fate, one which would take a powerful mentalist and healer to fix and if that didn’t work then only death would be the answer to cure her.


Artemisia as she was now known, marched onwards towards the call of the Eye of the Dark Lord, soon reaching her and bowing in a respective gesture. “I live to serve the Goddess.” She said in a voice filled with echo and flange, one that sounded almost demonic.

 

[Darth Banshee]

She laughed spontaneously, as [member="Darth Veles"] said his cybernetic eye will one day be artifact. It like cares had gone, though it would only be for little while. She looked at him in a bit of a giggle and said, in the darkest voice she could put on Yes, and some acolyte will poke his eye out. To learn the secrets of the one sith all seeing eye. Her face lite up as she said it, and her smiled beamed it was his company was better than her little secrets. Though he could not always be their, besides where was [member="Maya Whitelight"]. She figured she would ask, it would also change subject.

So what happen to you companion? She asked as some of the team was coming back over to her.

 

[Tefka]

[member="Malphas"] [member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Darth Mierin"]

The Yuuzhan Vong behemoth stood towering above the others as he noticed the very peculiar [member="Malphas"]. He squinted his eyes as he observed the little fellow, and snorted.

His bottom two pair of hands wrapped his cloak around his Vonduun-Skerr Kyrric armor a little closer.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Artemisia Vy Kar"]

The light of the orbs reflected in the pitch black eyes of Odium as the wicked grin crossed his lips. he could taste the anger and hate on the air as his head tresses snaked toward the woman who arrived. His necklace again turned cold and tingled against his skin, and he could feel the darkside stir in him. He blinked heavy eyelids made for the amphibian that he was with a wet slap, and kept staring into the darkness beyond the orbs.

<<They stir.>> he said telepathically as he felt the darkside spirits begin to respond to their presence.

He moved forward already beginning to draw on the darkside deeply in preparation for binding them into the blood crystal he had brought. all that would not be bound would be drained and consumed it would be a glorious day.

 

[Darth Veles]

Veles was pleased that the Knight seemed to let go of the stress, as indicated by her silent laughter here and there. What certainly did not make him happy and quickly sucked away his good mood was the question that followed. Not allowing it to show on his face, the Mon Cal's eyes only narrowed a little bit. Maya, his companion, his apprentice. What happened to her?

"I am still working on it...," the young Sith Master sighed. Despite the calmness on the surface, the flames of emotions of all kinds burned brightly in his heart and upon being reminded of Maya, he could understand very well how Sabrina felt. She considered the affair with the Mandalorians to be her failure, he considered what happened to his apprentice to be his fault. He had failed her and she most likely awaited execution or mind wipe by now. And there was nothing he could do about it! Despite knowing the location of the Silver Jedi base, the Mon Calamari lacked too many information to attempt rescuing the Zeltron. Doing so right now would be a shot in the darkness, the probability of it killing Maya instead of her captors fairly high. Veles had no intention of taking that risk, not after trying so hard to turn her. The intimate night the two had shared together also did not make it any easier...

"I am working on it," his lips silently whispered, repeating the same words again as his mind briefly trailed off and his eyes looked into the distance, but not really watching anything. Then, after several seconds that seemed like eternity, the large amber eyes suddenly swiveled towards [member="Darth Banshee"], the gaze seemingly saddened.

"I am already trying to plant an agent into their army of mercenaries. Sooner or later, he will present us with something we can use to our advantage."

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee nodded her head, and replied If you need a hand I will be their, remember that we are family. Everything else is secondary. She almost said vod. the mandalorian word for family. She even learned their language, to try help matters. She still ponder what made them choose to cut all ties. It seemed backwards, but she could only hope she could prove she was worth having as friend. May be if she could prove she was strong than them, they might respect her strength. Then may be they have back with open arms.

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Darth Veles returned the nod, "Once I have something in hands, I will let you know. We need to share the information we get to increase the efficiency of our spies...," the amphibious said as several Acolytes moved in with shovels to dig, followed by others who pointed them in the right place to start their search. This would take long...

"Who do you consider to be the greatest threat to us right now? There are so many factions who wish nothing more than to destroy us, the most zealous of those fanatics want to erase us from history by complete and utter extermination. We, Sith purebloods, everyone interested in the culture and idea of the Sith... gone." Veles whispered towards [member="Darth Banshee"].

"Personally, I believe the Silver Jedi to be the most dangerous. Like a wild dog without any leash to hold it back... The Jedi in the Republic are bound by some laws and bureaucracy, but those wild animals that ran away? They follow no code, no law, have no honor, no mercy. I believe they are trying to adapt an old Sith tactic, one much closer to what the Sith Purebloods have than the one we follow." The thought scared him, but also filled his body with certain satisfaction. What else proved the Sith ideology to be right than the fact their own enemies, sworn to fight against the Sith, started to accept it as their own? Both Sith and Jedi orders envolved... and while the Sith let go of their completely barbaric way a long time ago, it seemed the Jedi were just discovering it.

 

[Darth Banshee]

I trust in our code. Unlike them we have rules, traditions and culture. If we obey these we will over come anything, it`s when we brake with them we are destroyed. I just hope the new leadership, and the ones that have just joined us realize that too. She wonder if she debate the war crimes by sith in last war, she new it happened. She also believed it was those crimes, what finished off the last sith empire. As who would want genocidal maniacs, on the loose in the galaxy. They proved the sith code was right by their actions, they gave the galaxy rage not order. That rage was thrown against them, and ultimately lead to their down fall. She only hoped, the repercussions of that era of war. Will one day die down, and let people trust us as people again.

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Smile spread across his face, he could not help himself when she mentioned traditions. "Yes," the amphibious Master nodded, the whisker on his chin wriggling, "But are traditions and culture really that important? Being a Sith is ultimately about survival. Don't you think that is what we do? Hunted down by the whole galaxy, we simply fight back to survive. If it means breaking the traditions, so be it!" he announced and one of the webbed claws on his right hand went up and touched the Knight's forehead.

"What is a tradition anyway, [member="Darth Banshee"]? As long as you know who you are, you can toss it away without fear of losing yourself. I admit, I am not a believer of the 'traditional Sith way'. Most Sith believe a true Sith should only use the Dark Side of the Force. I ask why? As someone who wants to control the Force, I want to command it as a whole, not just a half of it! By rejecting the Light side entirely, we are restraining ourselves and refusing to claim the power of the Jedi, which goes against the Sith belief to strive for more power! Think about it..." he put his hand down, hiding the arm under the cloak.

"The rule of two? The One Sith? Both have deviated from the tradition invited by the first Sith. Both were successful. Why? Because the Sith who implemented them recognized what the best course of action was at the time. Traditions often hold us back. Change means progress, envolving, adapting." Veles deeply respected such individuals who pragmatically did what was necessary, traditions or not. If only the Order had more of them! His beloved Master considered herself traditionalist, but when he spoke to her about it, she saw his point.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Veles"]


From the darkness behind the young Sith Lord, a form of evil quickly took picture. A massive tower of evil showed himself, his teeth bared in anger and frustration over the words that were just heard. With one massive palm, Vulcanus sent a strike towards the back of his. The strike was just hard enough to bounce the little fish's head like a child's bottom getting a spanking.

"Nonsense!" the lizard screams, slowly wiggling his finger back and forth as he dissolves back into the nearby bushes.

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YOU JUST GOT KRAG ROLLED ​

 

[Tefka]

After a few long blinks, the Yuuzhan Vong began to drift in to his subconcious. The Humans might refer to this as day dreaming. Tsavong referred to it as a glimpse of the gods.

He imagined lifting a sprawling, desolate field of battle. Of vines clamoring over sunken bodies in the mud. Of growth, of vegetation.

A new world.

Meanwhile, in the real world, the hulking behemoth just seemed to pause and stare at the floor.