[TST] From The Shadows, We Awaken

[Lief]

The Judgement was one of the few relics Kyros retained from her Sith Empire days. Her years within the ever changing state that had been the Sith Empire had been tough, testing and at times a little frustrating; to see leaders rise and fall within the space of months irked her both then and now. Yet all the same, all the Empire had truly stood for, at the heart of their ideals, was etched into her core. She ached to see its return; yet Empires were not built overnight, nor were they constructed alone. And Kära was never one to shy away from the assistance of others where it would prove to her benefit. Allies were required if one did not wish to crumble the moment they began.

Yet before she could branch out into the realm of allies, there was a matter far closer to home to deal with. The solid base that would be required, those she had once held in her grasp. The Sith Order had been her own construct from even her time as a Sith Lord, ruling over Sector II as she once had. She still held some moderate amount of sway over those who had once been apart of the Order, and remained in contact with the majority. So it was that she had called them to her, to the Judgement - which had emerged from hiding for the first time in half a decade. The Tulak Hord-Class Star Destroyer had been her home since she was gifted it by Lussk during his time as Emperor. She had passed it around major powers since the Empires collapse, yet she had always captained it herself. For all intents and purposes, it was her own possession. One of the few she kept.

So it was that they had been summoned here, old Apprentices and Masters; Thyrian, whom had been tasked with rehousing their people in her absence and the upkeep of their Bladeborn and Arthos, whom had been tasked with tending to the slaves they quietly kept, were the first two to be called. Then there was the likes of Darth Shadow, Darth Janus and Valik, old friends and acquaintances who had earned her respect over the years.

They had each been instructed to arrive on a set date, and so it was that Kära now waited. The large vessel held her personal chambers, yet for now she sat not within them as she usually might but a rebuilt version of the throne room she had once used in her sanctuary. That hidden bunker on Teth had been gutted since, and she believed it was reused by its maker now, but all that it had once held had been integrated into her ship, including the alchemy lab. Yet Kyros did not take the throne which had been made for her, instead she stood with her hands clasped at her back.

The mask which usually adorned her face was missing - none who would attend today were strangers to her. Her icy blue gaze shone as brightly as the day Lord Depravious had picked her up and began her corruption. Her robes were simple and plain, black without any adorning extras. Beneath it was her armour, but that was not obvious. Equipped to her belt lay her single saber, the one she had held throughout the entirety of her time in the Sith, and her hulking Sith Sword adorned the wall behind the throne. Nothing had changed, despite the length of time which had passed since Kära disappeared.

Any who arrived would be escorted from the hangar bay straight to this room, where drinks would be offered - as well as a hearty selection of food. Kyros would remain silent until everyone who was supposed to attend arrived...

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]


In an area of the deep void of space a shuttle travelled. The ship that had transported it, the cloaked Lightbringer, was a few thousand kilometres away, out of sight, out of mind. A massive Star Destroyer loomed before the shuttle and its occupants, all of them HRDs. With enough firepower to blow the small transport out of space without any actual effort.



However, there was no fight to be had today. And in any case fear was something that had been burnt out of the machine in the metaphorical furnaces of Mechanus. The Metal Princess and Lady Kyros were old business partners. Apparently the Lady had returned from the shadows. The droid made no attempt to try to understand Sith and their apparent proclivity for vanishing and returning from the shadows. Likewise she made no attempt to understand the fact that in a Galaxy where near-instant communication over holocom was possible over thousands of lightyears, so many organics kept insisting on face-to-face meetings. In any event, Kyros was one of the very few people Moira actually genuienly liked. Much like [member="Madeline Kahoshi"]. As much as the murderous death machine was actually capable of feeling something like that.


A good deal had changed since their last encounter. For one, the One Sith had arisen and held sway over a good portion of the Core. Likewise Moira had done business with [member="Darth Shadow"], one of Kyros' advisers. Alas, their attempt to murder Kerrigan had failed, though the battering ram had been spaced and suffered a lot, which pleased Moira a bit...thus proving that she was not so stoic! However, Archangel had been profiting a great deal from the chaos engulfing the Galaxy.


Perhaps old partnerships could be reforged, for she was not so arrogant to believe that the Age of Steel was right around the corner or that she could without allies of convenience. In any event the pilot transmitted the code they have been given, clearance was given for landing and within moments the shuttle had docked and landed in the hangar bay of the Star Destroyer. From the craft Moira emerged, clad in business suit, all precision and control, to be guided into the meeting room.

 

[Sakerei Karooni]

Sakerei was somewhat excited. Elevated to the position he was, he could feel hisblood race and his intentions curious as he had his hand slip free of the controls he himself as the sub-captain to this vessel used when Darth Kryos herself was not at the helm. Standing as tall as he did, he made use of these systems more comfortably then her own could anyway for his height-he felt even next to the slender Darth Kryos like a child at times. But his mind was ever busy and his hands ever ready to push forward the goals and ambitions of his dark lady that supported he and his fellow Jawas these days.

Dressed in his usual brown robes and his DEMP II rifle on his back, he made his way back towards the room-while Chizi and Kikai would join them soon enough, as the three always tended to be together when not on assignment, it was curious seeing all the new and old faces he himself had never the nerve to ask either name or inquire about them. When one worked with these sorts of people, keeping your mouth shut unless asked tended to be wise.

"Toko Kora Doso...." murmured Sakerei to himself as he made his way to the food-picking up a kabobn of something and popping it into his mouth through the shade of his hood, kept up out of habit.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] | [member="Moira Skaldi"] | [member="Sakerei Karooni"]

The distinct clacking sound of a cane hitting durasteel flooring accompanied the footfalls of Tyrin and his pair of automated bodyguards. IG-100 MagnaGuards, as usual, because he wouldn't be so gauche as to use his own products. Then it would be obvious who ran his company, and he couldn't have that. Darth Janus was always willing to answer calls for assistance from Sith he considered respectable. As if that weren't enough incentive to assist Kära, she was also an Umbaran, and Umbaran Sith had to stick together. The competent ones, anyway. Not that there were enough running around in the first place to warrant categorizing them into "competent" and "incompetent."

Which was a good thing, because Tyrin didn't want to know if he fell into the latter category.

He eventually reached his destination, a large room. There was food and drink available, but Janus hadn't arrived for that. He spied the robot lingering about, a fellow agent of the only corporate alliance that mattered, to which he offered a polite nod. Janus cast his gaze about the rest of the room, spying only a Jawa. For a moment, he continued to look around the room, but then he performed the obligatory double-take.

"Is that a Jawa?"

Obviously he was shocked. Otherwise he wouldn't have asked such a stupid question.

 

[Isar]

An Ewok waddled out of nowhere and bumped into Tyrin's leg. He wore tribal regalia and carried fancy looking gauntlets that looked a size too big. Beady eyes gazed up at the derisive Umbaran, a flash of familiarity lighting in their abominable depths.

"Oh. You."

The immediate and looming presence of magna guards didn't seem to faze him.

He also smelled bad. Like desiccating corpse bad.

 

[Sakerei Karooni]

Sakerei blinked, and then looked behind him. As far as the lighting was concerned he looked fully the part-his eyes glowing underneath the hood and the kabob disappearing underneath the hood with the stick coming back out sans meat. He politely put back the stick in a small box, then took another, nibbling on the meat. It was a reacting he should get used to, but for the most part still made him jump when someone made those sort of comments. He bowed respectfully as if confirming his racial species, then turned to Darth Kryos' gaze. Something about her gaze as it hit him eventually left him a bit pale. That invoice had made him wince, when it was all said and done. He realized at that price while their revenue would have tripled, they in effect bought a pair of frigates.

The appearance of the Ewok and the new voice made him glance over curious-or perhaps to break the glare forming a hole through his robes.

[member='Darth Janus']

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Beside the Queen stood her general clad in his distinguishable yet wholly practical suit of armour, watching each invited guest with fiery gaze as they arrived and making mental notes about each one. Despite his master seemingly trusting these chosen few, his one concern would forever be her safety above all. He'd always been slow to trust anyone, let alone those who call themselves friends of Lady Kyros'. Besides himself there were no other guards stationed in the room, at least who were visible to the naked eye. More often than not, Sith sought only power and ways to expand upon their influence over others. It wasn't out of the question to assume at least one of them held their own ambition closer to heart than their loyalty to the Queen.

Over-protective? Perhaps, but there was only one thing which mattered to him, and she was standing within arm's reach. Casting a quick glance down at her, the little girl he'd once been able to fit in the palm of his hand was gone, and in her place there stood a woman. A woman he loves, and as such would go to any lenghts in order to protect her.

[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] [member="Darth Janus"] [member="Sakerei Karooni"] [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Darth Shadow]

[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]
Elsewhere in the galaxy, aboard his own renegade Star Destroyer, Darth Shadow meditated on the Force.
Possibly to [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]’s annoyance, very little of his thoughts were directed towards her. She did so like to be the centre of attention after all.

There were tentative footsteps outside his chamber, and the Sith Lord sighed.
“Enter, Lieutenant,” he ordered. It didn’t even take the Force to know that hesitant step, that awkward gait. However, the Sith Lord had to use what he had, and his impressive warship was down to barely enough crew to minimally man it.
“My Lord, a message from you…from Lady Kyros.”
Shadow held out his hand, and the datapad floated through space to land in his grasp.
“Go,” he ordered, though more distracted than anything else.

“So now she returns? Doubtless with grand plans and strategies,” he said to himself. Darth Shadow scowled. He did not like being summoned like a minion…but nor did he enjoy his current situation. He refused to bend knee to some ‘Dark Lord’ of the One Sith, and nor would he submit to anyone else. However, that meant he was left with a ship too big for him to realistically use, with crew and supplies which were getting harder and harder to obtain.
Pretty soon he knew that he would have to move to a smaller ship, but only pride made him hold off that decision.

However, this provided a good opportunity. The last quest of the Devastator. And if it turned out that Darth Kyros had something useful to say then perhaps he would not have to scuttle his ship like a bankrupt pirate.

“Helmsman, go to coordinates I will now provide. When there, transmit this code,” he ordered.

It would be several days before he could reach Kyros. Hopefully nothing would happen in the meantime.

 

[Kyla Foy]

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Nick Gamastar was traveling together with his apprentice throughout the galaxy, doing the last few tasks before he would become a Sith Knight. He was nearing the age of 18 and he had been teaching his student nothing of the Sith, only stuff that would actually matter within life. He did not give her a single hint on how to open a holocron as this was her first task. He only liked it seeing the struggle and sometimes she tried to fight him but easily lost. This was till a certain distorted message came from the spaceship they were traveling in. It was a message of a location and it had the name of Lady Kyros, "Her...why would she like.." He looked at the captain, "Bring my apprentice to the Sith academy Coruscant. If another sith dares to hurt her report it back to me." He walked off in his neat suit and went away in a shuttle straight over towards the location.

When he traveled towards the location and finally arrived he stood against a wall. His arms crossed, his face was completely distorted by Sith Illusions a mask that masked his voice and his face. His force energy was still at the neutral side leaning to the dark side.

[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

((Obviously not part of the Sith party, just responding to Shadow, with permission from him. No need to tag me for anything))


[member="Darth Shadow"]


Kaeshana,
far away from anything that's happening in this thread. Also totally ignorant of it.


It probably said a lot about the ancient Sith that he thought Siobhan would be broken up about him not thinking about her. You see, not everyone spent their time sitting on a warship waiting for their moment of glory to arrive when they could return from the shadows again. Likewise not everyone had the luxury of being immortal...and coming from a bygone, long forgotten age, after being locked in an oubliette by an 'omnipotent Sith Emperor' for ages. However, Shadow was absolutely correct in the assessment that Siobhan was terribly vain and self-centred.



So rather than thinking about the ancient one, she was attending to more 'important' matters. "Mm...to the left...lower," came the husky, insistent command from Siobhan's lips. "Yes, good girl, right there," a soft sigh of pure bliss and pleasure, with Siobhan moaning in contentment as the Eldorai masseuse's nimble fingers trailed the lower sides of her side and found the knots in her back.


No worries, no kiddies were harmed in this post! Whilst Siobhan enjoyed the services of the servant girl, she read through [member="Mirien Valdier"]'s latest intelligence report on the activities of Coryth Elaris. You see, the little, very loveable redhead was a bit of a trouble magnet, so it was good to keep tabs on her!

 

[Kyla Foy]

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