Visiting Family

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stepped down the ramp of her Nubian j-type Star Yachet with a spring in her step. Behind her Evelynn descended the ramp with some swiftness, both women dressed in blue silks with a lng red sash wrapped around their waist. Nemene seemed to be the happier of the two women, and that was no surprise given where they were.

The two women were visiting a planet that Nemene had not come to in some time, the home of her father, and the rightful seat of her throne, Byss.

She loved this world, beyond anything else in the galaxy. Byss was her home. Though she had never lived here she truly believed that it was her home, more than that, that it belonged to her. Because of circumstances however she had not claimed it so. Unlike her brother and his wife she was unwilling to hide. If Nemene took control of Byss, she would do it as a Sith, and nothing else. She was unwilling to hide.

This wasn't exactly an intelligent tactic, mostly because Byss was located smack in the middle of the Republic. She knew this, and so she stayed her hand, for now.

A servant greeted Nemene and Evelynn on the platform scurrying up to them meekly. Before he could speak Nemene cut him off. “Inform my brother i've arrived, and that I wish to speak to his wife.”

There was no time for fond thoughts of the future, they had a purpose here.

“Come Evelynn.” Nemene commanded as she wandered behind the servants. Before they met with her brother and his wife she wanted to see her fathers throne.
[member="Evelynn"] [member="Silva Talith"]

 

[Cerusia Shamalain]

Nemene, unfortunately, would not get the luxury of seeing her father's throne before meeting with her brother and his wife.

The throne is where the Queen of Byss currently sat, deep in meditation. Since her awakening and the final forging of Moridin's Holocron, she had been driven towards a goal. The only problem? The goal itself eluded her. Something felt missing ... incomplete, and for now all she could do was meditate.

The Dreadlady Sable, as Nemene would find upon entering the throne room, was not hidden as she suspected. No, in fact, the woman's corruption had taken on a presence all its own. Dressed in her new robes of black, the darkness curled around her figure, pooled at her feet and filled the entirety of the chamber like a dense fog. The servants would not enter the room - the Darkside stifled them, suck their life energies dry - and it was perhaps with some luck or mercy that the Queen did not call upon them.

They knew to find Sven, one of the only people on Byss who could enter that chamber with no consequences.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene jaunted through the palace without a care in the world. She knew its lay out like the back of her hand. Evelynn followed closely behind her, sticking to her tail and marveling at the decadence of the hall. The Citadels walls were more elaborately decorated than those on Rattatak. Massive tapestries depicting battles, busts of Moridin, statues of the Dreadlord. The entire place was a massive call to the former Emperor's ego.

The Queen of Rattatak didn't seem to even note her fathers varying faces, choosing to ignore them and instead move towards her goal, the Throne.

The two women found their way to the Throne room quickly, and before long Nemene stood before the solid steel doors. A massive inscription of Sith Lettering was scrawled across the doors. Translated it simply read “Here sits the Dread Lord.”. Nemene laid a palm on the door almost worshipfully, smiling as she did so.

Then with a light bump of the force she pressed the doors inward.

What she found inside made her scowl. A woman sitting on her fathers throne, Sable. The Queen of Rattatak bit back words of anger and hatred. It coiled within her like a viper, Jealousy, rage, pure unbridled anger. She wanted something, now was not the time to yell.

Nemene stepped into the middle of the Throne room, Evelynn following closely behind her.

“Sable.” She called the woman to attention, a bite to her tone.

 

[Sven Talith]

Sven had been in his room when the servant found him. Ever since his wifes return her had been attempting to return himself and all of his things to form. In keeping with that he had been quite busy with maintaining his considerable arsenal. Gun after gun had needed cleaning, and the King of Byss had been polishing the innards of his favorite weapon when the man ran through his doors, nearly out of breath.

“My Lord! Your sister is here.”

Shit. Was all Sven could think as he dropped the pistol onto the table before him and rose. He had interacted with Nemene exactly two times. Once before Sable had awoken, and a second after. The first time had been rather...disturbing. With the two of them having fought over who actually owned Byss. The girl had relented after quite a bit of arguing, though mostly because he had control of both the army and the populace. The second time...well he couldn't quite remember the second time, mostly due to the profuse amount of drinking that had occurred after it.

He suspected that he had done this to forget past events, and when it came to his sister...well he wouldn't doubt it.

Quickly the King of Byss rushed to the Throne room, arriving only seconds after his sister and her...companion had. He stampeded into the room, finding his wife sitting on his fathers throne and the two women between himself and her. For the moment, he simply stayed silent.
[member="Evelynn"] [member="Silva Talith"]

 

[Cerusia Shamalain]

At the emergence of Nemene Talith within her domain, Sable could only find within herself a mixture of colorful emotions. The Dreadlady sat, unflinching, unmoving, as the young woman strode in. Darkness continued to cast a shadow throughout the hall, and were it not for the candelabras burning bright then the black might've reigned supreme. Gloved hands rested easily on the arms of the throne, head bowed within the black cowl that covered it, mind scouring the realm of the Force far beyond that of Byss.

"Sable."

At once her eyes opened, pale orange pinpricks within the hood, and with the vision came a flood of raw anger. Within the Dreadlady grew a terrible rage at Nemene's intrusion. This was not a place one could simply waltz into. This was Sable's home, her Demon's dominion, her Master's lair, her lair. It was not a vacation home for some rampant little rodent to trounce through as she pleased. The darkness around Sable grew more intense, her fingers digging into the armrests of the throne.

Ever since compiling Moridin's holocron this internal struggle of the billions of souls and the essence of her true Demon roiled within. The throne room swelled momentarily, and within the fog darker demons began to prowl. They circled Nemene and Evelynn, ignoring Sven completely, and Sable watched with a keen gaze as they neared, sniffing at the darker of the Rattatak Queens. Strangely ... they retreated, and it was at that exact moment that the Dreadlady recognized the essence of Moridin within Nemene - a woman she had never met before now.

Suddenly the malaise subsided and the dark clouds settled along the floor, oddly serene.

Sable still did not move from the throne.

"What do you want, child of Saul," her voice, plagued by demonic distortion and the billions of souls snarling in the undertones, rang out within the room.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“Is that anyway to talk to family?” Nemene said sarcastically at Sables response to her, a kinder greeting would have merited something nicer from her. She frowned at the woman on the throne, inclining her head slightly as the Serin wandered towards her, then stopped. That made her smile slightly, at least someone knew who the true master was here.

Her scowl formed again however as she looked up at Sable, then she shook her head as if dispelling something.

If Nemene was going to convince this plebeian to come alongside with the rest of them. She would have to be nice. She put on her best smile, a placid thing that seemed to have an air of falsehood to it. She was remotely aware of Sven standing behind her, though he did not matter in this conversation so she did not turn to greet him.

“I have an offer for you my dear.” Nemene said, the bite still unintentionally in her voice. “One that you may find interesting.”

Though her voice was smooth it was easy to tell she was doing this with some distate.

 

[Cerusia Shamalain]

The Dreadlady watched her silently, considering the woman's status here.

A true daughter of Moridin, one who very likely felt owed a great deal simply for her name alone. One who had not earned her keep and was owed absolutely nothing. If it had been so, she would already be upon this throne. There was no one else in this galaxy that knew Moridin better than Sable - she was his literal progeny in the Force. He'd crafted her personally, infused her with his power, his essence, his knowledge. In some ways, she was the Dreadlord Incarnate, and there was no truer Master of this domain than her. Naturally Nemene should feel threatened by her presence here.

Certainly not the other way around.

The woman listened and watched. Though not an empathic sort, the Talith daughter was doing a poor job of covering her distaste. Permanent queen face was difficult to erase. Unseen behind her cowl, the barest ticks of a smirk pulled at the Dreadlady's lips - amusement, but not her own. It was the amusement of the powers residing within her.

Something that would interest her? Unlikely, but she would listen regardless. Certainly the girl had traveled so far to speak of this thing.

"I am listening," the Dreadlady replied.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

She paused for a second, shooting a glance at her sister before returning her glare back on Sable.

“There is a group of Sith Gathering. Powerful figures in this day.” That was the truth for certain, Shorn, Vornskr, Anaya...if they found her. It was a group of Sith that one would imagine to find in the Empire, not loosely mucking about the galaxy. Yet they were coming together under the banner of Chaos.

Nemene frowned slightly with distaste, then continued on.

“A certain select few I suppose, who believe we all share a like mind. Who do not enjoy the company of the so called Sith currently in the galaxy.” She obviously spoke about factions like the Sith Council and the New Order, useless rabble. “When asked if I knew anyone of a similair mind, who else would I think of but my brothers wife.”

Sable was of course not to be trusted, she would eventually have to be killed in fact, but she was strong. More than that she came from her fathers legacy, and that ensured a certain amount of...loyalty. She wouldn't have to worry about the woman outright killing, unlike with Kaine and the Others. Or so she thought at least.

 

[Cerusia Shamalain]

Sable's expression, or what little of it was visible, remained impassive.

She considered putting the girl on the spot, inquiring as to how it was she knew exactly what her 'mind set' was. It wasn't as if they had met before, or shared deep and meaningful conversations over a cup of caffe. What Nemene knew of her was likely based on conjecture. Be that as it may, it stood to reason that her tenure at The Sith Empire was so short lived and she remained on Byss without seeking other Sith for the point that she didn't like them.

In truth, Sable had no opinion of the Sith. Well, she had one opinion of one Sith, and he was currently starving in her dungeons. He wasn't even really a Sith.

"The logic of this is unsound," the Queen of Byss replied, demonic undertones rumbling with displeasure, "what is it this group intends to accomplish?"

 

[Louise]

Chaos was boring work.

Why was Evelynn here? Probably because when left unsupervised she was likely to run into a giant net and get captured. Or maybe because Nemene was so socially inept that she required a calm and level head to prevent galactic diplomatic incidents. Maybe it was out of obligation for the force bond, metaphysical chains and all that.

The Silent Sister would follow, perhaps nod now and again and generally just plod along as if she were the black sheep being herded through this grand gathering of Sith. She certainly didn't feel like she fit in, all these imposing families who had committed such grand deeds with great status and then there was Evelynn, who like to play with the animals. She flowed behind Nemene, granite eyes glazed over until her attention would finally be taken.

Naturally the mute was perturbed by the hounds that she could in no way access. Rude. Those fair eyebrows knitted together in frustration as if the creatures had personally slighted her and then that was it, moment over and eyes glazed once more.

After a while of standing there like a complete pancake Evelynn finally tuned into the conversation, catching the Queen's question regarding motive. What do you want to accomplish? It's a gathering of Sith. There was an alarming amount of apathy in those telepathic tones. I can imagine everybody will be steering this ship towards their own personal goals in the name of chaos.

The mute paused for a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose. The Heralds of Headaches. The Masters of Faff.

So again, what do you want to accomplish?

 

[Cerusia Shamalain]

Sable's gaze landed quite heavily upon Evelynn as the pale woman made her presence known.

There was something quite strongly familiar about her, and it had absolutely nothing to do with Karin Dorn, Kaine Zambrano, or Quietus. The way she carried herself, how she communicated, her light colored hair, frail stature ... why did she feel as though she were looking upon a page of a book she'd written years ago? Strangely caught between an overwhelming sense of deja vu and daydream, the Dreadlady blinked the sensation away.

"There is nothing I would seek to accomplish for myself in the company of other Sith," Sable began, her voice quite level and easy despite it's directness.

Her goals could not be trusted to the hands of other Darksiders, nor did she believe they were altogether even attainable. Finding a way back to her true verse, to her birthgrounds, her Demon's home, away from this pretender's realm ... it was a distant desire.

"Who are you," the Dreadlady's gaze did not waver from Evelynn, looking upon the girl with growing curiosity.

[member="Nemene Talith"]
[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

 

[Louise]

Evelynn returned the stare, propping up a single eyebrow in response to rather intense way that she was being looked at, either this woman wanted to eat her or she was curious. Hopefully it was the latter. Although, there's already been so many atrocities in the life of Evelynn Zambrano what was a little bit of cannibalism thrown into the mix? Exactly. Let's feast. Be our guest, be our guest put our Sith Lord to the test, tie a napkin round your neck, my Queen and Nemene will provide the rest.

Smart.

Her hand moved down from her face, and fingers chose to lace together thoughtfully. Looking down at her own bony digits the mute smiled, as if recalling fond memories.

I am Evelynn. The other sister Queen of Rattatak. She avoided the surname for now. Wouldn't want to needlessly complicate affairs. It's not like Kaine Zambrano had spread a kind and benevolent image for himself. King of Panatha, friend of the galaxy! No, let's not mention that Z-word.

Frankly.

I have no ambition I wish to share with our little group. I only have chaos to give.

[member="Silva Talith"], [member="Nemene Talith"]