You've Got A Nota Thing Comin' [New Order]

[Judas of Vahl]

You've Got A Nota Thing Comin'​

Tantor, Tantorus​

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It had been far too long now that the Sith Empire had been erased from the galaxy. It's been far too long that the Sith themselves have been denied every chance at prospering in this cruel, cruel galaxy. War raged between the upcoming Darkside factions and their Lightside opposites, continuing that near endless cycle of victory and defeat between both sides simultaneously. Apparently peace was no longer an option to the Jedi, the Mandalorians, the CIS, and even the Sith. Isn't unity and order what all Sith governments strove for anyways? Of course.

But now. It was time to change.

Having ascended to the throne of the Dark Chancellor within the New Order, his various duties were entitled to fleet operations and political ventures. The latter wasn't very exciting, yet it determined everything for the future to come. One mistake here could spell doom for an entire world, trillions of lives and more blood on your hands than you can imagine. Those were the pressures of the Sith King Arcis, a man who'd rose from a mere human officer and had rose to Emperorship. His life was potmarked by warfare, failures as a father, and the constant trials between Light and Dark as he begged to be able to do something to save the galaxy that he so dearly loved. But finally, he'd made peace with his internal strife and had made a final decision to aid his brothers and sisters.

The Grand Temple, Tantor​

Midday​

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King Arcis stood before the crowd of red-skinned beings only known as the Sith. The true Sith. The kind of beings that knew how to fulfill a peaceful life as well as take up arms against any foe that so dared strike against them. They weren't a warlike people whatsoever. They were merely loyal to the point that sacrifice could be considered the most honorable thing in their entire life. Their ancient leaders were the ones who'd shaped them to seem like fierce beings who only lived for the sake of war and cruelty was their middle name. The galaxy was wrong about them. Give them a fair leader and they prospered. Learning, economics, culture and art. All of these things had been granted to them during the chosen leader's reign.

That reign still continued to this day.

Now that he had given them the blessings that they'd prayed for, he had a single task for these millions of loyal beings. Recovering ancient arts was a must for Sith sorcerers such as Arcis, but it was almost impossible to do it alone. The quest that he had in mind was destined to change warfare and the face of the galactic map itself. The only thing he needed? Assistance.

"My brothers and sisters of Tantorus, and that of the new Sith Empire," His booming voice resounded through the valleys of the temple, echoing throughout the city, "I come here today to humbly ask for your assistance in a quest that will change the fate of the galaxy." Well, that sounded cliche. "Your prosperity here is my ultimate goal, but without the means to defend ourselves, the Jedi and their allies will surely come to us with ill-intent. I has been my sworn duty for decades to defend and uphold the beliefs of the Sith Order and the ancient Sith Kingdoms."

"I will not fail in those duties. However, I can't do it alone."

Yellow eyes washed over the crowds of people, judging their reactions and murmuring. One by one, the Sith Purebloods began to drop to their knees in respect of their King. Many offered chants of warrior ethos, others verbally contracted themselves t a lifetime of service in their Lord's name. He had given them everything and they would return the favor.

The only beings that Lord Arcis was waiting on were the black hooded figures. The men and women who'd volunteered from the New Order.

[member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Ballen-Ist"], [member="Maleus"], [member="Darren Shaw"], [member="Janos"], [member="Graxin Rade"], [member="Sin"], [member="Lord Eclipsion"]
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[Lord Eclipsion]

The hooded figure of Lord Eclipsion gazed at the figure of [member=Darth Arcis], looking at him with admiration and respect.'The man knows how to manipulate a populace and control a planet.' She thought to herself. The Sith Knight watched the Purebloods fall to their knees, bowing in respect to the Sith Lord. Eclipsion herself fell to her knees, adopting the same position as the Purebloods.

 

[Maleus]

From the sanctum of his spiraling obsidian cloak he'd tilt his head in acknowledgment. The being that stood before them was death's incarnate, as a monarch, his ruler-ship must have been contested at some point, fighting would be the only remedy for such an occurrence.
His booming voice was carried through the dated walls, the vibrato-esque boom reached the ears of all. They subjugated themselves to their ruler, their king. Such a commanding presence, it would not go without notice.

He knew [member="Ballen-Ist"] would be pleased to see one of his own in a position of power. Though, he couldn't be too sure, Sith Pure-Bloods were often envious. Nonetheless, as professionalism demands, he'd stay his tongue, for it was simply neither his place, nor time to speak. With folded arms tucked into loose sleeves, he'd continue to listen. But his blazing gaze never left [member="Darth Arcis"].

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Graxin had jumped at the opprotunity to assist. The Sith people had fascinated him since childhood. Their history was one of the few topics the Graug Priests would allow him to research; particularly their times of conflict. He was also the son of Vulcanus, and found it would be almost unfitting if he did not attend. He knew how fickle some Sith could be, and had no intentions of setting one of the massive Graug's allies against him by being absent. That, and this Darth Arcis had quite the speaking voice.

He adjusted the hood hanging over his head and fiddled idly with the newly forged lightsaber hanging from his belt. Mustafar had been quite the trip indeed. Graxin's skills had grown exponentially over the past few months, as had his powerbase. For once, he had arrived without one of his colorful allies. It was admittedly nice to get away from all the women that now inhabited his ship. The son of Krag dipped his head in silent respect toward the Lord ready to lend his assistance if needed. He only recognized one figure present; the Chiss woman. He gave a subtle two finger wave, and folded his arms behind his back as he began to wait.

A bit of sorcery never hurt anyone.

[member="Lord Eclipsion"] [member="Darth Arcis"]

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

She glanced at the row of dark-clad men and women, all here to service not just the New Order or any particular faction, but to further Sith Knowledge for the Sorcerers of the galaxy. Eclipsion noticed a small hand gesture from one of the faceless figures. She strained her eyes, and managed to make out the face of [member=Graxin Rade], she made a small and subtle jerk with her head, to signify that she recognized his presence. The Knight slowly moved her head back into position, once more bowing to the Sith Lord.

 

[Darth Ferus]

There was a single movement on the stage. The dark hooded figure that was the Zabrak known as Darth Ferus strode calmly on stage. The Dark Council were the supreme rulers of the New Order, and while Ferus was an Enforcer of the Dark Council, he only listened to Vulcanus. He had immense respect for the Pureblood known as [member="Darth Arcis"] , but he would not bow to the man. At least, not as the others had. With a slight bow of his head he greeted the King.

​"It seems many have joined you on your endeavor. However, I am curious onto what exactly your plan is. How do you propose to exactly make a new defending army?" Ferus's words were soft. Genuine. He was truly curious onto the mans plan though. Proclaiming that the New Order needed a new military was something.. Interesting.

 

[Vladkione Dawnpierce]

This, this was the kind of moment the ancient Juggernaut fought for. To instill a sense of character into the Sith acolytes , a strength of mind to overcome the nuisances thrown against their wake by liars and hypocrites. There still wasn't much he understood about this new day and age, especially this fad for stylized hair or flashy armors. A Sith was one to be feared, not something to idolize on the market as a trendsetter. It made him a tad bit angry as a matter of fact, just knowing this era ushered in more children than it did men of the fighting quality; however, there were exceptions.

Vladkione followed behind the Zabrak that entered the stage, eying him as he bowed with the genuine respect given to a figure of authority. The ancient warrior himself gave the same gesture of respect and acknowledgement, his appearance being much larger and built than most with the addition of his heavy armor, plates of durasteel and matrix clanking together as he shifted his tank-like self to the masses of like-minded individuals all chanting their respects.

Power over a people willing to spear-head your cause. Admirable.

And suddenly, it spoke in a voice most peculiar and at the same time menacing. "Did I hear talk of Jedi? It seems even after a thousand years, war still burns as more than just an ember on a dying planet. There is work to be done, and I shall aid you."

(His voice)


[member="Darth Ferus"] @Maleus [member="Darth Arcis"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Having arrived on Tantorus, Ballen-Ist had quickly made his way to the Grand Temple, the harsh sun of midday pounding down on his red skin. A dark, powerful force signature could be sensed by the boy's mind, residing with the temple's valley as the speech nearly began. Arriving amongst the large crowd, Ballen-Ist's eyes would be directed to the red skinned man who was upon the stage, his presence casting a dominate aura. However, he could not feel any emotions of anger from the man. Infront of the King were many pure blooded Sith, listening eagerly as [member="Darth Arcis"] began to speak, elaborating slightly on the plans he had in mind. The pure blooded boy would make his way through the crowd, ceasing his movement as he made it to the front of the stage.

Listening intently, Ballen-Ist would ponder the man's words, debating on their meanings and intentions. They were of course spoken out of loyalty to the New Order, or so the boy thought. Thunderous stomps of feet would be heard as the red skinned Siths stepped forward, falling onto a single knee in order to show their apparent devotion to their leader. The boy would do the same without hesitation, appreciating the words Arcis spoke. Slowly, Ballen-Ist's head would crane upwards, casting a glance towards [member="Darth Ferus"]' position, for he had appeared on stage as well.

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

"I say we slaughter them all and pillage their homesteads! We show they're people that the Jedi bring them no hope and no freedom and that our way is the only way. We'll not only have the jedi beat physically but their own worlds will begin to doubt them and the more victories we claim the closer will the revolt come. "

This voice came from seemingly nowhere until Kiyala dropped the assorted cloaks she melded around herself. Looking at the turn out so far she noted everyone here was definitely skilled so they were at least somewhat competent. She wore her Rancor Armor Mark 2 armor as a precautionary only just in case she may have riffled some feathers with her appearance. The numerous souls she possessed would be evident but the shadowy embrace that followed her wake and started from the Sith Amulet in the armors chest that held them in bondage. However, her demeanor put lightly was rather far from serious if you could see her.

She wore a pair of headphones that seemingly blocked out all sound, not loud enough to where it could be overheard through the small dust storm this planet often had though. She looked over at [member="Darth Arcis"] offered him a respectful but not submissive wave before leaning against the nearest pillar.

 

[Sheff Zee]

The Sith Knight, Lord Phobos to the New Order, and Darth Phobos to the One Sith, stood with his hood over his head as he had become accustomed to and simply watched the proceedings as they went. He watched [member="Darth Arcis"], and he took note of all the other members of the New Order all around them.

To be honest, he didn't really know why he was there, but he would find it soon enough when directions were given hopefully. Or else he'd be looking like a lost soul upon the planet.