Open Social Sullust A Good Day's Aftermath

[The Eternal]

Open to those with reason to be in the Sith base (i.e. not open to attacks, Jedi, etc.)​

The Eternal looked over the base as it made its way to the main hall. There was damage to the facility from the torpedoes and bombs, but most of it was more superficial than anything. Magistrate Phoeya had succumbed to wounds, but her daughter Phoeya II was soon to take over the role. Several guards had been killed and Lieutenant Aran had been sprung from her prison cell, but that, too, paled in comparison to the gains.

The Grandmaster of the Jedi was dead, one of the members of their Council was dead, the Jedi attack had been turned back by only a handful of defenders, and the base still stood firm and strong. The loss of Darth Invictus was a heavier blow than the Eternal had hoped for, but still a good day when it was all considered.

The Eternal arrived in the main hall, standing on a small stage at the front of those who were gathering. Those who had fought at both Sullust and Ajan Kloss deserved recognition for their actions, and the Eternal intended to give it to them.

It could sense the mood was good, many of the men and women gathered were still riding high from the victories that had been won, and the Eternal had taken note of the names of all those who had been involved.

 

[Wiley Winnz]

THEME​

Wiley's mouth was quirked in the side with the edge of his lips curled upwards. The footage of him shooting down the Jedi's X-wing ran in a loop on his datapad. Looking up, the Marauder took his attention away from his hobby. The past days had been busy but despite the fact the hangar had been wrecked and his A-9 interceptor was destroyed he had plenty of reason to smile. The man had heard everything that had happened on Ajan Kloss. A quiet but high pitched giggle escaped the man before it died and he cleared his throat to put a little effort into seeming presentable.

The Marauder had been over the battlefield during the assault and with that, a perspective of how immense the Eternal's power was and far reaching it was. This must be what it feels like to be hawk in an eagle's territory. Standing to one side in the non-descript corners of the hall Wiley had a vivid understanding of the beingss capabilities now. It was like seeing a natural disaster versus only hearing about the aftermath.

Change was in the air but that was the nature of chaos. The Dark Side with its power definitely led to some tumultuous events and the future was not an exception. Wiley didn't need to be a seer to predict that. In fact, he was going to have to talk with one of the higher ups about maybe taking a trip over to Mandalorian space.

It won't take much.
Volunteer only.
A scar is still worth taking a stab at.

No...forget the word play​

His gloved fingers brought the datapad up and switched away from his Sol-E-Fans account and began looking up logistical information for the cheapest and unwanted Imperial Remnant assets that none of other forces would mind him taking. A crap nimbus?...no...hmm. He sent a message to requisition a list of the Sullust and Eriadu impound inventory. If anything popped, maybe he'd have a little trip in a few days.

 

[Nobody]

You've return your lightsaber to its clip, your gun to its holster, and slowly claw your way towards the base as the Jedi's starfighters shoot into hyperspace. Wheezing unceremoniously, you're quickly noticed and eventually (though you hate to admit it) carried into the main hall. You begin to wonder where you might get a new set of legs; they'd been originally provided by the Jedi themselves, and by no means were they inexpensive.

You are glad, however, that your sacrifice was not in vain, that you distracted the Jedi long enough for his unfortunate defeat. A Jedi Master was above your level, and you could not have hoped to overcome him in a one on one situation. Still, it felt nice to watch his agony after what had happened on Ryloth.

A giggle catches your attention and you glance at a man nearby as you sit on the ground, propped up by both hands. You don't know where you'd go next, let alone how...Your thoughts are interrupted as the Eternal walks into the Hall. He's impossible to read behind the mask, but you guess he wouldn't be too disappointed.

Might have you shot for failure, might ignore the stub on the ground who was nothing more than a human shield. You don't care; the Jedi as a whole had suffered greatly and, as long as the Eternal came out on top, you were content. As these thoughts run through your mind, you realize the extent of your exhaustion and hang your head, leaning your back against the wall, staring into the abyss of darkness before you...

@Phoenix @Darasuum ​

 

[Darth Malicia]

The room was filled with Sith. More Sith than Malicia had seen in one place before. The size of the Cadre paled starkly in comparison, though it was a small experiment in the grand scheme of things.

Per usual, Malicia was in her cadre-armor, unwilling to give it up. It didn't stick out much in the current crowd, outside of perhaps an extra touch of silver. The crowd allowed Malicia to move through it with relative ease.

The mood in the room was high and Malicia knew she needed to be here. Not showing up would be a huge mistake on multiple levels, but putting off her plans always made her antsy. There was so much she was working on. So much more she planned to do afterward, and staying too long in one spot delayed it all. Still, she'd try to enjoy the mood in the room.

 

[Renfry]

Renfry hadn't actually been to Sullust before this, and arriving now was an entirely new experience. The world was... dead. So devoid of any life, plants, or animals. So she decided to push that out of her mind and focus on the people here.

The Sith were now her new home, and she was still riding high from the victory at Ajan Kloss. She had no idea what to make of a meeting like this or what happened at them, but she'd arrived prepared for... well, almost anything.

The saber from the deceased councilor was hanging proudly from her belt as she made her way into the main hall. The Eternal had already arrived, and its presence was unmistakable. There was incredible darkness in the air and she was both impressed and drawn to it.

Someday, she thought to herself.

She moved among the other members of the meeting, watching those who were gathered. She'd heard about what had happened at Sullust as well, apparently a Sith victory against the Jedi. Although she wouldn't admit this aloud she didn't know much about Jedi, but they weren't making a great first impression on her.

 

[Darth Tiamat]

There was more curiosity within Lyra than the eagerness to celebrate a victory. She was always under the impression after a good performance, you learned what you did well, where you can improve, and then move to the next competition, or in this case battle. Sometimes it brought a cockiness within some and she wondered if it were the same with those in the Sith and who would fall from getting into something that they couldn't handle. Upon arrival she would make her conclusion about Sullust, finding the volcanic world unpleasant and dull. She could feel the presence of many powerful Sith inside the base and when she reached the hall, she suddenly felt out of place.

Lyra entered under the impression this was a celebration. As she looked upon the attendees, she couldn't help but to note the large amount of black robes, armor, and weapons carried at their side. She felt her stomach sink and she took a deep breath, she was going to stick out like a sore hutt with not only her fiery red hair, but also what she opted to wear, to which she found herself smoothing out the front from her self-consciousness.

The acolyte strolled into the hall; even though she did not feel like she should be here, she kept her head up, knowing she was going to draw some eyes and maybe an awkward interaction or two.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

The Grandmaster of the Jedi wanted to linger on his mind. Oota had wanted so badly to haunt his thoughts and pierce through who he was. There hadn’t been any new lashes on his back and his mind had all its newly crafted walls up. He had duality within him, and today he wore the persona of the executioner. He had been the driving force to lead the Ajan Kloss assault, and he had since taken up a new mantle since he had sought out his own pursuits.

Emryc had peripherally been around the Eternal before, but never in its immediate presence. Slow strides took him into the chamber past where all the damage had been. He hadn’t been on Sullust, but he knew that ultimately the ploy had worked. Ajan Kloss had been sacked, the Jedi lost critical leadership and the Sith maintained their base.

He could see the others in the room, a haunting chill that emanated from the Eternal. However, the Dark Lord was not alone in that today. There was another presence - one that was ancient enough to have existed during the time of the mask’s conception. Emryc was adorned in the armor of Darth Kravos, having obtained it after accessing the legendary holocron that had eluded Sith for generations. Wearing it was a testament to Emryc’s devotion and a glimpse into the abilities he possessed.

There was purpose to his steps as always, but it was largely unpretentious. He walked as if he was always meant to wear it, as if it had been his own the entire time. The cloak brushed behind him and the helmet hid his face from view. He arrived shortly after Renfry, moving in to stand opposite of where the Eternal stood on a platform.

“Well this base has seen better days,” He mused aloud, thinking back to the damages along the building. He then tilted his head to nod at the others before walking off to the side, “I do hope there are drinks for us,” He tilted his head to look at the Eternal again so it could gaze into the Kravos helmet and know there was a grin behind it, “Those of us from Ajan Kloss are especially parched.”

@Dread @Darasuum @Phoenix @DarkSaber

 

[Aadya Rasheer]

Arriving on Sullust met Aadya with a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, she was proud of the Sith and what they had accomplished here. They had proven to the galaxy that they were a force to be reckoned with and even more importantly, showed the Jedi that their ancient enemy was filled with fangs and venom.

But then again, the young Acolyte also couldn't help but wonder how many of the Jedi she had known had died here unceremoniously, squashed beneath the Sith boot heel like insignificant bugs. Confliction was not a foreign concept for Aadya given her past and now present circumstances, and she'd been trying to keep those feelings away as best she could, but some habits were just hard to break. Jedi guilt was not something that you rubbed away quickly.

So far, she did not recognize anyone else who had gathered here but that too was unsurprising. Moving past a man in rather impressive armor, Aadya couldn't help but here his musings about being thirsty. Reaching into the inside pocket of her jacket, Aadya produced a small silver flask filled with dark Corellian whisky and offered it to @Emryc Thorne.

Probably better stuff in there than the swill most of the other Sith tend to drink, She said with a chuckle. Aadya had no idea how to really socialize with other Sith, she hadn't really been a member of the Order for that long and most Sith seemed to be edgy loner weirdos.

Maybe this guy was different.

 

[Darth Stolas]

The operation had, by all accounts and reports, gone as planned. A bunch of Jedi had shown up on Sullust and run around in a mostly-disorganized panic, sprinting face first at fortress defenses and causing some superficial damage to the surface level of the complex. He'd even heard a couple Jedi'd been fried by the Eternal himself. An honor, he was sure.

After sending off the after-action reports through the right channels he'd made his way to the main hall, skirting around the center of the place and instead favouring one of the bordering higher-up walkways around the open space. As usual he had only his black pants, leather boots, black long-sleeved shirt, and utility belt with his pair of utilitarian lightsabers. Unlike some of the others he felt little need to dress up for this kind of thing. Even now there was someone walking in wearing a set of armour that looked-

Gold eyes locked onto Emryc, a presence he was by now at least passingly familiar with, wearing a certain ancient set of armour. His Sight followed his eyes, both staring with an intensity and sharpness that could make a hawk envious. It was a thing the other Sith may well be able to feel before he saw it and, for just a moment, carried with it the undercurrents of a deep and frosty anger, though free of malice. Then it shrank back, observing only curiously for a few seconds before he slipped away from the railing.

Somehow or other, he'd decided to observe this gathering a little more closely.

@Sreeya

 

[Asminys]

The strike against the Jedi Temple had gone exceedingly well. The Grandmaster of the Jedi had been struck down, as well as one of the Masters of the Jedi Council. The loss of Darth Invictus had been a blow, but one that Asminys had moved past with ease. He had only met the man once before, and though he had respected his abilities. Well, he was dead.

Asminys stepped into the room, his red-gold eyes surveying the scene with the look of a predator on the prowl. He wore a long open robe that remained unclasped, the short sleeves of the robe leaving most of his tattooed arms bare. His lightsaber was clipped to his belt on his right hip, and mirrored on the other rode the blade of the Jedi Grandmaster, Oota Boan. Its presence reeked of the light. It disgusted him and he intended to rectify the offensive presence soon, but for now...

It made a pretty good trophy.

Stalking into the room he spotted a few Sith he was familiar among the crowd of black and leather clad Darksiders. His Cadre-sister was lurking about as usual, always seeming to be present whenever he showed his face around the Sith. Renfry was there, as was the Sith Aadya. And then there was Emryc.

His presence felt colder now, cold in a way that mirrored the Eternal's, or the ancient tomb fortress Asminys had been to on Prakith. It suited him, it matched the ice in his eyes. He wore armor now, which covered his face much to Asminys' dismay. The pattern looked old and he could sense that the younger Sith's new garb was oozing with the darkside, perhaps explaining the cold feeling that exuded from him. It felt ancient. He offered the Sith a slight nod, which was more than he gave to anyone else as he circled the room.

 

[Elina Zelle]

This was a first for Elina and one she wasn't used to but assumed she would become quite familiar with. The attack on Ajan Kloss had been a success and so had the defense of Sullust and was cause for "celebration". She gave a sniff of the air and could still smell the blaster fire, burnt flesh, and pretty much-burnt everything else. It made her realize what she had missed and was quite disappointed with herself but the Jedi were a pesky breed. They would stick out their ugly heads once more and she couldn't wait for it. She looked for any excuse to use her powers and hone her skills.

Elina was dressed in tight-fitting robes that clung to her figure more than draped off her limbs. Her scarlet red hair was put up in a high ponytail that exposed her neck and stood like a raging flame. She hadn't really known what the dress code was for things such as this and as she took note around her and saw all the armor, she considered she may have underdressed.

As she peered around, there weren't any familiar faces for her to greet and she didn't know what to do at first. But as her eyes scanned across the crowd, she saw one woman who appeared the exact opposite of her and was overdressed for the situation. Elina could empathize with feeling out of place somewhere and she pushed her way through the crowd and toward @Lyra Durand. As she walked, her eyes drifted to the Eternal and to the armored Sith beside him as both radiated with absolute power. It was another first time for her to run across Sith that powerful and almost considered the royalty of their Order. It was a taste of what to expect for her in the future and it made her envious not being able to wield such strength currently. It would only be a matter of time until she was up there.

She stopped so that she was shoulder to shoulder with the woman in the dress. Elina turned to her and offered her a quiet smile that would reveal the tip of her fangs. "You stand out like a sore thumb." She was practically in the same boat but a different corner of it. "Name is Elina," The scarlet-haired Sith gave her a nod as she turned and used the force to pick up two glasses. Elina handed her one before tapping her glass lightly against Lyra's, "To standing out princess." Even if the woman didn't care for conversation, it was an excuse for at least drinks to enter her system and make it feel like a party. She brought the drink to her lips and tipped it back to empty the whole glass down her throat. She would return her attention to Lyra unless the Eternal or other armored Sith spoke.

@GABA

 

[Alyse Ti'Varnus]

Hopefully soon the Jedi would soon come to realise that their doctrines in preserving the status Quo was flawed, change is inevitable, change brings about growth, from growth comes strength - all of which is brought about by the natural order of the Force, the Darkside. The Sith Order, lead by the Eternal represented the much needed drive for change, whilst the Jedi Order and the lightside only represented stagnation.

Perhaps those who were slaves to the lightside would learn from their failures over the past few weeks, but then again it was doubtable, it was rare that the Jedi ever learnt from their failures - forever destined to repeat the same endless cycle. The Sith however, would learn from the mistakes and improve on them, ultimately growing in strength. One particular candidate would be Sullust's newest Magistrate, Phoeya II. Whilst having just succeeded the position following the death of her mother, the Order would not waste any time in ensuring that the newest magistrate was ready to fulfil her duties.

Moving through the corridors of the damaged base, a blonde haired Sith, made her way towards the Main hall, having concluded her meeting with the magistrate. Having for the last few hours spent her time discussing, advising and guiding Phoeya II in the matters of running and overseeing a planetary bureaucracy, so that it can function and serve the interests of the Sith Order as efficiently as possible.

Looking down onto her dataslab, the blonde Sith skimmed over the various drafts and policies that she herself was going to take back with her, as part of her own duties as Governor of Bakura; setting into motion trade arrangements, pledges for support and resources to be sent in aid to Sullust, to help them rebuild in the wake of a vicious attack orchestrated by the Jedi and Sector rangers - all of it dripping with political spin to hide the fact that Bakura's resources and industrial produce would be silently funnelled into the Sith Order's interests.

As she stepped into the main hall, Alyse's gaze rose up from behind the dataslab to take sight of the gathering that formed within the battered and scarred structure, eyes narrowing as her eyes panned over various faces, most of which were new and unknown, whilst only but a few were recognisable. The Eternal being as prominent a figure within the room as ever, and there was the platinum haired Sith she had met with shortly after been sworn in as Bakura's Governor - ( @Dread ) Demollys, now Darth Malica. A slight grin curling at her lip as she made her way through the gathered Sith towards the latter of the recognised two.

A slight bow of her head being offered as she made eye contact. "Darth Malicia" Alyse spoke out as she approached. "Congratulations on your victory on Ajan Kloss" the blonde continued before reaching into a pocket, to retrieve a small data chip before offering the device to the Sith Lord. "All the arrangements have been made for the Cadre Corporation to oversee operations of the MaxSec Prison in Kishh'daar at your earliest convenience, I suspect that the facility built into the old mines would provide your Children with the privacy that they would require"

 

[Sel Terrick]

It seemed the Sith's plans were coming along well, the Jedi's foolish attack on the world of Sullust had left them vunerable to attack and death. It was as he was taught in his formative years, they were predictable and foolish. Their deaths meant nothing, it was only fate that the galaxy was doomed to fall into their hands. Yet, the young Sith anguished at his own stunted prospects.

These victories were not of his own, the masters of the Sith had regulated him to clerical and minimal tasks, untrusting of him or his prospects. There was no glory in being a forgotten face or so Sel felt. Perhaps today would mark a new beginning for the Sith. The young Sith slithered towards the gathering, noting many of the great figures and Lords within the room. His golden eyes shifted to each, noting their faces and the way they carried themselves.

Perhaps I should introduce myself, many of them could use an apprentice of sorts. His mind raced as he squeezed himself towards a corner in the back, away from most. No...No..No...They will feel my presence, they will sense how strong I am in the force and they will come to me.

The battle in the young Sith's mind seemed to only build, so much self doubt bubbled within him. The Masters that trained me were foolish, I am a Sith..I will prove it.

 

[The Eternal]

The Dark Lord's eyes were always working behind the mask. It took in the sights of everyone who had gathered. Some it knew by name, some by reputation, and some had yet to distinguish themselves, but they were all its servants. The weak and stupid had been purged from the Order and what was left was quickly shaping into a formidable fighting force.

It spotted the pilot - Wiley, it was - from the battle on Sullust, defending the fortress from Jedi on the ground and in the air alike (@Darasuum). It saw the nameless Sith who had been injured but not quit while fighting the Jedi Master (@DarkSaber). It searched for the Rodian who had been by its side during the battle, but failed to spot him (@Eccles).

Its eyes swept over those who had been at Ajan Kloss. By all accounts, Darth Malicia had availed herself admirably during the conflict, instrumental in sewing a staining darkness at the temple (@Dread). Renfry, the Nightsister - or perhaps former was the correct adjective - was new to the Order, but seemed to have held her own quite well during the conflict, demonstrating the usefulness of her magicks. Darth Asminys, the newly ascended Sith Lord, held the saber of the Grandmaster on his hip. That alone told the Eternal a great deal, for claiming that saber was a high honor, and one the Dark Lord could sense even from here (@Arclight).

And then there was Emryc (@Sreeya). The young man strode in wearing an armor that the Eternal well recognized. The young warrior had been instrumental in organizing and executing the plan at Ajan Kloss, and he had no reservations about showing off. He was the only who actually addressed the Dark Lord directly.

Indeed there are, it said, looking down, meeting the gaze of a mask with the gaze of a mask.

You performed well at Ajan Kloss. A step along the path to living up to the armor you wear, it said, holding the gaze a moment longer before looking to the rest of those gathered.

Well done to all of you at both Ajan Kloss and Sullust. We've dealt a heavy blow to the Jedi and their hubris. This is a night of celebration. Indulge yourselves and remember our victory. The first of many to come! it promised.

@GABA @Logan @Mr. Teatime @Orbit @Topher @TWD26

 

[Varek Treth]

Varek hadn't been at the battle of Ajan Kloss or at the battle of Sullust, but he'd returned to see the aftermath. A Sith victory, or so they said. He wondered if it was simply what they said in order to cover over the fact that Jedi had actually assaulted the compound and landed several hits on the base, tearing large holes and killing members of the staff. Not to mention the loss of the Sector Ranger. Varek had seen the Eternal's PR before and wasn't impressed.

But a party was a party. That was until Emryc showed up. The little whelp had grown out of his place. After Varek had found him on Coruscant, he was practically shaking and broken, and now he had the audacity to march around in that armor. He didn't deserve it, and he knew that soon he'd need to be put back into his place. He was surprised the Eternal didn't do it, but the Eternal always had been weaker than it tried to appear.

Varek knew that the storm would be coming to a head soon.

He let out a slow breath before taking a drink and downing it in a single gulp. His hand brushed against his lightsaber hilt hanging from his belt. It was only a matter of time now. @Sreeya

 

[Wiley Winnz]

There was a period while he watched the other Sith in attendance from the side of the hall. Thanks to Imperial remnant forces and the relatively new occupation of factory assets, the Sith Order was directly manufacturing now. Before there was much more care needed for the procurement and movement of assets but ever since the Eternal had made the public broadcast announcing their existence, Wiley felt like this moment was just an eventuality.

The man's felt impressed as he laid eyes on the armored figure of Emryc. The Sith had done well on Ajan Kloss and wearing the armor of Kravos was quite the symbol. It was well earned and no doubt would motivate others to gain their own achievement. Emryc wasn't alone in his accomplishments though. Many others quickly engaged the armored shortly after his arrival and some of them shared in the glory.

The Sith Lords who had been spoken about by other members of the Order were present and in numbers. Wiley got goosebumps as he felt the Eternal's eyes looked upon him briefly. The smile on his face only widened a little. Under different circumstances, the attention would have given the man a bit more pause.

Wiley made his way over to grab a drink. There were more people that had come in and definitely warranted approach. But for now he was going to get loose and feeling good. A light wine to start seemed appropriate given the occasion.

"Pour me a glass 'a swill will ya mate?" He said having heard what one of the Acolytes had commented. The chrome plated service droid would provide promptly enough to earn a quick nod and thanks from the Marauder. Another hand of his was stuffed in in his pocket while he simply stood by, watched and listened. There weren't a lot of Sith that he had socialized with before today. Wiley had been wondering if Preef Callo would have attended but the wiry man didn't see the Rodian in attendance.

@Logan @Sreeya @Phoenix @Dread @Arclight @Mr. Teatime @TWD26 @Topher @Orbit

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Lyra felt Emryc's presence shortly after she had entered the hall, but there was something else that she would feel to it. It felt refined and ancient, and the aura that surrounded him undoubtedly thundered louder than the Eternal. She nearly missed the conversation started with her by a scarlet-haired woman and Lyra shook her head, "A sore thumb? Possibly," she glanced at Elina and then back at Emryc in his armor, not just any armor, but that of the Dark Lord, Kravos, it took her breath away, "I think the one in the armor now sticks out greater than any of us." she said her gaze returning Emryc, though knowing he may say something about her gawking and not socializing later, she returned to Elina who had handed her a glass of champagne.

"I am Lyra." she introduced herself also, and clicked her glass in their exchange, "To standing out."

Lyra took a sip, still not entirely used to the buzz she got from drinking alcohol, but Elina seemed to have downed the entire glass. The acolyte watched in awe and was about to offer her own glass for her empty one when the Eternal spoke. Her attention of course turned to him and listened while he applauded the victories of Sullust and Ajan Kloss. When the Eternal finished, she glanced at Elina, "Where you here or at Ajan Kloss?" she asked her.

@Orbit

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc felt many eyes on him, but he was thrilled when someone did something other than stare menacingly. He turned to regard the young woman offering him a flask with silence. For a moment, it would make her feel as if she had stepped out of line. The cold mask gazed upon her and drilled into her.

“You don’t mind if I put my mouth on it, do you?” He asked finally, clearly entertained. He took the flask and drew it to himself, pushing the helmet up and drinking from it. He hadn’t sensed any obvious ill intents and assumed it wasn’t poisoned. And if it was...well at least he was dying spectacularly in Kravos armor. The whiskey went down with a glorious burn, one he missed dearly since he was last out in the Core. He handed the flask back, “You have some fine taste.”

Eyes flashed up as he could all but feel indignation cast his way. His helmeted head tilted up to spot Morgan skirting around a railing above, golden eyes gleaming even from there, “Come join us, Morgan, no need to be shy,” He brazenly called out, grinning beneath the helmet.

Emryc called over the service droid, not wanting to drain all of the woman’s personal stash. He grabbed a mixed drink for himself and the woman, clicking his glass against hers to drinking the Sith swill. As he raised his drink up, he spotted Asminys gazing his way. His own gaze lingered there for just a moment, almost frosty in nature and speaking silent words that would never pass his lips before he looked away and drank.

The Eternal addressed him then and he raised his glass, “Here, here! Hope that includes you, my Lord,” He said cheerily as he nudged the service droid over towards the Eternal. Emryc glanced over next to spot his apprentice standing there staring at him. He had nothing to say to her, so he simply raised his glass to silently tell her to enjoy herself. What did catch his attention, however, was the fiery headed woman next to her. His gazed shifted to take note of her, never having seen her before - a face he certainly would have remembered. The gaze fixed itself just long enough to get across that he was curious before he turned away.

Next was the arrival of his master. Emryc paused to look at the man, seeing the disdain on his face. There was a cruel grin spreading beneath the helmet that Varek wouldn’t see but would know was there. Emryc raised his glass to him and tilted his head in mockery, silently letting him know that his days were numbered. Varek knew what it meant to be Emryc’s master. He knew it would end with only one of them remaining alive.

@Phoenix @GABA @Logan @Mr. Teatime @Arclight

 

[Darth Stolas]

The young Sit made his way down from the catwalk and slipped into the loose crowd of Sith and their varied attendants, soldiers, and support staff. He briefly passed a pair of fiery-headed women (@Elina Zelle and @Lyra Durand ), pausing a moment to raise an eyebrow at the dress. A familiar but rarely experienced scent touched his nose and he turned to the more casually dressed of the two and nodded slightly, a soft, rumbling growl of sorts emitting from his throat. A human couldn't hear it, but one of his own kind would have no trouble picking up the greeting. Then he turned back to the one in the dress.

"You wear it well, miss," he said in a playful tone, and just like that he was back off into the crowd. It wouldn't take him long to meet up with Emryc, his eyes sweeping over the armour he wore at a closer range while his Sight got the sense of it. He stepped right up to him, nodding to the woman (@Aadya Rasheer ) who he was briefly distracted by. There were quite a few more of his kind amongst the Eternal than he'd thought. He gave her the same sort of covert greeting as the last, then a deep and old-fashioned bow toward the Eternal out of respect for their position, before turning to look at Emryc's face.

Or at least the helmet he wore. His eyes swept over the rest of the armour with a sharp, critical eye, as if appraising a model at a fashion show. It was definitely genuine just based on how it felt in the Force. There was no way it wasn't. He'd thought for a moment it was an arrogant forgery worn by some idiot, but it was actually the real article worn by Emryc. No trace of his earlier flash of anger remained, replaced by an expression of mild amusement.

"Emryc ou chou, you're going to get yourself killed in your sleep. Did you get it fitted before you put it on? You're taller than he was, you know. Amongst other things."

He clicked his tongue, looking for any odd wrinkling or oddly located seams that would indicate it was armour made for someone with completely different measurements.

@Sreeya @Orbit @GABA @Logan

 

[Darth Malicia]

Malicia's eyes swept across the crowd, all the way to where most were looking. Emryc, of course, making his presence known. It took a handful of seconds for her to take in the armor he was wearing. By the way it sensed and looked, she assumed that it was ancient. That was when part of her attention fell off; she never cared for Sith relics, even those that looked rather handsome.

Her thoughts were drawn back to the crowd, then more specifically one of her acquaintances. The woman gave a progress report, which actually made Malicia's pale cheeks regain their smile. Perhaps there was some use to being here, even if it was just to hear a report.

Now, she'd created a web of connections and didn't remember this woman's original name, but it only took a few seconds to recall her newly appointed title. "Ceryx," Malicia started, turning to the woman. "Excellent work. I'll keep your efficiency in mind."

Malicia didn't stay put after since, really, nothing else needed to be said. She didn't care if the woman followed but if she was going to be forced to party she was going to get a few drinks down. Well, that and she'd sensed her cadre-brother enter earlier. Malicia walked towards him on her way to a table, but didn't stop. Her shoulder collided into him as she passed, and she made it so he'd feel it too. Her eyes glimmered with amusement. She smiled, leaving her cadre-brother behind her.

At the table she grabbed a drink some droid was handing to another Sith (@Darasuum) just as Emyrc called out. "Here here," she said absentmindedly before downing half of it, letting out a satisfied breath after as the warmth of the liquid hit her belly.

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