All about the timing

[DudeTheManatee]

Here it is the Black Citadel, Soran had read for hours about this hallowed place but never had he been summoned to such a place. Taking a verbal note to himself before the door of the Dark Lord, "The holocrons don't do this place justice." Five years of work and service to the Darkness had brought him here, he had honestly never met the Dark Lord but had heard many different tales about him.

This Marauder came dressed as always, black Sith robes with some metal decorative plates over his armor. As he touched the door to open it he felt the Dark Side stronger than he ever had in his life. (Theme) The large door was much lighter than he had expected and the large room did not allow for the right amount of echoes for its size. Someone or something wanted the room to be this way and it bent to their will.

Soran walked across the room to the center bowed his head and took a knee (End Theme), "My lord, what is the will of the Dark Side?"
@Vinny

 

[Vinny]

March of the Steward

The stormy skies above Dromund Kaas roiled with an ever growing fury as the day turned into night. The sole shuttle transporting Soren would have been buffeted by angry winds only to see him coated in rainwater as soon as he stepped out of its confines. There, before the Black Citadel. Soran Rosche would find himself alone. No one would enter with him. Only he could march up those steps and confront the black soul lurking within.

The room that Soran entered was flanked with four empty thrones. The Three other Lords of the Sith were not present for this ceremony. It was a private matter. The Dark Lord himself sat on a fifth throne at the rear of the room. There was a chill in the air and a haze hung over the Sith's feet. Around him, priests droned in quiet supplication to the Dark Side only to depart the moment he dropped to his knees. With their passage, the doors slammed shut with the finality of an executioner's axe.

Darth Cain was hardly a person anymore. Nearly a foot taller than his mortal guise, his skin was like stone that had been steadily shifted to further emulate the likeness of a statue. His head was rounded and smooth with six eyes that glowed a sinister red. His mouth was nothing more than a carving, red light spilling out from it when he spoke. His voice seemed to come from all directions, a true monstrosity of the Dark Side.

"You are well met Soran Rosche, the Dark Side is with you." Cain's voice hissed. He extended both hands. "The Dark Side has called you here on this day so that you may serve its will in a greater capacity. A vision of your ascent came to me, the Dark Side's will. You have grown strong since you joined us. Soran Roche."​

 

[DudeTheManatee]

Soran knew the voice of the Dark Lord but had never heard his true voice, he had never felt this much Darkness in one place in his entire life. The power of the force was on display in this place in this moment. Soran rose to his feet speaking calmly, "I am but a servant of the Darkness my lord. I am glad to know my work has been noticed." There was some pride in his voice, he had learned more than he could have imagined and learned it faster than many others could have dreamed.

Soran finally looked up to the Dark Lord, the voice he heard matched what was in his mind perfectly. Many younger Sith would have just seen a monster, this was no monster this is what power and freedom can be. "I plan to follow the Darkness to uncover all the secrets this galaxy has to offer.", there was no hidden meaning in his words Soran wanted all the knowledge he could find, "If I may ask, what have you summoned me for?" He asked the question with another polite bow of his head. Soran was here for one of two reasons either the Dark Lord was very happy with him or was very upset, time seemed to stand still.

 

[Vinny]

The Dark Lord would have smiled if he were capable of the facial expression. Instead, he leaned forward in his seat, eyeing the rising Sith. The young man had ambition and a craving for knowledge. Of this, there was little doubt in the Dark Lord's mind. Cain was pleased. He waved a hand and a saber leaped from behind the throne, twirling in the air before igniting. The jet black handle shone in the light of the braziers around them.

"I have summoned you, Soran Rosche, to rise to the occasion." The Dark Lord began. "You will join me on the Dark Council, rise to the station of Lord of the Sith and become one of the Scourges of the galaxy." Cain clenched his fist, the room darkening a bit. He rose to his feet, levitating down to the floor. The stone grated against his feet. The six-eyed head tilted to the right.

"Are you prepared to take up this cup? Should you fail, you will die." The Dark Lord snarled.

 

[DudeTheManatee]

Soran smiled, not from joy, hope, or elation, but from a place of evil. He was being asked to join the personal council of the Emperor, "I am Lord Cain. I am prepared to take it and drink deep from the Darkness." He watched as the Dark Lord came closer, his expression unwavering in the evil that was Cain. The weight of the Dark fell heavily on the room, to anyone else it would have driven them mad, Soran stood proud.

If this was the will of the Dark Side, he would take the job. Keeping the galaxy under the rule of the Sith Empire was what he desired and what he trained for during the last five years. "Thank you for choosing me to be reborn.", Soran kneeled again as the Dark Lord came close the saber still spinning in the dimmed light.

 

[Vinny]

The Dark Lord gave an almost fractional inclination of his head. His glowing red eyes bored down into the man who would be a Lord of the Sith. Soran was powerful, that much was certain, but he had been with the order for only a few years. Though he had accomplished much and he had earned Cain's attention, which was enough in this case. Whether the young man held onto his title and maintained his position was another thing entirely. It would be up to him and him alone. That is if he survived the baptism.

Darth Cain raised his hands into the air;

"Then it shall be done! Soran Rosche shall die today! In his place, a Lord of the Sith shall arise!" The Dark Lord cried in a loud voice, drawing the dark side into him. He fueled himself with his passion, not his hate, or his anger, but his belief, his devout and fanatical love for the Dark Side. It heeded his call

The room dimmed further, a chill wrapping around both of them like a blanket made of ice. The storm roiled above them and Cain released his power. He channeled the might of the dark side directly into Soren, filling every particle of his being with it's unyielding wrath. Washing him from inside and out with raw power. The pain would be extraordinary;

"Peace is a lie! There is only passion!" Cain bellowed, smashing through the walls of Soren's being. "Through passion, you gain strength!" A breeze picked up in the room, one that turned into a deafening howl as Cain increased the pressure.

"Through strength, you gain power!" The roar of the dark side reached a fever pitch. The power in Soren's veins would feel like chilled oil, as if at any moment it would burst into flames. A slick, grasping, gnawing of malice pooled about Soren Rosche, threatening to consume him.

"Through power, you gain victory!" Cain pressed on, feeling the strain of the baptism as he reached toward oneness with the Dark Side. "Through victory, your chains are broken!" There was a howl of rage from around them, power built and exploded into being, darkness flooded, faces of long dead Lords of the Sith peered out from the abyss. They stood at the edge of the physical and metaphysical.

"The force has set you free!" The Dark Lord rasped, and the room grew quiet, the pain ended, the lights began to rise even as the faces remained just out of sight.

"Rise, and speak your new name, so that those who came before you may bear witness to the birth of a Sith Lord."

 

[DudeTheManatee]

Soran stood, his head still bowed, his eyes still closed. He spoke with a calm terrifying voice, "I am Darth Chronos...", Soran spoke the four words as he stretched out and took his new weapon. The moment his arm descended Darth Chronos's eyes snapped open and his head rose, he gazed at the Dark Lord. Chronos felt the power of this place flow over him and for the first time truly looked at Cain. What he saw was not the creature that the Dark Side had made him, nor the mask he wore around others but he saw the man that fell in love with the Darkness.

His life before a moment ago blurred in his memory, the only memory he had of himself was the darkness pouring into his mind and soul. Soran Rosche was dead, Darth Chronos was born.