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Junction wasn’t the most important or valuable asset within the Empire - but it was the location that Vahliri had chosen for this meeting.
Centuries ago, the base had been conquered and utilized by the First Sith - to facility their assaults and house the founders of their order. More recently, it had been utilized by Empress Andruil as the base of her operations off of Serenno, and where she had purged her Council or ineptitude. And now, Vahliri had taken residence within its stronghold - requisitioning the droid attendants to bring the facility entirely under her control. Naturally, transmissions were carefully monitored going in and out of the base - entirely aware that she needed to move carefully. She had already brought both of her apprentices with her, both of whom were positioned in the crowd.
The Council Chambers had been modified for Vahliri’s purposes. It was cleared of most furniture and ornamentation, save for the twin banners of the Sith that hung from the rafters above. A single seat was poised at the back of the front - directly behind where the half-Annfyn stood amongst them - hands folded against the small of her back. It was a representation of the authority that Vahliri had claimed for herself - further reflected in each message that was disseminated to members of the Sith Order.
The Dark Lord beckoned them all to Junction.
Vahliri was positioned at the center of the room, amber eyes fixed out onto those who arrived. Rather than her signature robes, the half-Annfyn was adorned in new regalia - a mixture of zeyd-cloth and metallic plating. The mask completely obscured her fine features, keeping them hidden behind its haunting visage.
It didn’t take long for the Council chamber to fill - and Vahliri didn’t wait long before she moved to address them. “My brothers and sisters,” She began, her smooth voice distorted and mechanized by the mask that she wore. “We have been betrayed.”
“We have been betrayed by our own - and dealt a harsher blow than the ISC or Jedi could ever hope to inflict.” Her words were filled with malice, anger palpable with every utterance. “Darth Trelain and the Empress are dead - and Altair Din grasps to fill the vacuum they have left behind. He and his Imperial regime seek to steal the Empire that we have built, and claim it for their own.”
“He seeks to banish our Order, or to bind us in the very chains we seek to break.” Her eyes narrowed behind the visor - gaze sweeping across the chamber. “To reshape the Empire into a weak, shadow of its former self. Even now, the Warmaster makes outreaches to the Consortium, Alliance and Republic - prepared to kneel to whatever terms they offer, to stabilize his own rule.”
Her fists tightened. “I will not allow the Sith Order to be neutered and forced into compliance. I will not allow us to be driven back into the shadows, or pressed under the heel of the weak. And I will lead our Order against this insurgency.”
“By rite of ascension, I claim the mantle of Dark Lord of the Sith - to guide and lead our Order, as I have done numerous times in the past. For we cannot afford fractionalization, infighting or leaderlessness, if we are to survive extinction.” She paused briefly, allowing her words to resonate through the room. “Any who would challenge question my right, make your challenge known now.”
Centuries ago, the base had been conquered and utilized by the First Sith - to facility their assaults and house the founders of their order. More recently, it had been utilized by Empress Andruil as the base of her operations off of Serenno, and where she had purged her Council or ineptitude. And now, Vahliri had taken residence within its stronghold - requisitioning the droid attendants to bring the facility entirely under her control. Naturally, transmissions were carefully monitored going in and out of the base - entirely aware that she needed to move carefully. She had already brought both of her apprentices with her, both of whom were positioned in the crowd.
The Council Chambers had been modified for Vahliri’s purposes. It was cleared of most furniture and ornamentation, save for the twin banners of the Sith that hung from the rafters above. A single seat was poised at the back of the front - directly behind where the half-Annfyn stood amongst them - hands folded against the small of her back. It was a representation of the authority that Vahliri had claimed for herself - further reflected in each message that was disseminated to members of the Sith Order.
The Dark Lord beckoned them all to Junction.
Vahliri was positioned at the center of the room, amber eyes fixed out onto those who arrived. Rather than her signature robes, the half-Annfyn was adorned in new regalia - a mixture of zeyd-cloth and metallic plating. The mask completely obscured her fine features, keeping them hidden behind its haunting visage.
It didn’t take long for the Council chamber to fill - and Vahliri didn’t wait long before she moved to address them. “My brothers and sisters,” She began, her smooth voice distorted and mechanized by the mask that she wore. “We have been betrayed.”
“We have been betrayed by our own - and dealt a harsher blow than the ISC or Jedi could ever hope to inflict.” Her words were filled with malice, anger palpable with every utterance. “Darth Trelain and the Empress are dead - and Altair Din grasps to fill the vacuum they have left behind. He and his Imperial regime seek to steal the Empire that we have built, and claim it for their own.”
“He seeks to banish our Order, or to bind us in the very chains we seek to break.” Her eyes narrowed behind the visor - gaze sweeping across the chamber. “To reshape the Empire into a weak, shadow of its former self. Even now, the Warmaster makes outreaches to the Consortium, Alliance and Republic - prepared to kneel to whatever terms they offer, to stabilize his own rule.”
Her fists tightened. “I will not allow the Sith Order to be neutered and forced into compliance. I will not allow us to be driven back into the shadows, or pressed under the heel of the weak. And I will lead our Order against this insurgency.”
“By rite of ascension, I claim the mantle of Dark Lord of the Sith - to guide and lead our Order, as I have done numerous times in the past. For we cannot afford fractionalization, infighting or leaderlessness, if we are to survive extinction.” She paused briefly, allowing her words to resonate through the room. “Any who would challenge question my right, make your challenge known now.”
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