Sinister Intentions

Grand Inquisitor Prognie · Dark Lord of the Sith Joined: 11 May 2007 Posts: 1598

The sun eased over the horizon on Kuat like a lingering thought, its golden rays piercing the last remaining areas of its route before the darkness and the moon did their nightly dance. Usually Kuat was a bustling place of activity, speeders zooming in and out of traffic zones going about their usual business of high speed lives. But traffic slowed down, people were returning to their comfortable apartments over looking beautiful parks and for the unfortunate overlooking the slums of the planet. While the normal men, women, alien, or non-sentient being returned home, deep within the city the Sith Temple of Kuat was a normal hub of general activity.

The halls of the Sith temple were usually filled with prospects, students, teachers, masters, and lords of all types but most corridors were empty beside their guards standing in their usual posts. The last remaining hopefuls that were invited to the grand ceremony were running to the outside courtyard where some of the galaxy’s most powerful Sith were gathered amongst the other students and masters in a large ceremony to honor two great and powerful sith in their ascension to Lordship. Sitting quietly in the center of the stage on a beautiful designed wooden seat, the Emperor’s piercing gaze moved across the gathering crowd. On his sides were the Dark Lords of the Empire as well as the two beings being honored on this day.

The crowds finally took their seats and quickly quieting one another as the Emperor, the most powerful Sith of the galaxy and the Darkest Lord of all the Lords present stood up from his erected throne. With graceful steps that would be envied by dancers the Emperor approached the podium that stood in the center, the sun at its peak lighting the sky in an orange glow that complemented the Emperor’s violet robes. Raising one bony finger the crowds fell silent of any whispers, fear striking their hearts as the Emperor’s words reached their ears, “Today isn’t a day of learning, it is a day of honor, a day of power, a day of transcendence. Years before, I too, stood here on a day, just as our two honored guests stand here today. Today I stand here, just as many other Emperors and Empresses and Dark Lords have stood before crowds speaking almost the exact same words as their predecessors. Each remembering the past, reminding the hopefuls of the path before them, the struggles, the devotion, and the strength that one must possess to climb to the position that the two men being honored tonight have earned.”

“No, I will not waste your time repeating the same words your Masters force you to say quietly to yourself as you endure one of the most agonizing rituals you’ve ever faced, to use your anger and pain, to be strong. No, I will not waste anyone’s time by being repetitious and condescending. We have all heard the messages of our Masters if we are present here for this celebration. What I leave you with is not wisdom, but reality: the journey of the a Sith is not simple; it is not for the frail; it is not for most of you in this crowd but for those individuals that it is you will find yourself in a position of greatness and with an even greater journey before you. The path to power is never ending, it is a continuous bridge across a bottomless pit, for the weak it ends only half way but for the strong it will guide you forever against new odds and new struggles. Whoever said the path of the Sith was simple lied, it is continuous and long and only individuals like the two tonight realize that the bridge never ends and the journey never ceases.”

“I now ask that Supreme Commander Marix, member of the Sith Order, please rise and come before you all.” The Emperor pivoted slightly to look at Marix and motioned him forward so that the Sith could witness the rise of their Supreme Commander.
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A blessed rage for order

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Supreme Commander Alor

Supreme Commander Marix rose from his seat near the front of the room. The pale beams of one of Kuat’s moons shone into the courtyard, and onto the Sith Battle Master. His tall frame earned Marix longer strides than the normal humanoid, and he reached the podium in four steps, whereas it would have taken six or seven for another being. He did not wear glorious robes or fabrics, but rather more practical clothing even for such a special occasion. His image was reminiscent of his grandfather’s attire during the Clone Wars. Quinlan Vos had been one of the few Jedi to wear protective armor, just as Marix was one of the few Sith doing so now. The armor plates were taken from his Mandalorian Armor and placed on his upper arms and shoulders, upper and lower legs, as well as his chest. Underneath he wore a cortosis-woven armor-protected long-sleeved shirt—over was merely a skintight synthetic black shirt—with matching armor-protected black pants. Hanging down to his Krayt-hide boots from his neck was a loosely fitted black cape, which furled out behind him as he walked.

As both Sith Battle Master and a Military man, Marix was always prepared, no matter what the occasion. Hanging from his belt was his main saber, resembling that of Darth Maul but with improvements, and hidden over his body were another two sabers, a DC-15 blaster pistol, a holdout in his left boot, a vibro-blade in his right. He had seriously considered getting shoto-sabers in holsters on his wrists, but had yet to copy his Emperor’s choice of weaponry. As for equipment, Markaro Vos had two comm-links, one for Official use, the other for his own private use, as well as a synth-cord shooter, miniature holo-projector, personal holocron, re-breather, and ration packs and water for a week.

He took the three steps up onto the platform and moved to stand next to the Emperor. Turning, he gazed out on the gathered crowd. Almost immediately, the few gathered Military Officers, Force Sensitive and Non-Sensitives alike, straightened in their seats, while giving almost imperceptible salutes to their Supreme Commander.
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Once known as Darth Marix

Major General Celestial

(You make stuff so hard to respond to. Wink

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Celestial, arriving two hours early was already in his seat. The darkness had already come before he had seen anyone come. He always thought the sun setting was a beautiful sight to behold on Kuat. He then heard the sound and found that the Emperor himself and Lord Prognie had arrived. Shortly after the footsteps once again reccurred, and the Supreme Commander trotted in. Celestial stood up and gave him a quick salute.

Later he just sat and watched Lord Prognie as he spoke, and Lord Marix Step onto the up-rising podium. He straitened in his seat and saluted the Supreme Commander again.
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Dark Patron: Darth Revan

High Mage Serratus

Darth Serratus watched the Supreme Commander step up to the podium. Serratus had heard rumblings of risings like that on Cerea and heard that many of the small anti-Imperial factions were gaining in strength. He wondered if the Hutt-Tusken alliance that had recently formed on Tatooine had anything to do with it.
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

High Commander Vexen

Sith Lord and High Commander Doran Vexen sat in the audience near Supreme Commander Marix. When he rose, Vexen smiled as Marix turned around. Vexen wasn't wearing anything formal for this occasion, we wore his standard robes. However, being a military man at heart, he wore and Echani battle armor underneath his robes. The armor was flexible enough for easy movement, but also allowed for good protection.

Vexen was also equppied for the anything. In his belt alone, he had two lightsabers, several grenades, a blaster pistol, and a few knives. He also had a small vibroblade tucked away in his pocket, and two lightsaber daggers that would extend from his wrist in the style of his former master, Lord Minious. Vexen then simply watched and waited for the ceremony to begin.

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