Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jul 27, 2010 21:15:01 GMT -5
((Mostly so Drace and Visari can be introduced, but any other Dominionites can step in also. If you're not in either group and feel like making an appearance, ask me. Just remember not to interrupt the proceedings. ^^ ))
The new Sith Temple was a magnificent edifice, a symbol of the power and dedication the new Sith Order possessed. Individually, every member was powerful; gathered together, they could bring the galaxy to heel, in time. Which was the goal of many of them, and an admirable goal it was; others had more foresight and planning, though, and knew that to seize ultimate control would take years, perhaps generations. Some of them might not live to see their goals come to fruition, which was an acceptable alternative to total loss. Especially to the Jedi.
One such foresighted individual, or at least he thought he was such, was the wealthy Miraluka Charlill Sylvorr, recently christened Lord Memnon; he still went by Shard informally, though (which was most of the time, with him), and his organization/company/government/whatever was still called Shard's Dominion. Today he and one of his allies, Visari Netellus (also known as Lord Phaestus, as of late), were looking for a particular student here in the Temple, a Drace Jager.
Due to the events of the past two months, Shard had been unable to immediately find Drace a master, being busy with Looma and the various battles of the Empire, not to mention running the Dominion; he had instead seen the boy inducted into the classes offered at the Temple, offering instruction in the history of the Sith as well as basic Dark Side techniques and lightsaber combat. That way, when the student found a proper master, they wouldn't be totally ignorant and the master wouldn't have to start from scratch.
"You remember the lad, Visari?" Shard was saying. "An assassin of some skill, and he's not even twenty years old yet. I would have taken him myself, or found him a master before, but we've all been busy and there just wasn't time." He frowned beneath his glasses. "I barely had time for Miss Looma, to my regret. And hers, no doubt." The Miraluka shook his head and smiled again. "Anyway, he should be around here somewhere..."
The new Sith Temple was a magnificent edifice, a symbol of the power and dedication the new Sith Order possessed. Individually, every member was powerful; gathered together, they could bring the galaxy to heel, in time. Which was the goal of many of them, and an admirable goal it was; others had more foresight and planning, though, and knew that to seize ultimate control would take years, perhaps generations. Some of them might not live to see their goals come to fruition, which was an acceptable alternative to total loss. Especially to the Jedi.
One such foresighted individual, or at least he thought he was such, was the wealthy Miraluka Charlill Sylvorr, recently christened Lord Memnon; he still went by Shard informally, though (which was most of the time, with him), and his organization/company/government/whatever was still called Shard's Dominion. Today he and one of his allies, Visari Netellus (also known as Lord Phaestus, as of late), were looking for a particular student here in the Temple, a Drace Jager.
Due to the events of the past two months, Shard had been unable to immediately find Drace a master, being busy with Looma and the various battles of the Empire, not to mention running the Dominion; he had instead seen the boy inducted into the classes offered at the Temple, offering instruction in the history of the Sith as well as basic Dark Side techniques and lightsaber combat. That way, when the student found a proper master, they wouldn't be totally ignorant and the master wouldn't have to start from scratch.
"You remember the lad, Visari?" Shard was saying. "An assassin of some skill, and he's not even twenty years old yet. I would have taken him myself, or found him a master before, but we've all been busy and there just wasn't time." He frowned beneath his glasses. "I barely had time for Miss Looma, to my regret. And hers, no doubt." The Miraluka shook his head and smiled again. "Anyway, he should be around here somewhere..."