Gathering of the Lords

[Ardenator]

Paxis looked up, gazing at the vast expanse of red mountains that lay beyond the Valley of the Dark Lords. The sun was setting, and the sky now matched and rust red hue of the terrain around him. Right then, ground blended into sky, mountain into air. For that moment, all was one.

Something about that felt so beautiful, so right. But at the same time, there was that dark foreboding, that knotting deep in the pit of his stomach that he'd had ever since assuming the mantle of Dark Lord. Was he right for this? Was he doing the right thing? Would the Dark Side really bring peace to the galaxy? Conflict, for an instant, consumed him.

Then Paxis did what he always did when that happened. He drew himself up big and tall, went to his high place, and beat all of it back. He was Darth Paxis, the greatest force-adept since the Great Hyperspace war. No one surpassed him in knowledge, no one surpassed him in power. The Force did not control him, he controlled it. He had the discipline that his predecessors had lacked, he had the restraint. The Dark Side would not lead him anywhere he did not want to go.

Right now, he wanted to be among all of the remaining Sith in the Galaxy. There were six. Two masters, and four apprentices. They were all that was left, the seed of a New Order. The Galaxy had never seen anything like the New Sith. The forces of chaos would be powerless against their united front.

That is, if they could remain united, and not stray down the path of self-destruction that had proved the bane of the Sith time and time again.

He merged into the Force, feeling it's eddies and currents, allowing himself to blend into it as he had once been shown by the Baran Do. A monk-like order of Force-adepts, they were known for their wisdom, and also for unmatched patience. They felt the Force, flowed with it instead of commanding it, waiting for the time to be right for it. Often one had to wait for days or even weeks, but they always acted exactly when the time was right. Like them, he waited, and waited. Patiently he allowed the tide to rise, allowed the currents to come to their climax, and at this point hurled with all his strength a message to his comrades across the stars...

Korriban. Come, our destiny awaits us.

Paxis opened his eyes, and smiled. They would hear, and they would come.

It might take time, but then again, the Baran Do had taught him to be a master at waiting.

[Jenno]

He felt stronger still as his ship darted down through the oppressive barrier of the atmosphere. With a deep breath in Iniquitous could feel the world around him burst to life as his senses spiked freely. Ossus had helped him once again. Under the tutelage of Everos the young Sith Lord was slipping into his role at an expeditious rate. Even now with all his strength there was still room to grow even further, the potential of the Dark Side truly was unfathomable. But right, his own interests would have to wait, their time was coming, the age of the Sith would soon be at hand. All that was left was to orchestrate the song which would play out their return.

Letting the Force guide him Iniquitous directed the droid which sat at the helm of the small and unnoticeable transport ship. There was a pulse of familiarity which emitted from Paxis’ body, one which he recognised easily after their connection on Subterrel. He felt that meeting had done more than allow them to connect spiritually, Iniquitous believed that now their fates would be intertwined. They would be the two beings which would symbolise the entire New Order, they would be swift and cohesive and soon the admiration of many potential students. They would bring the everlasting peace. There was no room for doubt within Iniquitous mind, ever since the meeting with Paxis everything seemed so right, since then he hadn’t even had to reaffirm his believes by thinking of Lynn.

As he stepped down from the ship’s loading ramp, Darth Iniquitous took a deep breath in. This world was tainted, soaked in the currents of the Dark Side, as were so many he had visited. Yet this world, Korriban, was drenched much more deeply in the darkness. Often the scriptures and documents on Ossus would lead to mention of Korriban and the once grand temple that had been there, where many great Sith had been born. Still it surprised the Sith Lord how a world so bleak and desolate had held so much importance in the past. But he could certainly understand why it would be considered a good place to train others in the ways of the Dark Side. In fact it had been the reason Iniquitous was already planning to use this world once again in the name of the Sith. Yes, it would be important, and it would be entirely new.

As he drew nearer to the presence of his fellow master of the Dark Side, he reached into his robes and pulled out an old almost archaic communications device. It still functioned, although it was certainly reaching the end of its days. However, it would serve the brief purpose which Iniquitous required it for. “Veratos, Renata, it is time. Come to Korriban, you will know where to find me, we need to talk before those you have gathered arrive.” With a sharp and high pitched squeak the communications device switched off, perhaps it had extinguished its life cycle. Iniquitous would not know, for he would never use it again. Without little consideration he cast it to the ground where it would lay soon to be covered by the sands of time.

When Iniquitous finally reached Darth Paxis, they did not speak. Instead he sat down and entered his own meditating state, reflecting upon the words of a now dead Sith Lord, using them to make him stronger, to confront the challenges which lay ahead of him. Soon the time would be upon them, when their apprentices arrived they would be able to make the first step down the path to victory.

[Meira]

Renata had been meditating when she heard the beeping of her ancient communicator. She hadn't expected the thing to work. Pulling the device from within her robes, Renata activated it to hear her master's message. It had been the first time she had heard his voice since she and Veratos had been dismissed to do their bidding. The signal faded before she could respond, and the archaic thing seemed to die. She cast it aside, sure that she would not need it again.

Wasting no time, she had finished her business on Dantooine, leaving her two newest recruits to their own devices until she'd call them later. She took her ship and was quickly on her way back to the planet from which she had so recently come.

Korriban. It had taken a good deal of will to leave it the first time. Now her master called her there again. The power that the planet held was so enticing, it was like sparks in the fire that burned inside of her. Each moment spent on its surface was a thrill. Would Iniquitous teach her more on the infamous planet of their Sith forefathers? Would he give her more power? The prospects were tantalizing indeed. It was all she could do to keep her mind clear and focus on her journey back.

Upon reaching the planet, Renata searched for her master's presence through the force. Even with the tides of dark energy that moved on the planet, he was easy to find. But there was also another. Renata did not know this one's presence, but it was also strong. Did her master plan to betray her? After all she had done for him!? A spark of rage swept through her, and Renata had to take a moment to calm herself. Bringing the ship in for a landing, she wasted no time and set out toward her master on foot across the surface.

When she reached the place, two sat before her. One was her master, but who was the other? With caution, Renata approached Iniquitous. Dropping down to her knees, she bowed her head before him. Master, I have heard your call. What is your bidding?

[Necro Stormborn]

...Rocks...

Ramseye twisted in his chamber.. he was trying to fall asleep. And it was avoiding him at all costs. "Fierfek!" yelled Ramseye as he awoke once more, sweating...Why?

Ramseye couldn't understand what was going on.. He'd been feeling a sense of pull towards him. No, not from within him, but from something else.Something else was going on. And he wasn't there to see or hear about it.

Ramseye rolled over on his bed once more wiped the sweat away, drank some tapcaf that was stale and sitting on his nightstand, then attempted to find some sleep.

...sand...

"Arrrgghh.." Ramseye bolted awake once more. He was stuck in a cyclical cycle of never ending awakening. What was calling to him? Something came over him as he spotted the saber of Exar Kun strewn across his cloak on a chair two meters away. ...Where is Paxis. I haven't heard from him or seen him in a long time. I wonder if he has anything to do with this.... this is the kind of mind game he'd use to get me to stop being so aggressive like in the past...

Ramseye decided that he wasn't getting any sleep tonight so he clearly needed to rid his mind of thought. If it worked for the jedi, it could work for him.

He stood from his bed, walked to the center of the room, then sat down cross legged, and began to exhale slowly every 10 seconds. finally he dazed off into the quiet submissive world of the force. Colors faded away, light became gray, and fixtures and material melted into nothingness.


...darkness...


An hour later it came to him, he was deep in meditation when the message arrived. Though when it came it flashed darkness, and despair across his eyes. A welcoming thought, or perhaps a foreshadowing of some sort.

Korriban. Come, our destiny awaits us.


That voice...Master?


Ramseye's eyes slid open slowly. The normal bluish green had been replaced by a orange and red glaze, and they shone pure malice. It was time to progress. He had been awakened, and now things were finally in motion, Paxis needed him. And he would answer the call.

Ramseye showered, dressed, and the usual cleanliness antics of everyday life, then left for his blockade runner. He set the course for Korriban and finally drifted into a vast sleep.

------


The tone in the ship tinged across the inner chambers, the sound bouncing from room to room, compartment to compartment.

The ship slowed to a hover, then landed shortly after. As Ramseye walked down the ramp, and headed off to find his master, he basked in the darkness. The alluring power and hatred crept up on him and then washed across him. It was enjoyable, amazing even.

Ramseye stretched his force awareness, then let it guide him to where his master was... But it was strange, there were two others. He continued down the path until finally coming to the dark space, the area where His master sat in meditation. Adjacent to Kenneth was another man, a man of equally dark aura. "hmm, interesting..." Ramseye pondered attacking the man and relinquishing everyone of the overbearing presence of this other dark jedi, however, If Ramseye's master was open to the man being there, being here and this place of gathering, then so would he. Then again, Ramseye also saw another, a woman. She must have just recently arrived, for she was on her knees when he had entered the room, mumbling about this other dark man's call.

Ramseye strode to where his master was meditating, ignored the woman to his side, and dropped to one knee. He placed a palm on the ground in front of him and tilted his head downwards so that he was staring into the earth below him. "Forgive my tardiness, my master. I am here to serve."

[Neology]

Lidah lay on her belly in the red sand behind one row of tombs, watching the proceedings below through the scope of her gun. The Fallanassi technique of force immersion took up much of her concentration, hiding her utterly from the perceptions of all but one of the gathered Sith, though leaving her capable of little else while she maintained it. For that, the woman could almost be thankful. She had a certain dislike for Korriban and the meditation focused her thoughts elsewhere. For the moment there were only the four figures on the valley's floor and the long barrel of her sniper rifle. Her master wanted peace, but he was no fool. The long, bloody history of the Sith was well known, and, well, who was to predict the actions of another man's students even if their master was sworn to parley?

The summons to join the others came as a soft nudge against her consciousness, more like a lover's caress then the sharp jabs Everos had used to dictate his will. Her master was nothing if not subtle. Lidah smiled, studying the man she recognized as Ramseye by description for a long moment before pushing back the tempation of putting a fat slug through the top of his head. This was neither the time nor the place; risking her master's plans would hardly raise her in his favor. Breathing a wistful sigh the woman rolled to her feet and stretched sore muscles.

With deft hands she ejected the heavy shell with its cortosis heart from the chamber and slid it beside its brothers at her belt before shouldering the heavy gun. The ammunition itself was worth a small fortune, never mind the rarity of projectile weapons, but invaluable against the lightly armored jedi and their darker counterparts. Worth every credit, in Lidah's financially unconcerned opinion. Kicking sand over the previous night's long-cold fire Lidah moved to the covered speeder bike and pulled off the tarp, dropping the last layer of force immersion. She had no desire to surprise her master's guests overmuch.

She abandoned the vehicle behind one of the statues at the valley's mouth, preferring to get her first even measure of this other man and his apprentice on foot. The Arkanian was a fearsome creature to behold, with all the beauty and implied danger of some great predatory feline. Her clothes were form fitting and stained with the valley's red sand. Hair the color of fresh milk was braided thickly in the front with tuk'ata fangs and the dark flight feathers of a large bird. Around her neck she wore a set of dark claws to match the teeth, a proud trophy won during her last visit to Korriban.

Drawing close to the small gathering, Lidah took her place at Paxis's right, inclining her head to him in a wordless gesture of respect. Her stance was easy, ready to take action if the situation called for it but not overtly threatening.

[\J|K/]

And so this was it, a summoning of the storms. Iniquitous had promised this day to Renata and himself. A day where they would be called to his side and take the next step to galactic freedom. In their time apart Veratos had become acquainted with the raw power of the Dark Side. His body could now withstand the icy flame the Dark Lord had ignited. The Dark Knight had, as the others, felt the summons of Paxis. This was a new figure to Veratos but his power could not be denied. That man was entitled to the esteem of master and Veratos would follow his command.

At the time of the call, Veratos found himself half across the Galaxy. It would take time for the lord to make the journey but that was a toll the Masters would have to bear. He and Renata had been tasked to the edges of known Space tracking down potential followers of Iniquitous and the Sith. Veratos did not mind long space ventures, in fact he looked forward to them. The lonesome of space was a beauty unrivaled in his mind. It was hard thinking of the destruction that would surely follow this meeting of the Sith. They would unleash a fury on the Galaxy that would purge it of all weaknesses.

As Veratos neared Korriban a smile crept across his face. It was ironic. The last time he ventured to this Sith apex he was a slave to the Jedi. He was commissioned with disrupting dark side cults that lusted after the power of the Sith. He brought such a blind righteous fury to the cult leaders, few survived. Without leadership the clans turned on one another and he was able to report extermination to the Jedi Council. This trip, however, promised a different outcome.

His ship touched down on the rocky surface and Veratos emerged from the boarding ramp of his shuttle. Immediately his throat was clogged with the dust and heat of the Korriban desert. Silently he pushed forward. There was a huge gathering of Dark Side power near his landing cite. He was sure that would be Iniquitous and this new master that had called for them. He was anxious to meet the new Sith Lord. Such power demanded respect and the being he sensed as Paxis commanded much power. Even as he tried to keep his mind on the masters images of Renata flooded his mind. She was a venom to his mind. Impossible to ignore or forget. If Iniquitous was here so too would she. Before entering the meeting chamber he allowed the Force to cloud his conscience. He summoned a wave of rage to distort the thoughts of Renata.

Veratos took notice of the others in the room but he would not acknowledge them until he was at his master's side. He swiftly crossed the room and bowed deeply before Iniquitous . "My Lord, it is good to finally be back at your side." He would not rise and face the others until greeted by Iniquitous. His actions would set the tone of the meeting for Veratos. The others in the room were strong indeed but his alliance was first at the feet of Iniquitous. Until his master set any other precedent that is where it would stay.

[Ardenator]

(Sorry it took so long to post. Had a power outage last night, so I lost my beautiful post for this topic. You're going to have to settle for my much less eloquent first draft, sorry.)

Paxis continued to wait, allowing himself to be swept up by the current of the Force. It took him this way and that, from the dark eddies of Korriban to the white pools of light near the Jedi Temple. He felt the past, present, and future unfold all at once; the effect was dizzying.

Finally he reigned in his consciousness, focusing on the here and now as Iniquitous sat at his side. He felt the power of the man, and began dipping into the various futures that seemed to branch off from this moment. He saw victory, and defeat. He watched the Galaxy succumb to their assault and beat them back all at the same time. He focused on victory; on what they did from now to reach their ultimate goal. Much like his vision, he again saw a strong, unified front, led by both the Sith.

Paxis was confident in what the two had decided for the Order. What he was not confident in, however, was their apprentice's ability to conform to it.

Iniquitous' female apprentice, Renata, arrived first. Then Ramseye, then Lidah, and finally, Veratos. They were all here. Taking a deep breath, and letting it out in a slight coughing fit, Paxis rose to his feet.

"Ramseye, you stand forgiven, rise. Lidah." He acknowledged them both. He then turned to the other apprentices. "I am Darth Paxis, Dark Lord of the Sith and co-leader of the New Order, alongside your own master. We've called you here today for a reason: we have united, and have remade the Sith Order. Together, we will lead the Sith Empire to victory over the Republic and its Jedi."

He turned to Iniquitous. "Please, feel free to interject whenever you have something to add." Turning back to the assembled apprentices, he continued. "The Order is now one, with Iniquitous and myself at the lead. We have reformed our teachings, in order to insure victory. We are still Sith, we still utilize our emotions and feelings through the Force to draw our power, but we are no longer allowed to behave like wild animals."

"You see, time and time again, and Sith have risen to strike at the Galaxy. Time and time again, they have failed. Miserably. This is not because we were outmatched, but because our Order was too consumed by greed and guile to be effective. Apprentices were encouraged to be greedy and power-hungry, to betray their fellow learners and eventually their masters. They were unbridled, undisciplined, and had no love nor loyalty for one another. Those times are over."

"The Order is now One. We are a family, a group of fathers, brothers, and sisters. We control our emotions, they do not control us. We are not greedy, we are not overly ambitious, and we are not traitors to our own brethren. You are now part of a family. Each man and woman beside you is of your very own blood. We are all on the same path, attempting to do the same great things. These are the only people in the Galaxy who understand you, who feel the same way you do. What sense does it make to push them out, to try and destroy them? It is utterly foolish, and self-destructive."

Paxis sighed. "Our Order will be strong, unified, and disciplined. These qualities will lead us to final victory. After our little conversation, we will have a group training/meditation session, before the Dark Jedi join us."

He looked to Iniquitous. "Anything else you would like to add on that note? And if you'd like, you can tell them about our current plans."

[Meira]

Renata remained as she was as others filed in. She knew none of them, but would be lying if she said she wasn't curious. But patience was needed, for she would surely soon find out who they were. The one sitting next to Iniquitous was obviously the master of these others. If their gestures toward him were not enough to confirm this thought, his aura of power was. Whoever he was, she wondered why he and his followers were here.

And then she felt him. Veratos had arrived. His presence reminded her of the emptiness he left when he was not near. She too had to consciously quell the feelings he had enticed. They had agreed to hide their feelings, of only for now. And so when Veratos came forward to greet their Master, Renata's eyes lingered on him only long enough to give a nod, acknowledging him in greeting.

Then the other Master spoke, introducing himself as Darth Paxis. He held the whole company in silence as he spoke, detailing how their New Order would be stronger than the old, of how the Sith would be more powerful through their combined efforts. There would be no betrayal in this family. At the thought of the word, her thoughts could not help but reach out to Veratos. One family, of the same blood. One heart.

But her thoughts returned to Darth Paxis as he finished his speech and she couldn't help but wonder if, in the short time she had come into his presence, that he had learned her deepest fears. Her eyes moved from his to Iniquitous. Both of these men assured that the Sith order would be powerful, and that they all would control this power and not let it control them. She felt as if her fight against her own greed would be much easier now, knowing that they would all strive together. Her eyes turned towards Veratos, hoping to catch his gaze in her own.

I am with you, my Lords. She said, her eyes still on Veratos. Forever loyal.

[Necro Stormborn]

Ramseye nodded and rose to his feet. the pressure he could feel as his masteres eyes lingered on his, and then passed to the others. He was excited, and extremley anxious, he was being used. To many this would seem disgusting, oppressive, and insulting, but to Ramseye Novok, this was the simplest pleasure he could achieve. His whole existence up to this point amounted to two things; protect his sister Veera, and serve Kenneth Mori, currently Darth Paxis as best he could. If he could not serve Paxis with his life, he would let it end.

Ramseye was a tool, a tool for the master to accomplish his bidding. And Ramseye would not letting anything come between him and the Master's ambition. He would strike down with such great force any who thought to contradict the greatness that Paxis wanted to immerse the galaxy in. However, now he had an additional purpose. It came to him as his master spoke.

His master and the one next to him.. the one named Iniquitous, Ramseye would have relished vanquishing his life for the master. However, the master made it clear he was an ally. Furthermore, his apprentices were now going to be like Ramseye's brothers and sisters. With a deep sigh and exhale, a moment of weakness where Ramseye expressed his Quasi-resentment towards the new plan, Ramseye made himself understand he need for this. If it was said, so it shall be done.

A bead of sweat pricked his brow and traveled down to his chin, before dripping towards the ground, falling onto his black leather boots. He was still nervous. He focused on the words of his master, then looked his new master in the eyes. He attempted get afeel for this new man.. he was younger then ramseye, but his presence whipped at him like dark tendrils in the force lashing out at anyone close enough to incurr their wrath.

This man, Darth Iniquitous would have to do.. he was strong in he force, and the air about him clearly struck the note of "wise". finally Ramseye grasped the ancient sith saber on his belt, the dual saber of Exar Kun, and brought it to his chest as if it was some kind of oath and salute. "As you wish, My masters. Instruct me how you want this done, I shall make it happen. I am your tool, craft with me what you wish." after he said this he continued to stare into the eyes of Iniquitous... though, it seemed they gave off nothing. Is he blind..

[Jenno]

Iniquitous got to his feet as Paxis began his speech; he looked among the gathered apprentices with a peculiar interest. These two new apprentices were strong and, like his own, unique. With each breath he could grasp a sense of them through the Force, the both radiated with the Dark Side. He had little knowledge on how much Paxis had taught them already, it was most likely more than he had taught his own apprentices, but no doubt they had spent a great deal of time on their journey meditating greatly upon what they had learned, and picked it apart like a scientist dissecting a small animal.

Once the Sith Lord had finished informing their apprentices about the plans they had for the Order Iniquitous let a stale silence filter into the air. One of Paxis’ apprentices, Ramseye, seemed to have taken an interest in him. The leaner was focusing upon Iniquitous’ eyes. Only then did he remember that he had not bothered to act as if they were functional, the only point it served was to act as a guise to those he wished to deceive. But here, now, they served no purpose.

“Yes, my eyes no longer function” he said suddenly. His voice was deep and resounding, a tone which could shake even stone. He slid down his hood and unmasked his face. His hair was black short around the back and sides, a little long and unkempt on top. His nose bore the bulge that revealed it had been broken a long time ago whilst his jaw was square and solid. Even with their lack of function his eyes were intact, a shining green which were dulled now with the absence of life. At times he would rekindle their flame, but rarely could he be bothered to do so. He was young and healthy, his skin perhaps a little pale, he was a fairly attractive man. There were women who might fall for those looks, but he didn’t stand out in a crowd because of them. “However,” he continued, “I am not blind per se. I see through the Force and it allows me to see more than any sentient eye could ever dream of taking in.”

His hands slipped into the opposing sleeves as they came to rest. “Now, our plans to secure the Empire. In order to wage war against the Republic we need men and resources, things which, at this moment in time, we do not possess. The Sith Empire is the answer to our plans. The Empire is run by squabbling uncoordinated aristocrats whilst their military is run almost independently by Admirals and Generals. The aristocrats take almost as long as the Senate to decide upon anything and their war machine is hampered because of it. Darth Paxis has spoken to a number of powerful figureheads in the military and it seems that if the aristocrats were to be… removed, they would lose little sleep over it.”

“The removal of these bickering fools will be up to us. My apprentices Renata and Veratos have gathered a number of Dark Jedi who will serve as our blades, to ensure that things are taken care of quickly, giving them little time to prepare. Not only this, but we will also make a few moves against the Senate. Certain members will be targeted and even the Supreme Chancellor shall feel our sting. Very soon now we shall call these future members of our Order to us and assign them their targets, no doubt they seek the power that you and I possess.” He gestured around at all of them. “Once we have taken care of those, the military should fall into place pretty quickly and open war shall be upon us. However, for a little while we shall stay our blades. Our Order is young and few in number. I have already begun plans to build a new Sith Temple, upon this very world. Our doors will be open to all and I feel our numbers will grow quickly.”

“But before we call the Dark Jedi to this world, we shall train together, the six of us. Discover our strengths and our weakness so we might learn to build upon them to face the trials that are to come.”

Turning to face Paxis, Iniquitous smiled a little, his first real show of emotion since the six had gathered. “Now, Darth Paxis, I believe you wanted to complete the transaction of your apprentices into the Order?” Iniquitous had only known Ramseye and Lidah for a few brief and fleeting moments, but soon they would be reborn, superior in their being.

[Jenno]

(OOC: For the sake of progress I’m going to just rp Paxis a little bit at the beginning and then have Iniquitous hand out the titles.)

In response to Iniquitous’s question Paxis, who had remained silent throughout the speech his fellow Sith had given, nodded and made his advance. However, on his way towards his apprentices he stopped and looked between them, gazing into their eyes silently for a few brief moments before turning to Iniquitous. “Perhaps it would help lessen the anxiety if you were to pass on their titles.” He suggested calmly.

Momentarily taken aback by this Iniquitous had reason to pause for thought. It was a good suggestion and would allow them to connect further as things were still a bit uncertain as they were. He bowed his head in acceptance and as he approached the apprentices, Paxis meanwhile withdrew to the position he had occupied previously. Iniquitous came to stop little more than a few feet from both Lidah and Ramseye, he could feel their flare in the Force and was intrigued by the presence of both. He raised his hands and beckoned for both of them to approach. Eventually they did so and they stood before him, he set his hands against their cheeks. His palms were warm, dry and worn; many unyielding years upon the smugglers moon had removed the pampered feel from his hands. He had regained some of that softness for a time, but once again that was beginning to fade, now that he was alone.

With the contact with their flesh Iniquitous was ready to start. His pulse slowed, his breath was deep and long and as he slipped into the Force he whispered to the pair “breath with me”. The Force raced through them and through him as the Sith Lord stood before them he could feel their hearts beat with his, their feelings swimming around within their bodies. He could see glimmers of who they were, their strengths, their weaknesses the things which defined their character. They would gain some insight of their own, of Iniquitous’ determination of his willingness to do anything to see the Empire controlling the galaxy.

It was not as deep as his insight into the minds of his own apprentices but then again they had been granted more time with which to share their thoughts. But here and now that was as far as they would be able to go. With a sharp inhale Iniquitous withdrew his hands, severing their connection. He looked from Ramseye to Lidah with careful consideration. This was always the longest part of making a connection with other people, processing the thoughts, making sure he didn’t get them confused with one another, to see Lidah in the memories of Ramseye or vice versa.

Finally after a great deal of mental focus he was able to look through the memories from their encounter a few minutes earlier. He moved to his right and stood before Ramseye, the man was taller than himself and built far stronger. However, Iniquitous didn’t cower before the apprentice like he knew many had done before; he wondered if perhaps one day he would though, there was certainly enough ambition in Ramseye to rival himself. “Ramseye Novok, from this day forth you will be known as Eurachis, Dark Lord of the Sith.”

He moved to Lidah and turned to face her. Just how much could she really be trusted, she had been a Jedi, similar to his own apprentices true, but she was difficult to read. Both of these apprentices would require him to get to know them, if only to try and trust them to even the smallest degree. “Lidah Fainae, you are now to be called Novus, Dark Lady of the Sith.” Taking a step back he was able to address both of them. “These names, they are yours, they have always been yours, you have no other names. Remember this day, for this day is your official acceptance into the new Sith Order.” Iniquitous bowed his head to both before removing himself to Paxis’ side. “Now, unless there are further questions, it is time to begin training, very soon we shall gather many before us and they must crave what we have. And we must be able to prevent any from taking it.”