Open Serenno Serenno's Secret

[Alyse Ti'Varnus]

OPEN to Sith Eternal Cultists Only - Intention is to give an opportunity for some wider mixing within the Faction​

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Nestled within the capital city of Carannia, Serenno stood a towering structure that sat upon a site that over the many millennia had served countless purposes and functions. From an abandoned slum, to a hotel with dark hidden secrets, through to various offices, shopping plazas and now more currently following in the wake of the site's restoration following the clone wars, sat a large cavernous convention centre. The convention centre was teeming with activity both inside and out, countless citizens adorned with formal attire, their features obscured by elaborate masks; some baring outlandish and ghoulish effigies, some decorated like clownish harlequins, others were simple and understated.

As what had become an annual tradition, the convention centre played host to a Charity gala, where all walks of Serenno's life could mix with one and another to partake in the festivities, unknowingly rubbing shoulders with the political and corporate elite, right down to the humblest of civil servant or menial worker who could afford to make the charitable donation in order to attend. The Gala had taken place every year for countless centuries, the original meaning and purpose of which had long since been lost to the ages - even though it was held on the same exact day year in and out.

Yet to a select few that had gathered within the gala, the history and significance of the date that the gala was held was known. This day marked the anniversary of the day that the ancient throne world of Serenno was the site of founding of the First Sith Empire putting an end to the warring dark Jedi Exiles and uniting them under one name, the declaration of the Code of the Sith that would form the foundations of the countless incarnations of Sith Order for the millennia to come to this present day. Whilst the events that took place on that day may well have been lost to the ages or even the deepest darkest remnants of the Obroa-skai, the significance of the date had not been lost among the various dark side cults that had supported the Sith empire to come from afar and within the shadows.

For those cultists among the Sith Eternal, the gala had become something of an annual pilgrimage. Many of the ranks would travel to the ancient Sith throne world to pay a silent homage to the Founder of the Sith, remaining faceless amongst the crowds. Only known to each other either by recognition of their counterpart's presence or the subtle mention of the ancient tenants derived from the first Sith code.

Moving amongst the swirling crowd, was of the many cultists that lurked in the shadows of Galactic society. It was the first time that Alyse had been in attendance, often it was the reserve for the higher members of the Cult's temple on Bakura to attend. Although over the years there had been a spell where the members had been notably absent, the temple had been lead astray by the Gotal - known as Locura, who had self appointed himself as the Prophet of the new Sith empire, and his followers had blindly followed the Force wielding rouge cultist. That was up until the blonde haired Guardian, had returned to the temple following a direct attempt on her life, an action that resulted in the false prophet and his blind followers being consumed by Alyse's fiery wrath.

Even though it was the blonde sith cultist's first time within the gala, she felt at ease and at home with her surroundings. Dressed in a simple yet elegant golden toned frock, and simple eye mask, Alyse continued her silent waltz with a tall blue skinned Pantoran male, her chestnut hued eyes, periodically shifting over to meet that of her portly dance partner as a feigned light smile crossed on her features before the young guardian's attention shifted to the swirling throng of dancers, all waiting for their musical cue to change partners. From amongst the ever moving crowd she could vaguely recognise some of her counterparts, but she could sense within the cavernous hall, there were more who had gathered within the clandestine celebration taking place hidden behind the gilded masks that defined the gala.

 

[Roman Antilles]

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Roman had hidden in the shadows for years, returning back to Serenno after clearly more than one decade. Times had changed in the galaxy and it was the moment for the Sith Eternals to seize their destiny as well as unite together in the final meaning of the Force. Its surreal, decaying nature as it flowed through the Legionnaire; his elegantly dressed form had abandoned the armor on this night but instead appearing in a black tuxedo with white mask covering only half his face. He was an intricately gathered individual, the mane of brown hair previously rustled was now arranged carefully in a gelled combed pattern.

Moving through the crowds, he grabbed a glass of red wine from the bartop before eyes scanned through the room before glancing on his companion Percius @ByakuyaXVTogami who had managed to arrive shortly after he. Nodding in salutations, Roman shifted his attention upon the blonde haired one. Tilting his head to the side in admiration, he wondered why she looked so familiar. Black laced shoes carried him over to where she was engaged in a silent Waltz, before his right hand slowly rested on the chest of the Pantoran male to halt their movements. His other extended towards Alyse, "May I have this dance?"

@Topher

 

[Percius Anzag]

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Percius would hear of the occasion quicker than most and would head for it quicker than most as well.The party wasn’t that far from his familial estate given it was on Serenno and his house was close to the capital. He hadn’t been to a party in quite a while, especially while hiding in the darkness while training to be a Sith Eternal. The Legionnaire was dressed in a suit jacket and a tuxedo shirt of a dark purple hue. He would have a handkerchief folded up on his front breast pocket. His mask would cover half of his face as well, with similar markings to his Sith mask.

He arrived as one of the first guests, making his entrance more silently as he arrived and then obtained a glass of wine. Sipping it, he caught sight of Roman as they looked at eachother. This man looked certainly familiar, with the same general appearance of the man he broke out of a dathomirian prison. Percius would approach the pair with curiosity.

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[Trinity]

The pomp, circumstance and pure display of abundance was not something that Trinity was well acquainted with. Despite being raised amongst the higher-class citizens of Naboo, her father never permitted her to attend such functions due to her... Rather brutish nature. It was true, Trinity cared not for such delights, nor did she care about anything for that matter however tonight she was willing to play the part, at least on behalf of Alyse who had persuaded Trinity to attend. Everything from the clothing, make-up and even invitation was provided by the blonde guardian and although at first she harshly declined, her orders were to remain with the woman until further notice, in other words she had no choice.

The raven-haired assassin had stationed herself more towards the corner of the room, attempting to avoid social contact to the best of her ability. She knew what these 'wealthy' types were like. Most of them were older men, dressed up like some colourful bird, flaunting their inane wealth. Little do the rest know that that same man is probably drowning in some debt to some hutt or another. Or perhaps they do and so the gossip continues. Trinity rolled her eyes. A few of these fancily dressed men had approached her, some asking for a dance, others offering her a drink to which she would politely decline. The kindest of actions are always supplemented with the worst expectations, she reasoned.

Trinity's eyes caught the golden dress of her companion, she remembered how enthusiastic Alyse was about the whole affair, describing the types of people attending, the potential of meeting some high ranking Sith Cultists. It didn't interest Trinity nearly as much. Clearly alyse was bred to fit this mold. The way she held her composure, the way she spoke, her dancing capabilities. At least she does something other than read, Trinity commented internally.

 

[Kedum Ran]

Standing at the entrance to the gala, Kedum Ran felt...out of place. This was his first time visiting Serenno and he could not help but notice he was one of the few non-humans present. On this evening, his robes were replaced by a tuxedo that surprisingly fit him well and a mask in the shape of a loth-wolf's snout covered his face. His clan had told him tales of this gathering and the ancient meaning behind it. Ironically, this was the first time he had been out and about in the galaxy since he slaughtered them all, driven on by an unnamed voice in his head he could only assume was a fellow Sith Eternal. The memory of that day was enough to almost make him drool with excitement, before he quickly suppressed the memory. He could not let risking...it...out. Not tonight. While under normal circumstances, Kedum could control what he called The Other, if too excited or threatened, his less cheerful personality could take over.

Taking a deep breath, Kedum strode into the gala, attempting to look like he knew what he was doing. Before long, and after a few drinks, he was able to warm up slightly to his surroundings. Kedum moved between groups of people, engaging in short conversations to get a read on the beings present. He knew there would be other Sith Eternals here and he had to find them. After all, who else would be able to help him identify the voice directing his clan's slaughter, or better yet, who could direct his blade and unleash The Other.

After countless petty conversations that mostly found Kedum deflecting his origins and attempting to seem like a normal Bith, he found himself drawn to the golden woman and her companions. These must be them, oh I hope I do not disturb their revelry. Is it best to just wait? Yes...yes I'll just wait. Do not speak unless spoken to, it is only polite. His large bulbous eyes betrayed his internal thoughts as he simply watched them move, drink in hand on the outskirts of the dance floor.

 

[Zylah Nightblade]

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Zylah still pondered what this night would entail as she stepped out of her taxi. The speed had shepherded the young woman across the city from the starport where her ship currently sat docked. Black stiletto heels clicked softly on marbled tile as she made her way into the lobby of the towering structure that hosted the gala. Her masters had told her it would be grand, she was unaware how much though. She had traveled far to reach Serenno, an ancient world of the Sith who's dark past was forgotten by all but the truly knowledgeable. It was a planet of secrets, destiny, and the Dark Side.

For someone born in the the Coruscant Undercity, and raised in the cold walls of a Sith Temple... such an opulent gathering was something out of a fantasy. A dream made real, wealth and grandeur flaunted like the elaborate outfits worn by the many guests. Zylah herself was dressed in her finished, her attire consisting of a long black, sleeveless dress with matching velvet gloves that reached to her elbow. As was customary, she had a jeweled mask covering her eyes and nose. Though in truth she could have preferred go without it.

The woman's long mane of silver hair was tied up in an elaborate braided ponytail that hung down to the small of her back. Interwoven with violet and black ribbons akin to the coloration of her assassin's armor. The closest she dared wear to any Sith insignia. While Zylah was well versed in the leaders of the Sith Eternal, having heard countless stories of their great champions and their enigmatic leader's mighty deeds... she knew little of her legionnaire compatriots.

The ranks of the cult's assassins were secretive enough as is, and she rarely had time to commingle with members of the other sects of the Legion. This would be the best opportunity she'd had in weeks to actual meet some of her fellow Eternals. Zylah made her way towards the nearest server, taking a wine glass from his platter and swirling the crimson colored liquor in her hand as she walked. She could sense the Dark Side of the Force here. It hung like a miasma in the air, what with so many Dark Siders in close proximity.

Zylah wondered to herself how many were among the Sith Eternal, how many from other, lesser cults and sects, and how many were ignorant and had simply walked into a viper's den. The thought of it made her crack a slight smile, being so ignorant to the darkness all around you. It reminded her of her marks, in their last waning moments before they met her blade. Taking a deep sip from her wine, she worked up the courage to head deeper into the crowds. "I suppose it's time to meet and greet..." The assassin told herself, and somehow that flustered her more than taking a dozen lives.

 

[Alyse Ti'Varnus]

A curious eyebrow arched up, obscured by the ornate eye mask that adorned the blonde cultists features - watching as a tall dark haired figure stepped in and interrupted the dance, the masked stranger's hand pressing against the chest of the Pantoran male, forcing him to take a few steps back whilst a hand was offered towards her inquiring if she would dance with the new arrival. A slight smile curled at the edge of her lips, as she simply nodded in response to the offer - her hand raising upwards and was gently placed upon the masked man's offered hand.

Slowly as the music resumed, the blonde haired cultist moved in time with the orchestral music. Her chestnut hued eyes slowly panning over her latest dance partner, taking in at first the formal attire that he was wearing, a black tuxedo, and a simple plain white mask, before seeing the outcroppings of a trimmed beard and the greasy sheen of long hair combed back with a holding gel. Part of her wondered whether that like so many that had gathered within the Gala, that her current dance partner was not of the pampered elite circles that made up the bulk of those in attendance, his stance and even the somewhat coarse and weathered texture of the man's epidermis under her alabaster hued skin give reason for the Guardian to conclude that they were of two opposing walks of life.

As Alyse took a step away from the figure, her arm stretching out so to retain contact with the offered hand. Her free arm sweeping downwards as the followed the cue in the music for her to turn away from the figure and sweep her opposing side low towards the floor in a wide arc. The guardian's eyes took in the sight of a few other arrivals that had emerged from the crowd and were standing around the periphery of the dance floor, another suited human baring a mask that bore some striking and familiar markings upon it. A Bith had also appeared within the blonde's sight, baring an animalistic mask of a wolfen type creature that was not well known to her.

Another who approached, emerging from the crowds was a silver haired female adorned like herself in an elegant flowing dress - complimented by a jewelled mask, that seemed to reflect the flickering candle light that illuminated the baroque themed venue. As more of these figures emerged from the crowd, the lingering air became rich with a palatable air of the Force in its natural state, rich with the purest of life's emotions and desires. Whilst some would see it as being the Darkside, the root of evil, Alyse saw it as the embodiment of free will. Yet despite the obscured faces that were emerging from throng of attendees, there was someone absent from the immediate crowd, the dark haired Legionaire that accompanied her to the Gala, admittedly much at Alyse's own insistence, she could sense that she was close by however.