Open Event The First Steps

[The Eternal]

Open to members of the Sith Eternal only
Sith Eternal Base
World of the Eternal Legions
Unknown Region​

The Eternal peered down on its many loyal followers with a twisted sense of delight. So many had answered the call of the dark side, and the power within this room was delicious to its senses. Deep in the Unknown Region the Eternal had found the home of the Eternal Legions, and from that world had sprung its followers. An army of darkness prepared to follow its every command. This was the world on which they now stood hidden away from the rest of the galaxy.

Every member of the Sith Eternal had received the call. All were invited to return home and mark the beginning of a new age in the galaxy. It was only recently that the Guardians and Legionnaires had begun to sink their talons into the worlds of the known galaxy, but they lacked unity and direction. Now was the time to rectify that.

The Eternal stood on a balcony above the night's events. It had stood silent and unmoving for the better part of an hour, the only betrayal that it was in fact the Eternal was the way the Force moved like a void around it. It sucked in all light, all power, and left nothing but inky black in its wake. It was unmistakable that this being held an immense and terrifying power.

From behind the mask - a replica of the Mask of old - its eyes scanned over the many who had gathered. It wasn't often that so many members of the Sith Eternal gathered in one place. The secrecy of the Sith Eternal was paramount lest they draw the ire of those who still remembered the Sith Lords of old. The plebeians of the galaxy in their narrow-mindedness wouldn't understand the difference between the Sith Eternal and the Sith Empire. Their ignorance was a shame to them.

Because everyone had gathered together, this was not an event to be rushed. The Eternal's followers on the main floor below found interest in a variety of different activities. Some opted for simple conversation and debate, while others tested one another in the fighting pits, and others still settled for food and drink. Eventually, they would all be privy to the reason they were gathered here tonight. They would learn the next step in the evolution of their Order.

 

[Zarine Bashere]

Zarine looked up with a combination of expectation and curiosity. Everyone knew they followed the Eternal, but few had ever really seen him, much less been in his immediate vicinity. And while she aimed to do enough to earn the honor of fixing the latter some day, on this day the former was changing. The call had been sent out, and after making sure business on Serenno was taken care off, she had arranged for transportation from Serenno. She wasn't the richest, or the most powerful, of the Eternal's followers, and with much of the funds available to her tied up in various operations, it had taken a few favors to arrange the flight that had brought her here. She really hoped she hadn't wasted all that on something trivial, and the curiosity about that purpose was driving her crazy.

"Come on," she murmured to herself as others began gathering all around, eager for things to begin, "stop dawdling about already."

She glanced around at those already present, trying to spot known faces, this too was information. Not only who was here, but who wasn't. Even late arrivals would be giving away much about themselves. And once the Eternal began speaking, which she assumed he would, the reactions of those present would also tell her much. One way or another, today was going to be a treasure trove of information for her to gather. Maybe the journey would not be a waste, regardless of what happened next.

 

[Orion Shattou]

Orion Shattou would be standing in the more front of the row among the crowd. The blindfolded Miraluka would have his usual creepy smile spread across his lips as he could feel the aura and strength of the dark side of the force to be astonishing in its numbers. The great Eternal would be posed up looking over the entire crowd as the silver haired Sith with his white and black robes would stand there watching the spectacle unfold. His body was at ease and seemed pleased to have such devoted followers. Watching as the crowd cheered and gathered around to debate, spar and discuss future plans among themselves. The Eternal would be still as a statue and just observing as the eerie feeling of his presence gave Orion a sort of admiration to his own silence and stillness.

Letting his hands within his robe reach inside and withdraw a cigarra in a small metal case he would set it to his lips and light it. The cigarra hanging off the end of his smirking like face on the corner of his lips. Letting a strong inhale of the smoke and exhaling it as the mind of the Miraluka wondered of the plans ahead. It seemed the Sith were all over in to how to move ahead and gain ground. Arguments, debates and jousting of who was stronger lingered through the crowds as small groups and big groups formed. Sharing technique and perspective. For once it seemed the group of ruthless, marauders could find common ground and purpose in some sort of plan. Seemingly to be one of the few Miraluka around but feeling the races and species of those from all over present as Orion found himself in a group of Sith debating on plans of action.

"Violence! We need to send a message!" Was heard as others cheered in the group in a agreement while others shouted in denial. "We need to plan our strikes!" cried another as Orion sat in silence with his blindfold tight across his face and his cigarra burning at the corner of his lips. Taking in the opinions and debates of his fellow peers and trying to put it all in a better perspective in his mind instead of letting the blab of pointless views even exist in his mind. His silver hair would trickle across his face as he stood among the group and just listened for now.

 

[Korsak Wulpez]

Korsak had yet to adjust to the gnarled, scarified stump where his right arm had once sat, nor the crushing tale of failure and pain that surrounded the wound. Ambushed by creatures of unknown origin on Mustafar, he'd been dismembered then cast into a shrieking abyss, only to wake up on the scorching stone of the planet's surface hours later, surrounded by dismembered comrades and enemies alike. Well, all except for Edwast, who had somehow escaped the grisly fate that had befallen the rest of them. Resentment and outrage had almost caused the Amaran to rip the human's throat out right then and there, only severe bloodloss prevented him from exacting his revenge. Perhaps it was lucky that he did not have the strength to maul Edwast, as he had been the one to help the two wounded Eternals escape from Mustafar with what was left of their lives.

Since then he had been, for lack of a more accurate term, 'treated' for his physical injuries. He refused any form of cybernetics or mechanical prosthetics, however, as he did not trust the former and hated the very concept of being forced to use the latter. But while his body had slowly but surely adjusted to his current state, his mind had undergone a gruesome metamorphosis. Korsak had never fully accepted the darkness as the other Eternals did, as the core of negativity in his heart was more resentment and bitterness than any true rage. Having a limb ripped off and being subjected to hours of mental anguish corrected that problem very quickly.

Now Korsak stood, gaunt, pale, and crippled, yet somehow stronger for the experience. His body was practically permeated with the coldest, most focused rage one could imagine. He could see now he had been to lax in his quest for knowledge and power, allowing himself to be drawn into an event far beyond his meager capabilities. He needed more, more knowledge, more hatred, more power. And so he came to this gathering of the darkness to receive just that, a vision of how to acquire what he sought.

He moved among the crowds, keeping low and quiet as he stalked through the ranks of deranged cultists, rambling pseudo-intellectuals, and petulant saber-swingers. He had not come for them, he had come to finally see what the enigmatic leader of their order had planned for them. And whether it was worth risking more of his limbs over.

 

[Magnum Waszylla]

Magnum kicked in the door, the lighting in the room really making his floral red shirt and khaki shorts really pop. "It ain't a party until the keg gets tapped!" Under one arm was a fairly large-sized keg of his favorite Corellian beer, a gift to his fellow members of the Sith Eternal. Taking a few steps in, he dropped the keg and took out the tools to tap it, looking around for any takers. "Any of you guys think you have what it takes to throw down and party? Come on, let's live a little, isn't cutting loose what we're all about? He grinned, one of the lights flaring for a bit to give his teeth a surprise glint, the human always lucky that such things happened so often around him.

In truth, he was excited to meet others of the group he'd followed his heart to join, though quite a few of them so far seemed...well, downright depressing. Such dark color schemes, such dour moods, hell, even the furry one seemed to have something shoved up his rear if his expression said anything. Where was the sense of adventure? It was like they were all focusing on all the negative emotions or experiences they'd gone through. That was his opinion, anyway, and he could be WAY off base. For now, though, he was there to stir up some fun if possible. His whole thing was indulgence and following his heart, after all, so why not indulge in some revelry?

 

[Ventrik Storm]

Ventrik had been keeping to himself for most of the party until that point, he had not seen anyone of interest around him, nor anyone that he recognised from previous missions. Several times he felt himself looking above at the balcony, observing this "Eternal", he did not observe the body so much as the pure darkness that was its power. Ventrik had never felt anything like it before, he knew that this being was considerable.

Looking back down below, he noticed as the door was kicked in by an overeager partygoer with a keg in hand. Ventrik couldn't help but chuckle as he looked the newcomer up and down, noting his unusually exuberant outfit. The newcomer stood out like a sore thumb among the boring monotone colours within the room, Ventrik himself was guilty of this, wearing his dark robes that hid his lightsaber within.

Deciding that it was about time to let his hair down and have some fun, Ventrik slowly moved over towards the loud individual, he spotted Zarine on his way there, who he gave a polite nod to as he collected a large stein on his way. "I guess no one else is interested in having a drink at the moment, I'll make up for that then if you'd like to pour me a serve!" Ventrik raised his empty stein towards the newcomer.

@Insalius @Wit

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[Rowa]

Rowa kept in the middle, his helmet sealed and his eyes closed while he meditated. He allowed the darkness to move around him, through him. He let his eyes open, observing his fellow legionnaires, guardians...his betters. He turned his gaze up towards the Eternal, taking a deep breath before lowering his head.

I shall be this one’s weapon he thought, whatever task, whatever obstacle, whatever enemy, I will overcome and vanquish all who stands against our sacred duty to carry out not only our master’s will, but the Force’s natural cycle. This is my purpose as it should be he contemplated, moving to a corner and taking a seat. Rowa drew a deep breath once again as he returned his gaze to the Eternal, waiting for their master’s command...

 

[Magos Otahn]

Magos glanced back down at his datapad. A faint blue glow shone back onto his ashen features from its cheap harsh screen. It really did clash with the red and black of the dim gathering, The thing had a Chandrillan Abacus program pulled up, the blue shine brought t oyou bye its developer, 'The Mon Mothma Institute for Intangible Cultural Heritage'. The description of the program phrased his sacred science was some dead folk tradition, not the voice of Brother Force. He slid a digital bead across the hundreds bar, his count of the group assembled had passed another mark with the brash arrival of the drunk he had met what seemed like weeks ago on Yavin IV. Strange fellow, but so was he. maybe he'd even try the nerf urine he brought with him.

Magos shook his head slightly and realized how fitting his faint cyan halo was. He flicked the screen off, both losing count and becoming uncomfortable with its sudden symbolism. He was a heretic in waiting, dangerously tempted by the light. That woman, that Jedi woman, Ember was her name, had shattered his view of their lost brothers. He had even agreed to meet the human on Ajan Kloss to continue their discourse. He knew that the Eternal did not inherently seek the end of the Jedi as the Sith before them, may they rest in hateful oblivion, but he knew that his temptation showed weakness and must be kept to himself. Then again his worship of the Old Lords was a flat out heresy, so he might as well thrown himself onto some Legionnaire's blade for it. He chuckled weakly, only finding the dark humor half as amusing as it should be.

Regardless of my personal stances , I am a member of this noble brotherhood, and this is my first audience with the Eternal, despite my age. I should be excited, maybe whatever his grand plan is will straighten me out! His mood slightly bolstered, Magos glanced around for more familiar faces. His eyes fell on a familiar vulpine figure.

"Korsak!" He limped over, now relying on a worshyr wood cane since his time on Mustafar. The loth-cat was out of the bag with his wound, but at least he could still drop the act when the poodoo hit the power converter in a duel. His friend had accompanied him to Fortress Vader, but the had been separated. He knew Wulpez had escaped, but nothing more. Crossing the crowd at a loping limp Magos bowed respctfully before the Guardian, not noticing his maimed arm, "Good to see you, brother! Brother Force was good to us, that we escaped that hell hole. We are truly higher than the detritus we hunt, I'd like to see a Pyke escape a cursed village! Blew out my old foot and nearly had a brain stroke, but," He tapped the finely lacquered staff on the ground, "I got a bit more of the mysterious sage look down now, good help with my persona. Where have you ..." He trailed off, suddenly immersed in a darkness he had not known from the man on their other meetings. He wondered if the Amaran could similarly feel his temptation to the light. He focused his mind on Mustafar to quench those feelings.

That was when he noticed the lost limb. He took a step back, "Korsak, I did not notice, forgive my ... imprudence." He shuttered, at he saw he had made it out of the Fortress much lighter than his ally. How had it happened? The Jedi? The spirits? Another cruel trap? He stepped back to wait for a response, hoping he hadn't destroyed one of his only close allies in the Eternal, or at least he thought of the Amaran that way, but they were on separate trajectories now, he tempted by the light, Korsak falling deeper into darkness. He mind wandered back to that sunny day on Naboo. After their meeting in the cafe, Magos had read the value of Korsak's name. 52, it was a portent of suffering and power. Most read the powerful two as being achieved despite the cruel five, but maybe Wulpez was a bit of a special case. May the Old Lords lead you deeper into your misery, so you experience true power. Magos knew his gods were dead, but prayer was natural to him. He looked up at the new god, the Eternal god who had summoned him and all to the World of the Eternal Legions. May you, a living god, be a dark star to guide our voyage through Brother Force, like a bongo through the core.

@The Captain

 

[Kotor Eng]

Kotor slowly shook his head. They were in the presence of the Eternal, someone who Kotor's mentor had described as a living god not unlike Andraste or Sidious, yet as he looked around he saw people stuttering, whimpering or too fond to just have drinks and ignore his presence. It wasn't at all how he thought being in the presence of a God would be... someone even randomly started yelling about violence and strikes, as if a labor dispute would turn the galaxy over to the Eternal.

It took him a moment, but Kotor eventually spotted a familiar face (@Wit), someone he had seen haggling over a ship rental leaving Serenno before spotting the ship several times along the route to the Unknown Regions. A bit more confident now that he was finally standing in the presence of the great Eternal, Kotor approached the young woman and stopped at he stood next to her, shoulder by shoulder, observing the few cultists too preoccupied with drinking themselves into a stupor. "Pathetic," he finally said in a voice too soft for anyone but her to hear. "I saw you on Serenno," he continued in that same soft voice, "I thought my mentor and I were the only followers of the Old Sith on that planet." It had been naive, perhaps, to think such, but then again Kotor's worldview had always been very limited. "My name is Kotor."

Kotor Eng, or Ren, he honestly wasn't so sure at the moment. The mask was small enough to be hidden underneath his tunic and he didn't feel like wearing it all the time. He had even left his vibro-blade back on the ship and looking around he felt a bit foolish for doing so, but then he was with fellow cultists now, right? They all lived to serve the Eternal and the Sith Lords of old. Surely there wasn't a reason for him to have to fear his fellow cultists... or was he being naive again?

 

[Talak Rand]

Five years. It had been five years since Talak had been back to his "homeworld" and now that he was here, he wasn't sure he had missed it. This place had nothing for him but dark memories of days he'd rather forget. The Nomad was more of a home to him than this place, and there was an anger rising as the memories of this world came flooding back.

But regardless of how he felt about this world, when the Eternal called the Order together, you didn't say no. It felt almost odd to wear his lightsaber here openly after so long in hiding, but it was a welcome feeling. He was among... likeminded individuals when he was here. At least, they were allegedly likeminded. As he looked around the room, he wondered if this was really the best the Sith Eternal had to offer. Mindless shouting and a disconnection from the cause they were destined to accomplish.

Talak took a glass of wine from a passing server droid and sipped at it, coming to a stop at the edge of the crowds alongside another who seemed to understand that sometimes when it came to speaking, more was less.

Quite impressive, no? he asked the armored Legionnaire (@Kenico) next to him. If Rowa looked over he would see that Talak was looking over at the Eternal and the comment was specifically about their leader. Although several inches shorter than Talak, the power it radiated - and consumed - in the Force spoke to a far deadlier menace than any physical appearance would suggest. It was Talak's first time ever being in the same room with the Eternal, but it was now abundantly clear to him why it had risen to the top and unified both sects of the Sith Eternal.

 

[Rowa]

Rowa turned to see Talak, staring at them as he mentioned the Eternal. He sized up his fellow Legionnaire, looking upon them for their attire and equipment, along with their personality. He nodded to his fellow Sith, looking back to the Eternal and watching them for what they did next, "Most Impressive" replied Rowa, "Albeit odd. To me at least. This is the first time I've met them and they seem...There but Not there." he noted bluntly, watching them as he waited to see what they did next...

 

[Alyse Ti'Varnus]

The summons had been received, a message carried through the whispers of the darkside beckoning and drawing the young blonde cultist away from her current machinations of establishing and exploiting the complacency of Bakura's governance and populate - with the ultimate goal of instilling an appeal among the denzins of her home world to drive towards a more authoritarian rule. Such as those witnessed and seen during the height of the past Sith Empire's reign, though there were still obstacles in the way, mostly the remnants of the Cult of Locura, a band of dark side worshippers that had splintered away from the true goals of the Sith Eternal, led astray by the self proclaimed Prophet of the Sith and would be next Dark Lord Locura. Whilst he and his closest followers ambitions, like their bodies lay like ashes fluttering in the wind. There was the matter of a small pocket of Locura's cult that remained, lead by her father - but the wheels were currently in motion, to bring a swift end to those that would deviate from the true teachings of the Sith.

Her journey had been surprisingly shorter than anticipated, living on one of the back water worlds on the very fringes of the outer rim and unknown regions boarder. The instructed jump sequence had carried her ship to the threshold of the towering dark stone structure that was revealed to be the Sith Eternal's Base, somewhat earlier than she had expected. Whilst at the time the bulk of those in attendance were yet to still arrive, the young cultist had seen fit to make the most of her premature arrival and retreat into the stronghold's archives, knowing that the fragmented knowledge she had amassed in her collection paled in comparison to the wealth of knowledge on the Darkside and the history of the Sith that lay within the Archives.

After spending several hours pouring over tomes that had piqued her interest, Alyse could feel the building presence of the dark side, the air growing thick with the energies that the servants of the true face of the Force radiated. Giving a clear sign that it was soon time that the gathering was due to reach it's peak, which was enough for the young cultist to extract herself away from the wealth of knowledge that surrounded her - for the time being at least, making her way through the main hall where the acolytes had indicated her to head towards to. Carrying under her arm a crimson leather bound book titled the Book of Sith and a rather worn brown leather bound book titles the The weakness of Inferiors.

When she had arrived within the great hall, it looked fairly sparse, with only a handful of cultists arriving, some breaking off to the sparing pits, others pulling away in conversation. Figuring that there was still time, and likely that there was more yet to arrive - especially as she was yet to sense the presence of Trinity (@Bran) or Arthur (@KinkyPrawn) close by. She may as well just make herself comfortable, and headed towards the collection of chairs and tables located near where the food and drink was being served. Settling herself down, Alyse returned her attention to the latter of her books, opening the tome back up to where she had left off, pausing briefly only to request a bottle of red wine from one of the serving acolytes before continuing to read through the dark texts.

Her gaze would periodically wander away from the pages, either to reach out for her glass of wine or to look up towards the gathering crowd as a heated exchange of words cut out over the ambient chatter that was filling the hall. Yet in her periphery, she would catch glimpses of a masked figure lingering seemingly unmoving like a statue, way up above near the balcony's edge of the mezzanine floor that overlooked the stronghold's great hall.

 

[Melkor Damask]

Melkor was disgusted and did very little to disguise it. There were reasons he preferred his keep on Bal'demnic and shied away from cult gatherings like these. But an order from the Eternal was an order, and Melkor was not going to incur his wrath to snub a few worthless maggots. But he wasn't going to hide his thoughts about them, either. They were treating what the Muun sensed would be a game-changing gathering like it was a tailgate party before a podrace on Malastare. The Old Sith would have turned over in their graves if any of their spirits had survived Darth Sidious's downfall.

For his part, Melkor kept away from the others, sipping at some Tionese wine while he eyed the Eternal's balcony. The leader of their cult had said very little, and the Muun was curious what was roiling behind that mask. He prided himself on being able to sense the thoughts of others, even those with tough mental defenses. But the Eternal's mind was a dense fog and he had such control over his thoughts, that not even a single stray caught Melkor's attention.

Either the Eternal was so powerful that he could passively conceal even his most reflexive of thoughts, or he was purposely shielding his mind in preparation for some great announcement. Either thought interested Melkor. So, he made himself content to simply ruminate over the possible meanings he could derive from it all, and leave the partying to those wearing floral shirts.

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak listened as the man said that the Eternal was absent and Talak's eyebrow rose. He certainly wouldn't have wanted to be the one criticizing the Eternal on its first appearance, but to each their own he guessed? It was odd what people seemed to expect. Talak couldn't imagine the Eternal suddenly breaking out the dance moves, and making its presumed announcement too early before everyone had arrived wasn't ideal either.

Well... I don't know what you'd expect, he said with a shrug, taking another sip of his drink. He figured the reason for their gathering would be revealed soon, but only time would tell.

He glanced around for any familiar faces before spotting Zarine and making his way over to her as well. She was standing next to a man he didn't know, and he waited until he wasn't directly interrupting.

Good to see you again, he said to Zarine (@Wit) and then looked to the man. I don't think we've met. I'm Talak, he said, extending a hand (@Ecclessey). The legionnaire really wasn't one for networking or other things like that, but he was also so rarely around the other members of the Sith Eternal these days. It might not hurt to make a few allies or friends.

 

[The Eternal]

One of the two guards who had been standing near the Eternal began to descend the stairs. He moved through the crowd silently and beckoned to the man who had shouted for sending a violent message. He led the man up the steps to the side of the Eternal, taking his place once again in protection of their leader.

When the shouting man reached the top of the stairs where the Eternal stood, the Eternal finally moved, stepping aside and motioning for the man to stand beside it.

Behold! The warrior, the Eternal said. Its voice came out electronic thanks to the warping features of the Mask it wore and boomed throughout the entire room as if speaking through a microphone, but not a single piece of electronic sound equipment could be seen.

The man who will lead our people in the war against the Jedi and the Free World Alliance and purge the galaxy of its corruption, it said. The sentence had barely finished when lightning leapt from the Eternal's fingers. The man tried to protect himself or lessen the blow, but it was of no avail. He screeched and screamed under the agony before finally going silent. Smoke rose from his corpse and no one moved to clear it away.

Silence hung in the air as everyone had the opportunity to ponder what had just happened. Many of them would already understand, but others seemed incapable of grasping the precarious position that the Sith Eternal found itself in. It had become clear that an example needed to be made.

Darth Sidious had thousands of soldiers and a fleet of ships, but the Free World Alliance was his undoing. Some of you have been so reckless as to endanger our secrecy. If any of you are foolish enough to believe that we are already prepared for an open war against the Jedi or the Alliance, death will find you quickly from within or without, it stated. The threat couldn't be any more clear. Those who would continue to endanger the secrecy of the cult would be dealt with by their own. The Jedi may have already had an inkling of a dark side sect somewhere in the galaxy, but the Free World Alliance didn't or at least shouldn't have. Courting an open war would bring destruction on them all, and that was something the Eternal would not abide from anyone in the Sith Eternal.

The Eternal stopped, letting its words once again sink into the minds of those here. Before it could address what they were doing, it seemed even more important to clarify how they were doing it.

A "message" is the last thing we are here to send. We are the shadow of the Force, executing its Will not for our own glory, but because that is our role. We are not Sith Lords bent on ruling the galaxy. We are the Sith Eternal. The executors of the Force, it said, each word laced with venom. Those who were here to seek glory for themselves and fame or recognition in the wider galaxy were in for an unfortunate and violent surprise.

@Malon @Topher @Kenico @Ecclessey @Wit @Phoenix @Strabo @Swain Mephisto @Insalius @The Captain @Exhilian

 

[Magnum Waszylla]

Magnum was about to answer when he saw the Eternal descend. He winced slightly at seeing him absolutely end the hot-blooded man who had spoken a bit loudly, idly thinking that could have been him had he been as wild as he usually was. This gathering was more somber than he had anticipated, meaning he would tone himself down a bit to be polite. He didn't have any dark-colored clothing, though, so this is what any of them would have to expect him to wear at any time. Wearing all black and acting secretive or brooding was a surefire way to get marked as a Sith Eternal in the greater galaxy, yet tourists were a dime a dozen. How best to hide in a forest than as one of the trees?

He mouthed to his drinking buddy that he'd answer later, not wanting to interrupt anything else the Eternal would say. He knew that others here would think of him as odd, see him as a simple brute or drunkard. To a point, they were right, his skills leaned towards the physical side of things, yet that didn't mean he just did things by the seat of his pants. He was a spy, a saboteur, an assassin, and anything else needed by the Eternal or others as needed. Disguised as a tourist, skilled in suppressing his presence in the Force, he could be on any planet in most places and just be overlooked. His camera binoculars could help with spying, his friendliness with local drunks could get information, and his training on Eriadu could help him hunt and react to prey or targets quickly. Through all of this, no one would normally suspect him of being with the Sith Eternal, he just didn't fit the apparent stereotype. He gladly would follow any orders given, though for now he would just watch and respond when spoken to. This wasn't HIS party, of course, this belonged to the Eternal.

 

[Orion Shattou]

Orion Shattou would let the puff of cigarra smoke gather around his face in a blanket and ascend past his blindfold into the air above him. The man a few feet from him went off with the eternal and ended up being brutally executed in front of the entire crowd as a lesson. Not flinching as the electricity coursed through the mans body and fried him inside out. Inhaling on his cigarra and watching above with his blindfold on. It seemed Orion was the only Miraluka around he could sense. The energies of those mixing and radiating from the events unfolding of the great Eternal seemed to keep everyone level headed and calm. Orion's smirk still sprayed across his face as his cigarra hung on the corner of his lips. His mood was much more serious then what he always appeared to look like. Shifting his head over with his blindfold facing the group of "friends" meeting up and saying Hello to one another as Orion raised a eyebrow. It seemed most of these people knew one another from prior missions or social gatherings. Orion never knew a soul in the room of people and he overly never cared much.

"Interesting."

He would speak in his monotone, stern tone. A server came by the crowds and taking orders, fetching drinks. The Miraluka would look at at a server as he spoke directly to her, catching her off guard as the blindfold made people feel like he was looking past them or somewhere else. "Whiskey..Coreillian." it was short and sweet. The server nodded and went off with a tray to fetch him his drink. His head would shift over and using the force to pain the rooms picture, feeling the fellow SE's energies, how strong the force was around them and their physical details. A Floral shirt was picked up as the smirk on Orions face stayed the same. It seemed quite particular and bright. Another came in missing with a stump of a limb. What a bunch..Interesting is all Orion could say as he was more focused on the business, what move is next in the game of chess The Eternal was focusing on. Regardless of the outcome, Orion was behind it 100% and ready to do what is necessary for the success of their future.

 

[Rowa]

Rowa watched as the loud man was fried to a crisp, never flinching from beneath his emotionless helmet. He let the words The Eternal brought forth from its lips, taking in the dire warning that they entailed. He understood the risks, he understood the warning, but most of all he understood his place here. He was the sword in the Darkness, not a master. He did as his betters ordered him to. This lesson Master Xerxes drilled into him well. He was a weapon that both the Eternal and the other cultists could use for their purpose. He gave a quiet nod as he looked again at the charred corpse before waiting for whatever The Eternal said next...

 

[Kai]

A half lidded expression, one of indifference shown out among the crowd. It was framed by a . The flashing light that revealed his pale skullish face came from the lightening shooting from The Eternal's hand. Malakai stared up, unflinching at the terrorizing display. Sounds about right The man who had shouted had been dead the moment he had uttered his last sentence. Wait, maybe it was before that? Hehe, 'death my chronic stupidity', yeah, I like that. His ghoulish appearance quirked a smile for a moment and then remembered where he was.

The Eternal's words did not fall on deaf ears. They made Malakai think back to how he had been on Mimban, first arriving there accidentally. What a trip The painful execution of the man above him just moment ago reminded him of the story. It made him think of someone who also might run the risk of ending up with a similar fate if he was not careful. Dude was sloppy and then I had to go and clean it up.

Knights of Ren were just there to provide counter intelligence to the type of groups that would be the modern day Free World Alliance to their modern day Sidious. At least that was how a lot of its members felt. Malakai on the other hand believed in The Shadow. He did not admit this to anyone. Nobody's asked But he did feel some excitment from The Eternal's words because it felt like what an avatar of the dark side would say. And that's why he's up there...and all of us are down here."

Occasionally the Grysk would look around at the others around him to see how they were reacting. Did any of them feel nervous? Were there feelings of conflict, aggression? They're all selfish He thought plainly, almost with a tone of pitty since he also felt many of them were to proud to acknowledge it. Cuz that's what we need in this group...more proud people... His other hand still held the lighter he had originally lit the dead cigara with. Malakai flicked it, causing the flame to come out for a moment and then just as quickly stopping the flame. It was only once before he decided to just stuff it back in his pocket.

Come find me An encouraging voice whispered in ear. He turned in time to see a pink skinned Zeltron walking through the crowd. He knew she was not really there. I'll get there...eventually. But first...drinks." He said and turned his hooded head to look at the server. They seemed startled by seeing a skull staring back. "Bottle of cognac." The server hesitated a moment due to the odd order and the sight before them and then acknowledged it before making up for the delay and hurrying on to the next person. It would be a moment before they came back so in the mean time Malakai stood there, feeling the dark vibes everyone was rolling with and popped out his flask to take a few sips of the one hundred proof alcohol inside. He came prepared.

 

[Korsak Wulpez]

A familiar voice cut through Korsak's melancholy and brought him, briefly, back down to the level of the other Sith Eternals lingering in the banquet hall. Magos Ohtan, the Gungan with which he had shared so many odd encounters, limped up to him on a wooden cane, being far more friendly and talkative than usual. Even in the depths of his new darkness, Korsak still let the tiniest hint of a smile cross his face as his well-spoken companion hobbled over. Although what little smile he'd show disappeared quickly when Magos brought up his missing appendage.

"Forget it, Magos." He replied in a half-growl. "There's nothing to do about it now."

Just then, their enigmatic host began to speak, having a soldier usher one of the loud-mouthed warriors up to its podium. Korsak paid little attention to his words, he was waiting for some specific goal or agenda to be put forward. What he was not expecting, and what got his full, undivided attention, was when the Eternal reduced the brute to a charred crisp with a single blast of lightning in full view of the crowd. He then restated the order's manifesto, and while Korsak had only ever paid lip service to it in the past, he now scrutinized every word. Because he knew, even if he could not see the Eternal's face, or read their thoughts, that you do not call such a gathering only to execute one dissenting voice.

"Be ready for anything." Korsak muttered up to his Gungan friend as he began to scan the crowd, both physically and through the Force, for any signs of hostile intent.