The First step is to correct the mistakes of Locura and his blinded followers.
For too long those in the thrall of the Sith on this planet had been lead astray,
grown stagnant by the false self serving teachings of the false prophet.
I will correct their foolish actions
Stepping out of her bedroom, the young blonde haired cultist, dressed in simple flowing linen attire, cast her gaze back over her shoulder to regard the fruits of her morning's labours, everything was in its place, clothes packed away into their respective dressers, her worn and tattered leather journal sitting upon the fresh linen bedding neatly tucked in place, a light sigh escaping her lips as she closed the door shut with a wave of her hand, her gaze narrowing in thought as she crossed the threshold of the hall way over towards the stairs leading her down to the ground floor of her residence. Pausing in her descent to stare back at the imposing cold glare that had been permanently embellished on the wall hung painting, the likeness of her father glaring at her with the ever familiar look of disdain.
Serenno, Naboo both now seemed a million miles away from where she was, the small secluded residence located on the outskirts of the seemingly abandoned familial home. The secretive meetings with others loyal to the true calling of the Sith Eternal, the calculated plans being set into motion. There was a lot that was taking place through her various contacts, however back at home - things still remained in limbo, the void that Alyse had created when she had burnt down the errant temple of the Dark Side, the renamed Cult of Locura, had been ignored for too long. Word had reached that her father had taken up the mantle of the cult's leader, looking to continue the self serving machinations of the fallen Gotal darksider who fancied himself the new dark lord. Like Master Like apprentice it seemed, but it would not last for long.
Moving away from the painting with a bitter hiss, Alyse continued down the stairs and marched into the living space - headed for the antiquated music player that had come to the end of the mounted disk that the device was reading, reaching over the young woman lifted up the laser arm and re-positioned it back to the start of the disk, stepping away as the orchestral music started to emanate out from the speakers. As the haunting music filled the room, the blonde made her way over towards the ornate cabinet, retrieving several glasses and a dusty bottle of wine - before headed towards the arrangement of sofas that surrounded a smouldering fireplace. Once she had set down the glasses and the bottle onto the table, Alyse turned her attention to the dying fire, a hand moving out to the side, reaching out with the Force to lift and manoeuvre one of the sitting logs from its rack and into the glowing pile of embers - before with a sharp twist of her hand the log erupted into flames as it came to a rest.
With a sigh, the cultist picked up her holo pad, before slumping down onto the sofa and leaning back against it, her gaze narrowing in thought as she looked up towards the ceiling. Her reflections had shifted away from the current state of the cultists on Bakura, over to the names of those she had learnt over her recent travels, Trinity and Arthur. Whilst she had spent a fair amount of her recent activity and time with the Legionaire, she had limited interaction with the Guardian Arthur, much of her knowledge of him was through word of mouth, or even perhaps the whisperings of the Darkside, suggesting that he would be best suited to aid in what the blonde was planning.
Flicking her finger across the screen, Alyse navigated through the menu to her messaging inbox, her chestnut eyes intently scanning over the subject lines of a few messages that had arrived since she last checked, fortunately there was nothing saying that the earlier calls for a meeting had been rejected from either of the two she had reached out to. Tapping on the screen, she closed out of the messaging programme and setting down the holopad down at her side, before reaching over and opening the waiting bottle, and pouring herself out a small glass and rested back into the soft padding of her sofa, her pensive gaze staring at the flickering ember flames as she sipped at her wine in thought. Waiting for the others to arrive.