Post by Dragus on Apr 11, 2024 9:15:53 GMT -8
Jerec was in meditation within the temporary chambers he had acquired aboard the Allegiance-class Battlecruiser 'Vitiate' when the communicator built into the wall of the room began to chirp with a delivered priority message, for Dark Apostle eyes only. Grinning from one pale ear to the other, the servant of Famine uncrossed his legs and stood up, taking a moment to shake some circulation back into his stiff limbs before crossing the room to the blinking communicator screen. His dark eyes read from left to right, rapidly digesting the information sent to him by High Priest Mephisto of the Hunger Cults, who had recently been operating off of Roon while acting as the Dark Apothecary's representative at the Fortress of Tawntoom. There wasn't much to the message but it did speak to the news he'd been waiting upon. The Eye of Astera, a massive hyperspace ring designed by the SE's Director of Advanced Technology and constructed by the Fabricator General of the Forge Worlds, had finally been completed and was currently being prepared over Hypori. Tankers of ultra-coaxium were on route from Kessel to begin fueling the gargantuan ring's large reservoir. The acolyte went to the refresher and took a moment to splash some cold water on his face, rubbing his fingers over his shorn scalp, then slapped his cheeks hard to stimulate blood flow to his face.
The journey between galaxies would happen soon. Peridea, not so much a dream anymore. For his part there was nothing left to do. The special cargo in the hold was still held safely in stasis and the Vitiate was holding position with the rest of the fleet at the edge of the Pzobian nebula, where it was scheduled to link up with the Eye of Astera and make the monumental leap.
He threw on his best set of shadowsilk robe and picked up a ceramic mug of piping hot stim-caf from the small kitchenet in his room before heading out the door and making his way to the bridge, occasionally pausing to let a pair of marching Sith Troopers pass or dodging around lumbering cultists, a few of which were acting more strange than usual. Jerec could hear them muttering under their breaths when they thought they were alone or out of earshot, and his powerful mind offered him further insight into their unguarded thoughts, expending only a mild degree of energy on those they tried to shield away from his probing telepathy. There was much talk aboard the battlecruiser...about the Eye, and not the one that just built. They spoke of the 'other' Eye, the true Eye. Even the Dark Apostle who commanded a considerable amount of sorcerous power, found his sleeping dreams and waking mind occupied with thoughts of the Almighty Eye. Something about their proximity to the nebula, it strengthened the oppressive presence he felt in his mind. Only the Nu-Jakes who had never been made to stand witness to its holy gaze seemed unafflicted by their proximity to the space distortion. He watched them closely as he entered the bridge and assumed his seat in the command throne, staring at the large view screen spread out before him, his vision focused on the swirling interstellar storm.
"Black alert." He instructed the crew. Jerec sipped his stim-caf as he settled into the onyx chair, relaxing his posture even as a light strobe blinked to light above his head from the bridge lumens as the signal was sent across the ship. In the dark bowels of the battlecruiser cathedral, the Sith Knights of Roon paused in their training to look up at the wall speakers, their cruel faces lighting up with ruthless excitement. Soon they'd get to wet their blades on whatever heathen scum they found on Peridea. "The Eye...of Astera, will be arriving soon. Be ready."
The journey between galaxies would happen soon. Peridea, not so much a dream anymore. For his part there was nothing left to do. The special cargo in the hold was still held safely in stasis and the Vitiate was holding position with the rest of the fleet at the edge of the Pzobian nebula, where it was scheduled to link up with the Eye of Astera and make the monumental leap.
He threw on his best set of shadowsilk robe and picked up a ceramic mug of piping hot stim-caf from the small kitchenet in his room before heading out the door and making his way to the bridge, occasionally pausing to let a pair of marching Sith Troopers pass or dodging around lumbering cultists, a few of which were acting more strange than usual. Jerec could hear them muttering under their breaths when they thought they were alone or out of earshot, and his powerful mind offered him further insight into their unguarded thoughts, expending only a mild degree of energy on those they tried to shield away from his probing telepathy. There was much talk aboard the battlecruiser...about the Eye, and not the one that just built. They spoke of the 'other' Eye, the true Eye. Even the Dark Apostle who commanded a considerable amount of sorcerous power, found his sleeping dreams and waking mind occupied with thoughts of the Almighty Eye. Something about their proximity to the nebula, it strengthened the oppressive presence he felt in his mind. Only the Nu-Jakes who had never been made to stand witness to its holy gaze seemed unafflicted by their proximity to the space distortion. He watched them closely as he entered the bridge and assumed his seat in the command throne, staring at the large view screen spread out before him, his vision focused on the swirling interstellar storm.
"Black alert." He instructed the crew. Jerec sipped his stim-caf as he settled into the onyx chair, relaxing his posture even as a light strobe blinked to light above his head from the bridge lumens as the signal was sent across the ship. In the dark bowels of the battlecruiser cathedral, the Sith Knights of Roon paused in their training to look up at the wall speakers, their cruel faces lighting up with ruthless excitement. Soon they'd get to wet their blades on whatever heathen scum they found on Peridea. "The Eye...of Astera, will be arriving soon. Be ready."