Luxeria
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Post by Luxeria on Feb 3, 2021 9:05:05 GMT -8
Bringing her ship down, Luxeria powered down her ship, her mind still running a million miles an hour. She needed to get things built up quickly. Not only did she need a place to set up, if only temporarily, but she needed to create the organization. Plans were already coming together in her mind. She could only hope that things would work smoothly enough. Before departing, she sent a message to Darth Malvus letting him know of her decision and seeking the funds to build a new building, or adding it to the old citadel of the Sith.
Stepping out of her ship, for the moment, she would explore the city as she finished thinking up the final touches of the circle. For the moment, she was alone, having sent her apprentice with Vesperia to Thule to begin working on locating and either reporting or silencing any of those that resisted the rule of the Sith Conclave.
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Post by Luxeria on Feb 4, 2021 11:25:47 GMT -8
With time as limited as it was, Luxeria knew she needed to develop a system that would work, yet could easily be expanded upon as the system grew. She looked to the old Sith Empire and the Imperial Intelligence design. In the end, it would be more than enough to carry out the tasks her circle would be involved in. However, she was elected to compress the details of the older tasks, seeing that many performed similar roles or was just fulfilled different tasks as to not overwhelm an entire department. No fancy titles would exist quite yet for the roles, but it would begin with two simple roles. One would be the agents that would be sent out to gather information, assassinate targets, or set themselves up in long terms roles within other governments and factions. The second group would be those that remained on Dromund Kaas gathering intel, picking up transmissions, analyzing information, then passing it back to those who required it. It wasn't much, but it was a solid foundation that could be expanded upon later. As they grew bigger, tasks could be broken up as it once was and eventually one that handled things beneath Luxeria so that she didn't have to be as involved as she would be now.
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Post by Luxeria on Apr 10, 2021 9:28:29 GMT -8
The weeks had gone by as Luxeria worked at building the Circle of Influence. It was nearly complete as the building that would serve as their headquarters became a bustling hive as she found those that would be of great use to the Circle. But there were still vacant spots that needed to be filled as well as sorting out just how the Inquisitors under Darth Obitus would truly fit into it. It was the downside to not establishing the group and being expected to implement them. It would a task for another time however. For now, she decided to just head home for the day.
Taking a taxi, Luxeria watched as the speeder moved across the city to an apartment complex. Her place resided at the top in the form of a penthouse. It was touch expensive, but it had all she needed, the luxury she desired, and it put her overlooking the entirety of Kaas City. If he time was going to be spent on the planet more often than not, she needed a place. It took her no time to find what she wanted. A large, two story penthouse apartment that covered ever aspect she needed. The lower floors held the entrance and foyer to greet her and new arrivals when arriving from the city herself. It also had an office for work and meetings for certain individuals as well as access to the garage which was large enough to fit her ship many times over. It served well for her Baudo and speeder bikes and could easily accommodate the Courier-class Star Yacht she commissioned the shipyards to build for her apprentice. Even side by side, the fit easily and could come and go as they pleased. It made Luxeria wonder if she should purchase another ship for herself as well down the line.
In the hallways before the garage was a set of stairs going up each side to the floor above, though this area was restricted to anyone unless Luxeria deemed otherwise. Each stair case had spots for banners, paintings, statues, or any other pieces of decoration. She had spent money decorating, turning her apartment into a museum of artifacts and the like from Sith ruins. She had requested from the Circle of Knowledge that any pieces they found that served no real purpose other than serving as a sign of the old Sith that existed. She paid for them, of course, and filled her apartment even more than what she could have done in her chambers back on Mustafar. The top of each stairs lead out to a large balcony and a large room that had a wonderful view of the city. Beyond that was the common room she relaxed in with three rooms that moved further in. One served as her bedroom, another a meditation room, and the final one a training room.
As Luxeria departed the lift the brought her to her apartment, a special key being the only thing that would grant people access, she looked around at all that she had gained in her short time on the planet. Her hands moved across everything from ruins, to statues, to armor sets, displays of weapons both acquired from digs and defeated enemies, even plants and crystal formations. She was a queen, a goddess among men and she desired to live like it. Entering into her own chambers, she showered in the large bathroom, enjoying the hot water before finally calling it a night.
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Post by Luxeria on May 28, 2021 12:05:45 GMT -8
The months continued to pass as the new intelligence division began to stabilize from its creation. Very few agents had been sent off and only to the Sith controlled worlds to weed out traitors and rebellions. Unfortunately, they had not reached a point where they were ready to begin infiltrating other orders or spreading out to other worlds.
Still, ensuring that the Sith worlds were cleansed of any resistance to their rule was enough to get their start. The very first mission had begun the moment Luxeria departed Korriban by having her apprentice go with Vesperia to Thule to begin weeding out defiant Sith and officers that existed there. Bit by bit, Kosrezic had kept Luxeria up to date on those within the Sith Arts Academy and the surrounding city.
After a few months, Luxeria sat at her desk in the office of her apartment reviewing the newest reports that came from her apprentice. She had fleshed out the group that was standing against the new order with no signs of pledging their allegiance. With the final leads tied up, all that was left was eliminating these traitors. Giving her orders, Kosrezic was to take out all but the leader, who she would leave to Vesperia to deal with and make a display of in whatever manner she desired. After all, best to share the fun and let her be the one who stood in the light over the planet she resided on. It would ensure her power and control over the planet for the Sith.
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Post by Darth Teleos on Mar 6, 2022 19:13:10 GMT -8
Time was no mystery to the common man. Nor it a stranger to those of greater mind. Yet it was time that saw even the greatest of foundations collapse; withered away to dust in the absence of a watchful eye.
It was, by nature, that this very circumstance befell the governing power of the once grand world of Dromund Kaas. With neglect came disloyalty, with disloyalty came arrogance and with arrogance came confidence in those who were without merit. Power seekers lingering in the shadows of their superiors awaiting the chance to step above those who kept them on a leash. And, as it would so have it, one of those very individuals had saw fit to step forth from the confines of his role in an attempt to supplant the power of his superiors. Seating himself upon the throne of Dromund Kaas as it's rightful overseer; it's warlord or ruler. As such it was an action that did not come without it's share of bloodshed as with the shift in power often came a wave of chaos designed to slice through the tethers of control; one designed to fasten new tethers to that new power.
Weakness, however, had a way of standing as a lure to those with real power. The chaos orchestrated to establish a proper power vacuum a beacon to those who would see the collapsed order restored by rightful hands. A sorrowful truth to those weaker than they admit was that, without the proper means to establish their own power, they often found themselves stamped out with a merciless resolve far greater than their own.
What this Sith, or so he had been calling himself, did not see in his action to take the planet of Dromund Kaas as his own was that the planet had fallen under the attention of one long forgotten by the galaxy at large. One hell bent upon snuffing out such individuals who failed to realize themselves as true Sith and fixated upon returning such a once powerful world to it's former glory. It would stand that far more quickly than he had gained his power, the Sith would see his power disappear in the blink of an eye.
Seated upon his throne, adorned in what he considered to be the finest ceremonial garb, the magistrate watched as his soldiers surveyed the halls of his palace; a palace built upon a location once significant to the history of the seat of the Sith. Fabricated in a short time though gaudily forward in it's appearance, the palace stood as finished some days prior. Shamefully so it was that very lavish design that carried with it the flaw in design that those who built it would easily be swayed by those capable of liberating them. Or in this instance providing them with a power the other could not or would not. Raising a hand towards one of the soldiers, the magistrate snapped his fingers impatiently to receive his attention.
"You, go the main hall and tell me why the guard captain has not reported in!" The magistrate shouted with a lick of his tongue that betrayed the fear behind his bravado. His eyes glinting with paranoia as the past several days presented nothing but a mild show of unrest.
"Right away, sir." The soldier swiveled and in a matter of moments disappeared through the gates towards the main hall. With his departure, noticed within moments by the magistrate with a drain of color from his features, was that the rest of the soldiers followed suit without hesitation; the room falling completely empty and silent save for the sound of footsteps approaching the throne from behind.
"Guards! Soldiers!?" He cried in vain as he rose from his throne and moved towards what he knew to be a locked door. Terror filled his eyes, his garbs catching as he practically fell over himself as he desperately strained with might and Force to free the door from those who barred it from the outside. Trapped like a rat the magistrate turned to face what had approached his throne from the shadows; what threat saw to put an end to his schemes.
Fear was a powerful weapon. Terror a crippling weakness to be exploited. Both together however were a symbolic brand for many of weakness exploited by the strong. Fear left to fester and terror bred from that stagnation proved a powerful end for those who saw fit to permit them.
"Did you think it would go unnoticed?" A voice echoed from the darkness. "That this lavish, failed attempt at domination would go unchecked?" The voice continued, sounding echoed and somewhat eerie in its delivery with the aided glow of red permeating the darkness as it's owner crept closer. When no more words were spoken where the magistrate expected them instead emerged a hooded figure in daunting armor towering over the throne that the man had conjured for himself.
"I took what was mine and what I deserved." The usurper spat back at the shrouded figure with a fear driven hatred forming upon his features; though one betrayed still by the terror he felt in the presence of an unknown being. A being far, far more powerful than he.
"Do not fool yourself, worm. You are as transparent as you are weak." The figure echoed as he continued to close the distance between himself and the magistrate. "Were it not for the importance of this world, of this very city, I would have left this task to my followers." He continued as his hands rose to pull back his hood, his cloak shifting slightly as it started to peel back of his shoulders slightly, revealing the features beneath absent of hair but heavily scarred beneath the respirator welded to his face. "I've no patience for any excuses you might have for your actions, but I will permit you to beg if that is what you see fit." He finished as he came feet from the magistrate and lowered his arms to his sides in a menacing lack of aggression.
"Who are you to question my motives here? To step on the toes of the Sith and take away what I've acquired? You are nothing!" The magistrate once again spat as he took a semi-confident step forward and dropped his saber hilt to his hand; poised to ignite it in his own self defense. His posture failed to present any form of notable skill, but it was enough to change the demeanor of the hulking interloper for a brief moment.
"So you do have a spine." The hulking Sith spoke as he continued to close the gap between them. As he grew closer his presence became suffocating to the magistrate and even the soldiers standing outside the door. His motion stopped only once he came inches from what would have been a fatal distance from the saber looming in the magistrates hand. "I'll waste no time proving how brittle it is." The man uttered as the magistrate ignited his saber in a last attempt to protect himself from what he knew was imminent. In a flash of light and motion the saber crashed against the man's hand, failing to reach it's full expanse as it was held at bay, and a chilling gurgle echoed softly through the room.
"Th-ghlgh w-oush" They were not words, but struggled sounds that escaped the mans lips as the interlopers hand closed around his throat in the blink of an eye. His eyes going wide, vessels becoming enlarged as he fought for air against the hand that began to crush his throat.
"You are nothing." The interloper uttered in a quiet boom as he squeezed the man's throat, his fingers curling closer and closer together around the man's fragile neck. "But I permit you to know the name of the one who killed you and took back this world for the true Sith." He continued as he pressed his thumb against the side of the man's throat, above the jugular, and gave a slow but final squeeze. "Your life is ended by Darth Teleos. With nothing but his hands." With those last words, his voice trailing off, the sound of a pop riddled crunch echoed through the room followed by the crumpling sounds of the magistrates body falling to the floor; the hissing retraction of the lightsaber forgotten as the hilt clattered to the floor having failed to leave more than a sizzling mark on the gauntlet of Teleos' hand.
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