Rebuilding the Old (Sith)

Over the centuries, Kaz had seen many sith rise and fall. The one known as Sidious had come closest, but even he had died. For that reason, he had lost interest in the people that called themselves sith. In his eyes, they had forgotten the old ways, forgotten what it meant to be sith. But when a call had come in from a certain dark-haired woman, Kaz could not help himself in coming.

As Mirien entered the room, she would see Kaz had already arrived. The vermin that had made the temple home were arrayed in front of them. The sith's hands hovered above them, the fingers twitching to-and-fro. With each twitch the small creatures moved and twisted about, almost appearing to dance. The dance continued even as a tuk'ata walked over and scooped up one of the critters, swallowing it in a single bite.

"Now, now," Kaz scolded. "It is not yet supper."

Mirien offered a smug half smile to see Kaz had joined her. At least that was one that still stood. Perhaps she was still standing too because her chosen nomadic way of life had kept her always moving and out of sight of the Empire. One could hope. But that quiet way of life was being threatened and she could not have that. “Good to see you, Kaz.” Her name she still had yet to give him. Names held power, and hers she wasn’t ready to openly give. Without a pause in her step, she crossed to him, reaching out to lightly scratch the familiar tuk'ata behind the ears just as she had done in their past meetings.

With a certain grace, she reached up and lifted the hood from her hair and let it fall to drape across her back. Her shoulders rose and fell with a sigh as the newcomer entered the temple. “No, you are fine.” She said as a hint of iciness crept into her voice. It wasn't him she was irritated with, it was the situation that Mirien found herself forced into, “Unfortunately, I believe it is only us three. Which speaks volumes about what is left of the Sith Order.”

She shook her head and walked to a fallen pillar that sat halfway between Kaz and Jaedan. “The reason I called this meeting was to assess our numbers, our future.” She gave a shrug as she settled in crossing her legs at the ankles and leaning back on her hands while she glanced at the two others.

“Normally, I care not for the Order or anything to do with it. I had preferred a quiet life, so long as I was left alone to do as I pleased I did not involve myself in affairs of the Sith Order. However, things are changing in the galaxy and action is now required."

"For a long while, the Empire’s eye was not on the Sith as they viewed the Jedi as a larger threat. All of that changed with Ruusan. And this is a problem. For I feel my way of life being threatened. And given that just three of us stand here today, things are far worse than I feared. If we are to survive, I believe we need to plan for the future. Together. For if we do not I fear that we are heading to mutually assured destruction.”

Kaz Valnor , Jaedan Fray

He watched as the critters were devoured by the creatures as if nothing was actually happening before his eyes. As soon as the man begun speaking again, he turned to look at him and pondered silently until the man addressed him specifically and even ran a finger under his chin. Was this supposed to be mockery? A challenge? A way to provoke him? As the thoughts crossed his mind, he did not move nor had any change of expression, whichever it was, it did not matter.

"Power for the sake of power is an absurdity." He begun calmly "If one is unable to see past their desires and enforce their own will upon themselves, they are no more than a slave to them. If the only thing one can bring with power is more power, they are powerless."

Or so it seemed through his eyes. There was a fine line between what nature tried to make you do and what you wanted to do, what this man described were likely obsessions that evolved in time due to the reassurance power can give. But...

"Power is a tool to fulfill your goal, if a sith embraces it as their master, they are no sith."

Mirien Valdier Kaz Valnor

Mirien watched with a bit of disinterest as the critters were eaten by Kaz’s beasts. Her eyes were drawn back to Kaz, as she lifted a single brow. “Those that forget the past, are doomed to repeat the mistakes of those that came before.” She commented casually.

Power for the sake of power, that couldn’t be further from who she was. At this point, what she was doing was simply for self-preservation, keeping her way of life intact without ending up the prisoner, a slave to the Empire and it’s Inquisition. “You are correct, power, a tool. But one that we cannot allow to control us, drive us. You, I like.” She said of the newcomer, seeming more interested in the conversation now.

With a shake of her head, she sighed heavily, “This version of the Sith Order is not worth saving. There is nothing left of it but ashes spread to the winds. Gone. Dead. Over.” She said firmly.

“We three stand here as the few that are left, the few that hold enough respect for it to come here at great risk to ourselves. It is time to begin again, to rebuild the Order as it truly was meant to be. I believe it is time to return to the ways of the old. To go back to a time where Sith did not simply murder for the sake of murder, seek power only for the sake of power. To go back to a time where we held purpose, seeking the ways of the universe through its darkness, solving the mysteries of the darkest of places.”

She glanced at both men, “However, the Empire’s meddling will get in the way of this. And I have no interest in becoming a slave to their rumored Inquisition, as I assume neither of you desires that either. With our numbers so slim, we will have to seek others out to protect the embers of what we choose to build. And with Ruusan and it’s temples now under Imperial control, a new base of operations will have to be found. Somewhere, where we can guarantee there will be no interference for some time.”


Jaedan Fray , Kaz Valnor

Mirien inclined her head to the newcomer, the slightest of bows out of respect. “I find myself in agreeance.” She said as she then looked momentarily to Kaz. “We do need time, yes. Time, and something between us and the Empire while we regroup and rebuild. As bad as Ruusan was, it was, however, useful in its own way. If anything it has weeded out the weakest, and those that ran, the cowards have scurried into womp rat holes across the galaxy, unlikely to ever be heard from again. Shameful.”

“You make a good point with the Rebels. If we can get them to work with us, we can use them for exactly what you propose. If it gets the Empire’s eyes off us for a while, then we can do what is needed without notice. We can create new bases of power, gain proper forces, and strike when least expected. Or even use the Resistance to do the dirty work for us. So long as we can keep them blind to our true plans and purposes, they could be an army for us, keeping us from harm, and notice all the same.” To use the Rebels as a simple tool, a weapon, now that played right into Mirien’s wheelhouse. For everything had a use if you knew how to look at it, manipulate it.

“I am inclined to think as you are, this must be kept secret. As for the other Sith our there they are not worthy, though that isn't to say that a few couldn't prove their worth along the way. For the most part, I say let them fall and be lost to time. They have earned that with their lack of respect, and abilities presented thus far.”

She sighed and grew quiet for a moment, taking her time to work through her thoughts slowly untangling them, “The only problem that I really see with this is who would lead. I do not wish to do so, not alone anyway. For one person alone can easily be brought down, by arrogance, foolishness, even ideas. Even a fall out of bed can end a life. And then a power vacuum would be left behind, jeopardizing the Order once more. And we don't have time for such petty squabbles.”

The brunette shifted, on the broken pillar on which she had been seated, and shuffled to cross her feet beneath her. “I am fond of older days when the Sith triumvirate once ruled the Order. An alliance that while loose, did nearly destroy the entire Jedi Order. I believe with what I know of Kaz, and what I have heard from you, perhaps such an alliance can be reborn and serve it’s purpose once more, uniting the Sith under one banner..."

"Between the three of us, ideas are bound to be plentiful, resources could be pooled and with that in mind, together we do become more powerful, harder to kill as individuals, and make this newborn order much more difficult to destroy. We all bring something unique and very different to this table, and I am certainly not one to turn an ounce of that away. I rather see us put together our skills, and forge ahead. Right now, my friend, you are definitely correct. We need time, and the Resistance does offer us time, and a distraction while we begin our work.”

Jaedan Fray , Kaz Valnor

Mirien gave a slight shrug, "One does try for a little amusement from time to time."

The mad laughter she almost expected, though not quite to the degree in which he did so. "As I said before, my desire to lead, alone, is minimal, but I simply do not care for my life and livelihood being disturbed. So, one must do what is required to maintain such a life. And if that means leading, helping to lead and all of that, then that is what I must do. As for sithspawn for armies, it certainly would be a good start to rebuild our power and resources."

It was then that Mirien sensed a most powerful dark twisted sinister essence of a being approaching. It, itself felt ancient, old, wise, and oh so evil. A part of her for a moment was concerned on just who this being might be, whether it be a ghost of Ziost from long ago, the fibers of an old long dead sith lord seeking out the new, or yet another being that had heard the calling she had taken the care to send. The last did not worry her in the least. But the others, just a little.

The cold woman turned her attention to the door having heard the footfalls, dismissing thoughts of force spirits instantly. She merely lifted a single eyebrow as he entered the room and waited for him to speak his piece. She took the time to give him a once over, waiting for him to introduce himself to them. For him to have gotten this far to Mirien, spoke of at the very least his respect for the old, respect for the Sith and perhaps a desire to help aid and shape their future. That or he was here simply to destroy the three of them now seated in the flickering light of torches that illuminated the otherwise darkened space.

After a long moment of consideration, Mirien lifted an arm, and motioned to the empty seat across from her, "Please, join us, for there happens to be room for one more. Though, if I may ask for your name."

This new arrival was quite unexpected and certainly a surprise to her. This kind of ancient sith, the ones that walked through the galaxy during the times of Kun and the like. Kun, after all, was one of the Sith that she hunted still for traces of in the galaxy, seeking after his knowledge, what little she could gain of it that had been left behind in temples across so many systems. "As I find it no insult at all. For the old, I hold great respect for especially as our numbers dwindle, there is no greater place to find wisdom. So, there is always room for those that walked this path before us."

She paused a moment before speaking once more, "Though truth be told, I did not expect you or anyone else to show this evening. Too many were lost on Ruusan. Too many fled to the four corners of the galaxy. And many more care not for the future of this once great order. A now dying order. That said, we have come to the conclusion of forming a triumvirate of a sort to help birth a new order that looks to the ways of Old. And to buy us time, perhaps use the Resistance to be a shield for us, so long as we keep our true intentions and identities secret from them until its far too late. This at least is in short what we have discussed thus far."

Her attention remained focused solely on the newcomer, watching him closely. "We would love to hear anything you have to say, thoughts you may have and all of that. For that was part of this meeting's very intention. That said, I relinquish the floor to you."

Jaedan Fray , Kruel Zing , Kaz Valnor

Grey eyes darted to the new, dark presence that arrived. It was clear that this man was actually older than Kaz himself, which was interesting. Of course, there were a few long-lived species within the Galaxy, but Kaz had never heard of any within the ranks of the Sith. At least none that had survived beyond the infernal rule of two had been established. What a silly concept that had been!

"I do not believe we have met," Kaz said with a curious expression. "I have not encountered one of your species so deliciously enveloped in the darkside. Would you consider donating your body to further the study of alchemy?"

Talk of plans and a ruling council had already fled his mind as an interesting new subject he might experiment on appeared. Of course, alchemy was not just his passion it was the source of his continued living. Quite literally every cell in his body was driven toward alchemy. 

Before the meeting could continue, a new scent came to him from his beats, and Ka turned to look at the masked figure who made his presence known after apparently hiding. "Use the Empire's politics against them? Yes, perhaps that might work. But the Empire hates our kind, says we should die for simply existing. Would require extreme caution and subversion, not to mention their Security Bureau constantly hunting for traitors and spies. Risky."

When the man asked what the purpose of the sith was, Kaz tilted his way sideways. It seemed odd to ask such a simple question. "Why, we exist to lead the Galaxy to freedom and a more perfect state. Just as these creatures have been."

The Sith Alchemist gestured to his three beasts, all of them altered into monstrosities via alchemy. There was no missing the darkside that dwelled within them. 


Kaz Valnor,Nulgath Zardai,Mirien Valdier,Jaedan Fray,Kruel Zing,