"What is going on- Oh Sithspit!" Xanthe cried out, abruptly turning the ship, narrowly missing a fighter blast. "I thought I told you to send Scourge a message to expect us!" She cries out, while rapidly trying to avoid more shots. "Statement: I sent a message of our arrival to the coordinates stated, as per your orders. You did not say to send specifically to the red meatbag."
"Why you… unbelievable- Shavit!" Xanthe hisses out, narrowly avoiding a head on collision with one of the assumed Sith fighters. "Be of some use and take over the controls while I try to contact Scourge before we become space dust." Xanthe growls out before rushing into the communications room, activating the holoprojector. To say Xanthe is in a grumpy mood is an understatement. With all that was revealed and experienced, she needed a bit of time to mentally recover. 'All I wanted was a good night rest for a change. But no… I almost get blasted out of space for it. Damn droid…'
"Scourge, come in! Do you copy?"
After a bit of static, a figure appears on the projector. "My Lord? I thought you were to meet us at Yavin?"
"Yes, I am already here! This blasted droid didn't send the message to the right ship and now we're being attacked by a squadron of fighters and one of the ships from your fleet! Tell them to seize fire!"
Scourge frowned " No one should have engaged regardless. What ship-"
"It's the same one it has always been! Fury-class! Tell everyone to seize fire NOW!" Xanthe cuts in, shouting and slamming the holoprojector effectively cutting communication with the Sith pureblood. By the time she reaches the bridge, she notices that the fighters have retreated and sees the Sith ship moving away. 'For all their lack in coordination, at least they respond to orders immediately.' Xanthe observes. "Find Lord Scourge's vessel and dock there. If I'm not mistaken, the communications log says it should be 'The Marauder'. Confirm that it is and board. Notify me when we have docked." Without bothering to wait for any acknowledgement or reply, she quickly turns and heads for her quarters.
This Fury-class vessel- more famously known as The Rage', for one who has seen it from the moment it was given to Lord Zash's apprentice and sees it now, would have thought it was frozen in time. Although if one looked close enough, they would notice there have been some necessary upgrades- courtesy of HK-55. This was one of the few places where Xanthe- Lord Kallig felt solace and comfort. The dark red lighting of the common area and the red, black and purple colours of the walls and furniture remind her of what she once was, where she came from, what she was once a part of.
At the request of Xalek and Darth Marr- who was she kidding? More like at the request of Lana Beniko who noticed the 'bareness' of the ship and suggested she hang something, as a condition of travelling on 'The Rage', she also put up a couple of banners of the Sith Empire, to which she got a nod of approval from all three insufferable Sith. One of which, she was looking at right now, wondering if they still use these banners in the 'Remnant' Sith Empire.
Turning back to her closet, she sighs. Finding outfits to wear was never easy for her. The former Dark Advisor usually assisted in those matters. "Shall I go as Imperius the Sorcerer, or Imperius the Assassin? Decisions, decisions…" Xanthe sarcastically mutters to herself. In her closet, there are a couple of ceremonial robes, a few more tight fitted ones for her time as Zash's apprentice, stealthily assassinating her master's enemies, a few Zakuulan style robes during her time as the Outlander- something she doesn't want to remember much of, and then her eyes notice something. An outfit at the end, a dark purple-almost black robe, with lighter purple and red trimmings inside, and if one looked closely at it, it had customised designs and decorations, mostly of Sith symbols, a request made by the one who purchased it. A lot of effort went into the creation of this robe 'and definitely not cheap.' Xanthe reminds herself.
Putting that one aside, for a more appropriate time, her eyes settle on another outfit. Similar to the one she wore when engaging the Knights of Ren, but slightly more flowing and elegant. "I have to make a Sith-worthy impression I suppose." she thinks out loud as she takes out the outfit. The robe itself is black, with a few grey and purple markings, but underneath is a set of light armour, fully geared with a utility belt, bracers, armoured shin protectors and protective gear draped along the upper body, along with a personal shield generator-which to her delight- still functions, in the form of a red glow emanating from gaps in the protective gear for her upper torso.
Last but not least, the mask of Aloysius Kallig. As she puts on the mask, she can feel the power of the dark side surrounding her, encompassing her, strengthening her. She decides now is probably a good time to try to centre herself, so she settles into a meditation position and allows herself to bask in the power of the dark side.
"Announcement: Master, we have docked with the red meatbag's ship. They are requesting to come on board. Shall I blast them?"
Xanthe blinks, surprised that more time has passed than she realised, but then smiles to herself when she remembers what possible futures the Force showed her. She looks into the mirror, seeing the mask of Kallig staring back at her. She smirks and replies " No HK. I will go to them. Time for me to intimidate a few Sith."
"Question: What if they become hostile Master? Then can I eliminate them?"
"Well if they become hostile, then they will face the wrath of Kallig and learn first hand how I become Darth Imperius, member of the Dark Council and ruling the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge. If any survive, you may finish them off."
"Gleeful response: With pleasure Master!"
"Alright, let us go and meet with our "wonderful hosts" and see what Sith these are." Xanthe says as her and HK walk to the airlock.
As they open the door, they are greeting by two robed and masked individuals that Xanthe assumes are Sith, as well as six troopers, all armed and ready to attack. Xanthe cocks her head to the side in amusement. Ignoring the threat, she asks "Where is Lord Scourge? I am most displeased with the lack of hospitality the Empire now has to a fellow Lord of the Sith."
One of the masked Sith scoffs in reply. "No Sith has flown in those outdated ships. Your signal is not even recognised by the Empire. Anyone can play dress-up and say they're Sith. Now stand aside and let us board your ship and prepare to surrender."
Xanthe tries her very best not to laugh, amused that this assumed young Sith has no idea who he's talking to. Contemplating her next course of action, she sees Scourge in the distance, quickly coming to greet them. With that, she decides to toy with this young Sith 'After all' she thinks to herself, 'They need to learn their place with a Dark Lord in their midst… and remind them why I am a Darth.' Turning back to the young Sith that scoffed at her, she replies "You have no idea to whom you speak. Do you?" both young Sith and even the troopers felt a chill in the air as she uttered those words, the dark side presence becoming more apparent.
One of the masked Sith 'the smarter one' Xanthe observes, quickly turns to his fellow Sith "Maybe we should listen to this one. After all, Lord Scourge allowed for them to board. Perhaps it is another Sith. Surely you felt the dark side grow stronger just now?" he warns. The other Sith shakes his head in response. "No, if anything it's probably Lord Scourge's presence you sense. Don't let this outsider intimidate you." Turning to Kallig, he raises his arm turning on his lightsaber, revealing an intense crimson coloured blade. "Stand aside, or you will be struck down." he threatens.
Kallig doesn't respond. In fact, she doesn't move at all. All of a sudden, the young Sith drops his lightsaber and starts clutching at his throat, while the blasters are pried out of all of the troopers' hands through the Force. The other Sith looks around frantically, afraid he may also be attacked and asks "Who are you?"
"She is Darth Imperius of House Kallig, former member of the Dark Council of the Imperial Sith Empire and formerly headed the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge- roles I hope she reclaims soon." Lord Scourge answers, walking up to the young Sith and looking at the display with amusement and interest. Taking that as her cue, and sensing the suffocating young Sith's realisation of his mistake, she ends his misery by crushing his windpipe with the Force. She observes his body crumple to the floor and satisfied that there is no more misunderstanding, she turns to acknowledge her host.
"It has been a while Lord Scourge."
