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Gauntlet Shipyards

Gauntlet Shipyards
Sections

Peristes Supra: Administration Wing
Peristes Medius: Promenade
Ji Birtan Tuka: An Eating Experience to Remember
Peristes Terminus: Transport Hub
Media Centralis: General Housing
Media Terminus: First-level Construction
Exterius Medius: Priority Housing
Exterius Terminus: Primary Construction
Medical Expansion

Situated in high orbit above the planet Serenno, the Gauntlet Shipyards are a project undertaken years ago, and financed by the Volition powerbase. The shipyards include several subsidiaries, including:

• Gauntlet Systems Engineering - Responsible for Starfighter production, repair, and retrofit
• IVC Deepdock Engineering - Dedicated to repair, retrofit, and construction of ships of the line, primarily Dreadnoughts
• Gauntlet Systems Defense - Dedicated to the design, maintenance, and retrofit of Iso-5 power systems
• IVC Shipping & Logistics - Dedicated to supply and logistics for attached fleets

The Gauntlet Shipyards have many different berths, many of which have multiple duties - design, retrofit, repair, and maintenance:

• Capital Ship construction berths: 30
• Line ship docking & construction berths: 45
• Multi-purpose berths, loading & offloading, picket retrofit: 120
• Multi-purpose ships, AI controlled (Tugs, etc): 6500

The shipyards are also partly leased to the Sith Empire under certain conditions. Many trade and commercial groups have large and small subsidiary offices within the shipyards, each of which in part own one or several of the multi-purpose berths, thereby increasing income for the powerbase while also serving as a central location for fleet logistics operations. The whole of the supply division, both Imperial and private, are based at the Gauntlet Shipyards, and operate out of it.In a time of crisis or if the fleet has taken extensive damage, the entirety of the fleet is capable of being repaired from severe damage within 18 months, due to a cyclic operational approach. Thus, when the entire shipyard is given over to repair, each berth is converted to a full time work schedule and given specialised tasks to perform on each ship within the fleet.For further information, please contact your sector administrator.

Peristes Supra
Administration Wing

The nerve center of the Gauntlet Shipyards, Peristes Supra- the Administration Wing- serves as a centralised control center for the operations moving through the shipyards, as well as the leisure and housing of the higher ranked personnel assigned to the shipyard.It's not uncommon to see Sith and flag officers wandering the corridors of the upper levels, as well as Imperial officers that specialise in command and control. These Imperials are in charge of not just the general operations of the shipyards, but tug operation, power levels for the manufacturing units, traffic control for the Serenno system, and much more. Hundreds of Imperial officers man stations in the gigantic administrationA few levels down are the leisure districts for Peristes Supra. Sectioned off in quarters and divided by function, the lower levels of the Administration Wing are filled with common goods shops, entertainment and leisure, restaurants, and public communications.Unlike Peristes Medius, the central corridors are made up of rows of information terminals. The terminals broadcast INN reports, show galactic economic information, and give quick reports on the current work being done in the shipyard. Each terminal is up to date by the millisecond, making the central section a well traveled area.The security for Peristes Supra matches the outer areas; gaining entry requires Imperial identification, several layers of biometrics (to include fingerprints, DNA sequencing, heatmapping, and automated biometric correction), and voice recognition.The lower levels of Peristes Supra are made up of the medical wings. These wings have priority access, and shuttles ferrying severely injured/near death Imperial personnel are given landing slots.

Peristes Medius
Promenade

The shining jewel of the Gauntlet Shipyards is Peristes Medius. Well, outside of the Shipyard's ability to pump out warships.Peristes Medius makes up the outer-ring, dorsal side of the Shipyard, and is commonly the side facing the body the Shipyard orbits around- in this case, Serenno. With shielded transparisteel as the main material of the outer section, Peristes Medius always has a breathtaking view of the entire planet from high orbit. With minimal polarisation- using the shields to filter glare and radiation- the view is in real colour and provides a decent portion of the light source during the daytime hours.In between all of the fixtures in Peristes Medius is the transit system. Many cars on maglev tracks circle the four quarters, and the system is praised for it's efficiency.Peristes Medius is generally the central location for relaxation and recreation aboard the station. Circling the entire spine with a large radius, it houses collectively hundreds of small shops, parks, restaurants, retailers, and general goods stores, rivaling even the largest commerce stations in the Inner Core.One such establishment is Ji Birtan Tuka, a Rylothian restaurant with a focus on elevating and modernising Rylothian clan-based cousine- the only restaurant in the sector with five Tetan Stars.The parks are similarly highly rated, with a great deal of resources put into constructing and maintaining them. Each park houses deciduous trees sourced from a different planet; Alderaan, Dromund Kaas, Chandrila, Voss, Quesh, Serenno, Naboo, Dantooine, and more. Each park is vigourously maintained by a battalion of horticulture experts.It is not uncommon to see groups of tourists, engineering teams, Sith, Imperials, and administrative personnel enjoying the views, the parks, the shops, and using the transit system.

Ji Birtan Tuka

An Eating Experience to RememberKnown for their down-to-ryloth versions of elevated cuisine, Ji Birtan Tuka is the most talked about restaurant in the D'Astan sector.The ambience plays off of the muted reds and golds that are commonly seen in the terminus band around Ryloth, and the seating reflects Rylothian sentiment- the tables and booths are close together with no sound dampening, and the Executive Chef, Sir'ran Bolay, says that is by design. "We wanted to mimic what it feels like to have a community meal around the fire and around the table, many voices together. It elevates the experience, and that elevates the food."The menu is simple, and varies from day to day. We were shown the gardens- set aside by park officials- where the chefs of Ji Birtan Tuka gather the vegetables to be used for the evening meal. "There's something magical about coming together and eating something that we've just pulled from the ground," says Sous Chef Y'tral.We enjoyed a simple fried mynock as an appetizer. Served on a simple plate and skewered with native wood, the taste belied the humble presentation. Not just juicy, but meaty and full of flavour; we would have been satisfied with just this dish.Imagine our surprise, that after that presentation and phenomenal taste of the fried mynock, we were served none other than Rycrit Stew. Generally a peasant dish, this Rycrit Stew left us in awe; not only was the Rycrit braised and seasoned to perfection, to the broth and accompanying fillers- including tubers native to Ryloth- seemed to have been cooking and combining for days.We left with nothing but smiles.Five Stars.

Peristes Terminus
Transport Hub

Just off of Peristes Supra and Peristes Medius is the transportation hub of Peristes Terminus. Connecting to both the sections with multi-layered construction- designed to be fitted to each modular section of the Peristes section- Peristes Terminus serves as the focal point of transportation throughout the shipyards.Not only does this transportation hub connect to the inner sections, but it also serves further as a hub for the adjoining outer sectors, including Media and Exterius.Peristes Terminus was primarily built to serve pedestrian traffic between the inner and outer sections. Late in the design phase, however, the reach of the rail systems were lengthened to include rails built into the bulkheads of each modular section, further cementing Peristes Terminus as a central transportation center.While the system is efficient, late design flaws leave it open to delays due to administrative priority; this is a common complaint from the residents of lower levels to the point that automation gives tardiness passes to engineers and administrators caught in the system due to high priority rail traffic.This is also the first section that houses technician housing; first class and above enjoy private cabins with window views here, complete with kitchenettes, private refreshers, and limited holocomm access.

Media Centralis
General Housing

The most central sector of the entire Shipyard is Media Centralis. Made up of over forty districts on its own, Media Centralis houses the akk dog’s share of Imperial personnel assigned to the Gauntlet Shipyards.Wrapped like a tight blanket around the central spine of the Shipyard, Media Centralis arguably gets the most attention of any other sector– the lack of connection to the vacuum of space and the distance from generators and air circulators make maintenance a constant and unending struggle, even with automation and plans built around focusing maintenance in this area.While the amenities available in Media Centralis are arguably worse than the higher sections, the residents want for nothing. Media Centralis is free of water and air rationing, has easy access to holocomm hubs, as well as easy access to Peristes Terminus and the overall transit network.In addition to having access to transit and communications, there are over one-hundred shops within walking distance of each apartment; most are geared toward convenience or providing work necessities, but there are many shops that provide ingredients and packed meals that are not only flavourful but include daily caloric and vitamin necessities.Media Centralis also features a wide array of self-sustaining parks, with grass, deciduous trees, and water features that are self-sustaining and require no maintenance, while also providing a meaningful dent in the life support arrays.A common complaint to come out of Media Centralis is the coriolis effect, which becomes worse the closer personnel are to the central spine. While the outer shipyard sections use artificial gravity to maintain construction integrity, the interior of the station relies on centrifugal force; those technicians housed near the spine are frequent visitors to Imperial medbays.

media terminus
first-level Construction

Nestled in the first of the exterior portions of the Shipyard is Media Terminus. Housing the first level of advanced ship construction apparatuses- including the infamous frame welders 6-6Z, medium power plant modulators 79-010A's, and the rarified, high tech sensor placement feature Yun-71-1.Serving as the high-tech ring that non-stop produces shuttles and Imperial fighters, Media Terminus does little else. The Overseers keep to a rigourous schedule; and while most outside observers would assume that the capital ship berths were the most strict, it's actually Media Terminus.Being responsible for entire wings of support ships and fighters- all of which must not only be ready for Terminus-class destroyers and Harrower-class dreadnoughts to come off of the line- but Media Terminus is also responsible for replacing losses in the active sector, and keeps a running hyperlight connection to each fighter, shuttle, freighter, and anything below capital-class.Technicians assigned to Media Terminus often make more in monthly credits than their equals in the capital ship berths, only due to overtime shifts and bonuses for completed airframes and structures.This has led to a great deal of competition between workers in Media Terminus and Exterius Terminus, often to the point of sanctioned brawling and off-book gambling. Apparently, administration overlooks these extra-curricular activities, as Gauntlet Shipyards as a whole has seen 98% efficiency over the last two years.

exterius medius
priority housing

Acting as the housing for the entire Exterius Terminus wing– the premier sectors of the Gauntlet Shipyards, responsible for the processes that create Harrower-class dreadnoughts, Terminus-class destroyers, Gage-class transports, Nequeas-class frigates, and various frameworks of corvettes, Exterius Medius is the second largest structure of the modular Gauntlet Shipyards, second only to Peristes Medius.The housing in Exterius Medius was designed to mirror the parkland surrounding the various levels of the station as a whole, with an extreme focus on trees, plants, and grasses that could supplement the life support systems. As Exterius Medius is the last housing level that has access to natural sunlight, it’s only logical that plant life take a central role.Exterius Medius enjoys unique architecture, as it sits between the large capital-ship bays and the interior housing and construction projects, while also having to conform to the modular design of the shipyard.Because of this, Exterius Medius is the only section of the Gauntlet Shipyards that is built along a sector separation, with entire sectors of housing connected to different modular sections and–in the event of separation–at the mercy of the vacuum of space if not for the bulkheads separating them. In place of the large bulkheads is a river that follows the entire circumference of Exterius Medius; an artificial river that is frequently used for recreation, with housing facing the river with balconies, grills, and lawn chairs.Parts of the stream are dedicated to commercial ventures, most of which are built to be small malls connected to the smaller transit network. Food, drink, grocery, and retail are available at these centres, as well as off-book gambling.Bookies on Exterius Medius focus on the deliverables of the Exterius and Media sectors, with hard definitions of shuttles, fighters, cruisers, corvettes, dreadnoughts, destroyers, and more; these bookies pay out based not only on the speed of construction, but the amount of “green” points each ship receives in inspection; speed isn’t everything.A small portion of Exterius Medius personnel believe the bookies and betting circles are an invention of administration in Peristes Supra, but these conspiracy theorists are largely laughed out of rooms; credits are credits.

exterius terminus
Primary Construction

Pluvia-class destroyer finishes construction in the Terminus wing.

Among Administration, Imperial Officers and Sith, Exterius Terminus is nothing but the extension of a will that has been years in the making, and the centrepiece of a living, breathing Imperial apparatus.For the people working there, however, Exterius Terminus is the show, the premier league, the cream of the crop.Responsible not only for the proper construction of Imperial line ships- foremost among those the Harrower and Terminus- the engineers and technicians of Exterius Terminus are also responsible for adding to and auditing the inspection apparatus.With a 0.6% corrective rate, the personnel of Exterius Terminus are among the best in the Empire. This is assisted with the many automation protocols assigned to it, all of which require 'human' intervention; fleets of tugs are controlled by human operators, and resource discrimination is assigned as needed.AI tug platforms are supervised and occasionally directed by slicers. All of the AI tugs follow prescribed guidelines and complex pathing, not only providing resources and personnel where required but also clearing construction berths for repairs and retrofits.These personnel are also responsible for scheduling emergency repair and retrofit; entire construction lines can be halted or delayed to make way for large-scale repairs, necessary due to battle or natural phenomena. Exterius Terminus is capable of dropping entire sectors of construction- without meaningfully delaying the construction- to make way for efficient retrofit and repair, creating efficient return times for entire fleets, well outside of the norm.Exterius Terminus is the largest section of the Gauntlet Shipyards by footprint, though most of that space is taken up by Capital Ship and Line Ship berths, of which there are a combined seventy-five. This necessitates an efficient transit system and a well thought out progress system.The interiors of the Exterius Terminus ring are covered in tents and makeshift food carts; transit from Exterius Terminus to Exterius Medius can take upwards of an hour, and most technicians prefer the bonus credits to the commute, and prefer to spend those credits on gambling.Because of this, Exterius Terminus has become something of a local phenom, with unique street foods (Sardine Fritter Bowls, Fried ice cream, and Chandrilan Squall meat being the favourites), interesting diversions, chief among them being Coriolis ball- small sections of Exterius Terminus that lose artificial gravity and are subject to spin gravity.The other game played was coined by locals as Push; while this game has similar rules, it replaces the Harrower section power module for a person, with teams of ten responsible for ‘pushing’ and ‘catching’ the free-floating sentient.While a tourist or stranger might look upon the casual disregard for caution and work in Exterius Terminus, their numbers speak for themselves; In the entire lifetime of the Shipyards, not a single capital ship has shipped even an hour late.

Gauntlet Shipyards
Medical expansion

New construction on a state of the art Medical facility has been finished on the dorsal side of the Gauntlet shipyards (Peristes Medius, LV145-165), operating as an addition to the administration wing. The planned expansion of the shipyards included five new ring levels for the dorsal side. Housed in the new levels:260 wards total, including:• 20 intensive care (6 with cryogenic capsules instead of beds)
• 4 dedicated mental health (2 with neural-imaging oneiroscopes)
• 8 quarantine (individual cells)
• 150 operating theatres
• 10 cybernetics labs, to include a specialist neural interface centre
• 15 genetics labs, to include sequencing, molecular, immunology, and cytogenetics
• 30 pharmaceutical dispensariesThe interior of the new wards include:• 4,800 beds (including 200 for larger-than-human auxilia and 100 for smaller-than-human auxilia)
• 300 medical tanks (200 kolto, 100 bacta)
• 60 cryogenic capsules
• 3,198 doctors
• 7,720 nurses and medical droids (combined)
• 22,191 support staff including logistics droidsSpecifics:• All operating theatres are equipped with tactile imagers, deep-tissue bio scanners, and two permanent surgical droids
• All intensive care units are supplemented with one organ growth lab each
• All supply cabinets are fully stocked with modern equipment, subject to bi-monthly inspection

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Darth Immanitas is a tall, lithe woman. She is consistently underweight, though one could wonder whether it's because she works so much that she forgets to eat, or whether her grueling training regimen is responsible. She is almost always clad in some form of black, whether it's full armour or simple robes.Thanks in large part to her significant connection to the Dark Side of the Force, she has eyes that glow a deep crimson, easily discernable in low-light environments. The left side of her face is marred by burn scars that she must wear with pride- otherwise she might have had them healed years ago. Her black hair is almost always tied back in a simple ponytail, as if she's always prepared for the prospect of combat; otherwise, she just likes it that way. Her skin is a very pale white, with veins clearly visible beneath the skin.Beneath the armour is where the majority of her distinguishing features lay; she is clad nearly head to toe in Sith tattoos- all of which are in the styles her family has used for thousands of years- all harsh lines and sharp edges, deep black against her pale skin. She is also clad in many scars that are not readily invisible; one in particular reaches from the left side of her chest to her right hip, a clean burn scar that is almost certaintly a lightsaber wound.

Known Relatives

• Darth Setikeja (Rhys Ivelisse) - Grandfather (Deceased)

• Advisor Davin Ivelisse - Father (Deceased)

• Kelsa Ivelisse - Mother (Deceased)

• Lella Ivelisse - Sister (Presumed Deceased)

• Darth Huqai - Uncle

• Lord Trucida - Niece

Apprentices

• Apprentice Mal'shar (Previous)

• Lord Khreon (Previous)

• Lord Arlara (Previous)

• Lord Narjes (Previous)

• Lord Azariis (Current)

• Apprentice Sanryl Orenu (Previous)

Personal Associates

• Ivania Oato

• Darth Sirenis

• Darth Iroas

• Darth Acerbus

Professional Associates

• Darth Iroas

• Darth Acerbus

• Darth Vorenus

• Lord Se'naya

• Lord Jen'saraai

• Lord Sovas

• Volition Powerbase

• Moff Naolo (Imperial Navy/Ministry of War)

• Moff Heitmann (Adjustant, Military Command)

• Lieutenant Mar'eyce (Intelligence/Imperial Army)

• Inspector Eilex Arloss (Intelligence Liaison)

• Darth Sirenis (Partner/Sith)

• Darth Verendus (Command staff, 6th Fleet)

• Commodore Rajus (Commander, privateer task force)

• Aerax Grimes (Commander, Black Canyon Security)

• Isaac Malko (Commander, Black Canyon Security)

• Lord Vinice Vekor (Special Forces Sith Attache)

"A Sith knows when to unleash the fury of the dark side, and when to hold back. Patience can be a weapon if you know how to use it, and your anger can fuel the dark side if you learn how to control it."
__________________________________________________________________________________________Determined. Relentless. From a young age, Sephe encapsulated these words under the tutelage of her Grandfather. She trained ferociously even before she entered the Academy on Korriban, and doubly so when her life was on the line- many times- on that storied planet.Darth Immanitas, now, approaches almost everything with a pragmatic slant. Each interaction with outside forces is aimed at being beneficial to the wider Empire, second only to the growth and tending of her own powerbase. Even that focus on growing and tending her own powerbase sees the benefit of the Empire as a primary goal, despite her activities that land squarely outside of the Empire's purview.Most interaction within the Empire, or with other Sith, are approached with a purely political eye. She sees advantages and disadvantages in everyone she interacts with, from random Imperials and Sith to people that reside within her own expansive powerbase. Most people are simply leveraged into other interactions, greater standing in the Empire, used as stepping stones to acquire more. The rest are close confidants, close allies, and people- Sith or otherwise- who have pledged loyalty to her and her powerbase.Outside of political interactions, she could be defined as cold, except perhaps with a select few that are close to her. She tends to look down her nose at frivolous activities that don't also have political ramifications; a night at the bar is something unheard of, but drinking with a political opponent- soon to be ally- is well within her wheelhouse.Darth Immanitas approaches her lofty position in the Empire with a great deal of pragmatism; hard work and hard-gained power are responsible for her position, now, and so that is what keeps her there. She performs above and beyond what superiors might expect, even with the distractions of her own large powerbase, and serves the Empire with distinction, as a Sith of high standing should.

Disclaimer: Darth Immanitas was created at the very beginning of SWTOR- starting as the acolyte Sephe Ivelisse- and was roleplayed through the various echelons of Sith society. She is now more of a roleplay provider, and very rarely directly interacts in events and such. She is extremely overpowered, mostly due to the various amounts of roleplay that she has been a part of over a decade. Immanitas is almost never used in any action oriented events, and is only ever portrayed in political and diplomatic scenarios.Gear:
Sephe is usually adorned in her combat armour, a mixture of lighter protective metals woven with beskar. While the armour is lightweight and allows her a degree of mobility, something required of an Ataru practitioner, she is fairly well protected. She almost always utilizes a rebreather unless in private. Underneath the armour she wears a light and form-fitting bodysuit of micronized Mandalorian iron weave, obtained at great cost and time from a Smuggler and his contacts.Recently, she has begun to wear a more advanced style of armour. While heavier, this armour offers her a greater degree of protection than past iterations, though it has the effect of slowing her down slightly. It also comes with a common suite of life support enhancers, allowing the user to monitor their blood exygen level, heartrate, toxin filtration, and much more. This armour is made from layered plates of pirated beskar, lined with the micronised version she wears at all times as an undersuit. In addition, she has adopted a full mask made of the same material, but inlaid with an electronic suite that connects to her local command net, giving her a relatively advanced HUD that relays battlefield information directly into her visual sight.Commonly carried items:
A mainhand lightsaber and offhand shoto, etched with carvings of a Dark Side nature with white lignan crystals, obtained during an exploration mission with her Apprentice Lucaah. A small datapad with attached comm device/holo, miscellaneous effects (Credits, dataspikes, etc), and a ritual combat knife usually kept underneath the back of her armour, just above the belt.She commonly wears a chain around her neck with a small, pyramid shaped holocron that is a deep onyx with gold filigree detailed along the sharp edges. This holocron seems to be quite loud in the Force, and can serve as a point of distraction for Sith that are not yet fully attuned to their power in the Dark Side.Skills:Combat:Lightsaber Combat- Ataru, Juyo, Soresu, Makashi: Mastery/AdeptImmanitas has immersed in lightsaber combat since she was a pre-teen. Not only did her family enroll her in their own finishing school to teach the foundations of everything combat oriented, but as a potential scion of her family, she was pressed into a great deal more training than the average attendee from her family.By the time she landed on Korriban, she was already well versed in the basics of each form, and was showing a remarkable aptitude for Ataru. The crucible of Korriban only further strengthened her combat aptitude, and by the time she was removed from Korriban by Darth Setikeja she was showing signs of mastery in that single form.Her late teens and twenties were filled to the brim with combat, where she was alternately working alongside an Imperial Military unit and hunting random Jedi, further increasing her aptitude in this arena. Her constant contact with all forms of combat highlighted both a need to learn more and a true interest in the fighting forms of the Sith, spawning a long training regimen to master other forms. She now prefers to use a mixture of Soresu and Juyo, but will occasionally return to her Ataru roots should the situation call for it.Teräs Käsi: MasterIn between stints of combat in her twenties, Immanitas returned to the finishing academy of her family to begin layering her combat with a more martial focus. Teräs Käsi was the first thing taught to her there, and from the first kata she was in love. She dove into this training with a gusto likely not seen from a student for some time; her unheatlhy interest in combat forms drove her to excel at Teräs Käsi as she had excelled at everything in her life up to that point. When she left the academy, she had a firm grasp on the basics of the martial art. Time, patience, and persistent training has created a Teräs Käsi master.Strategy and Tactics: MasterAs time went on, Immanitas' interest in combat graduated from small scale warfare to the larger side of things. As she progressed up the Sith food chain, it was made clear to her by mentors and masters alike that she would need to widen her focus. She had no interest, before, in strategy on a wider scale; moving around a battlefield safely and with deadly purpose was enough for her.Always adaptable, however, is Immanitas. She took the time to learn, and then began to put basic teaching into action in larger scale environments. Today, she is a master of tactics and strategy, standing among some of the best minds in the Empire. However, with Imperial tactics and strategy also comes doctrine, and a lean toward some destructive habits; while her early life leads her to value the lives of the men and women who serve her, she also has a tendency to hyper-focus on her battlefield goals, leading to a truly Imperial view on these subjects. Casualties are usually inevitable.Control:Tapas, Detoxify, Alchaka, Art of Movement, Forced Knowledge (Enlightenment), Force Body: Mix of Mastery and AdeptHalf a century of using and exploring what is available to her in the Force has given way to a great deal of powers in the Force that some never get to touch. Her extreme training regimen and meditations have shown her some innate power she didn't know she had, particularly under the auspices of control. She has learned, through decades, how to push her body to the extreme, and how to bend the Force to her will to keep her healthy and expand her abilities even futher. The marriage of these sections of "control" and her grueling training regimen have led to her abilities, both physical and mental, being incredibly intense. Her body can keep fighting long after a normal human would tire and wither, can digest poisons that would kill a bantha, and endure pain that ten Mandalorians together couldn't handle.Sense:Force Sense, Shatterpoints, Suppression, Precognition, Vision, Shadow Vision, Telepathy: MasterThe Sense aspect of the Force came to Immanitas late in life. Though she never struggled with seeing seconds into the future during combat or seeing minor changes in an opponent as they fought, it was always something that was just a bit out of reach, the edge of the cliff just one centimeter away.In her mid-twenties, Immanitas was privy to something special. Darth Setikeja, her grandfather, gave her a mission. This wasn't an ordinary mission for a young Sith; this was something that would take careful planning and resolve. This was the first kill of a Jedi Master, unheard of for someone of her station. Though she approached the assignment with her usual gusto, her preparations weren't enough, and the Master was able to easily best her. However, in her time of need and just before sustaining a fatal injury, something rushed into her being; she was able to connect with something she had always seen just outside of her vision. Lightsaber combat became something of ease after that point, able to see minute changes in stance and tiny mistakes, and capitalise on them. All of the sense variations seemed to work in tandem to enhance her combat and defenses, and left her feeling more powerful than ever.Alter:*Lightning, Drain, Malacia, all branches of Telekinetics, all branches of Sorcery, Battle Meditation, Alter environment abilities, Fear, Scream, Wound, Shard, Darkshear, Control, Spirit Enhancement, "Shadow Mastery"
hidden abilities are in redAbilities are a mixture of adept and mastery, as alter has a wide variety of skills that Immanitas has some skill in.*“Why fear to reanimate ALL the possibilities that lie dormant in our natures? Is it not desirable to cultivate all plants indiscriminately? There are those that are poisonous, true, yet even these are indispensable in the practice of medicine. Large doses of certain drugs cause death; but, administered wisely with the hand of a skillful physician, they bring relief and very often a complete cure. The same may be said of many forces that are evil only because they are not disciplined.”There was a time when Immanitas was completely cut off from the Alter side of the Force. From a young age, she focused wholly on the practical combat aspects of the Force, and paid little attention to anything else; to fight was to survive. This served her even into her early adult years, through abusive masters and those that would use her abilities against her.And then, something came alive inside of her when Setikeja showed her something her family had been keeping commune with for some time; the guardians of temples like Gatota, Wardens and Warriors both, who had for time immaterial served the Ivelisse clan, even back to the time of the first Jen'ari. With their help, the palate of alteration in the Force was opened in the fledgling woman, giving her the ability to touch a wide range of power in the Force previously inaccessible. She struggled with their use and the deal that was made, at first, but then it was easy to see that discipline and careful, studious use was much better than ignorance. She now uses a wide array of Alter abilities, and has a near perfect connection to some of them.Miscellaneous:Underworld Dealing | Master (+6)
Artificing | Master (+6)
Strategy/Tactics | Master (+6)
Flying | Novice (+2)
Persuasion | Master (+6)
Intimidation | Master (+6)Flaws:1. Glowing Eyes: Sephe's communion with the Dark Side makes her eyes a lambent red, easily discernible in a crowd of other humans. This lends itself to a complete inability to blend in, no matter where she is.2. Infertile: A life of combat is full of unfortunate injuries. She is unable to bear children without alchemical or scientific aid, and even then she is hesitant to do so; her injury was a product of the Force, she feels, and it would be arrogance of the highest degree to go against that. Despite her outward dislike of some children, or the thought of having her own, she is usually quite nurturing around them.3. Hatred: A near lifetime of hunting down and destroying Jedi has made Immanitas hate the Jedi and their ways almost to her core. Though she will never abandon the core of a mission to eliminate Jedi, she will almost certaintly do her best to ensure that if a Jedi is present on the field, she will meet and defeat them. Their ways are anathema to her and her family, and destruction of their Order is the only viable solution; one Jedi at a time.4. Compulsion: A compulsion for individual perfection. This compulsion continually drives Sephe to improve, and can lead to poor moods and irrational anger when improvement is slower than she feels it should be.5. Dark Side Corruption: To go along with the lambent red eyes, Sephe's skin is very pale, with varicose veins underneath easily seen. This makes any attempt at subterfuge nearly impossible, as she would stand out amongst other humans who are not victims of their deep communion with the Dark Side of the Force. Her communion with the Dark Side also makes her a veritable beacon of Dark Side energy, easily discernible by Jedi unless previously hidden.6. Affection: Sephe is very close to a number of unnamed individuals. Her judgment is extremely questionable, and flawed, when it comes to these individuals. Don't expect a level head, or particularly Sithy analysis, when these people are in danger or otherwise in harm's way.7. Workaholic: While this may not seem like a flaw, it can be. Sephe trains for hours in the morning, then begins her 12-14 hour days. This work ethic lends itself to exhaustion, irritation, and abbreviated conversation. In addition, her time spent working on powerbase business, and training matters leaves little time for enjoyment and networking.8. Family Prestige: Immanitas' family have been upstanding members, and Sith, of the Empire since Vitiate led the Sith Empire to Dromund Kaas. With such a storied and upstanding history, Sephe is pressured to uphold the values she was instilled with and live up to the standards set forth by her late Grandfather. Everything she does is done with a greater goal in mind: Leave a lasting legacy for the improvement of the Sith Empire. This can lend itself to overthinking situations and sometimes even altogether refusing what she might call "shortsightedness".9. Connection to Dark Side spirits: Immanitas' family have been connected to a group of old beings that serve the Dark Side of the Force. This connection is maintained through a collection of temples, each of them serving a different function and allowing knowledge of a different kind. Were one of these temples destroyed somehow, the breadth of the connection with them would paralyse Immanitas for some time; she communes with these "spirits" regularly, and they lend her their power.10. Dark Side Presence: Immanitas' presence is easily discernible, likely from kilometers away. Usually, this is a bonus; other Sith can feel her power and react accordingly, but in circumstances that require stealth she is absolutely useless. Attempts to smother her presence are met with varying degrees of success, but she is never able to fully conceal it.11. Sith tattoos and scars: Were Immanitas seen without armour by an enemy, she would immediately be marked as a Sith. From neck to feet, her body is inlaid with a great deal of intricate tattoos that indicate her power in the Force, and many of them are symbolic of her family; harsh lines and edges, perfectly visceral. Her body is likewise covered in scars, some of which are tattooed over and some that are not, indicative of a life filled with combat. Notable scars include burn scars on the left side of her face, and a scar obviously created by a lightsaber strike, running from her right breast to her left hip.Number of Flaws: 11Outstanding physical or mental problems:Psychological Functional Assessment and Treatment Recommendation

Stories that go into history a bit:A Familiar Face (An exploration of a critical figure of Sephe's teenage years
The Temple (a forum rp that explores the Dark Side temples of Immanitas' family
INN Special Report: Terrorist Attack over Taris (Attacks on the powerbase holdings, before their movement to Serenno)
The Labyrinth, Adrift in Nothing (Lost after a particularly violent "end")
__________________________________________________________________________________________Early years:Immanitas- born Sephe Ivelisse- is the daughter of Kelsa and Davin Ivelisse. The Ivelisse family is an odd one in the Empire, where most of the family tree carries the red mark, but the prime family line has eventually bred it out; other sides of the family, even those that carry the red mark, are now vassals under the primary line, and this has only grown during Immanitas' tenure as the matriarch. Though each outward Human carries a good deal of Pureblood genes, none in the prime line have produced the red mark in over eighty years.Sephe was born on Dromund Kaas, in the year 27 BTC. Her parents were a part of the diplomatic corps, both Sith Lords of fairly positive repute; at this point in time, Darth Setikeja (born Rhys Ivelisse) was the patriarch of the family. In the course of the war- specifically during Darth Vich's insurrection against the Dark Council- both of her parents were killed. Darth Setikeja took over the training, education, and raising of the young Sephe Ivelisse. Never knowing her parents beyond extremely vague memories, Sephe accepted this easily.By the time she could walk, Sephe could quite easily touch and manipulate the Force, thanks in large part to the teachings of Darth Setikeja. She was enrolled in a finishing school on Dromund Kaas; one of many academies that prepared born Sith to survive the cutthroat academies of the Empire.Korriban:Not much is known of Sephe's time on Korriban. She completed her trials fairly quickly- likely in large part because of the finishing schools and outside trainers she had before she was of age to actually attend an Academy- and was known to be fairly ruthless with her fellow students.As she was near graduation at 16, she was introduced to an Imperial Commander named Braltir. He would form the the basis of her respect for Imperial ways; before this, she was not introduced, nor had any interaction with, any other Imperials, and in fact had a good deal of disdain for those she saw as lesser than herself. With an introduction to Commander Braltir and his Special Forces, that would change.Young adult:Sephe, quickly on the path to becoming a Lord, immediately entered the service of Darth Setikeja with Commander Braltir, hunting down rogue Sith and Jedi that infiltrated the Empire. She was already extremely adept in combat scenarious, and this stint of time saw her power and abilities grow a great deal. She spent ten years following Commander Braltir and his squad of Special Forces soldiers, eventually rising to the station of Lord for her efforts in hunting down and eliminating rogue elements within the Empire. When Commander Braltir was killed in action, she decided to begin her own path in the Empire, eventually joining another Special Forces group that specialised in high risk operations; Death's Regiment. She was extremely active within this regiment, following the Imperials and other Sith into high risk, often near-suicidal missions, and always surviving- though others did not.Powerbase formation:During her time in Death's Regiment, Sephe met a Sith she actually enjoyed spending time with; Darth Sirenis. During one of many extra-curricular bar crawls and social events, Darth Sirenis and the newly branded Darth Immanitas hatched a plan to join their forces and make an attempt to join an already formed powerbase. Though turbulent-rife with political and military dangers- and ultimately aborted, this attempt led to the formation of a small (eventually large) Expeditionary Fleet; the Sixth. Darth Immanitas and Darth Sirenis formulated this fleet to react swiftly against threats of the Empire, and, eventually, to act as a forward scout for unclaimed systems. The Sixth Expeditionary Fleet was successful in claiming several systems for the Empire, chief among them the planet Paralian.Height of the powerbase:Now, Darth Immanitas controls- thought not necessarily commands- a wide array of fleets and stationary systems. Several vassals control different fleets, each reporting directly to Darth Immanitas. Under her direct purview is the Gauntlet Shipyards over Serenno, and the Lighthouse, each specialising in different functions, whether research or shipbuilding, the control of Isotope-5, and the systems created and designed to use it. A good deal of her current power comes not only from her lofty position in Military Command, but also from an obscene stockpile of the remaining Isotope-5 (fully vetted by the Empire, of course).Sphere of Mysteries:Darth Immanitas learned early in her career that the majority of her family was embroiled in the Sphere of Mysteries; first as a relatively isolated and independent faction, and then as a faction tied more closely to the Empire after Empress Acina's reforms. Darth Immanitas first worked for Mysteries as she forged her place in Military Offense, reporting various movements and the wishes of her superiors to the Sphere and the Councilor himself; now, she sits on the foundational council, while still fulfilling her duties in Military Command. Most of her duties for Mysteries are simply reporting the movements and activities of her fellow Sith, though she has recently gone to great lengths to increase the reach and bite of the Sphere she swore loyalty to years ago.

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Imperial database #18819-DS-DK

Darth Acerbus is a lean, tall individual. While not as muscular or broad shouldered as those of his same height, he is far from lithe, a muscular body built upon training and discipline hidden beneath bulking black armor, or well tailored black silks with hints of gold, a note about his nobility and house colors.After long years of service as a Sith, his body has completely bathed in the Dark Side, with pale skin, dark veins under it, and lambent crimson eyes the first sign of such strong connection to the Dark Side. platinum-grey hair is most of the time combed and worn in an official hairstyle, while his beard is well trimmed and kept short but notorious.Beneath the armor, his body is littered by scars of battle, however the most notorious is that dark mark across his chest, the gash resembling the usage of a dagger to carve into his lungs, and two long slashes in his stomach. Along some of the lines of his muscles, as well, rests scars tracing them, part of a healing process to recover them long ago. It is above some of the largest of them all that a few alchemical symbols sit, all made out of scarred skin, just a more clear pale pattern

Known Relatives

• Darth Amadock (Alexandrer Savrett) - Father (Deceased)

• Lord Cabreas (Julianna Savrett) - Mother (Deceased)

• Darth Cruziux (Cirtas Savrett) - Younger Brother

• Aleire Savrett - Youngest Sister

• Darth Sonne - Uncle

• Darth Bordeas - Cousin

• Lord Yania / Elexia Savrett - Cousin

• Ashara Savrett - Niece

Apprentices

• Lord Vanmare (Previous)

• Apprentice Jerrax Edenharm

• Apprentice Zarz LaVelle

• Apprentice Seras Ivorath

• Apprentice Nephivah Ivorath

• Apprentice Zatyr Raxia

Personal Associates

• Lord Se'naya (Fiance)

• Darth Iroas

• Darth Immanitas

• Darth Vorenus

• Apprentices

• Cipher 78

Professional Associates

• Darth Immanitas

• Darth Iroas

• Darth Vorenus

• Darth Praecantor

• Darth Marrat

• Darth Atrifex

• Lord Se'naya

• Lord Taral

• Lord Trucida

• Lord Azariis

• House Savrett Powerbase

• Volition Powerbase

• Clan Naast of Concord Dawn

• Imperial Advanced Warfare Research Division

• Darth Sirenis

• Westir Thom (Secret associate)

• Taar Kreiz (Personal Boba Fett Cosplayer)

• Blackwall Dynamics

• Dromund Kalakar Fuel Corporation

• Moonscyk Mining

"To understand the Dark Side you must suffer through hardship and struggle."
__________________________________________________________________________________________Severe, Strong Willed, Disciplined, Prideful. Many words have often been used to describe Darth Acerbus, formerly known as Dhantioch Savrett. Arrogance, taciturn and pride is very much the imprint he leaves at face value, a man of little words for those he knows very little, except for the acerbic nature of his prodding and poking.While born as the eldest of a set of three, Dhantioch has always felt the need to prove himself the perfect scion for a legacy of one of the oldest Sith Houses, which after years of test and might accumulated, have left a brooding somberness on his expression, as he expects such a toll from the others he encounters.Beyond simple demeanor, his current position as one of the key members of Darth Immanitas’ powerbase, and notorious ranking between the many vice ministers and deputies of the Sphere of Civil Administration encourages political behavior, and he has elevated himself as a strong, hard working member of the upper echelon within this arm of the Empire’s government. Usually seen as severe with those who spend resources recklessly, and fair as those who achieve success without taxing the overall budget of the Empire, or acquire valuable resources, he has become one of the many polarizing controllers of resources within the Empire.However, it is his true nature within private walls that he relaxes, an enjoyer of music, deep talks, and familiarity. He spends significant time within either his Kaasian Estate, and usual relaxation spot that Powerbase and House offers. The new Patriarch of House Savrett does not often make an appearance in the many evenings of socializing the Sith House offers, but when he does, he usually surrounds him with those who have managed to enter his limited close circle, with luxuries proper of his station. And yet, in those moments, his mind does not stop reflecting the brooding silence he usually wraps himself, and animal instinct he uses to almost always try to come favorably of any interaction.

"Only those with the power to control the Dark Side can ever truly be free."
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Darth Acerbus currently wears a ornate, styled, black heavy armor, almost resembling a knight of old. The armor is made from a Beskar outer alloy over durasteel plates and armorweave reinforced silks. The armor appears to be enhanced in the Force, with the flow of it becoming much quicker and smoother around it. In other settings, he uses long smooth dress clothes from different materials and colorations, with different luxurious accessories. His biggest piece of equipment is his featureless helmet, which contains projected sensors for different ranges, like thermal, night vision, electromagnetic, and many others. It also projects a command HUD for itself, with access to Imperial databases and networks, as well as the secure servers for the holonet. Equally so, it has electrical defenses, with a scrambling feature being the most prominent. It makes Dhantioch full frame a blurring glitch in most security footage, holocameras and cybernetic ocular implants.Commonly carried items:
Acerbus usually has on his person his pair of lightsabers, one made with an ornate electrum hilt, able to produce a fine blade perfect for piercing through enemies defenses and armor, and the other with a crossguard made of cortosis and durasteel, able to withstand heavy strikes. Their overall designs support Darth Acerbus brand of dual blade fighting. In his belt, he has an array of two to three datapads, an holocommunicator, a grappling hook and wrist launcher, a set of medical supplies and replenishments, and a small slicing console.Skills:Combat:Lightsaber Combat- Shii-Cho, Juyo, Soresu, Makashi, Niman, Jar Kai: MasterIt is only through strife and the most enduring of violent conflicts that a Sith reaches its higher form; a sentient being that feels as if war is second nature. Lightsaber combat is the translation of this, and the ability to master it only comes to those who dedicate their lives to mastering themselves as a weapon. Acerbus has made that discipline his own, and as such it’s obvious his ability to fight with lightsabers has been a focus of decades of training and knowledge-seeking.Makashii and Juyo came quickly to him, as the tall Sith embraced the noble and Sith blood within him as a call to elegance, and bloodshed. His father made sure that he had already been trained in such when he arrived in Korriban, and by the time Darth J’harrin plucked him as his chosen one, Acerbus had impressed and dressed in blood multiple tombs and ritual combat scenarios, before he even wielded a lightsaber.However, the biggest expression of his battle prowess came as he learned Jar’kai in order to dual wield lightsabers. Basking into the technique developed thousand of years ago, Acerbus stands out among dual wielding users for instead of using a shoto and lean into the quickness of Ataru, he combined the aggression of Juyo and the precise nature of Makashii into the teachings of Jar’kai by using two classic lightsabers, dashing waves of assault with one arm while the other deflects, faints and ripostes aiming to seek any openings in the defense of his opponents.Years of combat and training has formed a strong base for him to pivot into other combat styles; from the defensively focused Soresu in order to combat waves of blasterfire, to the more jack-of-all-trades Niman, which has allowed him to even make more use of his vast power over the Force, a style that drives the flow of his sorcery as a Sith into new heights without sacrificing combat prowess.Imperial Martial Arts: MasterDuring brief stints in Military Offense, and under the guidance of his father, Dhantioch joined the Empire's special forces squadrons in their martial arts training. Heavily inspired from old and ancient close combat masters of the Empire, Dhantioch took to the training with both an exemplary discipline and a high intrinsic talent for it. Size and raw strength were at his call, and through life, his ability with it has been cared for so much that he often acts as a guest instructor in several academies of the Imperial Army or Sith academies. While the martial arts themselves are not quite advanced or complex, they are brutally efficient.Strategy and Tactics: AdeptWhile not much of a follower of the art of war, Dhantioch has been on the field constantly through his life, and the tactical gatherings, strategy meetings, and long-winder theater reports has bled some of its knowledge into him. Not much of an avid tactician, he's able to assign roles, offer tactical insight, and design basic strategies with relative ease, depending on how much pressure he's facing.General Force AbilitiesTelekinesis, Force Body, Force Strength, Force Speed, Force Jump, Force Sight, Force Sense, Thought Shield, Art of Movement, Control Pain, Tutaminis, Tapas, Detoxify : MasterIt is through endless training, and the craving of knowledge that a user of the Dark Side turns into a Sith. Peerless warriors, scholars, and studious of the Force and it’s many applications, the Savrett family has gone through the ages as zealots of the Force, which many generations of embedded into the study of the ancient, the old traditions, and the delving into the Force through meditation. Rituals done, libraries filled, dueling rings builts and marriages arranged to purify the bloodline into perfect warriors of the Dark Side.All these actions have decanted within Darth Acerbus’ current mastery of the Force. A gifted student since he was a child, he grew accustomed to enhancing his body one way or another, forced into hours of meditation and training regime by a stoic father, with telekinesis and the defense of his mind the first pillars he constructed. When his twenties came, and as his body endured scars and wounds that would take dozens of years to be mended, he trained his mind, hoarding knowledge and spending hours in the libraries of his House and the powerbases he served.It wasn’t until he arrived at Darth Immanitas doorstep that his wounds healed, and his formerly cybernetic body was made whole through alchemy and sorcery, and the knowledge exploded into mastery. His body was able to go beyond the limits of mere humans, his pain threshold increased to endure fatal wounds that would wreck weaker men, and the instincts and sensitivities of someone who was aware of his surroundings the whole time.Advanced Force AbilitiesForce Lightning, Force Slow, Mechu Deru, Force Suppression, Force Horror, Force Drain, Force Blast: MasterDarth Acerbus has powered through the barriers of his decadent view of advanced techniques, delving deeper and deeper into the Dark Side of the Force in attempts to acquire much more power than before. Power he solely controls, through no pact with entity or creature of the dark. After months of training, study and practice, the Patriarch of House Savrett has reached a level of personal prowess with the Dark Side befitting a member of his station.Secrets of the Dark SideSith Magic: AdeptEver the studious and curious being, Darth Acerbus has thrown his life now into the lot of his family: rituals and secrets of the Force that ripple through the galaxy are all of his interest, partially through his work in the Sphere of Mysteries, and inherently due to his father's footsteps and lineage with mystical artifacts and traditions that had plagued his house. Now, he seeks to tap his talent into such powers and abilities, but only through meditation, study, and overcoming his weaknesses he'll be able to push further into this realm.Flaws:1. Ruthless Loyalty: A long standing member of the inner circle of Darth Immanitas, Darth Acerbus is undyingly loyal to his patron, and mentor. Most of the time, it would translate into dedicated service and utmost efficiency, but also falls into a notable lack of ambition to break such a chain, and offers more than one side eye at another’s failure in her service. For those who unknowingly spits poison about his patron, it becomes a source of contention, and the mere mention of any sort of action would make the Sith openly hostile and resolute in their intention to stop such endeavors.2. The Pride of Those Who Dream: Darth Acerbus has often seen the Empire more as what it could and should be, not what it is. While that just shows the vision of the man, it also clouds reality in a certain way. Most of the time, Acerbus assumes that those who serve the Empire dedicate wholly to it, dutiful and supporters of the national cause. He doesn’t assume the worst of people, and can be turned into a way most could prey into his favor, as he proudly shakes concerns as mere gossip. As a logistician, sometimes it’s a hard balance to maintain, but most often than not he might sweeten deals in the name of the Empire, but unknowingly line up the agenda of another Lord.3. Intolerance of Doubt: Darth Acerbus grew as a man of structure, everything has a place in the systemic nature of the Empire, and we all fit on it. To doubt your place in the system is to become a wrench in it, and you will not find his sympathy. Reckless ambition, unconformity, even the mere mention of being ‘in the wrong position’ gets cold gazes, severe scoldings, and even the occasional choke by way of the Force. For those who betray his confidence, the powerbase, or the Empire, he only wishes death, and he will hold the grudge for long periods of time until he settles it, one way or another.4. Cold Wrath: When you grow unattached to empathy, you become a monster in war, willing to go to any lengths in terms of objectives, and to sacrifice many things for the greater good. But when you taste death, it’s cold embrace, and come back to it with the same mentality, you bring yourself into a new face of uncaring for others. Acerbus does not go out of his way to help the wounded, or mend the bones of his allies, nor does he do so for his enemies. He just advances forward, cutting down enemies without remorse, bringing to them the death he escaped. Sometimes, if the sacrifice of a thousand lives is necessary for a victory that could bring great success to the Empire, he will not hesitate in throwing lives away to turn it into a necessary sacrifice. Quite the hypocrite.5. The Goal of All Life is Death (ties in with "Cold Wrath"): Acerbus is a sadistic enemy to have, nihilistic in his view of life; you grow, you become attached, you love and laugh, you build power, only for all to fall apart when death finds you, unaware and terrified. It is this philosophy that rules his approach to conflict, where there isn't ,and never will be, rules. War is Chaos, and the dark urges of a Sith must meet its quota. He takes great delight in dissecting enemies slowly, taking his time in enjoying their pain, sometimes even prolonging engagements more than necessary because the intoxication runs deep. The wounded are mere toys for him, usually mocked and tortured until they expire. There is no mercy he gives to those in the Republic or who cross him, and if you’re captured, may your soul find rest after he’s done with you.6. Brooding Silence: There are many words in the Empire, and even more who command rooms and reunions with long speeches, masterful orators that can levy an army out of listeners alone. Acerbus is not that. He listens intently, he keeps secrets, and he shares when he finds it convenient. However, born into a family who often found secrecy as their favorite pastime, and now working within even more secret groups, he has developed the unhealthy habit of falling into his own thoughts and reasoning out of his brooding nature. He does not share his emotions or initial ideas unless prompted to, and while he may convey it in an understandable manner, it is properly difficult to follow the reasoning of a man who does not share what he is reasoning about.7. Superior (ties with "Brooding Silence"): The brooding nature of Darth Acerbus hides an even deeper flaw; he believes himself above everyone. It is not surprising for a Sith, but his sentiments of superiority also come from a different place. His silent reasoning and then unexplainable orders come from the idea that while those who serve under him are properly capable of carrying such orders, they would never grasp the intricate details that such ideas encompass, and it’s even more impactful when he talks to those outside the hierarchy of the Sith. He views them as people who would never understand him, as not even empathy or sympathy would truly grasp what is to feel the Force, to have the instinct and predatory nature that it grants to those who bask in the Dark Side. For Acerbus, this distinction is enough of a barrier that causes a rift between them: As they never will understand him, they only function as aides, servants, and the occasional bedfellow, but never an equal.8. The Coming Darkness: Acerbus power has increased to the point that he cannot hide himself from those who peer deeply into the Force. The nature of his curse and how long he has bathed in the Dark Side brings him forth as an abyssal creature that threatens that touched by the light. His power oozes plainly. While he’s able to suppress his presence in the Force, a Sith and a Jedi can sense him even from kilometers away, depending on their prowess.9. The Curse of Nobility: Before Darth Acerbus, he was Dhantioch Savrett, scion of House Savrett, and it's rightful heir. The childhood he grew in was not normal, sheltered and funded in comforts denied to many a Sith who went through Korriban by way of slave pens or raiding parties. He always had comforts, and his lifestyle has not changed as much right now. This createst an easy way to connect with other nobles of the Empire, or 'minor nobilities' like those that come from other planets of the Outer Rim and the Core, excluding Alderaan. However, it does leave him quite blind and disconnected from those that came from the lowest corners of the life, and while his pride might be a virtue for those who had much, it is arrogance for everyone else.10. Red Is the Heart: There's a single instance were Darth Acerbus loses all signs of reason and level-headedness; to threaten the one holding the key to his heart, is to invite a unending wrath upon yourself. The attachment he has built to Se'naya would probably dictate relationships and partnerships moving forward, as her counsel is heeded more often than not by the Patriarch. Love is the death of reason.Number of Flaws: 10

Early years:The eldest son of Darth Amadock and Lord Cabreas of House Savrett, Darth Acerbus- born Dhantioch Savrett- was one of the many scions in House Savrett, a notorious Sith House, with ancestral origins in the Arkanis Regency, that has formed a reputation for seekers of the secrets of the Force, accumulating rituals, relics and ancient holocrons as they served the Empire.Originally a Human primarily, then mixing with Pureblood ancestry, House Savrett stood as a forefront of tradition, secrets and well placed influence within the awakening Empire, but after years of diluting bloodlines and the return of human supremacy within the House, the red marks faded by the time Dhantioch first awoke in their family estate in Dromund Kaas.As part of a secondary line within the primary family, Dhantioch Savrett had expectation of success and glory earmarked for him, under the umbrella of the secretive but stalwart Darth Amadock, his father and early mentor. Before he could walk, he was already gifted within the Force, and before he would learn games of kids his age, he knew the principles of the Sith Code and tradition. It was only until he was sent to Korriban that his father’s tutelage would pay dividends, while his parents moved their focus to Dhantioch’s younger brother Cirtas, and the youngest Aleire.Korriban and Darth J’harrin’s Apprentice:In Korriban, Dhantioch Savrett was a cruel, competitive acolyte. Surpassing most in their trials due to his in house training, he was a thoroughly arrogant acolyte with the penchant for instigating within the Academy, but not much else. Studious, but deeply coveted not because of himself, but his father’s influence. It was this that brought Dhantioch’s apprenticeship to Darth J’harrin, an old Pureblood within Military Offense that formalized his alliance with Darth Amadock by making Dhantioch his apprentice.Known as an arrogant, refined Sith of high birth, Dhantioch was stripped from most of the decorum and poise he carried in order to wield anger and hatred, shouldering the far excessive methods of training J’harrin used. It was J’harrin that, after an excruciatingly brutal training session, removed a hand from the young apprentice, and began the path of replacing the man’s limbs with electronic replacements.Serving within the many assault task forces that J’harrin dispatched in invasions, Dhantioch served for a single year of war before the Treaty was signed on his 18th birthday. However, J’harrin did not have to wait long for the Cold War to heat up, and Dhantioch went from the dueling pens to the battlegrounds once again. It was during the second coming of this war that J’harrin’s last fateful deployment in one of the many battles of Rhen Var. His failure on a tactical and strategic theater brought him shame and disgrace, and after a catastrophic battle, Dhantioch snapped. His body almost half cybernetic, he had no pause while overpowering the frail and now pathetic Dark Lord, and with leave from the Sphere of Justice, Dhantioch executed J’harrin in cold blood, and ascended.The Cyborg Lord:As a newly christened Lord Savrett, but also a half cyborg with no proper place in war, Dhantioch retreated to a hobby he once was adept in, but left forgone as the machinations of war pulled him from side to side: technology and engineering. He settled himself within Technology as an inventor and researcher, forging new weapons and helping standardized Imperial means of production and architecture.However, this decision proved fatal for his familiar influence. Already an ostracized member due to his implants, and the shady ways of ascension, it all ended when Amadock himself made his child exile himself after choosing his younger brother, then Lord Cirtas as well, to inherit his place in the House as the Relic Keeper, and more importantly, the guardian of a mysterious being of power that the House worshiped secretly. While clashes happened between both, it was the isolationist nature of Dhantioch that ended up deciding that he would stay away from family affairs, carving himself a natural island within Technology.However, his idea of peace would not last, as the Eternal Empire attacked, and Dhantioch was embroiled in years of internal strife within House Savrett as the mainline family pulled into a more traditional approach, while the secondary lines wished to follow Empress Acina, eventually leading into pragmatism and a more accepting policy for Sith, and usher in a new epoch for House Savrett. Fate was thrown when Amadock, in the spur of a moment, turned against the mainline family, and the massacre of many traitorous Sith was completed.A New Heir. A New PowerbaseHowever, after Amadock ended the conflict, and the new order Empress Acina forged began to rebuild, a strong question remained. With the now favored Darth Cruziux- formerly Cirtas -and Lord Savrett in conflict, the position of heir was a constant flux as years came by. It wasn’t until Lord Savrett, and eventually Amadock himself, bent the knee to Darth Immanitas that the final movements were in place. Amadock embraced the mysterious being known as the Stranger, and moved to unseat Immanitas herself, but a reconstituted Dhantioch Savrett, after Immanitas patronage, ended his reign, and seated Cruziux as the new Patriarch.Dhantioch spat on his brother, sealing him to months of instability as he continued to rise in power and influence.Recent Times, and Sphere of Mysteries:After proving himself worthy time and time again, and under the mentorship of Darth Huqai, Darth Immanitas uncle, Dhantioch Savrett became Darth Acerbus, and embraced his legacy as a ruler and administrator, not an inventor. Rising from Technology to Civil Administration, and with Cruziux proving himself unfit to lead House Savrett, Darth Acerbus reclaimed his birthright as new helm of the house, the new Patriarch.This new position made him understand several secrets within the House, specially the positions within the Sphere of Mysteries multiple members held, including his father. Finding common purpose with Darth Immanitas, Darth Acerbus entered as a servant of the infamous Pyramid of Assassin’s, and now works as one of the many members within her powerbase that serve in this duality of purpose, increasing the Empire’s budgetary and material supplies while quietly reporting the movements, requisitions and embargoes to the Sphere.Forming a strong personal powerbase in his House after a year of reforms and streamlining, and a favorable reputation within the highest echelons of Sith Society, Darth Acerbus continues to serve as a leader, counselor and warrior for his loyalties, be it the Empire, Darth Immanitas, or himself.

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"If the galaxy were at peace, what would we have left? Against what would we test ourselves? A Sith needs war like it needs air. Without conflict, without struggle - we stagnate. Stagnation - to us, my dear - is death."
__________________________________________________________________________________________Driven hard from a very young age, Darth Iroas - previously Adani Shadows - was almost literally bred to grow into the life of a Sith. That being said, while the Force and its intricacies come easily to the woman, political maneuvering is a skill that can only be gained through trial, error, and experience. As a relatively new Dark Lord, she is still very much learning the ins and outs of political intrigue - despite what exposure she had during her tenure as a Sith Lord.On a first meeting, most would find Darth Iroas to be blunt, brash, and quite outspoken. She is a woman who either has little care for the opinions of others or little patience for them. Even still, it is not a rare thing to see her crack a joke (often times at the expense of others) or laughing along with one. She has zero tolerance for those who would verbally or physically assault her, and will respond in kind to anything she deems as disrespectful or threatening. This can - and often does - devolve into outright volatility, especially if she's pushed past a first incident.Those that can push past her caustic exterior will find an extremely competent commander who prioritizes the lives of those under her and detests waste. As a military Sith she takes great strides to ensure the success of her operations, and will typically spend days or weeks preparing for an upcoming deployment - often at the expense of sleep. In emergency situations where there is no time to plan, she is also quite adaptable and makes effective use of improvised and unorthodox tactics when needed to leverage an advantage over her enemy.Privately, she is a deeply caring individual who will go to great lengths to defend those close to her. This trait, unfortunately, does not extend far past her own inner circle. With an estranged family, a very tight circle of friends, and much of a life spent as a loner, she finds difficulty in forming new connections and will often keep people she doesn't know - and sometimes those she does - at arm's length. To live as a Sith, after all, is to dwell within a den of wolves - wolves that are constantly hungry and have no qualms about eating their own.

"Your lightsaber and the Force are versatile weapons which can get you through almost any situation. For the few they can't, keep a couple grenades."
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On a typical day, Iroas will sport medium-grade armor designed for moderate protection while still allowing high mobility. More often of late, she has foregone this set in favor of much heavier and sturdier powered assault armor, which provides superior protection at the cost of speed. The powered suit allows her to perform feats not usually possible with Zabrak biology, and this only becomes more impressive with augmentation from the Force. It is specially reinforced to deal with stress from this augmentation, making the woman a veritable tank on any battlefield. Tough on its own, the armor also comes equipped with a personal shield generator, which can protect her from a large amount of energy or heat. Regardless of the armor she wears, underneath she sports a full-body insulated ironweave underlay - which will protect her from most forms of damage that break through her armor - as well as forged Bes’kar bracers for her wrists.Commonly carried items:
Iroas carries only one lightsaber on her immediate person. It is a standard length blade with a two-handed hilt made of durasteel and covered in a bony shell. The weapon is a relic from her early days as an apprentice, and has been her constant tool since that time. Built originally with a curved claw on its end to provide a better Makashi-style grip, she would later come into her own as a Shien and Djem So duelist, and has since modified the hilt to suit her style better. Rumor has it that a second, much more sinister lightsaber exists - but there are few who could corroborate such a claim, if it's true at all. Her belt is typically loaded with basic first aid, credits, one or two special use grenades, and a stick flare for emergencies. At all times she wears a small black and gold holocron on a chain around her neck.Skills:Combat:Lightsaber Combat- Shii-Cho, Shien/Djem So, Juyo Master
From an early age Iroas was trained in the classic forms. Within her family's now-ruined estate on Ashas Ree, there was a tradition of training young Sith form an extremely early age. By thirteen she was at least familiar with all seven forms - though hadn't taken a particular interest in any of them until she reached Korriban. By that time the strength, brutality, and simplicity offered by Shii-Cho suited her just fine - and during her early trials was the form upon which she relied the most.As an adolescent, Iroas was quite tall and rather wiry. The more finessed lightsaber forms such as Makashi and Ataru came with great difficulty due to her frame, and as a result she took a fast liking to the more aggressive, powerful, and dominating forms. As she entered adulthood and her body filled out better, she learned to take the full advantage of her physical might as it applies to each of those forms - and she can now use that to great effect. A master of the Shien form and an artist when utilizing Djem So, she is virtually untouchable to regular soldiers and a true terror when it comes to lightsaber dueling.Late into her tenure as a Lord of the Sith, Iroas began a rigorous study of Form VII. A task she undertook to challenge herself, Juyo became an intense outlet for the woman. Hugely aggressive in its nature, she will dive deeply into her emotions as well as the Dark Side itself when utilizing the form. Form VII allows her to well and truly cut loose with her power - something, in fact, quite rarely seen these days.Regardless of the Form being used, Iroas has a tendency to sling around her power in the Force during a duel. Relying on her lightsaber alone has never been a favored strategy, and anyone facing down her blade will find themselves similarly facing down the well of power that resides within. Telekinesis is by far her favored tool, and opponents will find themselves subtly manipulated or their blade slightly turned, shoved off balance, or outright battered by unseen forces.Mixed Martial Arts: Master
Skills with a lightsaber were not the full extent of her training early in life - nor are they during the present. Iroas fits in easily with the heaviweights, and can throw a solid punch with the best of them. A brutish physical fighter using her size to its full advantage, part of what makes her such an effective duelist is her tendency to kick, throw, and grapple her opponents if they allow her the reach to do so.Strategy and Tactics: Master
During her time as an Apprentice, Iroas spent plenty of time on the front lines of battle. The end of the Cold War with the Republic was a formative time in her young life, and placed her in a position to lead small squad actions and truly experience what it meant to be a soldier. Later on, she would find herself back in a seat of military power, though on a much grander scale. Through a copious amount of experience commanding fleets and armies in battle - both real and simulated - she has become something of an adept at maneuvering a battlefield. Despite her placement in Military Strategy, she rarely finds herself strange to direct command, often times leading from the front lines herself.Physical Force Powers: Master
Force Body, Telekinesis, Tutaminis, Force Barrier, Force Armor
From a young age Iroas has had intense training that consistently pushed her to her limits. Being subjected to harsh training sessions - ranging from being shot at while disallowed a lightsaber to forcibly being made to lift weight far exceeding that or a normal person’s capability- as well as borderline ridiculous survival exercises - such as regular poisoning at breakfast or being dropped into a jungle on muscle relaxers - has forced her to be creative with her application of the Force as it applies to herself and her body. As a result, she has developed not only the ability to enhance herself to meet nearly any need she might have, but also to cleanse herself of foreign bodies and resist an impressive level of pain. Manipulating the physical Force comes as easily to her as walking, and in contests of slinging around raw power it would be unwise to challenge her.Mental Force Powers: Master/Adept
Beast Control, Dominate Mind, Force Sight, Dun Möch, Undeath (Rumored)
In the years following the Zakuul occupation, Iroas found herself restricted in her access to core Force abilities such as Force Lightning. Years spent limited by the disadvantages of a weakened body left her to focus largely on developing her mind and its full capabilities. This blossomed in her discovery of a natural affinity; the ability to easily form connections with other beings - be they sentient or otherwise. Her powers quickly branched into such areas as mental infiltration and tricks of the mind, and developed further into outright overpowering of another’s will. Similarly, her own mental defenses skyrocketed in their potency, leaving her a veritable fortress against any would-be assailants. She has learned to perceive the world around her more fully in terms of the Force, and will find little difficulty in working her way around illusions or most types of camouflage made possible with the Force - with the exception of those made by particularly skilled specialists. Generally she will apply a brute force theory to breaking the minds or traps of others, and subtlety should almost never be expected.Sorcery and Other Abilities: Adept
Darkshear, Force Destruction, Force Drain
The life of a Sith is fraught with secrets and discoveries, many of which fall into the hands of a person willing to use them for their own ends. Darth Iroas is most certainly one of those people. Each excursion into an ancient tomb or a lost planet, each delve into the depths of ancient and lost knowledge has a tendency to spark massive curiosity in the woman. Old and devastating powers discovered through such means will stick in the woman’s memory as well as trauma stays with a soldier, and those things that she discovers in her travels will be relentlessly pursued in search of greater power. From dark sorceries to uncontrolled energy, from runes and enchantments to methods of consuming life itself, she considers no ability truly beyond her, even if she makes infrequent use of many of them.Non-Combat:Alchemical Theory: Adept
Runes of Power, Object Enchantment, Bioenhancement, Toxin Synthesis
Though Iroas herself is not a practitioner of the art, she has spent a large amount of time reading, learning, and in few cases applying what knowledge she could gather of Sith Alchemy. As a distinct interest to the woman from the earliest days of her apprenticeship, she sought to pursue and outshine her Father's legacy as a renowned alchemist up until it was shown that she was simply incapable of such things. Though in recent years the true depths of her power have unlocked and these subsets of the Force are now available to her, it has come far too late for her to focus in on and master. Even still, she is familiar enough with the theoretical applications that she is able to navigate or disarm such things when the need arises.Animal Biology: Master
Iroas's talents in Beast Control led her early on into a finer interest in the less intelligent life within the galaxy. Early years spent in Biotic Science allowed her to discover what many may seem to be quite an uncommon passion, a love for animals. In the years following, she began a formal education in Biology - with a focus in Zoology - and completed it some years before her transfer into the military. Topics of interest include evolution and development, the Force and its effect on wildlife, and Force-Sensitive species such as Hssiss.Flaws:1. Alien: The Empire is not kind to those it deems inferior. Among those are anybody not Human or Sith. Adani is neither, at least not fully, and her outward appearance shows in its entirety the alien part of her ancestry. The Empress may order outreach and integration programs, but the stigmas and disadvantages remain, and they sting.2. A Lifetime of Scars: A vast majority of Iroas’s life has been spent in intense battle. She has never been one to back down from a fight, even if it’s a losing one. Such behavior leaves its scars, both physical and mental, and she has both in spades. Old burns and cuts cover most of her upper body and part of her face, which has left her skin marred and disfigured over the years. Many of her scars run deep, and anyone who might catch a glimpse of her unclothed would see a woman who looks like she'd been ripped apart and hastily stitched back together. As a result, she is averse to showing off much of her body to anyone except those she trusts in the highest regard. She also has a tendency to avoid flame-based weapons - either in use or fighting against them - as she knows firsthand what intense discomfort comes with being set ablaze. Of all the scars on her body, one sticks out the most - a deep-set scar across her throat, running the full length from one ear to the other. There are several rumors floating around about how she got it - including one that the wound actually caused her to die - and very few know the true answer. It is likely that the wider public never will.3. Alcoholic: Darth For years, Adani took to alcohol as a method of coping with stress. Over time, her tolerance grew, and she found that the levels of consumption she required previously could no longer distract her from the harsh realities of Sith life. After her ascension, she took a more controlled approach to her drinking - maintaining an attitude much more befitting of her station and keeping the habit mostly at home - but this is one demon that will likely haunt her for the rest of her life.4. Loyalty by Choice, Obedience through Force: From the start Adani held loyalty in the highest regard of positive traits. Though she seeks to emulate such desirable qualities in herself, she has a tendency to believe that she knows the best solution to any given problem, and will often work around her patrons in an effort to keep her own affairs organized as she likes. It is quite the rare person who can sway her from a path she has set her mind on, and rarer still to attain her obedience.5. Goad Me, Baby: Iroas has little patience for those who would insult or otherwise demean her. Years spent on the bottom rung, constantly bested by her enemies and allies alike, has given her something of an inferiority complex. Attacks on her person - whether verbal, physical, or mental - will almost definitely be met with humiliation or violence.6. Impulsive: Darth Iroas has a tendency to handle many situations on pure gut reactions. While she is capable of thinking logically through most things, she is a highly emotional person and will often settle on the nuclear option as a first solution to a problem - whether that means bursting out in anger, slinging her power around, or glassing a planet.7. "Stealth mission? Me?": Darth Iroas is a large woman, and a loud one. Her approach to nearly every situation is a brute force tactic, and while she understands the importance of blending in at times, it is exceedingly difficult for her to do. Between her regular use of heavy armor, her size in general, her glowing Sith eyes, and her presence in the Force it is very safe to say she will almost never take an unnoticed approach to a given situation, and on missions where such things are critical she will normally command from afar.8. Troubled Dreams and Sleepless Nights: Many years have been spent by the woman simply surviving. From war, from people, from some of the true horrors of the Force. The too-many encounters she's had with the various threats populating the galaxy have left her in a traumatized state, and the burdens, secrets, and worries she carries only serve to worsen her mental health. She rarely sleeps - and when she does it is seldom restful - due to the inevitability of the nightmares that plague her mind. Even if many of the fears she's faced in the past can no longer affect her, there are some wounds that time cannot heal.Number of Flaws: 8

Early Life:Adani Shadows was born on Ashas Ree in 0 ATC - the day of the signing. Her parents - Lord Rhise Shadows (soon to be Darth Xirix) and his then wife, Lady Ashii Shadows - were the heads of a branch family of the Pureblooded Shadows clan, who were a Noble Sith family dating back to the days of King Adas. While the branch family would never be candidates to the clan's Throne due to muddied alien DNA, they were still afforded the benefits of being proper members of the Clan. Because of this, Adani was raised with the life of a Sith in mind, and from an early age was trained as a combatant and Force user.Between her Father's expectations for her and the harshness of her tutors, Adani would grow very quickly into a confident and capable fighter long before she ever held a lightsaber. Her childhood - whatever could be called such - was filled with days of training, studying, and refining her skills, and there was little time in the young girl's life for play. The one, single exception to this came during the many visits to Kaas City with her father during which the pair would make a habit of attending the opera.Korriban:At the onset of the renewed Galactic War, the Empire would lose many Sith to battle. The rate of this loss was greater than the rate at which Korriban could reasonably turn out new Sith, and this fact - combined with her family's prestige and pull within the Empire - sent Adani to the academy at the extremely young age of thirteen. Though placed at what many would consider a significant disadvantage due to her age and stature, the training underwent at her family's estate allowed her to thrive. She found great success in her acolyte training, quickly completing basic and even intermediate lessons. By the time her first trial came around, she was more than hardy enough to complete it with only minor difficulties.The rest of her trials continued to run smoothly, and shortly after her first year on Korriban she was placed in a selection pool for potential masters. She would be picked quickly by a Sith within the same powerbase as her father - Darth Lanfear. This powerbase - known colloquially as the Sovereign Aeons - would serve as Adani's springboard into the life of a proper Sith.Apprenticeship and The War:Adani's apprenticeship under Darth Lanfear would begin as a series of extremely difficult and grueling exercises - all designed in the name of building the girl's strength and willpower. Often she would train under difficult constraints - such as the use of weighted clothing or manipulating the Force under sonic strain - but it wouldn't be long before the escalation of the war would force her and her master into military deployments together. During these, she would be given a small command - a squad to platoon sized at most - and she would begin to understand the fundamentals of the battlefield firsthand.By 16 ATC Adani had seen more frontline combat than many Sith twice her age. By the end of the year she would graduate from her apprenticeship and be named a Lord of the Sith. Her command was assigned largely to relief efforts around Imperial space, as the escalation of the Galactic War following the Korriban Incursion resulted in not only a large number of casualties, but also a distinct instability within the Empire. This instability was a direct cause to the Aeon powerbase dissolving, and left Adani a solitary Lord with little relative power of her own.The Zakuul Occupation:Shortly following the crisis on Ziost, Lord Adani would maintain a station within Korriban's orbit. When the Eternal Empire invaded the galaxy - Korriban in particular - she found herself at the frontline of a critically failing defense versus the Zakuul. She sustained grievous injuries during the attack, but was successfully extracted and cared for by a splinter group of Imperials with heavy underworld ties.For the next five years Adani would maneuver about the underworld while maintaining her station within the Empire, and would stand to gain significant influence throughout Hutt space - influence which she is rumored to maintain to the present day.Present Day:Two years later, Lord Adani entered the service of Darth Immanitas and her growth quickly exponentiated under the woman's purview. She quickly became a part of Immanitas's inner circle, and within a few more years would ascend to the rank of Dark Lord herself. Now known as Darth Iroas, she controls a significant amount of power - both in the Force and within the Empire. Her day to day duties relate almost entirely to the Sphere of Military Command, and her vassalage to Darth Immanitas reflects the same - at least on paper. Off the books she serves as something of an enforcer within the Sphere of Mysteries - often times leading up operations that serve and protect the interests of the Sith Empire, but shouldn't be spoken of afterwards.

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Act 1: Foundations of Power

Darth Immanitas stood before the vast transparisteel viewport of the Gauntlet Shipyards' primary observation deck, her lithe form a stark silhouette against the cosmic expanse beyond. Her eyes, twin pools of lambent crimson, surveyed the bustling activity with a calculating gaze. Countless ships - from agile fighters to lumbering freighters - wove complex patterns in the space around the shipyards, the mechanical blood of the powerbase she had carefully, painfully built over decades.The air around her thrummed with latent energy in the Force. She took a moment to bask in it, feeling the ebb and flow of possibilities that stretched out before her like the myriad stars.Behind her, the observation deck hummed with quiet activity. Linnaea, a Pureblood Sith Lord, stood nearby, her sulfuric eyes scanning a datapad with intensity. Immanitas appreciated the competence that always seemed to radiate from her niece, even if it was usually masked by her indifference. Closer to the entrance, Ivania Oato's pink-hued beskar armor caught the dim light, the Mandalorian's presence a comforting constant, always in Immanitas' periphery.A muffled conversation from a nearby group of officers caught Immanitas' attention. She didn't turn, but her senses sharpened, filtering through the ambient noise."...the Moff's visit...""...security protocols...""...potential unrest in the Outer Rim sectors..."Interesting, Immanitas thought. The pieces of the dejarik board shift once again.She had known of Moff Heitmann's impending arrival, of course. The Adjutant of Military Command rarely left the core of the Empire without good reason. What intrigued her were the whispers of unrest. Such disturbances could be... useful, if properly leveraged.Immanitas turned from the viewport, her black robes swirling around her like liquid shadow. She caught Linnaea's eye and gave an almost imperceptible nod. The Pureblood immediately set her datapad aside and moved to join her."My lord," Linnaea began, her voice low, "I've received word from our contacts in the Sphere of Military Strategy. It seems Darth Thalax is pushing for increased patrols along the Hydian Way."Immanitas allowed a subtle smile to curve her lips. "No doubt in response to the 'potential unrest' our good officers were just discussing." She paused, considering. "This could work to our advantage. Increased patrols mean stretched resources, and stretched resources mean... opportunities."Linnaea nodded, understanding in her eyes. "Shall I begin making preparations?""Not yet," Immanitas replied. "We need more information. Arrange a meeting with our intelligence assets. And..." she hesitated for a fraction of a second, "...have Lucaah look into the situation in the Outer Rim. His... unique perspective might prove valuable."As Linnaea moved away to carry out her instructions, Immanitas turned her attention to Ivania. The Mandalorian straightened, sensing her gaze."Ivania," Immanitas said, her tone softer than before, "I need you to discreetly enhance security for Moff Heitmann's visit. But more importantly, I want you to keep an ear to the ground. The official reasons for his visit may not be the whole story."Ivania nodded, her response characteristically direct. "Understood. I'll make sure nothing slips past us."As her companions set about their tasks, Immanitas returned her gaze to the stars beyond. The next moves in this grand game were taking shape in her mind. Moff Heitmann's visit, the unrest in the Outer Rim, Thalax's machinations - all pieces to be maneuvered, all opportunities to be seized.This is how empires are truly built, she thought. Not through brute force, but through the subtle manipulation of a thousand spinning plates. One misstep, and it all comes crashing down. But with the right touch...Her eyes gleamed with anticipation.

The Grand Reception Hall of the Gauntlet Shipyards buzzed with carefully modulated conversation, a veneer of civility masking the undercurrents of ambition and suspicion that permeated the gathering. Darth Immanitas moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her tall form and flowing black robes parting the sea of dignitaries like the prow of a warship.The air itself seemed charged with Dark Side energy, a palpable tension that made the finely dressed attendees shift uncomfortably. Immanitas drank it in, feeling the conflicting emotions swirl around her - fear, envy, resentment, and a desperate need to curry favor. This, she thought, is the true battlefield of the Sith. Not the clash of lightsabers, but the silent war of wills and words.Her gaze fell on Moff Heitmann, standing near the center of the room. He was surrounded by a coterie of lesser officials, their sycophantic laughter grating on Immanitas's nerves as she approached. She noted the slight tightening around Heitmann's eyes, the almost imperceptible straightening of his posture. Interesting, she mused. The Moff was usually better at concealing his emotions. What has you so on edge, Heitmann?"Darth Immanitas," Heitmann greeted her, his voice carefully neutral. "Your hospitality is, as always, impeccable."She inclined her head slightly, feeling the ripple of tension that passed through the group at her arrival. "Moff Heitmann. The Gauntlet Shipyards are honored by your presence." The words were honey, but her eyes were durasteel. She probed gently with the Force, seeking the edges of his anxiety. "I trust your journey was uneventful?""Quite," he replied, a little too quickly. His fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around his glass. "Though I must say, the reports of unrest in the Outer Rim are... concerning."Immanitas allowed a slight frown to crease her brow. "Indeed. Perhaps we could discuss the matter in more detail later? I'm sure the other guests would prefer lighter conversation." Her mind raced, connecting threads. Unrest in the Outer Rim, Heitmann's nervousness, the recent shuffling of resources... The pieces were there, but the picture wasn't yet clear.Heitmann nodded, relief flickering across his face for just a moment. "Of course, of course."As she turned away, Immanitas caught sight of Darth Vortikar, his hawkish features set in a perpetual scowl. The Sphere of Military Strategy's representative was deep in conversation with Darth Morana, the latter's elaborate robes a stark contrast to Vortikar' utilitarian attire. Immanitas felt a flicker of amusement. Vortikar, ever the blunt instrument. Morana, the spider in her web of logistics. Both potential obstacles, both potential tools.She approached, the Force coiling around her like a protective shroud. "Darth Vortikar, Darth Morana," she greeted them, her voice carrying just the right note of pleasant surprise. "I'm pleased you could join us."Vortikar turned, his eyes narrowing. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees. "Darth Immanitas. I was just discussing with Darth Morana some... curious movements of Imperial assets of late."Immanitas could feel Linnaea tensing behind her, ready to intervene if necessary. But this was a dance Immanitas knew well. She let the tension build for a moment, savoring it. Let them think they have the upper hand."Curious?" she replied, her voice light. "I would have thought 'strategic' a more fitting term. After all, the Empire must always be prepared to respond to... changing circumstances."Morana laughed, the sound brittle as Korriban glass. "Oh, come now. We all know there's more to it than that. The question is, what game are you really playing, Immanitas?"Immanitas smiled, showing just a hint of teeth. "Why, Darth Morana, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were accusing me of something... untoward." She let the Force flow through her, not as a weapon, but as a lens, sharpening her perceptions. Morana was probing, yes, but there was something else there. Fear? Anticipation? Both could be useful.The tension ratcheted up another notch. Vortikar opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, a new voice cut through the conversation."Now, now," came the smooth tones of Darth Malevex as he seemingly materialized from the shadows. "Let's not turn this lovely gathering into a squabble."Immanitas regarded the newcomer coolly. Darth Malevex, representative of the Sphere of Mysteries. His presence here was... unexpected. A wild card, one that could upset the entire game if not handled carefully."Darth Malevex," she acknowledged. "I wasn't aware the Sphere of Mysteries had an interest in military logistics."His smile was enigmatic, hidden beneath his cowl. "Oh, we have interests in many things, Darth Immanitas. Many things indeed."As the conversation continued, each word a carefully placed detonator, Immanitas' mind raced. Vortikar's hostility was expected, but Morana's pointed questions and Malevex's sudden interest... something was stirring in the shadows of the Empire. They suspect something, but they don't know what. Good. Let them chase shadows while I move the pieces into place.She would need to accelerate her plans. The game was afoot, and Darth Immanitas had no intention of being outmaneuvered. As she parried verbal thrusts and laid her own traps, a part of her thrilled at the challenge.

The holographic display flickered to life in Immanitas' private chambers aboard the Gauntlet Shipyards, casting an eerie blue glow across her features. Before her, a complex web of data streams and logistics reports danced in the air, each thread a potential opportunity... or a vulnerability.Immanitas' eyes darted from one data point to another. To an outside observer, the information would be overwhelming, a chaotic jumble of numbers and codenames. But to her, it was artistry, possibility.There.Her fingers danced through the air, manipulating the hologram to focus on a particular set of reports from the Homestead Dockyard. A smile, cold and predatory, curved her lips."Linnaea," she called, not taking her eyes from the display. "Come look at this."The Pureblood Sith Lord stepped forward, her own gaze sharp and analytical. "I see it," Linnaea murmured. "The discrepancies in the resource allocation reports. It's subtle, but...""But it's there," Immanitas finished. "Our friends at Homestead have been busy with their creative accounting."In her mind, Immanitas was already several steps ahead, seeing the intricate web of possibilities this discovery presented. The Homestead Dockyard, ostensibly a standard Imperial facility, had long been one of her hidden assets. Its position, far from the prying eyes of Dromund Kaas, made it ideal for discreet operations. And now, it seemed, the dockyard's administrators had taken some... liberties with their bookkeeping."This could be problematic if discovered," Linnaea cautioned.Immanitas' smile widened. "Or it could be exactly what we need."She waved her hand, and the holographic display shifted, now showing the vast, unexplored expanse of galactic grid T4. "Our colonization efforts require resources, Linnaea. Resources that are becoming increasingly difficult to divert without raising suspicions."Understanding dawned in Linnaea's eyes. "And the dockyard's creative accounting provides a cover.""Precisely." Immanitas began pacing, her mind racing with the possibilities. "We can use this discrepancy to our advantage. Increase the scale of the misreporting, divert more resources to the Lighthouse, and if anyone starts asking questions...""We expose the existing fraud," Linnaea finished. "Making it appear as though we've uncovered the deception ourselves."Immanitas nodded, pleased with her niece's quick grasp of the situation. "It's a risk, but a calculated one. We'll need to move carefully. Too much too quickly, and we'll draw unwanted attention."She turned back to the holodisplay, her fingers manipulating the data streams once more. "We'll start small. Adjust the manifests for the next three supply runs. Nothing too obvious - construction materials, atmospheric processors, things that could be explained away as routine maintenance for existing Imperial outposts."Linnaea nodded, already making notes on her datapad. "And the actual shipments to the Lighthouse?""Will be handled through our private channels. The Lighthouse can coordinate the transfers." Immanitas paused, considering. "We'll need a distraction, something to keep Military Strategy and Logistics focused elsewhere while we make the initial moves."She fell silent for a moment, her mind working through countless scenarios. Then, another cold smile. "The unrest in the Outer Rim. We can use that. Perhaps it's time we encouraged our operatives to be a bit more... proactive in their destabilization efforts."Linnaea raised a brow. "That could lead to actual conflict.""All the better," Immanitas replied, her voice hard. "The Empire thrives on conflict, Linnaea. It gives purpose to the military, justification for increased production. And in the chaos..." Her eyes gleamed. "In the chaos, we build our future."She turned to her niece, her expression now deadly serious. "Begin the preparations. I want the first adjusted shipments ready to move within the week. And Linnaea..." She paused, ensuring she had the Pureblood's full attention. "This stays between us. No one can know the full scope of what we're doing. Not yet."Linnaea nodded, understanding the weight of the trust being placed in her. "Of course, my lord. It will be done."As Linnaea left to carry out her instructions, Immanitas turned back to the holodisplay. Her fingers danced once more, bringing up the image of galactic grid T4. In her mind's eye, she could see it already - a new seat of power, free from the outdated constraints of the Empire, built on the foundation of ancient knowledge and fueled by technologies the rest of the galaxy could scarcely comprehend.It was audacious. It was dangerous.It was exactly what a true Sith should aspire to.

Darth Immanitas stood before a vast array of holoscreens, each displaying a different feed from the Imperial News Network. The chamber, deep within the Gauntlet Shipyards, was dimly lit, the glow from the screens casting shifting shadows across her face. Her eyes, twin embers in the gloom, flicked from one screen to another, analyzing, calculating.Behind her, a nervous-looking human male shifted his weight from foot to foot. Savill Errata, lead anchor for INN's primetime broadcast, was clearly uncomfortable in the presence of the Sith Lord. Good. Discomfort bred malleability."Tell me, Savill," Immanitas said, her voice soft but carrying an unmistakable edge, "what do you see when you look at these reports?"Errata cleared his throat. "Unrest in the Outer Rim, my lord. Pirate activity, resource shortages, local disputes...""And what don't you see?"The anchor hesitated. "I... I'm not sure I understand."Immanitas turned, fixing him with her gaze. "You don't see cohesion, Savill. You don't see the pattern."She waved her hand, and the screens rearranged themselves, clustering related stories together. "These aren't isolated incidents. They're symptoms of a larger problem. A problem that threatens the very foundation of Imperial order in the Outer Rim."Errata's eyes widened as he began to see the connections. "You're saying these events are coordinated?""I'm saying," Immanitas purred, "that the public deserves to know the truth. That they deserve a narrative that explains the complexities of our current situation."She could see the wheels turning in Errata's mind. The man wasn't a fool; he'd risen to his position through a combination of charisma and political acumen. He knew an opportunity when he saw one."A special report," he said slowly. "A deep dive into the state of the Outer Rim. We could frame it as an exposé, revealing the hidden threats to Imperial citizens."Immanitas smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "An excellent idea, Savill. I'm sure your superiors would be most impressed with such... initiative."She turned back to the screens, gesturing at specific reports. "You'll want to focus here, and here. The unrest on Balmorra is particularly concerning. Its strategic importance as a weapons manufacturer cannot be overstated. And of course, the recent pirate attacks along the Hydian Way can't be ignored."As she spoke, Immanitas wove her narrative with careful precision. Each point she highlighted, each connection she drew, served her greater purpose. The story taking shape would demand action, would justify increased military presence, would distract from the subtle movements of resources to the Lighthouse."Of course," she added, almost as an afterthought, "such a report would require access to classified information. Sith Intelligence is always hesitant to share..."Errata's expression fell, but Immanitas was already reaching for a datapad. "Fortunately, I have some contacts who might be willing to provide the necessary context. Strictly off the record, of course."The anchor's eyes lit up as she handed him the datapad. "This is... this is incredible, my lord. With this, we could run a whole series of reports.""I'm sure you'll use the information responsibly," Immanitas said, her tone making it clear that this was not a suggestion. "The Empire's citizens deserve to be well-informed, after all."As Errata left, already engrossed in the datapad's contents, satisfaction briefly flickered across Immanitas' features. The seeds were planted. Soon, the Empire would be abuzz with talk of Outer Rim threats, demands for increased security, debates over resource allocation. And in the din of it all, her true operations would proceed unnoticed.Let Vortikar have his fleets, she thought. Let Morana count her credits and supplies. I deal in the currency of belief.With a wave of her hand, Immanitas dimmed the holoscreens. There was much to do, and the pieces were moving into place.

The war room aboard Darth Vortikar's flagship, the Inexorable, hummed with the low buzz of calculation and strategy. Holomaps flickered with real-time troop movements, supply lines pulsed with data streams, and at the center of it all stood Vortikar himself, his hawkish features illuminated by the blue glow of a large tactical display."Run it again," he growled, his voice carrying the grit of a man who'd clawed his way to power through sheer force of will.A nervous lieutenant tapped at his console, and the display shifted. Resource allocation charts sprung to life, detailing the flow of materials, ships, and personnel across the Empire. To most, it would appear a confusing jumble of numbers and vectors. But to Vortikar, it was a map of power -- and something on that map didn't add up.His eyes, the color of burnished durasteel, narrowed as he focused on a particular stream of data. "There," he said, jabbing a finger at the display. "That supply line. Where does it terminate?"The lieutenant swallowed hard. "It... it doesn't, my lord. At least, not according to our records."Vortikar felt the familiar burn of anger rising in his chest. He embraced it, let it fuel him. This was the way of the Sith -- passion as power, rage as clarity. "Impossible. Every shipment has a destination. Find it."As his underlings scrambled to obey, Vortikar turned away from the display, his mind racing. He'd suspected for months that something was amiss in the Empire's logistics. Shipments that never arrived, resources that seemed to vanish into the void, personnel reassignments that made no tactical sense. And at the center of it all, a name that kept surfacing:Immanitas.The very thought of her sent a fresh wave of anger through him. Vortikar had climbed the ranks of the Sphere of Military Strategy through brutal efficiency and unwavering loyalty to the Empire. He'd bled for it, killed for it. And now, this overreaching Darth with her shadowy projects and her political maneuvering threatened to undermine it all."My lord," a voice cut through his brooding. It was Captain Varine, his most trusted advisor. "We've found something."Vortikar turned back to the tactical display. Varine manipulated the controls, and a new set of data streams appeared."We've been tracking anomalies in resource allocation," Varine explained, her voice cool and professional. "Small discrepancies, easily overlooked individually. But when compiled..."The display shifted again, and Vortikar felt his anger crystallize into cold, hard certainty. The pattern was clear now -- a web of misdirection and obfuscation, all leading to..."The Gauntlet Shipyards," he breathed.Varine nodded. "And beyond. We can't trace the shipments past that point, but the volume of resources being diverted is... significant."Vortikar's mind churned with the implications. The Gauntlet Shipyards were Immanitas' base of operations, but they weren't her endgame. No, this level of subterfuge, this scale of resource allocation -- she was building something. Something big."Prepare my shuttle," he snapped, already striding towards the exit. "And get me a secure channel to Darth Morana. It's time we had a talk about our mutual... concern."As he left the war room, a grim smile crossed Vortikar' face. Immanitas thought herself clever, no doubt. But she'd forgotten the first rule of war -- no plan survives contact with the enemy. And Darth Vortikar intended to be a very formidable enemy indeed.

Act 2: Trials of Fire

The vast expanse of space stretched before the viewport of the Homestead Dockyard's command center. Darth Immanitas stood motionless, her dark robes contrasting sharply with the sterile white of the room. Her eyes scanned the holographic displays surrounding her."My lord," a nervous voice broke the silence. "We've received word from our contacts in Sith Intelligence. They're intensifying their inquiries about our operations here."Immanitas turned slowly, her gaze falling upon the station's commander, a middle-aged human whose perspiration betrayed his anxiety. "Explain," she said, her voice calm.The commander swallowed hard. "They're requesting detailed logs of all ship movements and resource allocations. It seems Darth Vortikar has been pressuring them to investigate discrepancies in our reports."A flicker of annoyance crossed Immanitas' face. She had anticipated this, but not so soon. She thought quickly, calculating the potential ramifications and necessary adjustments to her plans."Very well," she said after a moment. "Prepare a data package. Include everything they've requested, but ensure it passes through our filtration systems first. I want every trace of the Nequeas-class cruisers and Pluvia-class destroyers scrubbed clean.""But my lord," the commander protested weakly, "falsifying reports to Sith Intelligence—"His words were cut short as an invisible force closed around his throat. Immanitas raised her hand slightly, lifting the man off his feet."You seem to be under the misconception that we are engaged in some minor smuggling operation," she said, her voice still eerily calm. "What we do here will shape the future of the Empire itself. I will not allow small-minded bureaucrats to interfere."She released her grip, allowing the commander to crumple to the floor, gasping for air. "Now, you will do as I have instructed. And you will do it flawlessly. Am I understood?"The commander nodded frantically, scrambling to his feet. "Y-yes, my lord. It will be done."Immanitas turned back to the viewport, her mind already moving to the next phase of her plan. "One more thing," she added without looking back. "Inform our agents within Sith Intelligence. It's time to activate the contingencies we put in place. I want Vortikar's investigation hampered at every turn."As the commander hurried away, Immanitas settled herself. Let Vortikar and the others dig. They would find nothing but breadcrumbs and dead ends. Meanwhile, her true work would continue unabated.Her eyes focused on a distant point in space, where she knew the Lighthouse waited, hidden from all but her most trusted allies. Soon, she thought. Soon, the power she had discovered there would change everything.A soft chime interrupted her thoughts. "My lord," a voice came over the comm. "The Nequeas prototype is ready for its final test run.""Excellent," Immanitas replied. "Prepare my shuttle. I will oversee the test personally."As she strode from the command center, Darth Immanitas felt the familiar thrill of power coursing through her. The Empire, the Sith, even the Force itself – all were but tools to be used in her grand design. And she would use them, ruthlessly and without hesitation, to forge the future she envisioned.The doors hissed shut behind her, leaving the command staff to exchange worried glances.

The Nequeas-class prototype cruised silently through the vast emptiness of space, its advanced stealth systems rendering it nearly invisible. In her private chambers aboard the ship, Darth Immanitas sat cross-legged on the floor, a small, black pyramid floating before her.The holocron she had acquired from the Gatota Temple pulsed with dark energy, its runes glowing faintly in the dim light. As Immanitas focused her mind, reaching out through the Force, the device responded, projecting a ghostly image.A tall, aristocratic Sith materialized – Darth Setikeja, her grandfather and mentor. Though only a recording, his presence seemed to fill the room, warm and familiar."Sephe," Setikeja's voice echoed, a hint of a smile in his tone. His eyes, holding the wisdom of centuries, softened as they met hers. "You've grown so much since we last spoke here."Immanitas felt a warmth spread through her chest, a feeling she embraced only in these private moments. "Grandfather," she replied, her own voice carrying a rare note of affection. "Your guidance has served me well."The hologram shifted, showing the shadowy depths of space. Setikeja's hand moved, as if to rest on her shoulder. "Tell me, child. What troubles you?"Immanitas stood, pacing around the projection. "The Empire, grandfather. It's... stagnant. Caught up in petty power struggles while greater threats loom beyond our borders."Setikeja nodded, his expression grave. "Ah, yes. The eternal struggle of the Sith. Power for power's sake, rather than true vision." He paused, studying her. "But you see beyond that, don't you?""I do," Immanitas affirmed, her eyes distant. "The knowledge we've uncovered, the technologies we're developing – they're the key to our survival. But the Dark Council, the other Sith... they're blind to the bigger picture."The holocron pulsed again, and Setikeja's image turned to face her fully. "Remember what I taught you, Sephe. True power lies not in crushing your enemies, but in shaping the course of events to your advantage."Immanitas nodded, a faint smile playing at her lips. "I remember. 'Build your influence carefully, piece by piece.'"Setikeja's eyes gleamed with pride. "Precisely. The galaxy must be reshaped, but not through brute force alone. You must be the architect of a greater future, under the sway of the Dark Side."A chime from the ship's intercom interrupted the moment. "My lord," a voice reported, "we're approaching the test site for the Nequeas prototype."Immanitas closed her eyes, centering herself. When she opened them again, they blazed with renewed purpose. She looked at her grandfather's image, an unspoken understanding passing between them.Setikeja nodded, his form already beginning to fade. "Go, child. Forge the future you envision. I am proud of you, Sephe."As the holocron deactivated, Immanitas paused, taking one last moment of reflection. Her grandfather had shown her the path, had believed in her when she was just a child with dreams too big for her small frame. Now, the influence she was building would be uniquely her own.She made her way to the bridge, her mind focused on the task ahead. The Nequeas-class cruiser was more than just a new weapon – it was a step towards the future she envisioned, a future where the Sith Empire stood strong against threats from within and beyond the known galaxy.

The cramped office of the former Homestead Dockyard supervisor reeked of disuse and fear. Darth Immanitas sat behind the dusty desk, her presence filling the small space with palpable tension. Across from her, Darth Morana stood rigid, refusing the offered seat."I fail to see why this meeting couldn't have been conducted on Dromund Kaas," Morana said, her voice tight with barely contained irritation.Immanitas gestured to the room around them. "Context, Darth Morana. This is where our little... corruption problem began. I thought you'd appreciate seeing it firsthand."Morana's eyes narrowed. "What I see, Immanitas, is an operation that's grown far beyond its original scope. The resources being funneled through this dockyard—""Are perfectly in line with the needs of the Empire," Immanitas interjected smoothly. "Or are you suggesting that our expansion efforts in the Outer Rim are... unnecessary?"A flash of anger crossed Morana's face. "Don't play coy with me. We both know there's more going on here than simple expansion."Immanitas leaned forward, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. "Enlighten me, then. What exactly do you think is happening here?"Morana moved closer, her eyes never leaving Immanitas. "Shipments that never reach their destination. Resources vanishing into the void. And at the center of it all, this dockyard and you, Immanitas.""Serious accusations, Morana. I do hope you have evidence to back them up.""Evidence?" Morana scoffed. "The numbers don't lie. I've seen the discrepancies in the supply logs, the—""Discrepancies that I myself brought to the attention of Military Logistics," Immanitas cut in, her voice sharp. "Or did you forget the report I filed last month? The one detailing the corruption we uncovered among certain dockyard officials?"Morana didn't flinch. "A convenient explanation. But it doesn't account for everything."Immanitas activated a small holoprojector on the desk. "Perhaps this will clarify matters."A display of supply routes and resource allocations sprang to life between them. It was a masterpiece of misdirection, layers of truth and fabrication so complex that even Immanitas sometimes had trouble distinguishing between them."As you can see," Immanitas explained, guiding Morana through the data, "every shipment, every resource is accounted for. What you perceived as discrepancies were part of a larger operation to root out inefficiencies and corruption in our supply chain."Morana studied the display, her expression unreadable. "And the shipments that never reached their destination?""Unfortunate casualties of the very corruption we've been fighting." she says, gesturing to the desk in front of her. "Rest assured, the perpetrators have been... dealt with."Silence stretched between them. Morana's gaze flicked from the hologram to Immanitas and back again. When she spoke, her voice was carefully neutral. "It seems I may have... misinterpreted some of the data."Immanitas could sense the doubt, the suspicion still lurking beneath Morana's words. She pressed on, "An understandable mistake. The intricacies of large-scale logistics can be quite daunting. Perhaps in the future, we might work more closely together on such matters?"Morana's lips thinned. "Perhaps we should."As she turned to leave, Immanitas called out, "Oh, and Darth Morana? Do be careful with accusations in the future. Not everyone would be as... understanding as I've been."Morana paused at the door, her back to Immanitas. "Indeed. And not everyone is as... skilled at obfuscation as you, Darth Immanitas. Good day."The door hissed shut behind her, leaving Immanitas alone in the stifling office. She leaned back, allowing herself a moment to process. Morana hadn't been convinced, not entirely. But doubt had been sown, explanations provided. It would have to be enough, for now.The game was becoming more dangerous, the stakes higher. Morana would be watching more closely now, as would others. Immanitas thought of Setikeja, of his lessons in patience and foresight. She thought of all that she'd built, and all that was yet to come.She stood, straightening her robes. She had preparations to make.

The war room aboard Immanitas' flagship, the Valkyrie, hummed with barely contained tension. Holographic displays flickered, showing real-time data from across the sector. At the center of it all stood Darth Immanitas, her eyes fixed on a pulsing red dot representing the Imperial colony world of Trinexus."My lord," Captain Faro's voice cut through the low murmur of activity, "we've received the latest reports from Trinexus. The situation is... deteriorating."Immanitas turned, her gaze settling on the captain. "Elaborate."Faro swallowed hard. "The rebel factions have gained control of three major cities and are threatening the capital. Our forces on the ground are struggling to maintain control. They're requesting immediate reinforcements.""And the status of our... special project?" Immanitas asked, her voice low."Still secure, my lord. The facility remains hidden and operational, though that will change quickly should the rebels see success."Immanitas nodded, turning back to the holographic display. Trinexus had been a calculated risk from the start. The world's strategic location made it perfect for her plans, but the native population had proven more... resilient than anticipated.Linnaea stepped forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "My lord, if we lose Trinexus, we lose our primary staging ground for the expansion. But to secure it...""We'd have to divert significant resources," Immanitas finished. "Resources we can ill afford to spare."The unspoken hung heavy in the air. To secure Trinexus would mean delaying, perhaps even jeopardizing, their larger plans. But to lose it...Immanitas closed her eyes, reaching out with the Force. She could feel the fear, the desperation emanating from the planet below. Thousands of loyal Imperial citizens, now caught in the crossfire of her ambitions.When she opened her eyes, her decision was made."Captain Faro, send word to our forces on Trinexus. They are to initiate Protocol Shadowfall."The war room fell silent. Linnaea's eyes widened. "My lord, Shadowfall will result in significant civilian casualties. The collateral damage—""Will be regrettable but necessary," Immanitas cut her off. "We cannot allow the rebels to maintain their strongholds, nor can we afford to divert the resources needed for a prolonged engagement."She turned to address the room at large. "Protocol Shadowfall will see the complete orbital bombardment of the rebel-held cities. Simultaneously, we'll deploy our shock troops to secure key strategic points. In the chaos and terror that follows, resistance will crumble.""And the civilian population in those cities?" someone dared to ask.Immanitas' voice was cold. "They've had ample opportunity to denounce the rebels. Those who survive will serve as an example of the cost of defiance. Relocation efforts will begin immediately after we've reestablished control."As her subordinates scrambled to carry out her orders, Immanitas felt the weight of her decision settle upon her shoulders. Thousands would die, entire cities would be reduced to ash, all to keep her greater plans on track.She thought of Setikeja, of his lessons on the nature of power and sacrifice. "The path to true dominion is paved with difficult choices," he had told her once. "It is not the weak who rule empires, but those with the will to do what must be done."As the first reports of orbital strikes on Trinexus began to flood in, Immanitas steeled herself against the wave of fear and pain that rippled through the Force. This was the price of ambition, the cost of reshaping her future.And she would pay it, a thousand times over, to see her vision realized."Prepare my shuttle," she ordered. "I want to oversee the operation personally."The die was cast. There was no turning back now.As the shuttle lifted off, carrying her towards the planet she had just condemned, Immanitas gazed out the viewport, her mind already racing ahead. Trinexus, with its peculiar atmospheric composition, was irreplaceable. The components forged in its specialized facilities were crucial to the Lighthouse, and now, with the rebels reduced to ash, production would surge forward unimpeded.This chaos, this destruction – it all fed perfectly into her design. The Empire would see a lawless Outer Rim, crying out for a firm hand. And she would be there, ready to provide that strength, to extend her influence ever further.

The Lighthouse loomed before Darth Immanitas, the culmination of years of careful planning and her ambition made manifest. The space station hung in the void of system 781-T4, its sleek lines belying the revolutionary technology housed within. As her shuttle approached, pride swelled in Immanitas' chest, a rare indulgence she savored.The docking bay was a hive of activity, newly arrived shipments from Trinexus being efficiently processed and distributed. Immanitas strode down the shuttle's ramp, her presence causing a ripple of heightened tension among the workers.Linnaea fell into step beside her. "My lord, the latest reports from Trinexus are in. The planet is firmly under our control, and the first wave of resources and synchronous controllers has arrived as scheduled."Immanitas nodded, her eyes scanning the bustling hangar. "Excellent. And our other projects?""Proceeding ahead of schedule, thanks to the influx of materials. The Isotope-5 refinement process has been streamlined, and our research into a-spatial technologies is showing promising results."As they made their way deeper into the station, Immanitas could feel the thrum of power beneath her feet. The Lighthouse was more than just a research station; it was the key to expanding her influence within the Empire.They entered the central command center, a cavernous room dominated by holographic displays and banks of computers. Immanitas moved to the main console, bringing up a series of reports with a wave of her hand."The Sphere of Mysteries has been making inquiries," Linnaea said quietly, her voice tinged with concern.Immanitas' eyes narrowed. "Darth Malevex?"Linnaea nodded. "He's been asking pointed questions about our resource allocation and the nature of our research here."Before Immanitas could respond, a comm officer approached, his face pale. "My lord, we're receiving a priority transmission from Dromund Kaas. It's Darth Malevex. He's requesting to speak with you immediately."Immanitas exchanged a glance with Linnaea. This was unexpected, and potentially dangerous. She straightened, composing her features into a mask of calm authority. "Timely. Put him through."The holographic image of Darth Malevex flickered to life before her, his cowled face obscuring his features and betraying nothing of his intentions."Darth Immanitas," his voice was smooth, almost pleasant. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important.""Not at all, Darth Malevex. To what do I owe the pleasure?"Malevex's tone shifted, a hint of amusement coloring his words. "I've been reviewing some rather interesting reports lately. Curious resource allocations, whispers of groundbreaking research. It seems you've been quite busy out there in the depths of space."Immanitas felt the subtle probe of his power, testing her defenses. She reinforced her mental shields, careful not to let her true thoughts slip through. "The Empire's reach must continue to expand, Darth Malevex. Surely the Sphere of Mysteries can appreciate the value of exploring new frontiers.""Oh, indeed," Malevex's voice dripped with false sincerity. "But one must wonder... at what cost? The recent events on Trinexus, for instance. Such a tragedy."Immanitas' face remained impassive, but internally, she was calculating, reassessing. Malevex knew more than he should. "Regrettable, but necessary. The Empire's security must be maintained.""Of course, of course," Malevex waved a hand dismissively. "I merely find myself curious about the true nature of your work out there, Immanitas. Perhaps it's time I paid you a visit. To see firsthand the fruits of your labor."The threat was thinly veiled, the challenge clear. Immanitas' mind raced, considering her options. To refuse would only heighten suspicion, but to allow Malevex access to the Lighthouse..."We would be honored by your presence, Darth Malevex," she said, her voice betraying none of her inner turmoil. "I'm sure you'll find our work here to be of great interest to the Empire.""I'm sure I will," Malevex replied, his tone carrying a note of anticipation. "Expect me within the week. Until then, Darth Immanitas."The transmission cut off, leaving Immanitas staring at the empty space where Malevex's image had been. The command center was silent, all eyes on her."Linnaea," she said quietly, "initiate Labyrinth. We have much to prepare before our... guest arrives."As her subordinates scrambled into action, Immanitas turned back to the viewport, her gaze fixed on the stars beyond. The game had entered a new phase, the stakes higher than ever. But she had not come this far to falter now.The future she envisioned was within reach. Her work here at the Lighthouse and on Trinexus would strengthen her position within the Empire, expanding her influence and power.Let Malevex come, she thought. Let him try to unravel her plans. She would turn his suspicion to her advantage, as she had done with every obstacle before.

Act 3: Reckoning in the Dark

The Imperial Citadel on Dromund Kaas loomed against the perpetually stormy sky, a monument to Sith power and ambition. Within its walls, in a chamber reserved for the highest echelons of Imperial leadership, a storm of a different kind was brewing.Darth Immanitas stood at the center of the room, her posture relaxed but alert, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from the assembled Sith Lords and military officials. The air crackled with barely contained Force energy, a reflection of the competing wills present.Darth Vortikar paced like a caged nexu, his eyes never leaving Immanitas. "The events on Trinexus cannot be ignored," he snarled. "An entire planet thrown into chaos, valuable Imperial resources squandered—""Resources that have been more than replenished by our subsequent gains," Immanitas cut in smoothly. "Or have you not seen the latest reports from the Outer Rim?"Darth Morana leaned forward, her elaborate robes rustling. "Reports that paint a suspiciously rosy picture, Immanitas. One might almost think they were... curated."A ripple of murmurs spread through the assembled dignitaries. A dangerous shine appeared in Immanitas' eyes. "Are you accusing Sith Intelligence of falsifying reports, Darth Morana? That's a serious allegation."Before Morana could respond, a new voice cut through the tension. "Perhaps we should focus on the matter at hand," Moff Heitmann interjected, his tone carefully neutral. "The reallocation of resources to these... frontier projects has left several core worlds vulnerable. The Hutts are already probing our defenses in the Tion Cluster."Immanitas turned to face the Moff, her eyes narrowing slightly. "A temporary situation, I assure you. Our new technologies will more than compensate for any short-term vulnerabilities.""New technologies that remain frustratingly vague," Darth Malevex's smooth voice added to the fray. He stood in the shadows, his cowled face unreadable. "The Sphere of Mysteries has concerns about the nature of your research, Darth Immanitas. Concerns that my upcoming visit to your facilities will hopefully allay."Immanitas inclined her head slightly. "We look forward to your visit, Darth Malevex. I'm sure you'll find our work to be in full compliance with Imperial regulations."The subtle emphasis on "Imperial regulations" wasn't lost on anyone in the room. The implication was clear: her actions, while perhaps extreme, were within the bounds of her authority.Vortikar slammed his fist on the table. "Enough of this political maneuvering! The fact remains that Immanitas' actions have destabilized entire sectors. We cannot allow—""Cannot allow what, Darth Vortikar?" Immanitas' voice was soft, but it cut through the room like a vibroblade. "Cannot allow the Empire to grow stronger? To push beyond its current boundaries? To evolve?"She stepped forward, her presence seeming to fill the chamber. "Yes, there have been sacrifices. Yes, there have been setbacks. But look at what we've gained. New worlds. New resources. Technologies that will cement our dominance for generations to come."Her gaze swept the room, meeting each pair of eyes in turn. "We stand at a crossroads. We can retreat, cling to what we know, to our comfortable boundaries. Or we can push forward, claim what is rightfully ours, and show the galaxy the true might of the Sith Empire."A heavy silence fell over the chamber. Immanitas could feel the shift in the Force, the mixture of fear, ambition, and grudging respect emanating from those present.Finally, Moff Heitmann cleared his throat. "Perhaps... perhaps we've been too hasty in our judgments. Darth Immanitas' methods may be unorthodox, but the results are undeniable."Vortikar opened his mouth to object, but Morana laid a hand on his arm, shaking her head slightly. The moment of crisis had passed, but Immanitas knew this was far from over.As the meeting adjourned, Darth Malevex approached her. "A masterful performance," he murmured, low enough that only she could hear. "But remember, Immanitas. The higher you climb, the farther you have to fall."Immanitas met his gaze unflinchingly. "Then it's fortunate that I'm a good climber, Darth Malevex."As she strode from the chamber, Immanitas savored the taste of victory. She had weathered this storm, but greater challenges lay ahead. The game was entering its final, most dangerous phase.

The private chamber deep within the Citadel was secure against both physical and Force-based intrusion, a necessity for the clandestine meeting about to take place. Darth Vortikar paced the room, his agitation palpable. Darth Morana sat in contemplative silence, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the armrest of her chair. Both looked up as the door hissed open, admitting the cowled figure of Darth Malevex."I trust we weren't followed," Malevex said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.Vortikar snorted. "In the heart of the Citadel? Even Immanitas wouldn't dare.""Let's not underestimate her," Morana cautioned. "That's what's brought us to this point."Malevex took a seat, his hidden gaze sweeping over his co-conspirators. "Indeed. Immanitas has outmaneuvered us at every turn. Her performance in the council chamber was... impressive.""Impressive?" Vortikar snarled. "It was a farce! She's leading the Empire to ruin, and everyone's too blind to see it."Morana held up a hand. "Calm yourself, Vortikar. Anger clouds judgment, and we need clear minds if we're to counter Immanitas effectively.""Agreed," Malevex nodded. "We each have pieces of the puzzle, but separately, we've been unable to see the full picture. It's time we pooled our resources."Vortikar stopped pacing, his eyes narrowing. "What do you propose?"Malevex leaned forward. "A joint operation. Morana, your expertise in logistics has already uncovered discrepancies in Immanitas' resource allocation. Vortikar, your military contacts can provide us with troop movements and ship deployments that don't align with official reports.""And you, Malevex?" Morana asked. "What does the Sphere of Mysteries bring to this alliance?"A smile could be heard in Malevex's voice, though his face remained hidden. "Information, of course. My upcoming visit to Immanitas' facility in system 781-T4 will provide invaluable intelligence. But more than that, I have... resources that can peer into places others cannot."Vortikar scoffed. "Spare us your mystical posturing. We need concrete action, not shadows and whispers.""On the contrary," Morana interjected, "shadows and whispers might be exactly what we need. Immanitas has been careful to operate within the bounds of her authority. A direct confrontation would be politically dangerous.""Then what do you suggest?" Vortikar demanded.Morana smiled, a cold, calculating expression. "We undermine her. Disrupt her operations. Create doubt about her methods and motives. And when the time is right, we present our evidence to the Dark Council.""It won't be easy," Malevex warned. "Immanitas has powerful allies, and her recent successes have gained her considerable support.""Nothing worth doing is ever easy," Vortikar growled. "But the alternative is to watch as she reshapes the Empire to suit her whims. I, for one, won't stand idly by."The three Sith Lords exchanged looks, a silent agreement passing between them."Very well," Malevex said, rising to his feet. "We each have our tasks. Morana, continue your audit of the resource allocations. Look deeper, follow the trails to their source. Vortikar, I need you to investigate the military operations on Trinexus. Find survivors, gather testimony. We need to expose the true cost of Immanitas' 'victory' there.""And you?" Morana asked."I will prepare for my visit there. Immanitas expects me to pry, so she'll be prepared. But there are ways of gathering information that even she won't anticipate."As they moved to leave, Vortikar paused. "This alliance... it's temporary. Once Immanitas is dealt with—""We return to our usual state of cordial rivalry," Morana finished. "Agreed."Malevex chuckled softly. "How very Sith of us. But yes, agreed. For now, we work together. The fate of the Empire hangs in the balance."The three Sith Lords departed, each to their own domain, the wheels of their conspiracy now in motion. In the shadows of the Citadel, a new game had begun, with Darth Immanitas as the unwitting prey.At the Lighthouse, Immanitas was already planning her next move.

Alarms blared throughout the Lighthouse, their urgent wail a stark contrast to the usual hum of efficient activity. Darth Immanitas strode into the command center, her presence immediately commanding attention amidst the chaos. Personnel scrambled to battle stations, the air thick with tension and fear."Status report," she demanded, her voice cutting through the cacophony.Linnaea looked up from a holographic display, her face grim. "Multiple hostile vessels have dropped out of hyperspace, my lord. They've already disabled our outer sensor array."Immanitas' eyes narrowed, their crimson depths glinted with cold calculation. "Pirates?""Doubtful," Linnaea replied. "Their attack patterns are too coordinated, their ships too advanced. This is a professional military operation."A flash of understanding passed between them. This was no random attack; someone had discovered the Lighthouse and sought to neutralize it."Malevex," Immanitas hissed. "He's moved faster than anticipated."Her mind raced. If Malevex had discovered the Lighthouse, how much did he know about the project? Her gaze fell on the secure terminal where the latest simulations were running. Years of research, the countless resources funneled through operations like Trinexus, all culminating in this: a device capable of creating localized gravity wells, potentially disrupting hyperspace routes or trapping enemy fleets."Doctor Tinalia," she called out, "status of the prototype?"The chief scientist's voice crackled over the comm. "Stable, my lord, but we're nowhere near completion. If we lose the Lighthouse now—""We won't," Immanitas cut her off. Her eyes flicked to the tactical display, assessing their options. The Lighthouse's defenses were formidable, but they were designed for secrecy, not prolonged siege. If word of this attack reached the wider Empire, everything she'd worked for could unravel."My lord," a young officer interrupted, his voice shaking. "We're detecting energy signatures consistent with heavy assault craft. If they breach our shields—""They won't," Immanitas said firmly. "Activate the gravimetric system."A hushed silence fell over the command center, broken only by the urgent beeping of consoles. Linnaea stepped closer, her voice low. "Are you certain, my lord? The system is still largely untested. The potential for catastrophic failure—""Is a risk we must take," Immanitas said firmly. "This ends now."She turned to address the room. "Clear all non-essential personnel from the primary research levels. Redirect all power to the Isotope-5 reactors. And prepare the Pluvia-class destroyers for immediate deployment."As her orders were carried out, Immanitas moved to a secure console, inputting a series of complex codes. Slowly, hidden panels across the exterior of the Lighthouse began to open, revealing technology that would make even the most advanced Imperial scientists take notice."Linnaea, with me," Immanitas commanded, striding towards a newly revealed turbolift. "It's time we showed our uninvited guests the true power of the Lighthouse."As they descended to the heart of the station, Immanitas spoke in low tones to Linnaea. "If Malevex learns the true nature of our work here, he'll stop at nothing to seize it for himself. The Empire isn't ready for this technology. Not yet."Linnaea nodded grimly. "And if we can't stop him?""Then we destroy it all," Immanitas replied, her voice cold. "Better to set our work back years than let it fall into the wrong hands."They emerged in a chamber that pulsed with barely contained energy. At its center stood a device unlike anything the Empire had publicly produced: a prototype gravimetric manipulator, refined through years of secret research.Doctor Tinalia was already there, her fingers flying over holographic controls. She looked up as Immanitas entered, her eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and trepidation."My lord," Tinalia said, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. "The gravimetric system is primed, but I must warn you—the effects could be unpredictable at this scale."Immanitas nodded, acknowledging the risk. "Noted, Doctor. But we have no choice. Begin calibration sequence. Target the lead vessels first. Let's see how they like having their own tactics turned against them."Together, Immanitas and Tinalia worked in tandem, their hands dancing over the controls as they brought the massive device online. The chamber hummed with power, the air itself seeming to vibrate with potential energy.Outside, in the void of space, the battle raged. Imperial ships, their hulls gleaming with advanced stealth technology, engaged the attackers. But it was the Lighthouse itself that turned the tide.Waves of gravimetric energy pulsed outward, creating localized distortions around the enemy fleet. Ships found themselves suddenly heavy, their engines straining against increased gravitational forces. Others were thrown off course, their carefully plotted attack runs disrupted by unexpected spatial distortions.From the heart of the station, Immanitas watched the tactical display with grim satisfaction as the enemy fleet was thrown into disarray by forces they couldn't comprehend."Intercept all transmissions," she ordered. "No word of this leaves the system. As far as the Empire is concerned, this was nothing more than a pirate raid, successfully repelled."As the last enemy ship imploded, crushed by the overwhelming gravitational forces, Immanitas felt a thrill of triumph course through her. The threat had been neutralized, her secrets preserved.Suddenly, alarms blared once more. Linnaea's voice cut through the tension. "My lord, we're detecting a new ship entering the system. It's... it has Sphere of Mysteries code clearance."Immanitas' eyes narrowed. "Malevex," she hissed. "He's come to survey his handiwork."She turned to Doctor Tinalia. "Shut it down. All of it. Now."As the gravimetric system powered down and hidden panels slid back into place, Immanitas issued rapid-fire orders. "Prepare a boarding party. I want that ship disabled and Malevex brought to me. Alive."----Darth Malevex stood on the bridge of his personal cruiser, his cowled face betraying nothing as he watched the aftermath of the battle unfold before him. The wreckage of what should have been an overwhelming force drifted lifelessly through space.Part of the plan, he reminded himself."This... this is impossible," his second-in-command stammered. "Our intelligence was clear. The Lighthouse shouldn't have been capable of this level of defense."Malevex remained silent, his mind racing. What had Immanitas truly been working on out here? Whatever it was, it was far beyond what he had imagined."My lord," an officer called out, panic evident in his voice. "We're being hailed by the Lighthouse. They're demanding we power down our engines and prepare to be boarded."Malevex weighed his options. To resist would be futile; whatever weapon Immanitas possessed, it had decimated a fleet far larger than his single vessel. But to surrender... that would mean facing Immanitas directly, with no leverage and no escape."Very well," he said at last. "Power down the engines. Destroy all sensitive data. And prepare my personal shuttle."His second-in-command looked at him in shock. "My lord, surely you don't intend to—""To face Immanitas?" Malevex finished. "That's precisely what I intend to do. Sometimes, the only way out is through."----Immanitas stood in the Lighthouse's main hangar as Malevex's shuttle touched down. She was flanked by a contingent of elite guards, their weapons trained on the shuttle's hatch.As Malevex emerged, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender, Immanitas felt a surge of satisfaction. "Welcome to the Lighthouse, Darth Malevex," she said, her voice dripping with false courtesy. "I trust you found our defensive capabilities... impressive?"Malevex's cowled face betrayed nothing. "Impressive indeed, Darth Immanitas. It seems I've underestimated you. Again.""A common occurrence lately," Immanitas replied. She gestured, and her guards moved forward to secure Malevex. "Shall we discuss the terms of your... cooperation?"As they led Malevex away, Immanitas's expression remained impassive, her mind already racing with calculations and contingencies. The immediate threat had been neutralized, but the true battle was entering a dangerous phase. Malevex had seen too much; he could not be allowed to report back to his allies. But neither could she simply eliminate a Darth of his standing without consequences.No, she would have to be clever. To turn this potential disaster into an opportunity. As she followed the group towards the Lighthouse's main conference room, her mind was already considering possibilities.

Lightning streaked across the perpetually stormy skies of Dromund Kaas, illuminating the imposing silhouette of the Imperial Citadel for a brief moment. Within its ancient halls, Darth Immanitas moved with purposeful strides, her dark robes whispering against the stone floors. The very air seemed to thicken with anticipation and barely contained power as she neared the chambers of the Dark Council, the nexus of Sith authority within the Empire.As the massive doors swung open, Immanitas was greeted by the sight of her rivals: Darth Vortikar, Darth Morana, and Darth Malevex, each flanked by their own retinue of supporters. The other Dark Council members were arrayed around the circular chamber, their faces masks of carefully cultivated neutrality."Darth Immanitas," Vortikar snarled, his voice dripping with barely contained rage. "Your machinations end here."Immanitas' voice carried a hint of cold amusement. "Do they, Darth Vortikar? I was under the impression I was summoned to discuss the recent... pirate incursion in the Outer Rim."Morana stepped forward, her elaborate robes rustling. "Don't play coy, Immanitas. We know about your secret facility. About the weapon of mass destruction you've developed."A ripple of murmurs spread through the assembled Sith. Immanitas could feel the currents of the Force shifting around her, probing, seeking weakness. She stood firm, her mental shields impenetrable."Interesting claims," she said, her voice calm. "I don't suppose you have any evidence to support these... wild accusations?"Malevex's cowled form seemed to ripple as he moved closer, his posture betraying a hint of unease that hadn't been there before. "We have recordings, Immanitas. Evidence of gravimetric disturbances that could only be caused by an experimental weapon. I've seen the aftermath myself."Immanitas' eyes narrowed imperceptibly at Malevex's words, recognizing the veiled reference to his ill-fated visit to the Lighthouse. For a moment, silence reigned in the chamber. Then, Immanitas laughed. It was a sound devoid of mirth, sharp enough to cut durasteel."Is that so?" she asked, her eyes gleaming. With a gesture, she activated a holoprojector she had brought with her. "Then perhaps the Council would be interested in seeing this."The hologram flickered to life, showing a series of communications between Vortikar, Morana, and Malevex. Plans to undermine Imperial operations in the Outer Rim. Discussions of using mercenaries to attack Imperial facilities. Schemes to manipulate resource allocation for personal gain."Fabrications!" Vortikar roared, but Immanitas could see the doubt creeping into the eyes of the other Council members."Are they?" Immanitas asked softly. "I assure you, these records have been thoroughly authenticated. It seems in your haste to discredit me, you've exposed your own treachery."She turned to address the Council at large. "As for these alleged 'gravimetric disturbances,' I believe this will shed some light on the matter." She produced a datapad, presenting it to the Council. "This is a peer-reviewed paper by some of the Empire's leading astrophysicists, explaining the natural phenomenon observed in the region where the supposed 'weapon' was activated. It appears my accusers are mistaking cutting-edge scientific research for weapons development."The Council members murmured among themselves as they reviewed the data. Immanitas continued, "While these... conspirators sought to maintain the status quo, to cling to outdated methods and stagnant thinking, I looked to the future. The advancements we've made in our research could revolutionize our military capabilities, our resource management, our very understanding of the Force itself."With another gesture, she brought up schematics of advanced ships and technology her team had developed. "As a gesture of good faith and loyalty, I offer these designs to the Empire. They represent but a fraction of the advancements we've achieved, all in service to the Sith Empire's dominance."She could feel the tide turning, the Force swirling around her in approval. But Malevex wasn't done yet.When Malevex spoke again, his voice carried a note of frustrated certainty. "Pretty words," he hissed. "But what of the facility where this research took place? What are you truly hiding, Immanitas? I've seen more than you realize."Immanitas' eyes narrowed, her voice carrying a hint of warning that only Malevex would fully understand. "I hide nothing, Darth Malevex. The location of our research facilities is classified for security reasons - security, I might add, that seems well-justified given the attacks orchestrated by you and your co-conspirators. Perhaps you'd care to explain to the Council the true nature of your recent... expedition?"Malevex stiffened, recognizing the dangerous ground he now tread. To reveal more about his encounter at the Lighthouse would be to admit to actions the Council might view as treasonous. Worse, perhaps, it might appear as if he was purposely undermining the Empress's decrees.She took a step forward, her presence seeming to fill the chamber. "Yes, I took risks. Yes, I pushed boundaries. But everything I have done has been for the glory and advancement of the Sith Empire. Can you say the same?"The air in the chamber grew thick with Dark Side energy as the rival Sith Lords glared at each other. One of the Dark Council members, a towering Sith pureblood with eyes like molten gold, leaned forward."We have heard enough," he said, his voice resonating with power. "Darth Immanitas, your results speak for themselves. Your research will continue, under our distant supervision. As for the accusations against you—"Suddenly, with a roar of unbridled rage, Darth Vortikar ignited his lightsaber and lunged at Immanitas. "You serpent!" he bellowed. "I'll end your machinations here and now!"In a fluid motion, Immanitas' twin lightsabers sprang to life, their crimson blades intercepting Vortikar's attack with a resounding crack. The two Sith moved in a deadly dance, lightsabers humming and sparking as they clashed.Vortikar's rage-fueled assault was relentless, his single blade a blur of crimson energy. Immanitas met each strike with precision, her twin sabers moving with fluid grace. The air crackled with Dark Side energy as the two Sith Lords unleashed their full power.But it quickly became apparent that Vortikar was outmatched. Where his attacks were fueled by blind rage, Immanitas moved with calculated precision. She deflected a vicious overhand strike, the force of the blow sending shockwaves through the chamber. In that moment of imbalance, she saw her opening. With a swift, almost casual flick of her wrist, she disarmed him, his lightsaber clattering to the floor.Before either could make another move, the Pureblood council member was there, his massive hand clamping down on Vortikar' throat. Dark Side energy crackled around them as he lifted Vortikar off his feet."You dare disturb the sanctity of this chamber with your petty violence?" the Council member's voice boomed. With a sickening crunch, he tightened his grip. Vortikar' body went limp, and he was carelessly tossed aside.Immanitas felt a jolt of surprise and fear course through her at the Council member's swift and brutal action. For a moment, her carefully maintained composure slipped, her eyes widening as she realized the true depths of power and ruthlessness possessed by those who sat on the Dark Council.Darth Morana and Darth Malevex, who had watched the brief combat with wide eyes, quickly composed themselves. It was clear they hadn't expected Vortikar to lose control so spectacularly.Morana was the first to speak, her voice carefully modulated. "My lords, I assure you, we had no knowledge of Vortikar's intentions. We submit ourselves to your judgment and to any increased scrutiny you deem necessary."Malevex nodded in agreement, his cowled head bowing slightly. "Indeed. We live to serve the Empire and this Council."The pureblood council member's gaze swept over them, then settled on Immanitas. "See that you remember that," he growled. "Darth Immanitas, you are dismissed. Continue your work, but know that we will be watching more closely from now on."As Immanitas bowed and turned to leave, she caught the wary glances of Morana and Malevex. They had been thoroughly outmaneuvered, their accusations turned back on them. Malevex's gaze, in particular, might have held a mixture of frustration and grudging respect. He had seen the power of the Lighthouse firsthand, yet found himself unable to reveal that knowledge without compromising himself. Still, there was something else there, lurking beneath his carefully formed composure; satisfaction.----Later, aboard her flagship, Immanitas stood before the viewport in her private chambers, the stars stretching endlessly before her. The victory in the Council chambers still rang hollow, a pyrrhic triumph that would only intensify the eyes upon her.She turned to the secure holographic display, its blue glow casting eerie shadows across her face as she reviewed the latest reports from system 781-T4. The Lighthouse project inched forward, each step slowed by the suffocating need for secrecy. A frown creased her brow. Was the power she sought worth this constant dance on the knife's edge of discovery?The thought vanished as quickly as it had come, banished by the memory of the knowledge she'd gleaned, the potential she'd glimpsed. What awaited out there was too vital to abandon, too crucial to the future she envisioned.Her fingers danced across the console, drafting new security protocols, weaving fresh layers of misdirection. Never again would she permit rivals like Vortikar to come so close to unraveling her work. Morana and Malevex might be cowed for now, licking their wounds in the shadows, but they would remain thorns in her side, ever-watchful for a misstep.Immanitas' eyes narrowed, a cold smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Let them watch and scheme. With her position secure, she could channel more resources to her true work, accelerate plans long in the making. The Empire she envisioned – stronger, more unified, prepared for threats yet unseen – was within reach.She closed the display, her resolve hardened anew. The path ahead was treacherous, fraught with pitfalls both seen and hidden. But she had not clawed her way to this precipice to balk now. Whatever the cost, whatever sacrifices lay ahead, she would see her vision realized.The stars seemed to burn brighter as she gazed out once more. Somewhere out there, the future awaited. And she would forge it with her own hands.

The sleek Imperial shuttle shuddered slightly as it navigated the turbulent winds of the upper atmosphere. Darth Immanitas sat alone in the passenger compartment, her gaze fixed on the rapidly shrinking form of the Lighthouse as it faded from view. The recent confrontation in the Dark Council chambers still weighed heavily on her mind, each moment etched into her memory with perfect clarity.A soft chime announced Linnaea's arrival from the cockpit. The Pureblood Sith made her way down the aisle, gracefully compensating for the occasional jolt of turbulence. She took the seat opposite Immanitas."The reports you requested, my lord," Linnaea said, offering a datapad.Immanitas took it without looking, her gaze still fixed on the viewport. "And?""The Dark Council has accepted our official narrative regarding the 'pirate attack'. Our successful defense and the natural phenomena we reported have been noted, though not dwelled upon." Linnaea paused, then added, "However, there are... whispers."Now Immanitas turned, her eyes narrowing. "Elaborate.""Some within Sith Intelligence suspect there's more to the story. They're not actively investigating, but they're... watching. Particularly, they're curious about the exact nature of our research in this part of space."Immanitas nodded slowly. It was to be expected. The Empire bred suspicion as naturally as it did ambition. "And our former rivals?""Darth Morana and Darth Malevex have publicly reaffirmed their loyalty to the Empire. They're under increased scrutiny, as expected, but have retained their positions. As for Darth Vortikar...""Patience never was his strong suit," Immanitas finished. "A pity. He was a formidable Sith. He might have been useful."Linnaea hesitated, then spoke. "My lord, if I may... the Dark Council member who intervened. His power was... unsettling.""Yes," Immanitas murmured, a flicker of unease passing across her features. She recalled the pureblood Sith's casual display of lethal force, the raw power that had radiated from him. "A reminder that we must tread carefully. Our ambitions are great, but we are not without vulnerabilities."She turned back to the viewport, watching as they approached the gleaming structures of the new colony, her voice taking on a tone of quiet determination. "Increase security protocols across all our operations. Continue to obfuscate the true nature of our work here. And... begin preparations for phase two of the expansion."Linnaea bowed slightly in her seat. "It will be done, my lord. And what of Doctor Tinalia's request for additional resources for the gravimetric project?"Immanitas considered for a moment. "Grant it, but ensure all documentation is properly sanitized. As far as the Empire is concerned, we're merely conducting advanced astrophysics research."As Linnaea made notes on her datapad, Immanitas added, "One more thing. Schedule a meeting with our media contacts. It's time we began shaping the narrative more... proactively.""Of course, my lord. Will there be anything else?"Immanitas paused, then said softly, "What do you make of all this, Linnaea? Speak freely."Her niece seemed surprised by the question. "My lord, I... I believe we're walking a dangerous path. But a necessary one. The Empire has grown stagnant, resistant to change. What we're doing here..." She gestured to the viewport, to the growing colony below. "This could revolutionize everything."Immanitas nodded. "Indeed. Go now, prepare for our landing."As Linnaea returned to the cockpit, Immanitas' thoughts turned inward. The confrontation in the Dark Council chambers had been a close thing. She had emerged victorious, but the cost had been high. Vortikar was dead, a potent reminder of the price of failure. Morana and Malevex were cowed but not eliminated, potential thorns in her side for the future. And the Dark Council's attention was now firmly fixed on her activities, a double-edged sword of opportunity and danger.The Empire had seen a glimpse of her potential – hints of advanced research, whispers of expanded territories, the promise of new sources of power. And they wanted more, even if they didn't fully understand what "more" entailed.Immanitas smiled, a cold, determined expression. She would continue to push the boundaries, to reshape the Empire from within. The Lighthouse and its secrets would remain hidden, an ace up her sleeve for when it was truly needed.She thought of Setikeja, of his lessons in patience and foresight. She thought of the Dark Council, of the raw power they wielded and the heights she had yet to reach. She thought of this expansion, of the Lighthouse, of all that she had built and all that was yet to come.The comm unit on the shuttle's console chimed, interrupting her thoughts. A quick glance showed it was a priority transmission from Dromund Kaas. The Dark Council, no doubt, with new directives, new scrutiny.Immanitas straightened, composing herself. The game continued, the stakes ever higher. But she was Darth Immanitas, heir to Setikeja's vision, architect of a new future for the Sith Empire. And she would not be denied.With a wave of her hand, she accepted the transmission, ready to face whatever new challenges awaited.

Epilogue: Harbingers of Change

The bustling cantina on Vaiken Spacedock hummed with activity, a cacophony of voices and clattering dishes providing a constant backdrop of noise. In a dimly lit corner booth, partially obscured by a large potted plant, three figures sat hunched over their drinks, their heads close together in hushed conversation.Darth Morana sipped her Corellian brandy, her eyes scanning the crowded room over the rim of her glass. "Are you certain of this information?" she murmured, her lips barely moving.Across from her, Darth Malevex nodded almost imperceptibly, his cowled face hidden in the booth's shadows. He idly stirred his own drink, the picture of casual indifference. "My sources are reliable," he whispered back. "Immanitas's activities out there go far beyond what she's reported to the Council. I lost a great deal in order to see it firsthand."Between them, Captain Varine sat rigidly, her fingers white-knuckled around her untouched glass. The loss of Darth Vortikar had left a palpable void, one that radiated from her in waves of barely contained grief and fury.A boisterous group of off-duty soldiers passed by their table, and the three leaned back, adopting relaxed postures until the potential eavesdroppers had moved on. Once the coast was clear, they huddled close again.Morana's fingers tightened around her glass. "We underestimated her once. We won't make that mistake again."Malevex raised a hand, as if to make a point in casual conversation, but instead used the motion to activate a small device hidden in his sleeve. A faint hum, barely audible over the cantina's noise, indicated a short-range sound dampener was now active."There's more," he said, his voice still low but less guarded. "My agents have uncovered evidence of unusual activity in the Unknown Regions. Signals that don't match any known Imperial or Republic frequencies."Morana's eyebrows rose slightly. "A new player entering the game?""Or an old one re-emerging," Malevex countered. "Either way, it could be the leverage we need. And there's something else... reports of spatial anomalies, tears in the very fabric of space-time. They coincide with the gravimetric disturbances we detected from Immanitas's secret facility."Morana's eyes widened. "You think her experiments are responsible?"Malevex nodded grimly. "It seems her meddling may have opened doors best left closed. Whatever's out there, it's stirring now.""We'll need allies," Morana said, her mind already racing with possibilities. "Someone with influence on the Council."Malevex nodded. "I have a meeting scheduled with Darth Seva later. His network of spies and mercenaries beyond Imperial space might give us insight into these unknown signals and anomalies.""Good," Morana said, finishing her drink. "We'll need every advantage we can get. Seva's always been an outsider in Sith politics, but his connections could prove invaluable. Immanitas may have won this round, but her ambitions make her vulnerable."Captain Varine, who had remained silent until now, spoke in a voice tight with suppressed emotion. "And what of justice for Lord Vortikar? Are we to let his death go unanswered while we chase shadows?"Morana and Malevex exchanged a glance. "Patience, Captain," Morana said softly. "Vortikar's death will be avenged, but we must move carefully. Immanitas is more dangerous than ever now."Varine's eyes flashed with a mixture of pain and determination. "Then let us ensure her downfall is as complete as it is inevitable."As the three continued their clandestine meeting, blending into the background of the busy cantina, they remained unaware of the deeper currents stirring in the galaxy...----In the depths of wild space, beyond the reach of both Empire and Republic, a massive fleet hung in the void. Ships of an alien design, their hulls adorned with strange, organic patterns, moved with eerie synchronization. The vessels seemed to pulse with an inner light, their movements fluid and unnaturally graceful.On the bridge of the largest vessel, a figure shrouded in shadows gazed out at the stars. Ancient eyes, filled with unknowable wisdom and terrible purpose, focused on a distant point where the fabric of space seemed to shimmer and waver.A subordinate approached, bowing low. "Overlord, our sensors indicate the hyperspace barrier is thinning. Pockets are forming, large enough to conceal our advance forces."The Overlord nodded slowly, its voice a whisper that seemed to echo across millennia. "Excellent. And our scouts?""They report success, Overlord. The galaxy remains fractured, ripe for manipulation. The Hutt Cartel grows complacent, the Sith Empire is embroiled in internal power struggles, and the Republic is stretched thin.""Then the time has come to accelerate our plans," the Overlord said, turning to face its subordinate. "Begin seeding operatives throughout the major powers. We will sow chaos from within, weaken their structures, and pave the way for our eventual emergence."The subordinate bowed again. "It shall be done, Overlord. Shall we recall the Vanguard?""No," the Overlord replied, its gaze returning to the shimmering barrier. "Let them continue their work. The galaxy must remain ignorant of our true strength until the moment is right."As the vast armada began to shift, preparing for the next phase of their insidious plan, the first ripples of a coming storm spread across the galaxy, unnoticed by those embroiled in their own conflicts and schemes.----Aboard the Valkyrie, Darth Immanitas tossed restlessly in her sleep. In her dreams, she wandered through a maze of shifting shadows, each turn revealing glimpses of possible futures. Alien ships with organic hulls. Worlds consumed by chaos and death. The Empire in flames.Suddenly, Setikeja appeared before her, his form ethereal and translucent. His eyes, usually warm with wisdom, now burned with an urgent intensity. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead of words, a deafening, otherworldly shriek erupted.Immanitas jolted awake, a cold sweat on her brow. The echoes of the dream, dark and foreboding, lingered in her mind. For a moment, she sat motionless, her heart racing, as she tried to grasp the rapidly fading details of the vision.Taking a deep breath, she rose from her bed and moved to the meditation chamber adjoining her quarters. As she sank into a cross-legged position, she reached out with the Force, seeking clarity and understanding.The pieces were in motion. A storm was gathering on the horizon. And though she didn't yet understand its nature, Immanitas knew that her carefully laid plans hung in the balance.As she fell deeper into her meditation, one thought crystallized with absolute certainty: they needed to be ready for whatever was coming.