Geonosis

[Krath Apothos]

Slipping out of hyperspace, two vessels joined the growing cluster of warships above the orange ball of Geonosis.

 

The S-161 yacht The Eternus and the Baudo yacht The Iron Howlrunner seemed entirely out of place among so many vessels geared for war. The power of the two Krath who flew aboard them however, was another knot of dark energy to add to the swirling maelstrom of the Force that had been born of so many Sith Lords collecting in one place.

 

A raspy voice broadcast over the hailing frequencies.

 

"This (cough) is Krath Apothos, accompanied by Krath Inmortos. The lords of Mon Calamari would join their efforts to this endeavor. Permission to board."

 

The message cut out, and in his cockpit, the hunched, twisted form of Krath Apothos devolved into a painful fit of coughing, his whole body shaking with each labored breath. The dull, grey skin of his hands turned white as he clenched and unclenched his fists. While his body suffered though, his mind reached out through the Force.

 

The Force nearly boiled in the presence of so many practitioners of the Dark Side. Each sat distinct as a node of corruption that-

 

Apothos paused in his examination.

 

There...

 

He knew that presence.

 

Under the black cloth that covered his face, Apothos smiled.

[Krath Apothos]

Entering behind the necromancer, Krath Apothos rode into the room.

 

The hunched, grey skinned thing that might have once passed for a neimoidian sat curled up in a high-backed Emperiax Walking Throne, followed by an honor guard of six DG-series "Deepguard" battle droids, Monitor class. A silky, black cloth lay draped over his head and down to his shoulders, completely obscuring his features, and a red robe hung off of the rest of his emaciated body. The six spindly legs of the throne clicked and clinked along the metal floor as it maneuvered its bulk towards the command center.

 

As the chair moved, its rider said nothing, but his sightless eyes locked onto Darth Akheron, the black veiled facer following him as his throne bore Apothos to stand...sit...next to Krath Inmortos.

 

As Inmortos finished his introduction, Apothos tore his attention away from Akheron, saying nothing to his former master. Instead, he only said, "Krath Apothos," in brief introduction.

Edited April 21, 2021 by Krath Apothos

[Krath Apothos]

As the insectile legs of Apothos' chair guided him out of the command center, his face held on Darth Akheron again, before finally turning away.

 

Let us see, my former master, if you are still the burning beacon of power I first saw on Onderon, he thought to himself. And let us see if that power is enough to grasp a world.

 

His attention lingered briefly on the clone commander.

 

...Wait...yes, I know that one...from Mon Cal.

 

The tunnels. Yes...

 

Dangerous...

 

Then his throne passed out of the room, and he drew his attention back to the task at hand.

 

Aaris III...

 

With a thought, he commanded the communicator embedded into his throne to access his ship's records and draw up information on the remote little planet. Reading code directly was still incredibly difficult for him, but simple information like this was possible, if not easy. Given his lack of normal sight though, he predicted he'd come to rely more and more on this skill in the future.

 

A ruined planet of pirates and primitives. Destroyed itself through war...

 

He smiled underneath the cloth that covered his face.

 

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The Ironhowlrunner and The Eternus detached from the fleet.

 

Within minutes, they'd jumped back into hyperspace.