Where Ultimatums are Useless [War, Egg Obtainment]

[Slade Xandir]

It had been too long since he had been able to keep an eye on his Apprentice, but like any independent being under the House of the Blood, the Bringer of War was always managing to be near enough to be summoned with ease and observant enough to know almost instantaneously when Blood required him. Whether he was several systems away or on the same planet, it seemed War never made Blood wait, having picked up the lesson swift, and with it, the respect of the current Lord of the Sith.
With such a hard to earn facet of grace, came rewards.

Today was such an occasion.

Though Blood hadn't been able to successfully train his Apprentice as often as he wanted, the times they had come together to learn under the Force, it seemed much more lasting than a regular lord's hand-me-down lessons to their pupil. Warvanus had successfully handled this Patrol he came to create, and the Sithian noticed it. With that and so much more, including the successful raids for supplies, it seemed Warvanus was doing much more than his proper haul, equaling up to what Blood desired him to be. Warvanus stopped for nothing in the name of the Sith, and his reward was to come, today.

With a deep breath of the frigid world's air, Arkania's air, the Dragon King returned to the Imperial planet to collect yet another one of those precious gems, one that held some of the most violent types of life, possible. Something violent enough to be believed as Sith Spawn, but in face not. They had to find who's cord of Force was nearly identical to that of Warvanus' own. Destructive, but mindful. Not too far from Blood's own, but something who's bulk was not directed to calculating the best outcomes - something who's bulk was destined for backup and being the tide who turned the war. A lineage such as that.

The cold hadn't bothered him. In fact, the only piece of it that he could feel was on his eyes and through the breaths that he inhaled. The Orbalisks had seemingly made the monster numb. Blood had also been peeking into lessons from prior lords who had come across the ability to transport things from one plane to another, and it was labeled as a "Wormhole" of sorts. Though it didn't alter time or anything with relation, it did open a gap through space where one could teleport from one place to another. Had he been able to practice acquiring the power, he would have to figure out a plethora of things along with it, including how to manipulate gravity itself, and force it to bend to his will. But such a powerful thing was beyonf him for now, and he would focus on it at a different time.

As for now, he waited for the inevitable arrival of Warvanus.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus lived and breathed the Sith Empire, everything he had done had been for the betterment of the Sith Order. He stood from the balcony in his complex, the place he had dubbed Karza Nesti, War Bringer in the common tongue, it was his sanctuary and his strong-hold. It bore his own banner, but also that of his Master , the Dark Lord himself. From the distance he could see the mountains spitting lava, it was a glorious sight to the Sith Lord. This whole world was at war with itself. It was fitting that this be his domain. He had the Dawn Patrol running training exercises on Sojourn. His Apprentices Krieger,and Kinta Vetasa who was once a sniper known as Widow, she was deadly and soon he would choose one to train fully. Now was not that time.

He could feel the tug on his mind, that same tug he had come to recognize as his Master’s touch through the Force, summoning him. He knew his Master was off system but he now had to go to the Dark Lord and he would as always not waste time in doing so.

“Prepare my shuttle and contact the Magnetar and have them prepare for my arrival” he told the officer standing at the doorway.

He turned on his heel and through the Force (Telepathy) he answered his Master’s call the thought, the gist of it was that he was on his way that this summons trumped anything else going on within his domain.

He looked at Kinta Vetasa “Remain here, you are in charge” He eyed Krieger, ever since Lucazec something about him had been off and as time passed it became more obvious. A matter he would have to attend to sooner than later.

It was a short time before he was aboard his dreadnaught the Magnetar. He had apprised the Sith officer of their destination, and once Warvanus was aboard the Dreadnaught was en-route.

Warvanus retreated into his own personal meditation room, and drew on the Force , Lord Blood would feel him drawing near. He was certain they had much to discuss.

[Slade Xandir]

Something more refined than his own attempts to reach the Apprentice had boomeranged back to Blood, a sensation of awareness, and it confirmed his suspicions and desires. Simple put, Blood wanted War here, and here the Bringer of War would come. Off of mere emotions and connections they shared within the Force, War would probably be able to track the Sith Lord through all systems until he had been found. Pleased at the swiftness of the answer, Blood continued to admire the planet where the majority of his feats had been started by Slade, finished by himself, and soon published by the Empire.

Standing expectantly with his back against the exit doors of the Landing Pad that led out to the frosty petrified forest, he waited for Warvanus.

[Master Buggie]

((OOC: No more intergalactic paging, please. This is something that is beyond the abilities of our characters. Use a holoprojector or another form of communication technology for a similar result.))

[Kell Sangros]

When Warvanus boarded the Magnetar he was greeted with a message from one of the officers who served on board. He had informed the Sith Lord that they had just received a transmission from the Naga requesting Warvanus to meet with Lord Blood on Arkania. He had ordered the officer to inform the bridge of their destination, and it was not long before the Magnetar was enroute. Warvanus looked at that same officer.

“Make sure my Freighter is ready to disembark when we arrive” it was all he said he did not wait for an acknowledgment of the order. He departed the hanger and made his way to his personal quarters. Once he had entered he went before the holo-projector and sent a transmission to the Naga

“Master” he began “I am on my way” it was a simple message but one that would be effective.

He looked out the view-port now of his quarters at the vast void of hyperspace. He had never been to Arkania but knew the world was cold, and was where his Master had acquired his pet dragons. It was an odd location to meet but whatever his Master willed. He knew the Dark Lord had a purpose in all that he did, and since his ascension he had been busy conducting business that would better the order as a whole. Much like how Warvanus had been doing as well. If the Sith Order was to arise again it would be through the machinations of both Lord Blood and Warvanus.

He peered into the Force looking for guidance, maybe even a hint of what to expect but the Dark Side was silent. It was just as well.

After several minutes he moved away from the view-port and freshened up and prepared a meal as the Magnetar made its way to its destination.