The Red Cell

[Slade Xandir]

Blood felt acid boil within the depths of his stomach, his esophagus contracting and preparing to throw bile onto the polished floor. His grit teeth and furious glare into the mirror of the reflectant table however was enough to steer his sickness away to just revolting rivers of disgust. Blood retched simply from being ordered to do anything by anyone than his own Master. He was sickened by the mere thought of it. But Tormentous hadn't turned down the mission he entrusted his Beta to be fully capable of overseeing; hell, the mentor hadn't even blinked a pearlescent eye to Dastan coming across these trash traitors, despite him potentially leading the leaders of Tormentous' pack into suicide. The Agent was full of mystery, and whatever set someone as loyal as Mercy off was surely up to something. Slade may have respected, even gone so far as to trust this ghostly Sith, but Blood did not. He wasn't that much of an idiot either, especially when it came to history. History repeated itself; Blood loathed repetition.

So releasing his grip from the metallic table, he stood and adjusted his stature to something more regal and presentable, and proceeded to leave the temporary quarters. Heading out of the automatic door, Blood made his way past the two corridors that held his Apprentices. A double rap on both got their attention, and within a minute the trio headed down to the chambers of Krox.
Instructing them to wait outside of the door, Blood walked through the shade and gloom into the Den of the Zabrak.

[Xendiss Rayne]

Like a royal guard, Xendiss remained in the chambers of her Dreadlord, remaining completely shrouded to fit the general sinister black atmosphere of the Beast's Lair. No emotion rested on her stalwart visage as she stood like a statue, hands intertwined round her back in a formal, reverent hold, whilst her watch simply locked ahead in the most blatant stare possible. Lifeless she stood, black smoke almost seeming to emanate from her aura that whirred like a tenebrous vortex, blanketing the obsidian black cloak which stretched completely over her head. The lack of any lighting in the room caused her once vibrant crimson hair to appear a completely faded grey, mingling in with the gunmetal grey shades of her armourweave that was plated with lightweight Orbalisk, piercing to the armour's very foundations. Each stray strand of hair itself seemed to wave around her face and bust like hellish, shadowy tentacles, splaying out freely around her.

However, her deathly still form perked up as a voltage of surprise shocked through her body, evoked by the sudden arrival of Lord Blood into her proximity, and the Lair itself. One signature prideful rise of her bust shook out against her chest once she took a generous, deep inhale, doing her best to display strength over the lack of physical brawn and extremely diminishing height. Yet, Rayne trembled a little in her rise, breath quivering as she released back out in respiration, caused by the overwhelming tingling feelings that shook across her nerves, aroused by the detective nature of her Force attunement at the arrival of Slade.

But she didn't spare him her sight. Xendiss remained on the prepared vigil, awaiting orders and for her newfound Sith kin to congregate, choosing instead to keep staring forwards.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus had been training when the klaxons went off. He sheathed his blade as he felt the pull in the Force in which he had come to recognize as a summons. He turned his heel and left the training room. He followed the ebb in the Force, and found himself in what was called the “Beasts Lair” He entered the room and stood to the side as he waited for the room to continue to fill in. He took this time to dip into the Force, what he felt was darkness. Strong powerful darkness. Power that should not be in the hands of this pretender. It should be in the hands of his Master or better yet his own… he was a very long ways off before even being a contender for such power. He would get there though. He looked about the room he narrowed his eyes. His blue iris’ fading as the eyes of a true Sith came forth. The beast begging to be unleashed he could feel his blood quicken at the thought of killing and slaughtering.
He brought his thoughts deep within himself and adapted a mask of the apprentice. His Golden iris’ fading and the blue ones returning. He waited for what would happen next