Ernordeth Puer-Irae strode into the Phantom Complex on Port Ol'val where Nikola Valtiere had been waiting for the Quaestor to arrive. Hiding that he was a Dark Jedi was going to take some getting used to. Taking charge of a whole new House would also take a lot of getting used to.

Valtiere was sat at a table, documents and maps spread seemingly haphazardly on the surface. He was reading a data-slate, eyes hooded. Moving from elite pilot to deputy leader of an entire House was a big step. Something he relished, for which self-respecting Sith did not relish power in all forms? He looked up as his Quaestor walked into the room, expression guarded as he took in his new leader, the man he would reforge Qel-Droma with.

“Quaestor.” Nikola rose, bowing. The man was his superior. He had earned the respect of the Dark Council, and thus his respect. And obedience. If they worked as one, they could make Qel-Droma great again. A long time leading Void Squadron had shown him the importance of teamwork. It was hard not to, when linking thoughts with multiple other pilots in the fury of battle.

“Hello, Nikola. They say the shadows of history haunt us. It’s time for our shadows to forever haunt the history of others. Our House will become dominant without them even knowing it.” Ernordeth cringed at the thought of others not knowing what group was the most successful. “I’m no stranger to success and we will not be either. It’s time we left our mark on Qel-Droma. Our members need to be clear on what we expect and what we will accomplish. Just as Qel-Droma and the pathetic Jedi met on Deneba to discuss what to do with the Krath we will meet on Port Ol’val. Call them to the Phantom Complex.”