Jusadih System
Morroth
Temple of Plagueis - Ceremonial Chamber
35 ABY

_Black marble walls played host to a cacophony of whispers and words as the Dark Jedi of Plagueis gathered around the black Throne of the Ceremonial Chamber, awaiting their Summit. The chill of Morroth's air had, for once, vanished from the round room; the Chamber was smaller than the Throne Room of Kapsina and thus packed everyone closer together. Only those who had been Knighted, the true Dark Jedi, were permitted to stand; in front of them knelt Students, those learning the Dark Side. The Prospects were not yet deemed worthy of witnessing the ceremony; they had yet to prove themselves sufficiently. Their only time in this chamber was when one of them was summoned to clean it.

"Bear witness!" The voice of Furios was followed by the entry of Primus Pilus. "Your Summit approaches!"

All heads turned to the entry of the room as Rollmaster Arcadian and Aedile Sarak Shai entered, followed by the Quaestor, Tra'an Reith. Pilus enshrouded them, hands on their sabers, ready to kill any who struck at their Leaders. It was a gesture that had largely become ceremony. Tra'an took his seat on the Throne, while Shai stood at his right hand and Arcadian at his left. Pilus each knelt on one knee around the Throne, facing outward, eyes scanning and Force senses attuned for any threat; the image of readiness befit the Blade of Plagueis, sheathed though they were. Waiting until the room died down, the Quaestor spoke.

"Taskmaster," He said, his voice magnified and carried by the room's acoustics, "Come forth."

In marched Kal Vorrac, Last Son of Plagueis, Commander of Pilus; across his left shoulder was draped a short black cloak, the emblem of House Plagueis rested in crimson upon it - the Mantle of the Taskmaster. A silver chain fastened the garment around his neck, its clasp bearing his own hourglass symbol. Entering the room, walking along the aisle left clear by the crowd, he stood before the Throne and bowed down.

"Quaestor," He said, his tone humble and his eyes sharp, "I come at your word."

Tra'an's hand gestured; the cloak unclasped, lifting from the Sith's shoulders on unseen hands. "You have carried the burden of Ascension, felt the weight of duty on your shoulders. Cast it aside." The cloak floated behind the Throne, coming to rest on a stand prepared behind the Throne. Beside it rested the Mantles of Taskmaster Aralias and Taskmaster Furios, each cut to their liking and each bearing the Plagueian symbol in Obelisk blue. "Stand, and resume your service to the Ascendant House."

Kal stood, moving to the open position near the Throne and crouching, alongside his teammates. Tra'an spoke once more.

"Dacien Victae," he called, "Come forth."

The image of the Warlord departing from the crowd elicited many hushes whispers, until Tra'an held a hand up; Victae had recently returned to Plagueis, but his repute was for his actions before his departure. He had trained Vorrac. Marching to the Throne, Victae stood, his head just below the height of Tra'an's.

"You have proven your worth, shown your knowledge; you have served us well." Arcadian stepped forward, lifting the lid from a durasteel container. "Now, you serve us once again."

Dacien knelt; as he did, Arcadian draped a new black cloak, this one at full length, across his shoulders. The simple clasp meant nothing as Reith closed it with the Force; it would change in time, replaced by the Taskmaster himself. "This duty I accept; this honor I carry." Looking at Tra'an, he spoke the ceremonial words. "Your will, my hands."

"It is done. You have accepted the Mantle. Rise, Taskmaster Victae." Dacien stood, turning to face the crowd. "Rise, and be known!"

Dacien took his blade from his belt, lighting it and raising it high. Soon, the blades of all the Knighted joined him, raising in the air as they shouted their battle cry.

"Adapt! Ascend! Avail!"_

Congratulations, Dacien Victae, on your appointment as Taskmaster!

Today, we say goodbye to Taskmaster Kal di Plagia Vorrac as he passes on the Mantle; he has served us well, and continues to serve in other capacities.

It gives me great pleasure to welcome one of our own to the Summit Assistants, a member recently returned from the fallen House of Revan. He has been one of us for time immemorial, he has done mighty things in his time, and he will continue to serve us by giving instruction to our Journeymen. Welcome him, and wish him luck as he puts out Prospects to the test, passes Dark power onto our Students, and administers the Trials to prove the worth of those who seek the coveted rank of Dark Jedi Knight.

It is my pleasure to award the *Mantle of the Taskmaster to Dacien Victae! *

Sacramentum di Plagia.
Semper Fidelis di Plagia.
Glory to Plagueis.
Adapt. Ascend. Avail.

OP Tra'an Reith (Obelisk)/QUA/Plagueis [ACC: JUD]
SC / AC / DC-BP / BN-BL / Cr-5A-1S-6E-5T-2Q / CF-GF / CI-GC / DSS-BL / LS-AuL / SoL / S:-4Rm-8P-5U-4B-1De-3Ret-9Dec

{SA: DML - DSW}

Adapt. Ascend. Avail!