Log:Last Rites

Last Rites

OOC Date: November 6, 2015 (Optional)
Location: The Temple of the Force - Khar Delba
Participants: Shivan, Tamsin Cas, Flex'ka Vana

Shivan had gathered up a few of the Sith Trooper helms and some of the First Order trooper helms along with the help of Vix to carry back home to Khar Delba after the Ringali Nebula battles. While most of the Sith aren't prone to acts of honoring the fallen. However Shivan was the heart of the current Sith Order and she was by far a weirdo in her rites and teachings. The helms are arranged in the center of a firepit like altar that has been made.

Shivan stands behind them in her Lord robes and with her face covered in her new mask that goes with them. Nara is standing at her left, dressed in her dark purple and silver that she usually is. Vix is to her right and dressed in her crimson dress uniform. Shivan quietly waits for anyone that is coming to get there before starting things.

Tamsin was not a Sith, nor was she even with the realm of potential acolytes of the current Lord of the Sith. But that did not seem to be of any import now. What was, was that the Knight was here. Dressed in a slightly more ceremonial version of her usual robes, though the masked helm was the same. A pair of dark armored stormtroopers stood with her. Perhaps the Knights were experimenting with a colour scheme to differentiate their troops from those of the other First order allied forces. or, perhaps it was only a more visual show of honour. In any regard, the small contingent of representatives of the Knights of Ren stood in respectful silence as they awaited the ceremony to come.

Flex'ka Vana stands quietly near the firepit, unaccompanied save for an ID-10 droid programmed to betray him at some point. The shapeshifter did not program it himself, it was a gift from another Sith. He's wearing his usual, all-black combat suit, this time the hood on the robes is up. Because he's showing respect, of course. The memorial fire burns in the reflection of the Sith's icy eyes as he studies Tamsin and her armed guard.

"Thank you for coming." Shivan finally speaks to those that are gathered. They'd gained a small crowd from the priests from other paths that were watching. "While I know it is not always our custom to honor the dead, but that doesn't mean that we can't start or do it in special cases." she states. Shivan didn't usually perform rites in the temple, but today she'd taken the liberty to do so. Maybe the Knight Regent wouldn't try to stab her for doing it later.

Shivan recites the numbers of each First Order and Sith Trooper that was lost, which isn't a ton, but there is a weight to the losses. Losing fighters was never a good thing, but it happened.

When she is done reciting their numbers, her lightsaber is brought forth, the crimson blade igniting after the press of a button. It is touched to the thin line of oil that is leading to the helms. It sparks and lights to flame that quickly rushes towards and then engulfs the white and crimson trooper helmets.

She steps back to observe for a moment, watching the flames lick up the sides of the helmets with her creepy yellow gaze.

Tamsin made no reply to the Lady Sith's word of thanks. None was necessary, and would have been little more than a banal interruption of a solemn occasion. Instead, she offered only a nod of her helmeted head, an action mirrored by the two who had come with her. And then, the trio stood once again still and eternally silent as the small ceremony began, the cant of her mask turned in the direction of the two Sith who stood arrayed within the mixed group. The shift in the mark marked the ignition of the lightsaber, and the touching to ignite the oil, the flickering flames glimmering like fire on dark, night black water as it reflected over her mask.

Those Knights of Ren and their masks. Making a mental note to ask Kuolo about -his- mask, Flex'ka turns his eyes to those of Doctor Cas as hers find him. He makes a slight up-nod, so as to not draw attention away from the ceremony. Next, the shapeshifter's eyes turn to the flames approaching the helmets. As they do, and the smell of burning plasteel fills the room gradually, Flex'ka's attention is on the ID-10 droid that now settles on his robed shoulder, seemingly a show of deference to the dead.

Thankfully there is ventilation in here or it might be bad!

Shivan watches the flames consume the helmets and there is a quietness that settles over the others that had joined them. Shivan finally depresses the button on her lightsaber and it goes out. It fits easily onto her belt and she moves to sit on the floor a good deal back from the flames, meditation in mind. "We'll watch over the fire of our brothers. If there is anything you wish to say, please do so. Otherwise this will be done before the dawn." she bows her head to the gathered.

Then the yellow eyed woman takes a breath and lets it out slowly as her eyes close and she starts her meditating.

Apparently it was a quick ceremony unless you were going to stand and watch the fire all night!

Once the Lady Sith moved to settle in meditative repose, Tamsin stepped forward. The modulated voice which escaped the helmet was a sibilant sound over the crackle and hiss of the fire, "They have served. They will be of service. May their memory be not forgotten in those who carry their purpose, now, in their stead."

The trio of Knight and troopers did not move to settle within the temple. This was not their temple, nor their place. Respects had been paid, and they turned, nearly as a single unit, to allow those to whom these dead had belonged to mourn, or to meditate as seemed best to them. They left, much as they had stood, in silence.

Flex'ka doesn't approach. His presence is merely a courtesy to one of the two other Sith he knows of. The Shi'ido, who until recently was solely focused on reaching the rank of Admiral (for starters!) turns on a heel to find a seat, taking on a meditative position not unlike Shivan's, though his motivation is likely not identical. As his eyes close, Flex'ka reaches out. It used to be that the voice of the Force called on him and didn't listen, but lately the Sith had been able to respond mentally, and it was a source of interest to the shapeshifter to see how far that could go.