Cethgus stepped into the darkness the dim lights of war that had become nothing more than the day to day expectations upon warships of the Brotherhood during the beginning of this crusade. Yet this place felt unwelcoming, as if by some magical expectation something had come to pass, with the recent news that had been brought to light it had been made clear that anyone inside of the mighty structure known as the Dark Council could have been corrupted by the One Sith. Letting his eyes scan around it was the first time the Quaestor had even stepped foot on the Nightfall the leading ship of the constant assaults. As always the Iridonian didn’t have much choice in matters when it involved the clan, as he continued to walk down the corridors allowing a small sigh to come to his lips. Knowing full well right now Marick was in a meeting with the Dark Council discussing their plans for the next crusade with only days away until the assault started. Hearing his boots gently tap along the metal surface of the deck he allowed his heads to turn to each door he passed, he had to admire the organization abilities of the normal troops well equipped and well prepared for war.
It had become clear from the communications that had gone before that there was a traitor among the Council, but the key had been narrowing down, each Clan and Houses had not only worked together something that had been missing since the start of the crusade, but had each shared information. It had come to this task with all the Leaders aboard this single ship, that they would now search for the final key, the part of the missing puzzle that would bring light to the true traitor and possibly even see their offenses end with their swift execution for crimes against the Brotherhood. Cethgus continued into the abyss of the ship knowing full well that his targets lay inside of the depths of the Headmasters staff, it was their that he would find the one who could give the secrets away, the one would would shed some light on the events that had taken place within the secret corridors of the Academy. Heading to the bows of the ships the creaks and groans that came from the vessel were just showing its age, but that mattered not they only covered the noise of the Primarch who was walking around the corridors.
It wasn’t long before the Primarch ran into his target, it was a simple call to make one of the few people that would know everything about the Shadow Academy, the Praetor. Ood was an easy target for the Iridonian to know not only for his delvings inside of the Clan but also all the work that he did outside of the Clan. Making him one of the few people inside the staff that the Arconae could easily get close to without getting up any suspicion from anyone else. What happened between the two of them in the under decks of the ship could only kept between the two of them, but the information required was simply extracted, it was easy it was peaceful but it was with its own consequences. Ood seemed more than willing to give every single detail over about the one above him with the simple reminder that once a place is open above him he could easily look at filling it in. The persuasion and conversation that had taken place could only stay behind closed doors as it rightly did between the two of them, what was said would have been questionable at best, at worst it could have cost both of them their lives.
As the Iridonian left the bowl of the ship it was clear that the Headmaster had dark intentions that were not clear to people around him, but was it these reasons alone that would leave him on a path of treason, after all power was something but the want for more power could have easily seen Ood lie to him. It would see Ood move up but at the same time could see the end of the Primarch, these thoughts flooded the head of the Primarch as he pondered walking towards the halls of the ship heading back towards the meeting rooms armed with the new information in his hands. Tho of course it would have to be brought up to Marick, he was the one that would decide how to act on this news alone it came down to his ability to judge the information, this was above something Cethgus could act on. As he walked down the corridor he saw the other group of members that had come with them all waiting for the meeting to finish, just simply joining the group as they waited, he allowed his eyes to fall on each of them it seemed that they had all been doing their own bit of research during their time away some looked like they had gone to extreme lengths.
It seemed that the meeting was ending, as the heads of Clans and Houses sauntered out it was clear that all of the information they had gathered was around this corridor, the Primarch watched as the leaders came out, taking not as one by one people branched off until it was only Cethgus and Marick left, standing there they allowed themselves to look over the data that had been handed across to them. Knowing full well that things would come to pass once the Consul read all of the information that had been handed to him, this matter was above the rank of a Quaestor. It was clear enough of that from the way Marick walked off back into the meeting room. Silence once more fell over the corridor as it was clear that matters had come to light inside of the room.
From what could be heard next it seemed that the secrets of the Headmaster came to light, as the sound of sabers igniting erupted threw out the corridor it seemed like time froze, before noise and the sound of combat erupted from the room, it was clear that the clash that was taking place was one that very few people could have been part of, but silence soon fell, with the end of the fighting taking place it was obvious that someone had lost, but as Marick walked back out of the meeting room it was clear that the position of Headmaster had become vacant. It was such inside of the Brotherhood that if you betrayed someones trust you lost your head quickly. It was the life of a Dark Jedi someone was always ready to replace you at the slightest hint of this day. And today was no exception in this situation. Cethgus and Marick began their return to the Arconan fleet and to the next battle that would take place.

By Cethgus Tiberius Entar Arconae (6705) Arcona