Opening the drapes for the first time in many months, Mejas stood back as light poured into his Consular office. As furnishings were engulfed in Selenian sunlight, the air swirled with disturbed dust. The Zabrak stood back and watched as it danced above his desk, swirling and darting like some vortex of the very cosmos.

A low, rumbling growl escaped from the frustrated Dark Jedi Master, and with a hand motion the drapes sealed themselves shut once again as the Zabrak slumped into his chair. Slamming his hand down upon a nearby control panel, the terminal screen lit up and Mejas activated the main Clan communication channel.

“Leaders of Arcona, I address you as Consul of this Clan and bearer of the title “di Tenebrous Arconae”. Gather on Selen by this eve. The Clan summit requires all Arconan’s presence. So mote it be.”

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Ships docked and Selen was a buzz with activity. As the House members entered the Clan construct, the Dark Jedi were ushered into the Hall of Shadows. Members had their own views on what was happening. Some thought this would be a pre-war address, others believed their summits were to be rewarded or perhaps new titles granted. Very few realised the true enormity of the occasion.

As the hall settled in silence, Proconsul JaM3z Lucius Entar was first to emerge. Walking past the Arconan throne, his deep purple robes moved silently as he stepped up to the dais.

“Dark greetings Brethren of Arcona. We have been gathered by direction of our Consul. I ask you all to rise for Consul Mejas Doto, di Tenebrous Arconae.”

As the Dark Jedi rose to their feet the shadow-black robes of the towering Zabrak Master emerged from the shadows of the Arconan throne. Moving between the shadow plane and reality was the Dark Jedi Master’s forte, and as he seeped into his Clansmen’s view the sinewy shadows reconstructed their Lord and Master.

Two strides saw the Consul in front of his throne and as he sat, Pontifex JaM3z retired towards his Consul’s right hand side, standing resolute and silent. With a hand gesture from their Proconsul, the Arconan’s took their seats.

Slowly lowering his hood, the Zabrak’s demonic visage was there for all to see. The ring of horns, like instruments of torture, were held so proudly by the Consul’s posture. The blue tones of the Zabrak’s skin seemed duller than usual and the stern look of the former Head Master was ever present as he glared out over his audience.

“My children of chaos, Arconan’s one and all. As your Consul I have strived for perfection in my service to you. This has not always been possible and more recently, it has become more challenging than ever. My own explorations in Shadow Crafting have diverted my attentions away from our Clan. I am so totally consumed by this purest of darkness that I feel I can no longer fully return to you as Consul.”

Murmurs and whispers erupted throughout the Hall of Shadows, only to be silenced by the screams of Selenian who writhed in exemplary agony from heir Consul’s Force Lightning assault.

“Remain focused my brethren.” hissed Mejas as he adjusted his position within his throne. “We have journeyed far since my appointment by the Council. We have feuded with Clans and now we are soon to enter a war that will truly take us all to our very limits. These limits must be stretched, and with the loss of faith by many of our Brethren, I can no longer lead you beyond these limits.”

Finishing this sentence the Zabrak Master rose from his seat and walked toward the dais at the front of the stage. “I hereby appoint Proconsul JaM3z Lucius Entar, di Tenebrous Arconae, as your new Consul. Arcona must have the strongest leader possible and while I will reside with Arcona forevermore as advisor and the first di Tenebrous Arconae, I can no longer devote myself to Clan leadership.”

Turning to his Proconsul, the Dark Jedi Master motioned with his right hand, “Pontifex JaM3z, be seated.” As JaM3z bowed low to his former Consul and mentor, the Pontifex sat in the throne as the Arconan audience rose to their feet.

“Consul JaM3z, Lord Arconae, accept your new found role as the absolute. So mote it be sealed with the blood, shadow and torment of your very being.”

As Mejas spoke these final words JaM3z quickly looked across to the Zabrak, but it was too late. Dark Side energy flew forth from the hands of the former Consul and bound JaM3z to the throne in which he sat. As he writhed in agony, blood flowed from the orifices of his face and wisps of the purest shadows seeped from the Arconan throne into the body of the Pontifex’s tortured soul.

And then it ceased.

“May each and every one of you devote yourself to Arcona and Consul JaM3z as you did me. This war will be ours my Brethren, this ceremony has nothing but assured it!” and as the Zabrak turned away from the dais, as if to leave the stage, his body slowly melted away into wisps of shadow, dissolving before the Arconans very eyes. Mejas Doto was no longer Consul of Arcona, he had fused with its very essence…

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