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| While many of the lower levels originally served as prison cells and have since been repurposed, most of the upper levels served as offices and other similar facilities that retain those purposes under Clan Plagueis. On the top level is a command and control center which has been refitted to serve as more than just a control center of the former prison, but also as a command center for Clan Plagueis with a much more versatile control and communications system. There are also several sublevels, 28 all together, to which the bottom most levels formerly housed the maximum security wing of the complex. The upper sublevels still serve as the main hangar and spaceport which sprawls out onto the basin below the cliff the Pinnacle sits on. | | While many of the lower levels originally served as prison cells and have since been repurposed, most of the upper levels served as offices and other similar facilities that retain those purposes under Clan Plagueis. On the top level is a command and control center which has been refitted to serve as more than just a control center of the former prison, but also as a command center for Clan Plagueis with a much more versatile control and communications system. There are also several sublevels, 28 all together, to which the bottom most levels formerly housed the maximum security wing of the complex. The upper sublevels still serve as the main hangar and spaceport which sprawls out onto the basin below the cliff the Pinnacle sits on. |
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| | Hidden in the deepest recesses of the Pinnacle—the imposing headquarters of Clan Plagueis—lies a place spoken of only in whispers and speculation: the Whisper Gallery of the di Plagia. Accessible only through a narrow corridor of dark, polished stone and sealed behind massive, perfectly bisected blast doors, this secluded chamber exists outside the reach of the known levels of the citadel, as if purposely forgotten by time and architecture alike. |
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| | The corridor that leads to it is dimly lit by upcast sconces, their light glancing off the ceiling and casting long, oppressive shadows that stretch along the stone walls. Every footstep in this hall echoes with a calculated resonance, as if the very passage was designed to amplify anxiety and awe. Intimidation clings to the air like incense—thick, deliberate, and heavy with purpose. |
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| | Beyond the threshold lies the Whisper Gallery itself, a circular chamber seemingly hewn from untouched, living rock. The chamber’s walls remain unfinished, raw stone that looms like ancient sentinels around a centerpiece of exceptional craftsmanship: a massive, six-meter round table carved entirely from a single slab of wroshyr wood. Its dark, rich grain gleams with a mirror-like polish, broken only by a central gap that allows entry to the heart of the room. Encircling the table are high-backed chairs, obsidian-dark and austere, thrones of judgment and power arranged for the highest echelons of the Ascendant Clan. |
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| | Encircling the outer walls of the chamber stand a series of stone pedestals, each crowned with a softly glowing stone. These are no ordinary artifacts—their ambient light pulses faintly with a Force resonance that whispers just at the edge of perception. With focus, the whispers take shape as fragmented thoughts, half-formed emotions, or ghostly voices—yet never fully coalesce. These stones, the supposed prison or reliquary of the di Plagia's most storied figures, embody the chamber’s mythos. Some say they hold the souls of the clan’s most honored dead; others believe they trap traitors and enemies, bound eternally in silent penance. |
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| | Known in legend as much as in fear, the Whisper Gallery is not merely a place of meeting. It is a sanctum of legacy, judgment, and the hidden truths of Clan Plagueis. Those summoned to its center are measured not only by the living but by the dead—or worse, by those who still listen. |
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Latest revision as of 15:29, 15 May 2025
The Pinnacle is the main base of operations for Clan Plagueis on the surface of Aliso. Formerly a maximum security prison complex, the Pinnacle has intricate security systems and defenses at its disposal.
History
Upon the arrival of Clan Plagueis the Pinnacle was in disrepair, its databanks wiped of any historical data, and devoid of any signs of recent life. The true age of the Pinnacle is unknown but was created sometime during the Clone Wars by the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Sometime either during or after the war the facility was abandoned before being discovered by Clan Plagueis, and has now become the center of military and economic power on the planet, with surrounding communities quickly sprawling out from it.
Physical Description
The Pinnacle is a tall, closely built conglomerate of towers with the main tower reaching a height of 612 meters. At the base of the Pinnacle is a larger, wider support structure with many rooms repurposed for the needs of Clan Plagueis. Although the outside of the Pinnacle is protected by a shielding system, the inside is just as formidable with internal shielding grids, anti-riot control systems, and bulkhead controls making any attempt to overtake the Pinnacle nearly impossible.
While many of the lower levels originally served as prison cells and have since been repurposed, most of the upper levels served as offices and other similar facilities that retain those purposes under Clan Plagueis. On the top level is a command and control center which has been refitted to serve as more than just a control center of the former prison, but also as a command center for Clan Plagueis with a much more versatile control and communications system. There are also several sublevels, 28 all together, to which the bottom most levels formerly housed the maximum security wing of the complex. The upper sublevels still serve as the main hangar and spaceport which sprawls out onto the basin below the cliff the Pinnacle sits on.
The Whisper Gallery of the di Plagia
Hidden in the deepest recesses of the Pinnacle—the imposing headquarters of Clan Plagueis—lies a place spoken of only in whispers and speculation: the Whisper Gallery of the di Plagia. Accessible only through a narrow corridor of dark, polished stone and sealed behind massive, perfectly bisected blast doors, this secluded chamber exists outside the reach of the known levels of the citadel, as if purposely forgotten by time and architecture alike.
The corridor that leads to it is dimly lit by upcast sconces, their light glancing off the ceiling and casting long, oppressive shadows that stretch along the stone walls. Every footstep in this hall echoes with a calculated resonance, as if the very passage was designed to amplify anxiety and awe. Intimidation clings to the air like incense—thick, deliberate, and heavy with purpose.
Beyond the threshold lies the Whisper Gallery itself, a circular chamber seemingly hewn from untouched, living rock. The chamber’s walls remain unfinished, raw stone that looms like ancient sentinels around a centerpiece of exceptional craftsmanship: a massive, six-meter round table carved entirely from a single slab of wroshyr wood. Its dark, rich grain gleams with a mirror-like polish, broken only by a central gap that allows entry to the heart of the room. Encircling the table are high-backed chairs, obsidian-dark and austere, thrones of judgment and power arranged for the highest echelons of the Ascendant Clan.
Encircling the outer walls of the chamber stand a series of stone pedestals, each crowned with a softly glowing stone. These are no ordinary artifacts—their ambient light pulses faintly with a Force resonance that whispers just at the edge of perception. With focus, the whispers take shape as fragmented thoughts, half-formed emotions, or ghostly voices—yet never fully coalesce. These stones, the supposed prison or reliquary of the di Plagia's most storied figures, embody the chamber’s mythos. Some say they hold the souls of the clan’s most honored dead; others believe they trap traitors and enemies, bound eternally in silent penance.
Known in legend as much as in fear, the Whisper Gallery is not merely a place of meeting. It is a sanctum of legacy, judgment, and the hidden truths of Clan Plagueis. Those summoned to its center are measured not only by the living but by the dead—or worse, by those who still listen.