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Sitting in a large executive chair, a man rapidly withering by the sands of time, feeling their lifeforce being consumed by the wriggling mass of unnatural parasitation within him, looked at the holographic display of star charts in the space in front of the executive chair. hundreds, if not thousands of stars floated within the image, most of those numerous stars containing a multitude of planets, dawrfplanets and moons within their orbit. His eyes, vibrant with hues of crimson and gold surrounding a pair of slit pupils looked upon the nigh infinity of choices, the infantesimal sum of options. He was looking for something, someone... yet he had not been able to pinpoint her location.
Ninn, Cadomai, Ruuria, Mirial they were all potential places to look, places where the 'thing' He was looking for could be hiding, where it could be strengthening itself. He had attempted to drag some of the Diarchy's finest in a direct confrontation with this 'thing', but the attempts ended up being rather fruitless, as whatever he had been looking for had thus far managed to elude him, his grasp and gaze, but more importantly his influence. The probability of her hiding within the territory of the Sith was becoming more apparent, but as such made it also more dangerous and more cumbersome to retrieve what he viewed to be His by all rights.
"Of all the..." A shiver went through the man's spine, his face hidden within the shadows seemed to find a moment of stillness, as his eyes widened and opened up. If only for a mere moment, he could feel it... a gaze over his shoulder, a shimmer, a slight breeze, a whiff of momentary change and intrusion, a tremor within the force. Something or someone had managed to breach his defenses, his veil, but who?
"Patch me through to Amalia, KRONOS," A metallic ding could be heard, before the star chart was slid aside as the holographic image of a stoic looking woman with long black hair and gray eyes knelt and looked up and the decaying face of the man who had called her.
"Milord, I hope I have not troubled you..." Her voice went silent when the man raised his hand, clearly motioning her to remain silent.
"I have been figured out...and since you have not been compromised...who HAS been?" The man's voice was cold, stern and commanding. He expected a clear and concise answer, no rethoric, no speculations, but an actual and factual answer within the immediate time. "None of the sleepers as far as I know have been activated... so who, whose cover is blown as to allow one to gaze upon my presence within the force without my permission?"
"Milord...it may be...it could be..." The woman's voice trembled, clearly taken aback by the unnatural chill within the man's voice, a tone more akin to the rasping sound of a ghoul rather than that of a man.
"I'm waiting..."
"Tertius, milord," The woman sighed and nodded slightly. "He has gone to a meeting with the Dark Council of the Sith Order... he was adamant that he would make them see that the N&Z had tried to avert the invasions orchestrated and enacted by Ella Nova. It might be that his presence near such a concentrated presence within the force could have... somehow affected the latent 'presence' within his physical self, milord."
"That fool...even if what he knows would point to the contrary... the N&Z will not be absolved so easily," The Man let out a sigh, before suddenly letting out a short, cynically sinister sounding chuckle. "Still... I believe this might still be in our advantage. If he can't convince them of whatever it is he desires, he'll likely get killed or put into chains... an innocent victim to my own machinations, yet he was and is a failure, so it does not bother me too much. However, if he is killed... or incarcerated...you are free to move under my orders and without any pushback from his position. His damn pragmatism and desire to maintain neutrality has had too much effect on our progress... take over whatever industry and finances that you can within the former confederation's territory, expand the influence within the former Diarchy territory. Bring Mettallum into the fold and keep Marlon Sularen chained to his delusions of grandeur."
"As you command, milord," The woman saluted by means of holding her hand in front of her heart and then in front of her mouth. "So it shall be."
Returning his attention back towards the star charts, a shimmer seemed to ripple within the man's eyes, as he could taste it... even if but a faint whiff within the endless menagerie of tastes and smells of scents and sensations the Force held, the man was quite capable of discerning one scent from another, one taste from another. Whomever had been looking... was familiar. Shrugging his shoulders, a chuckle escaped his lips as he continued mulling over the possibilities over where to search for his prize... "Let them deal with the mess... it is not my duty nor place to concern myself with such trifling matters."
