A soft dull blue hue filled the room, a map slowly rotating before her as the woman leaned back. The Deep Core and Core Worlds bathed in a feint red that throbbed upon the map for a moment. A feminie voice eminating from over her shoulder, belonging to the droid that stood silent until then.
"The One Sith. They rose to power in a bliztkrieg of the Core Worlds, displacing the failing Republic. They view themselves as the spritual successors to the older and now defunct Sith Empire."
With a quiet nod the red portion of the map slowly faded back though remained as it was. Tendrils reached out from the center, as if a massive organism unknowingly reaching out to move; yet had no forethought in which direction it required itself to go. More than anything the One Sith were a problem, a hive of locust that were devouring the worlds before them, and yet they were for a time, disabled in a sense.
News and Rumors, of which can easily be wrong or outdated, could reach the furthest corners of the galaxy. Even here in such a remote world within the Tingel Arm it was known that there was no Emperor, no head as it were. Tapping her fingers upon the arm rest, her other hand palming a wine glass as she took a sip, a trace of pink lipstick remaining upon the rim. Her hues fell to the map once more, this time another portion beginning to glow; a darker blue than the map, though still visible.
"The First Order. Thought to be the recreation of some ancient and far more successful progenitor organization to carry the name. They have seen some gains in the Outer Rim Territories, though appear to have slowed. This may be due to their close proximity to the newly reformed Galactic Alliance."
Once more the information was met with a nod as the woman kept her attention upon the map. The area of the New Order slowly fading back, only to be replaced with yet another cloud of influence. This one was more uniformed, consolidated and resting in the backyard of the Republic. A soft smirk crossed her lips at this information, though a part of her felt pity for the Republic being sandwiched between two enemies.
She had to admire the Republic's tenacity, holding tightly to their worlds and bringing new ones into the fold upon losing others. They were scrappers, and now they would have a larger fight upon their hands.
"The Sith Triumvirate. We know little information mistress, that is why a guest has been invited to inform you of their views and politics."
"Of course. Show him in."
"Yes mistress."
The droid bowed at its middle, before moving with its awkward shuffle to the door. The woman slowly leaned forward, looking at the map for a moment before sitting back. The soft blue hue of the map still bathed the room in a dim light, the woman's features though remained obscured as she sat in relative darkness. The door permitting a soft amount of light into the room, though not enough to reveal his host.
"Welcome. Please, have a seat."
[member="Haytham Kaze"]
"The One Sith. They rose to power in a bliztkrieg of the Core Worlds, displacing the failing Republic. They view themselves as the spritual successors to the older and now defunct Sith Empire."
With a quiet nod the red portion of the map slowly faded back though remained as it was. Tendrils reached out from the center, as if a massive organism unknowingly reaching out to move; yet had no forethought in which direction it required itself to go. More than anything the One Sith were a problem, a hive of locust that were devouring the worlds before them, and yet they were for a time, disabled in a sense.
News and Rumors, of which can easily be wrong or outdated, could reach the furthest corners of the galaxy. Even here in such a remote world within the Tingel Arm it was known that there was no Emperor, no head as it were. Tapping her fingers upon the arm rest, her other hand palming a wine glass as she took a sip, a trace of pink lipstick remaining upon the rim. Her hues fell to the map once more, this time another portion beginning to glow; a darker blue than the map, though still visible.
"The First Order. Thought to be the recreation of some ancient and far more successful progenitor organization to carry the name. They have seen some gains in the Outer Rim Territories, though appear to have slowed. This may be due to their close proximity to the newly reformed Galactic Alliance."
Once more the information was met with a nod as the woman kept her attention upon the map. The area of the New Order slowly fading back, only to be replaced with yet another cloud of influence. This one was more uniformed, consolidated and resting in the backyard of the Republic. A soft smirk crossed her lips at this information, though a part of her felt pity for the Republic being sandwiched between two enemies.
She had to admire the Republic's tenacity, holding tightly to their worlds and bringing new ones into the fold upon losing others. They were scrappers, and now they would have a larger fight upon their hands.
"The Sith Triumvirate. We know little information mistress, that is why a guest has been invited to inform you of their views and politics."
"Of course. Show him in."
"Yes mistress."
The droid bowed at its middle, before moving with its awkward shuffle to the door. The woman slowly leaned forward, looking at the map for a moment before sitting back. The soft blue hue of the map still bathed the room in a dim light, the woman's features though remained obscured as she sat in relative darkness. The door permitting a soft amount of light into the room, though not enough to reveal his host.
"Welcome. Please, have a seat."
[member="Haytham Kaze"]