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As a Horde of Locust

Baroness Magrath

Guest
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News and Rumors, of which can easily be wrong or outdated, could reach the furthest corners of the galaxy.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"]
 

Haytham Kaze

Judge, Judgury, Judgecutioner
After his ship had landed he had been met with a droid to escort him. Of course, he had ignored the droid for the most part. Not for any particular reason but because he knew that droids had a habit of talking. They were as annoying as children in that aspect. But soon enough he was brought before a door, a door that opened up slowly to reveal a dimly lit blue room.

The golden orbs within his skull took in the room, scanning, searching for anything that could be revealed before he entered the room, his golden gaze travelling over the form of his host before tracking back to her ash e looked up to the Galaxy Map. Keeping his black hood over his features, he let the black shroud he bore continue to cover him in mystery. No one need know who he actually was. For all intents and purposes, Haytham Kaze was gone, and the only person that stood in his place was Darth Athyssius.

Soon enough, he had found a seat, and he took it. His large form remained rigid, professional as he remained prepared to spring up at a moment's notice. He was in a place that was alien to him, with a person he had never met before. He may have came in person, but that was only because his curiosity was piqued.

He said nothing as his golden orbs, now flecked with crimson looked back to the figure on the other side of the Galaxy Map.

[member="Baroness Magrath"]
 

Baroness Magrath

Guest
Silence fell upon the room, a simple gesture of the woman's hand stopped the droid from reentering the room. The only noise to pierce the darknesses was the droid offering a half bow before shuffling from the room. Slowly the map that had bathed the confines of the space began to fade away, the blue tint shying from the corners before flickering from life. However it would not remain as such, the woman's slender fingers slowly slipping over the arm rest upon her chair as she quietly leaned back. The goblet of wine in her hand was slowly brought to her lips, slipping across them as she slaked her thirst.

Then the room burst in a brilliant flash of blue, for a moment it outlined the woman's silhouette though gave no appearance or aid in revealing her features. The map now shown a brilliant section carved out in red, though not where the One Sith empire currently stood. No, this map was different as it shown the world of Dromund Kaas blinking slowly in a continues dull flash. The extent of the Empire upon display seemed to dwarf what the Sith laid claim to now, a legacy that was not carried on.

"The Sith Empire; or what I suppose would be called the Old Sith Empire. It reigned supreme from Dromund Kaas, its Emperor expanding its borders through might, until."

Slowly the borders of the empire began to ebb and wane, showing the effects of external influences upon the Empire, as others collided upon the expansive empire. The Republic and the Mandalorians, slowly cutting a swath through the territory of the Empire until finally, they reached Dromund Kaas. Then the world that had been blinking slowly faded out, its life snuffed from existence. That Empire that had stood crumbled, the map splitting away and falling until nothing remained save for empty space.

"In time others would rise, others would lay claim to the mantel of the Sith."

Even speaking the words caused her some pain as she rubbed her temple. There had been so many that sprung up to lay their claim to the title of the Sith, to act as a reemergent Sith Empire. Slowly the map began to blink, showing off the various Sith aligned Empires, Kingdoms, Fiefs and all manner of governments to call themselves Sith. From as far south as the Black Rose to the One Sith Empire that cut its way through the Core Worlds. The woman remained leaned back in her seat as the map shown its little history lesson, its timeline of Empires rising and falling.

"What makes your Sith Triumvirate any different than those that have come before?"


[member="Haytham Kaze"]
 

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