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[member="Darth Metus"] was late. It was understandable of course. Traveling from Paecia to the center of the Republic was a difficult trip. Still, Mephirium was a punctual fellow and he expected nothing less from his apprentice. An apprentice that should have made done sort of progress with the Paecia government by now. The pieces to the puzzle were slowly falling into place, but even the slightest misstep and the fragile work of art might shatter into a thousand irrecoverable pieces.
The margin for error was very low as of late. Metus knew this, and would have already lost his life if he'd failed in any way. Either the Paecians would end his life, or Mephirium himself. There was no room for a liability among the Sith. Weakness would not be coddled among the Order of the Sith Lords as it was among the One Sith. There were no second chances. No bonds of camaraderie or romance between the masters of the dark side. Mephirium enjoyed Metus's company as the latter could be clever with words at times, and Mephirium enjoyed a verbal duel, but there was no illusion of alliance between them.
One day, Metus would strike Mephirium down and take his place. If not, then Mephirium would crush the apprentice for his failure, and find someone worthy of his title. That was the Rule of Two. It kept the Sith strong, and bred out any weaknesses the order might have. This was what separated the One Sith and their more traditional cousins.
The former would eventually fall to the Jedi as time had shown again and again. Crushing the Republic with brute force would never conquer it, nor would it ever force the Jedi to crumble. One needed subtlety and to check oneself on his or her arrogance to succeed.
Arrogance had been Palpatine's downfall, as it had been Darth Zannah's as well. Mephirium, the last in line to Bane's ancient order after killing his former master, would finally bring things full circle.
It was Ambria that was chosen for the meeting's setting this day. Drowned in the dark side by the ancient Sith Lords, there was no greater nexus of power in the core of the galaxy.
There Mephirium waited next to a Great Lake. This lake was the source of the Dark Side's power on this world, and it was tangible in the very air they breathed. The Sith Lord thrummed with power as the dark side flooded his veins and enraptured his very souls. Here he was at the height of his power, and here he would build the tools to dismantle the many obstacles in his way.