Eye See Old Allies. Magnus Opus.

[Mythos]

Now was finally the time to reach out to the old world of Korriban, the home of his ancient power and the house on which the foundation of his skills was born. The Ancient Eye called now called The Sith Empire as a son of the One Sith, a former ally and a brother to many in the order ruled from a throne far in wild space.

How could he not? How could Mythos not reach out to those in The Sith Empire? There was his original master, The remains of the One Sith, the Sith Lords who held not only a common enemy but the ideals and yellow eyes that also spotted his own character and soul. To not reach out to them and build a bridge of corpses and body parts would be an insult to his character and to the history of his warrior legacy. A personal gift to Kaine Zambrano also came from Mythos with the delegation. A Unique Starfighter made from ancient Ankhyptian technology and re constructed using nothing more than the slabs and old datapads thousands of years old. True, such a starfighter was nothing more than a relic but as a collectors peice it was one of a kind in the galaxy and big enough to house Kaine himself given that it housed an Anubian warrior with full battle armor.

Mythos sat in his throne room, everything was prepared for the arrival of the Sith Empire delegation and his throne was set up in the fresh open air at the city center of Angramar.

His skull hung over his left shoulder and his rudis, crafted by the emperor of the One Sith himself and the wrath @Reverence laid slung upon his back. He was clad in battle armor that was light yet sturdy, composed of various rare ores and jewels made to be ornamental more than practical and of course... the Gold.

Gold was everywhere, his throne was of it, his jewlery that jingled when he moved was bathed in it, even the steps up to his throne, flanked by various trees and rare fauna was crafted exclusively of pure solid gold. The sun above them was shining powerfully but it was fresh and cool enough not to be oppressed by the power of it's rays. [member="Seras Rose"] of course never far away from Magnus himself and side by side the warriors of Ankhypt clad in ornamental armor wielding weapons looking so ancient that they seemed to belong in a museum, not a field of battle. Looks can be deceiving.

The representatives of the Sith Empire would be escorted by the careful hand of [member="Kainan Wolfe"] and treated like nobility from the moment they set foot into Angramar meaning that not only would the populace grace them with respect but also adoration as beings given light and blessings of the gods of ankhypt by Ankharabis himself. Their approach would look less like diplomats and more like a parade of heroes.

From the docks to the throne there was a single path of metal and stone adorned at all sides with flora and chariots, literal chariots pulled by beasts of the wild who also were adorned with metallic jewelry and golden saddles. At the seat of the throne their escorts would end and what would flank them to Mythos himself was Groom, who would stay at the foot of the Throne room was Thyphojem.

Groom was a Tuk'ata that was overgrown with age and food from Midvinter and towered over even most Anubians on his hind legs, he was smarter than he looked and would never show hostility unless he felt it so, Groom is a force sensitive beast. Thyphojem on the other hand is a monster, a Sith Spawn Tuk'ata created in the Sith Empire Dominion of Korriban out the unborn embryo of three Tuk'atas. Mythos with the power of Sith Alchemy fused the pups into a three headed beast that had dominion of the ability Pyrokinesis and always hungered for more flesh.

"Welcome to Angramar. I have been waiting to meet you for years upon my throne. I am honored that you would come"

[member="Josephine Lorraine"]​

 

[Josephine Lorraine]

Nibelungen
Angramar
On Diplomatic Mission to the 'Ancient Eye'

Lady Josephine of the House Lorraine sat calmly in her shuttle, eyes devouring a collection of Talravani poetry in her hand. The collection had been written ten thousand years past, and complete copies were rare and expensive. But of course, Josephine had a taste for rare and expensive things, like the wine in her other hand. It was sweet, tasting faintly of strawberries, mixed with the grape from which it was made. An old vintage that would beggar most in the galaxy. Luckily, she was not most beings in the galaxy.

She was being sent across the galaxy into Wild Space to treat with the God-King of an emerging power, the 'Ancient Eye'. Personally, the diplomat did not care who they were, what they stood for, or anything like that, but only what they could offer the glorious Empire and the Dark Lord [member="Darth Carnifex"] she served. Truthfully, she did not even know what she was to expect. An alliance? Trade negotiations? Non-aggression? There was only one way to find out.

As she and the Sith delegation were escorted to the God-King, Josephine kept her face neutral. A good pazaak face was key to succeeding in her position. She was clad in crimson and black, the colors of the Sith Empire. Fitting, seeing as she was it's representation here. The blonde noblewoman stopped before the throne of [member="Mythos"], fixing him with a warm smile.

"Thank you, Your Grace. I am honored to be here. I am Lady Josephine of the House Lorraine, of Talravin. I am here as a representative of the Sith Empire."

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Darth Excidium kept to himself for the duration of the flight into Wild Space. He didn't fit in with the nobility, not exactly one to enjoy fine tastes or dour conversation about courtships. Surely there was more to nobility than that, but insofar as Excidium was concerned, his task on this particular mission was simply to observe and remember. And remember it he would, in every detail, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. The Sith Lord's mind was one of his greatest blessings, and in his opinion had no negative connotations in anyway - and thus avoided the but it's also a curse paradigm. Truthfully, being able to remember everything since early childhood had been a wonderful experience, allowing for considerable power and skills to be learned and honed with a precision many lacked. Though there were times when Excidium recalled events he'd rather not...

"But I digress," The Sith muttered to himself, his hands busy with a small scroll written in ancient Sith. His eyes scanned the texts, very minute detail hardwired into his recollection for use at any time. "Interesting... a very unique method for approaching that ritual... worth consideration."

Every so often Excidium would check his surroundings, looking at star clusters and taking note. However it wasn't long before the delegation arrived at the planet of the Ancient Eye, a group led by an individual calling himself the God-King. As to the exact nature or purpose of their faction, that was unknown. Still, wishing to speak with the Sith Empire indicated their intentions, so long as the God-King aimed at creating mutually beneficial relations. The transport landed, Lady Josephine disembarking with her retinue in tow, before being led through the magnificently wealthy and intricately designed city. Clearly opulence was of no concern, with most of the visible surfaces being laid with gold, and even more expensive crystals and stones. The masses greeted the group of new arrivals, something of a parade being held, and Excidium wondered at the level of complexity to which the God-King held sway over his people...

Within a reasonable time, Darth Excidium followed Lady Josephine into the temple proper, basking in the sheer detail contained within. The throne room was large, impressive, clearly designed to impose and reinforce authority in the humanoid that sat beyond. The details were important, each one set to memory for the Emperor's questions at a later time. From the expression on the God-King's face, to the manner in which he sat, to the sithspawn creations that rested nearest his throne; one of which was an impressive display of alchemy and dark rituals, being a Tuk'ata with three heads.

"I am here, should you need me, Lady Josephine."

Excidium ensured to take note of the armor of the nearby guards, scanning symbols and text and absorbing it all. But the Sith Lord couldn't deny the lure of the creatures, the twisted Tuk'ata pair that called to the Sith Lord. Still, there was a task at hand, and with luck Excidium would have the opportunity to speak about the God-King's companions, even if only to get closer and inspect them. Not to mention, Excidium was curious as to how they would react to the etched runes of Tuk'ata blood on his cuirass, if the aggressive nature had been tamed or simply suppressed... and with that, he came to a halt before the large throne, looking up at the man seated in all his power and glory.

[member="Mythos"] [member="Josephine Lorraine"]​

 

[Mythos]

The cheer of crowds died down and soon two delegates of the Sith Empire had come just as he expected however to Mythos' surprise... There was something missing here. Pyrrhus did not come, His master Ophidia had not come, [member="Darth Prazutis"] had not come, [member="Darth Carnifex"] had not come, none of the many familiar faces that he knew and fought beside against the republic or the alliance was here instead he was greeted by two unfamiliar faces which he had no recollection or knowledge for. Groom walked them over to him as a guard, as if sentient keeping himself graceful and powerful the whole time but Typhojem let out a low rumble and growl at the sith lord who accompanied the woman who looked more like nobility. "Thypojoem..." Mythos growled back from the top of his throne to which the beast responded by whispering, a three voiced, distorted snivel and calming down. "Interesting..." He muttered to himself, a pensative look and a hand in his chin as the wondered exactly why the beast had acted this way, when the sith lord got closer he knew exactly why, Tuk'ata armor and runes, he let out a chuckle once he understood.

He stood from his throne upon being addressed giving the diplomat a warm and welcoming smile that fit more to his time in Atrisia as a charismatic and benevolent Lord than the ruler of a slave empire that he was now. "The Honor is all mine Joesphine of House Lorraine and please call me Mythos, I am the grace only to my subordinates which you are not. It has been too long since i reached out formally to my brothers and sisters in the north. I trust your trip was both comfortable and enjoyable, I also trust your arrival here was acceptable."

He stretched out a hand and called to the force, using the power of his skull he brought forth massive golden chairs from the bottom of the steps for his guests to sit on. They flew gracefully and he seemed to do this task with more than ease, the skull of course being the power that allowed him to do so. Behind the chairs came two golden jugs of wine from the royal palace and set aside at the left and right of his guest each having two glasses of crystal on each side for ease of access. He lifted one hand and gave a simple command. "Leave us"

As soon as the words were spoken, only [member="Seras Rose"] remained by his side and all the guards in armor and all the escorts left side from Groom and Thyphojem. He scanned around to make sure they were left alone atop the throne stairs, measuring his next words carefully but finally he decided to begin with a question, something that had bothered him since he saw the faces of his guests. "First I must ask, Do you know who I am?"
[member="Josephine Lorraine"] [member="Darth Excidium"]
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[Josephine Lorraine]

Nibelungen
Angramar
Diplomatic Mission

The man known as [member="Mythos"] was surely impressive. His people, his command of the Force, it was all very impressive to lesser women. But Josephine of the House Lorraine worked alongside [member="Darth Carnifex"], and his many Sith Lords. Displays of the Force were nothing new to the noblewoman, and her face did not change as she took a seat.

He did not wish for her to call him His Grace? Very well. She supposed not every world abided by the typical rules of Talravani decency. Foreign savages and their ways were strange, but not new to her. 'To each, their own,' as the saying went.

As the guards left the throne room, Josephine poured herself wine. She took a careful sip, swirling the liquid around her mouth, tasting it. Not as fine as the vintages she could find on her homeworld, but very few were. Talravin was a world unlike any other, in her experience. Even luxury cities such as Angramar were nothing compared to the sprawling estates of the noble Houses of Talravin.

"The trip was fine, my lord. The Sith Empire is delighted to see you alive and well."

She set her cup down, setting her hands in her lap, fixing her crystal blue eyes on the Sith Lord sitting on the throne.

"I know some. You are Mythos, a Sith Lord that served the One Sith, along with many of the current leadership of the Empire I serve. Now, you are the God-King of this world. And you have called upon the Sith Empire, and brought me into the depths of Wild Space. My only question is why, my lord."

@Darth Exicidium

 

[Riamah]

At the request of Kainan Wolfe, Ra'a'mah was here in his stead. However, she was not one to make herself be seen or known normally and preferred to stay in the shadows. In this position as the face of the Shrouded Republic though, she needed to come out. As the two sith approached the grand throne of Mythos, she stepped up next to him there and would remain standing since no chair had been provided for her. She was not an intimidating woman by any means, but carried herself with confidence.

Among these people there was no need to hide her alignment and didn't do such a thing. Outwardly she looked human and her eyes were a natural gold, not at all corrupted by the use of the dark side. When she did need to use the Force, which was rare, her skills rested in a more neutral setting and she not rely on her emotions to fuel them. A follower of the code, but a businesswoman at her core.

Not one to flaunt her wealth, she was dressed in a simple black outfit and dark purple cloak. Most of her weapons were hidden on her body, but she openly displayed her double lightsaber hilt and a blaster on her hip. Her hair was pulled back into a braid with a spiked ball at the end. However, Mythos' guests would not see that. Not expecting any violence to happen, she was prepared for it though.

Glancing silently as Mythos welcomed his guests, dismissed the guards and the answer the woman provided, she would not speak unless they spoke to her. If they wanted to know who she was, who she was the representative for or any other information, they would need to. Unless there was a logical reason for her to speak and say anything, she would remain in the shadow of the throne, a mysterious presence in this meeting.

[member="Josephine Lorraine"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Darth Excidium"]

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

The three-headed creation reacted, all six eyes glaring at Excidium, a low growl escaping one - or more - of the mouths. The reason for the agitation was likely obvious, especially given how Mythos gave Excidium a once over and appeared to have some revelation in his eyes looking at the cuirass runes. Excidium noted the obedience of the animal, also hearing the wonderful creature's name, before the command was given by the God-King for the large chamber to be vacated. Following the quiet dismissal of the guards and help, but also the arrival of another individual up on the throne steps, the proceedings, as it were, began with a flourish and display of power. Finely crafted gold chairs were moved before the throne, for the Sith Empire delegates to be seated and be comfortable. Knowing that it was rude to ignore an offered pleasantry from a host, Excidium waited for Lady Josephine to sit before doing so himself. The nature of the seating arrangements were not lost on the Sith Lord, as he glanced up at the God-King, from the delegates lower vantage.

Lady Josephine spoke. She was the diplomat, it was her power to weave words for the ends she desired.

While the usual opening dialogue played itself out - the authority figure establishing his rule over his guests, asking benign questions that any self-respecting diplomat would know through basic preparation before an official meeting, whom in turn said all the right things in a way to make the host feel important - Excidium turned his attention to other things. He looked around the elaborate chamber, noting very intriguing elements in the overall design of the temple. There were some strikingly similar symbols to known texts the Sith Lord had read in scrolls and holocrons, but also distinctly new - or perhaps ancient - carvings and markings that seemed to call to the Zelosian...

As his eyes wandered, absently processing the symbols and words he didn't understand against those that had similar shape or form, Excidium's gaze stopped on the only other individual in the room. Her name had not been mentioned, in fact one could almost suggest that her arrival might have gone unnoticed by the God-King, were it not for the mutated Tuk'ala that showed mild reaction. The woman's golden eyes passed over Lady Josephine and Excidium, scrutinizing no doubt, just as each other individual of their respective faction did the same - it was all one big gambling match, and this was the first hand, where the teams were beginning to feel out their opponents.

Excidium smiled, the expression not reaching his eyes however, as he saw the long lightsaber at the woman's side. The clothing, the way in which she held herself, all seemed to indicate someone of importance who was used to these kinds of situations. Clearly an advisor, simply due to being present. And yet, not important enough to introduce?

Interesting.

Much like the red-headed individual, Excidium had little to do or say until he was asked. The Sith Lord returned his attention to the man on the throne, Mythos, as the conversation continued...

[member="Mythos"] [member="Josephine Lorraine"] [member="Ra'a'mah"]​

 

[Mythos]

He could feel a familiar presence but it was not because of her force signature, no. Mythos had trained in not using the force during his self impose Exile upon Midvinter and he was forced to fight creatures and warriors using only his physical prowess. Sight, hearing, touch and smell. Mythos had committed her aroma to memory and when the wind blew just right he knew that she was there... but why? Kainan himself had to have sent her, or someone else from the Sith Assassns. Yes, she was his connection to a group of individuals whom he considered himself a part of still, a group of individuals who had alliance to the One Sith and now the Sith Empire.

Her words were carefully crafted and he did not have to question why, of course they would not trust him. He was dead, he died in Atrisia they would clearly have their doubts of how death and the battle of Atrisia affected him. It was now Mythos' turn to lay those fears to rest. He nodded and smiled at the diplomat to whom he made a mental note of being quite lovely. The Sith on the other hand... He had an Aura around him that made Mythos curious, now was not the time to speak to this sith but he would very much like to. "You are correct, and I am glad that The Sith Empire of Kaine takes comfort in my well being. The Question I had is why did they not reach out to me before, they knew who i was, I was in Thyferra, fought against the Silver Jedi recently and also even aided their dig of a Sith Lord in Korriban after aiding in the re-conquest of Korriban alongside the Sith Empire. That is where i created him" He said, gesturing to the three headed hound at the bottom of the stairs.

His eyes looked neutral, his expression a passive reflection of curiosity and enjoyment but at the same time looking like he had something to say but did not. This was on purpose. It was not the first time he had dealt with politics, few could fight with words and many could fight with weapons but again, he was not here to fight. He was here to tell them the truth, to speak to them after so much time...

"I called you here because I had questions and I had worries" His expressions did not match his face, where as his words expressed worries and confusion his facial features compromised a confident and sly man. "As i mentioned before, I have personally aided The Sith Empire in various battles as of late yet i have not received word from command or higher, none of my old allies as you mention have called me or visited me, I have seen no support from the Empire."

Mythos casually pulled out his pipe, placed Bota inside of it and lit the mouth with a slight spark of sith lightning then puffed away. He let the moment drag on, inhaling the sweet and strong smoke into his lungs before releasing away from his guests. "Not even a holo-call from my old master, What does the One Si-" He stopped himself, shaking his head in foolishness and smiling back. "The Sith Empire think of The Ancient Eye? Does The Dark Lord hold some grudge or anger at me? I do not recall doing him harm, i do recall taking Panatha by his side and killing that scum Nasir Luctatus" The memory brought a smile to his face, but the nostalgia soon faded as the pain of the palace coming down on him hit him like a brick of reality.

"That building hurt when it came down" He said, more to himself as old man remembering better times.
[member="Darth Excidium"] @Ra'a'mah @Josephine Lorraine​

 

[Josephine Lorraine]

Nibelungen
Angramar
Diplomatic Mission

Recognition? Is that what he wanted? He wanted recognition of his deeds, of his life? From the Sith Lords of the Empire? Josephine had never received so much as a 'thank you', and [member="Mythos"] wanted a personal visit from the Dark Lord? her only reaction to this was to raise her eyebrow, and take another sip of wine, keeping herself from cringing.

"On my homeworld, we have a tale. A tale of a lady. Lady Gerra Brindle. Lady Gerra marched with the knights of Talravin to combat a large scale pirate invasion of Talravin, and defeated them. She proved herself quite valiant in battle, leading the final charge, slaying the pirate high captain in personal combat. She expected rewards, glory, and more land; instead, she was thanked for doing her duty, and sent home. In retaliation, she declared herself independent from the other Houses, claiming she deserved her own kingdom for her part in the invasion. The other Houses marched on her, and put her entire House to the sword. There are no more Brindles left."

The noblewoman set her cup aside, calm eyes focused on the Sith Lord in front of her.

"I believe there is much to be learned from the story of Lady Gerra Brindle, whose ambitions and desire for acknowledgement outpaced her actual strength. My Lord, [member="Darth Carnifex"], is a very busy man. I know of no grudge against you, for I have never heard him speak of you. He is a man of few words, and fewer friends. No doubt, he was simply busy ruling his rather large and powerful Empire. Now, was there anything else, my lord, or did you call me here simply to make note that the Empire had not sent a post card?"

@Ra'a'mah [member="Darth Excidium"]

 

[Riamah]

She was far from an advisor to Mythos and would not do such a thing. This was something he liked and enjoyed. The sheer ego of Mythos brought this show on. Ra did look between the two guests and made mental notes about each of them. So far only the woman had spoken and the man appeared to be here in much a similar fashion that she was.

Noting the smile that was quite similar to something she would do. One not reaching his eyes and Ra gave the smallest of nods to him. It was more than Mythos has given him in reality. Yes, he had been provided a chair and drink, but no acknowledgement from the God-king.

Ra was no diplomat here. In this place she wasn't an assassin either, but the head of intelligence for the Shrouded Republic. Even if he didn't react to her being present, Mythos knew she was there near him. If he felt any offense that Kainan Wolfe didn't come, he didn't display it. Listening to what Mythos said, she slowly blinked her eyes. That was the only outward reaction to his words. Internally, she was shaking her head. His ego really knew no bounds.

Not one to outwardly show her emotions or thoughts, when Josephine told a story from her homeworld and how it related to what Mythos wanted, her eyes would glitter with a touch of humor. Ra still kept silent though and other than that glitter, there would be no outward show to the fact she felt like laughing.

[member="Josephine Lorraine"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Darth Excidium"]

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Darth Excidium listened carefully, remembering every single word, inclination, implication and hesitation. Sometimes his masters wanted a reliable source of information pertaining to certain events or meetings, and this instance Excidium was exactly that - a glorified holo-recorder. Until such time as he was asked something, again, the Sith Lord would remain silent and observe. He did note the parading Mythos had done, noting how the other man was genuinely confused, if not irritated. Still, the points that Lady Josephine brought up, as well as her little anecdote, brought a faint smile to Excidium's lips. There was a brief moment, a pause, where the air seemed to thicken and the comprehension of time seemed to slow... granted, that wasn't actually the case, but certainly the suspense on what was going to happen next had indeed heightened.

Will he be offended? Will he be threatened? The story was clear, the implication at face value...

The Sith Lord thought to himself, shifting his gaze to the pair of mutated Tuk'ala, who had been very quiet and well-behaved. If things turned into a fight, Excidium would want to end those beast quickly, to avoid having to deal with multiple threats and sharp teeth. Up until now, Mythos had seemed quite reasonable, if a little showy. Excidium hoped he wasn't a stupidly proud man, one that would react negatively to an avoidable affront. After all, as Lady Josephine had mentioned, running Empires was certainly taxing on both time and capability of visiting old friends... and being the leader of a newly established empire of his own, surely Mythos understood that not everything could be dropped at the sound of a lightsaber activating. Nonetheless, Darth Excidium let the smile fall from his face, and his hands shift in his lap so that one was nearest the lightsaber on his belt. It was best to prepare, just in case offense was taken, and Mythos turned out to be some crazed megalomaniac obsessed with removing people's heads...

"That would be most unfortunate..." Excidium muttered, thinking aloud without realizing.

[member="Mythos"] [member="Josephine Lorraine"] [member="Ra'a'mah"]​

 

[Mythos]

The face of Mythos was a stone stalwart smirk that seemed painted, his eyes scanned both Lady Josephine and her companion beside the colossal figure of Thyphojem. When she spoke of a story he rapidly and with the speed of a snake bite shot his head forward as if to listen intently, and raised an eyebrow. Other than that he stayed entirely and completely immobile and silent, only his eyes moved between Josephine herself and her companion. As the story went on and she elaborated more and went on to explain that the Dark Lord himself was too busy to come himself yet he did not know if she knew that he knew very well what Kaine was up to these days, being around the Sith Empire more than a couple of times... almost killing one of the Sith Lords of the empire, nothing personal just a squabble.

When she was done he slowly let his smile fade away from his face, his eyes narrowed to her and he observed the sith lord intently, how he looked at his hound, his body language, the way he moved his hands... his weapon... His lips. "Most unfortunate Indeed..." He spoke, through the force in clear and crisp Sith, locking eyes with the sith lord in a way that made the distance between them feel non existent. Then his eyes shot back to Lady Josephine and he stayed silent again for a few moments. Did she fear... death? Was war worth starting to establish some sort of Sith Supremacy? Interesting questions.... Today was not the day to answer them.

As fast as he shot forward to listen to the story he shot back broke into a fit of mad laughter... a high pitch maniacal laugh. It echoed through the force, Mythos found the story more than amusing and he thanked mentally Lady Lorraine for the history lesson, history was his greatest weapon.

"Gerra Brindle" He said, the laugh escaping his lips and dying down as he nodded and almost maddeningly looked at his guests. "Guerra Brindle" He repeated, calming down and staring at a stone pillar, may statues were here and this was to be a new one... He just got an idea...no Gods would go on that statue...

"Gerra Brindle..." He repeated one last time, whispered, more to himself than to anyone else around him. He nodded to her, a smile in his face of confidence and arrogance almost shining in itself. "She sounds like my kind of Woman, You don't know the names of any of the warriors in the battle of Brindle house but you know of Gerra Brindle. Her name lives where the names of the other houses are delegated to mere characters, Gerra is the legend." He paused and nodded with purpose at the stone, uncompleted slab in the palace gates... he knew who that statue was going to be now... A warrior who died in battle, a symbol of rebellion and heroism. He turned back placidly to the delegate and clicked his tongue, what he would say next would generally say how this meeting would end.

Mythos did not know if the Sith Empire would approve but he had to try, they once fought together, why not reach out?

"A postcard for Life Day would have been welcoming but i would much rather have an embassy both here in Angramar for the Sith Empire and in Korriban for the Ancient eye. Instantly a non-aggression pact and from there we shall see how it goes." his tone was again, grandstanding but after these words it would be the first time she would hear him speak as he would speak to the Sith Lords he fought beside... as he would speak with [member="Darth Erebos"] or [member="Lord Furiel"]. "I Don't want to fight my brothers Lady Lorraine... for now I am content with a non aggression pact between us."

With one hand he brought the cup of royal wine to his lips and with the other he telekinetically brought the pipe of bota into his hand. One strong swig of wine and he mulled over his last words before finishing his train of thought. "Can it be done?"
[member="Darth Excidium"] [member="Josephine Lorraine"] @Ra'a'mah
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[Josephine Lorraine]

Nibelungen
Angramar
Diplomatic Mission

Truth be told, Josephine did not exactly know how [member="Mythos"] would react to her anecdote, and answer. She did not know the relation between him and the Dark Lord. Perhaps they were the best of friends. She doubted it, it was hard to see [member="Darth Carnifex"] having any friends, to be honest. The cold and undoubtedly dark man inspired fear, not friendship. Though, doing much of the man's political paperwork meant she had little fear for him in her everyday life.

Anyway.

It would seem that the Sith Lord did not take the lesson she had expected from the story of Lady Gerra Brindle. Oh, well. It wasn't for her to judge, after all. Foreign savages would take what they wished from Talravani tales, and there was naught for her to do about it. That was just how it was.

"Embassies, I am sure, can be arranged. As long as my diplomats are promised safe passage and protection while on your world, and are allowed a compliment of Imperial Legionnaires to guard them, that is. I will speak to the Dark Lord about finding a place for the Ancient Eye Embassy, though Bastion is the political center of the Empire. This pact, will need to be discussed."

She cleared her throat. Onto what the Dark Lord had told her to discuss.

"The Empire has heard that the Ancient Eye has occupied the world of Tund. Is this true? If so, do you intend on encroaching onto more of ancestral Sith territory?"

[member="Darth Excidium"], @Ra'a'mah

 

[Riamah]

Not having attention paid to her Ra was able to observe everything, from the side of the throne. The similar reaction from Excidium with that smallest of smiles to him tensing up and moving his hand ever so slightly to be nearer his saber hilt if Mythos took offense at the story. She wasn't one to back down from conflict if it was thrown at her and her hand rested comfortable at her own side near her saber. Ra didn't tense up though. Knowing Mythos well enough, she was confident he wouldn't use this setting to bring about violence.

Looking at the two below and waiting for Mythos to react, Ra could tell he was going to do something idiotic with some sort of grand gesture. He broke out in a laughter, but it didn't affect Ra. She was not of the same make as Mythos and would never understand why he did what he did. The man was an egotistical almost maniac.

After his what she considered an uncalled for outburst, he called down and stated what terms he was actually after. When he spoke of non-aggression, Ra lifted a single brow. Empires rose and fell through aggression, she did not see either the Ancient Eye or Sith Empire being any different. Time would claim each of them as it had all the others before. They were not going to be allies any time soon, she could tell this.

With Josephine unable to agree to these terms showed she wasn't as strong in power as they maybe thought she was. Being sent more as a go between only, not given the power to make decisions without consulting somebody else. Her own query was a valid, but Ra did not turn her head to listen for Mythos' answer and continued to look at his two guests.

[member="Josephine Lorraine"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Darth Excidium"]

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Excidium narrowed his eyes, listening to Mythos. His reaction to the tale had been... unexpected. Perhaps concerning, were the meaning truly taken as it appeared. For a moment, the Sith Lord wondered if Mythos was playing a part, for the benefit of the visiting diplomat and her retinue. Perhaps trying to present a certain persona, with aims to disarm just how dangerous he planned on being for the Sith Empire. Surely a man capable of creating another empire, conquering a planets people and then gathering enough resources to began expansion was powerful. Certainly persuasive or otherwise confident in being able to lead such a venture. But to apparently miss the point of such a story, with a fairly clear and defined narrative applying to the current situation? That seemed questionable.

I suspect the glorious Mythos is playing us, Excidium thought, his smile returning as the conversation continued. Perhaps not for threatening means, but certainly playing a role for us to see and report on.

The Sith Lord settled back on the chair a little more, green eyes shifting to the female standing near Mythos. Her hand was near her own weapon, subtle, but still noticeable compared to how close it had been before. It was the small details that mattered, the events that had transpired up until this moment, that told one almost everything he needed to know about the situation at hand. Excidium wondered if Josephine had also picked up on it, suspecting she had, given her profession for being a diplomat and being able to read people quickly and adeptly.

Mythos was presenting his mask, clearly and with little notion of subtly. He was aiming for grandiose, impressive, over-the-top power and position... which caused Excidium to wonder at just how strong he truly was, if not on an individual basis, then as a newly established leader of his own forces at his command. Surely nostalgia and missing old friends didn't account for the need to speak with the Sith Empire, as anyone as close as Mythos claimed would certainly have holo-communication methods. No, this was something else, this was his assessment of the Sith Empire, his opportunity to see what - or who - he was dealing with. As surely he didn't expect the Emperor to attend personally, but to instead send delegates capable of presenting the order in an appropriate way.

He's not determining if he will move against us... he's already made that decision. Excidium thought. This meeting is deciding how easy we can make it for him, or if we can change his mind.

Excidium glanced toward the doors through which the guards had exited. He wondered, if he used Force Sight to see beyond the walls, if more guards were present and ready... or perhaps he was being paranoid? Perhaps he was overstating Mythos' state of mind and cunning?

The green-eyed Sith Lord smiled, staring at Mythos. Excidium hoped he was right, as things would certainly get interesting.

[member="Mythos"] [member="Josephine Lorraine"] [member="Ra'a'mah"]​