Fostering Leadership(Sith)

[Asari Morin]

Moridin sat around a conference table with about a dozen or so seats surrounding it, each one was filled with a Master of the newly formed Sith Order, around them in stadium like seating were further dozens if not hundreds of Sith Knights and apprentices. The Dreadlord himself had his feet up on the table in front of him, and as the dozens of Sith argued around him he simply smiled and remained calm. This meeting was simple, or at least the purpose behind it was. The Sith Empire was still new, it had not been formed long ago and thus its leadership was still...questionable, especially among Sith.

So they were here to argue it out. Of course by the end of it someone would rule supreme, that was the way of the Sith. The most powerful were in charge, while the weaker fell to the side. Moridin was now one of the most powerful, he stood among the few Sith Lords that had been around before the plague, one of the few that could still hold his own against most beings in the galaxy.

Most importantly however he had already staked his claim to power in this newly reformed Empire by taking one simple action. He and Apparatus had assaulted the newly formed Republic. They had slaughtered more than a hundred Republic soldiers and nearly killed the Jedi Grandmaster. Moridin had done most of the work on the latter task and it had been quite fun. Moridin yawned slightly as his brothers kept arguing. He knew that he already stood high among them, now he would just have to officially stake his claim...and maybe kill a few of them to set an example.

The Dreadlord breathed in for a few seconds, then parted his lips with a loud whistle silencing all within the massive chamber. The Master's immediately spun around on Moridin, facing him down with glares of death.

“We all know what has to happen. Talk will only take us so far. We Sith, the strong rule among us, and only the strong.” Moridin spoke, his voice was like a viper trying to slither its way around the Sith among them. There were a few non-force users here, but in the end this was the Sith Empire, leadership would fall to those who could touch the darkside.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine was situated somewhat away from the table of bickering Lords, for that was not his arena to fight in. He had no training in the force, and therefore had no right to claim the mantle of Overlord of the Sith, even though his linage was full of powerful Dark Siders. He smirked as the Lords let loose a unending wave of claims and accusations of power at eachother, all vying for control and leadership, it was slightly pathetic to Kaine. He knew that there were two who should lead this Empire, and one was the imposing and magnificently powerful Moridin who sat on the far corner of the table, who had been one to engage the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, and nearly win. That enough was a feat worthy of boasting and claims to power, and none of these others had done anything so bold, except for the other.

The other was Darth Apparatus, and was practically equally as powerful as Moridin in Kaine's eyes, and likewise earned the man's respect. Both were enigmas in origin, and even though Kaine would love to peel back the layers of their brains to unlock those secrets, he knew he would never get a chance to. At last the bickering stopped as Moridin shushed them all with a simple whistle, but a whistle that carried with it authority and power, and even Kaine ceased his daydreaming to pay attention to what this Dark Lord had to say to them all. "We all know what has to happen." Moridin's voice boomed across the chamber as he spoke, making his presence so much larger, "Talk will only take us so far. We Sith, the strong rule among us, and only the strong"

Truer words have never been said so clearly and to the point, and Kaine was assured that the Sith would deal with themselves to find a suitable leader. Kaine waited anxiously for what was to come after Moridin's opening line.

 

[Tanis Val'dorn]

As an Apprentice, Tanis knew his voice would not be heard by the masters of the new Sith Empire. So instead of exherting his energy into arguing and yelling like bandless rabble, he merely watched, listened, and waited.

It was crowded. Tanis hated crowds. Upon more than one occasion, he was fiercely tempted to grasp the metal from of the stadium style seating for the Knights and Apprentices, and let his lighting flow through the crowd. If nothing else, it might shut them up, but Tanis honestly just loved hearing people scream from pain. His sense of humor had become... oh how you might say... morbid. "Squaking nerf-herders.." Tanis thought. "Half of these people are only here to find out who's ass they can kiss in hopes of gaining reputation and acceptance from the Masters. Im here for power, because power is truly the only thing that really matters..."

Tanis knew that Moridin would end up seizing some kind of control over the newly founded Empire, by any means necessary. He had already proven that he was much more powerful than the majority of Sith that now surrounded him. As Moridin spoke, Tanis couldnt help but imagine the power that the Master Sith held just within his voice. Everyone stopped arguing, and everyone's attention was dedicated to acknowledging that Moridin was speaking. "Talk will only get us so far" Tanis couldnt agree more. Now was the time for the strong to rise above the weak. To take control over the galaxy that rightfully belonged to the Sith and all followers of the dark side. It truly was time....

 

[Darth Frigus]

More useless bickering i see. Frigus spoke to his companion Tanis as he walked up beside him. Glancing out over the "masters" of the sith. He wondered Do any of them know what is coming? The truth of the darkness that is about to descend upon this galaxy. Thinking back to his lessons from the old sith lord within the holocron, and the secrets revealed to him. If only they understood the truth of whos teaching lay within that simple red cube....

 

[Yidhra]

It would've been an outright, blatant lie to claim that Irina was at the assembly to voice her opinion; not the she never lied, quite the opposite! It was, in fact, one of her favorite pastimes: duping others just for the kicks and laughing when revelation dawned upon them. Being chased by them in their subsequent rage was almost just as fun, too, especially if it involved a heated sparring session in the end. Nobody among the Sith was kind or sincere, let alone forthcoming or friendly, but Irina enjoyed their company most of the time. There were complete maniacs, those who were only halfway batshit crazy and last but not least those whose minds were completely sound; sometimes even too sound, indeed.

The dark-haired apprentice counted herself among those who were just slight nutheads, but, thankfully, have not yet gone completely insane. One could never be sure, though, when constantly keeping such bad company. The company in question choose that moment to interrupt Irina's pondering with resounding words: "Talk will only take us so far. We Sith, the strong rule among us, and only the strong!" The apprentice snorted and rolled her eyes; another typical power-hungry maniac, if his looks were anything to go by. Really, she could swear that the last time the man had washed his hair was before the virus. "Disgusting," she muttered under her breath, turning her gaze to other Masters seated around the table, hoping someone else would take up the speech and make the dirty Sith remove himself from the spotlight. She could hardly believe that the likes of him would ever ascend into the ruling body of the new Sith Empire; how could anyone with a sound mind stand behind a man incapable of using the simplest of showers?

 

[Tanis Val'dorn]

Suddenly, in the midst of his daydreaming of electricuting the entirety of the attendees to the meeting, a familiar icy voice eminated from behind him. "More useless bickering I see?" It was Frigus; that man always seemed to show up out of nowhere. Although, at the same time, Tanis had quite the habit of appearing in unexpected places. It kept people guessing, and he liked that. "Yes brother, it seems as if the whole Empire is in disarray. I see no point in this arguing. Why not revert to the old ways? The ones who want control over the Empire should just confront each other in a show of force, not with the flailing of tongues. Is this what the Sith have become? A bunch of squabling beaurocratic diplomats?"

Shaking his head at the thought of the Sith being reduced to such idiocracy, Tanis' attention was immediately captured when his eyes laid upon a rather beautiful and seemingly powerful Sith woman. From the look in her eyes, she was just as much annoyed by the diplomatic approach the Empire was taking in solving this problem as Tanis and Frigus were. For a moment, he almost made his way over to the woman and introduced himself; but then Tanis realized that Frigus had been speaking to him, and he had not been paying the slightest bit of attention.

"Im sorry brother, I was distracted. Now, what were you saying?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

It was obvious to Kaine that many of the Knights and Apprentices were very well displeased with the bickering to varying degrees. Kaine let his eyes fall upon a few of them, none of them really noteworthy except for a couple. He flashed them vicious smirk before turning his head back towards the spectacle, his emerald eyes falling once again on Moridin. He chuckled deeply and said out loud, although it was more to himself than anyone else, "I suppose it is in their right to believe what they want, even cattle have some sort of individual thought." He crossed his arms across each other and leaned against the nearest wall, subtly increasing the range of a sonic transceiver that would pick up most conversations in the stands around around him. Didn't hurt to do a little eavesdropping, it was, of course, in his nature to listen in on people. Otherwise he wouldn't be part of this Empire at all.

 

[Yidhra]

With her complete lack of interest regarding the words flowing out of the Master's mouth, her attention wandered wildly, seeking something that could rouse her at least for a few moments. Alas, the whole room suddenly felt empty to the apprentice; just lifeless, squabbling bodies, dead weight pulling the newborn Empire down even before it had started to rise. Sure, she was an advocate of using words as a tool; this, however, was not how she put her tongue to good purpose. The undoubtedly smelly Master that was speaking – oh, what pity she felt for those close to him! – was saying nothing that hadn't been heard, written and told in countless ways over the centuries of the Sith existence. Maybe neatly reforged and painted with a new color, but the underlying meaning was, in essence, the same. With a sigh indicating her utter disappointment at the turn the affairs were taking, Irina directed her gaze to her fellow Knights and Apprentices.

Her silver eyes met those of another Sith whose expression belied his thoughts; the dark-haired woman had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Rising to her feet and making her way to the man and his associate, Irina made little to no excuses when stepping on people's feet or elbowing them. Really, they were Sith, not whiney children. "Do you need a bib there, pal?" she jibed the dark man, regardless of his ongoing conversation; if she really hated anything, it was ogling and groping.

 

[Disciple]

Irina/Tanis/Frigus

There was one Master not at the table. Who was that? Well, Disciple of course. And why wasn't he at the table? Well, that was because some Apprentices were being Apprentices; thinking they were better than everyone around them. Which meant someone had to remind them of their place.

And why not the Court Jester? Eh? EH?

Where before a Force Signature hadn't been, one appeared, and with it came an overwhelming sense of terror and dread that was the ever present aura of the Sith called Disciple. Dressed in what was probably the most absurd outfit in the place, his ephemeral, smoking eyes drifting towards the back of Irina's head as he contemplated her words and the energy she gave off.

His attention shifted again to the other two, and then he chuckled darkly. "Now, now, Children... it's best not to antagonize your betters." Cackling faintly, he lifts his hands and channels a half-second of Force Lightning at the back of Irina and at the back of Frigus. What had Frigus done? He'd oozed a superiority that was far above his station among the Sith.

"Do we have an understanding...?", he asked darkly.

 

[Tanis Val'dorn]

In the midst of his ongoing conversation with Frigus, he managed to get caught gazing at the woman. "Dammit...", he muttered to himself as he realized the young woman was making her way towards him. Speaking to females had never been his strong suit. Especially considering that the majority of his life had been spent sparring for countless hours, learning everything he could to tone his body into a finely tuned instrument of destruction; but yet the idea of having to conversate with a female seemed to catch him completely off guard.

"Do you need a bib there, pal?"

Great! Not only did she catch him staring at her, but she obviously found it hilarious as well. "No, you just look so familiar....", Tanis lied. He wasn't about to admit that he would have needed more than one bib if he hadnt of regained his composure. She truly was beautiful. "...but maybe im mistaken. Either way, hello. My name is Tanis; and you are?" He was desperately trying to redirect the direction of the conversation; being thoroughly embarrassed, an emotion he had almost never had to deal with before.

About that time, Tanis felt an intensely strong Force signature behind him; one that was far too strong to have been a mere Apprentice or Knight. "Now, now, Children.... it's best not to antagonize your betters."

"Betters?!?" Tanis thought to himself, "Who the hell does this man think he is?? The Masters may be more powerful than I, but they are most definitely not better!" Resisting the urge to smart off and let this jester-like Sith know exactly how he felt, Tanis quickly remembered that the three of them where clearly outnumbered.

 

[Asari Morin]

Moridin looked over at the apprentices, aloofness coming across his face. He knew that Disciple was there, the man was difficult to notice but after years of working with him he was easy enough to notice, or well when he wasn't really trying. The Dreadlord grinned as the Jester appeared, although slight confusion splayed in his eyes. He was not sure what the man was wearing, or what the fuck was up with his mask. Inwardly he shrugged however, Disciple was reliable, very reliable and he would silence anything he took as a threat uppity apprentices included.

He turned away from the Apprentices and looked towards the man at the end of the room. Kaine, an intelligence officer. Moridin had met many in his time, and he did not have a rating on this one as of yet though he seemed to at least know his place and that was a very good thing here.

“Thank you Disciple.” Moridin said calmly as he turned toface the other Masters. With a grin still plastered on his face he regarded the others. Knights and Apprentices had no voice here, at least for now they did not. “The problem facing us here is one that has plagued Sith for Millenia. We do not share power we take what we can get and thats it, we all know this and im fully aware im stating the obvious. So my proposition is a simple one, we split ourselves into three divisions. Each division is headed by one our Masters. Alchemists and Sorcerers, will be one division. Warriors, assassins, and the like will be another, and the third will be Politicians, historians, and those more suited to....roles not within combat.”

At the last statement he turned to look at Kaine. That was meant as a hint for those smart enough, the last branch would essentially become an intelligence arm, or so Moridin imagined it. “Its all rather simple. A triumvirate, ruled by our three strongest and...advised by a council made up by the remaining masters.”

The Dreadlord finally stood from his chair, letting his legs thump onto the ground. As he rose he looked all the masters in the eye. He wondered what some of them would say. He knew that a good handful would oppose this idea, preferring instead just a council but Moridin knew what a council lead to. It led to arguing, and stagnation. The New Sith Empire didn't need that, and if he had anything to say about it they wouldn't have it.

Moridin stared at them all, daring them to challenge him either in words or combat. The tension in the room was clear, and the Sith Lord seemed to bask within it.

 

[Darth Frigus]

Feeling a sudden release of the force behind him witch he recognized as force lightning, from the sheer frequency of how often his companion utilized it. Frigus allows the bolt to strike him feels it arcing through his body, and subtly alters the flow of power through his body to harmlessly dissipate it with out harm. Little did they know energy manipulation was one of his specialties he had picked up from the old man in the holocron. Turning to his attacker with a smile on his face he simply replies. I meant no disrespect to those with more exp than i. I was simply stating my distaste for politics to my companion here. However with all do respect eavesdropping on a private conversation is very distasteful. No disrespect intended. And if i may say so i agree with Lord morodin.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Within the confines of his iconic, and signature hovering throne, certainly the fattest Sith Lord in history burst through the crowd of people, Darth Voracitos. He was fashionably late, very, fashionably late. Already the bickering began. He sighed, Dumb Sith will be dumb Sith. He thought as he literally forced his way through the crowd, a plethora of slaves following him. Not a muscle was moved, and that is how he liked it. When he finally reached the front of the crowd, he echoed with a huge booming voice his opinion on the matter.

"I second that motion, and I would be first to, hm hm, volunteer." He smiled a sneer. He glanced slightly over to Kaine. He had worked with him once, brilliant fellow. But today, they were not partners, today, they were not friends as Sith and followers of their Lords often were. "So sorry Zambrano, but only the Sith may rule." He smiled with a cruel enjoyment. "I claim the non-combatant division of the Triumvirate. After all who else is going to have the money to run this dump." He said with a look of disinterest. "Are there any objections?" He sneered to the lesser Lords below him.

 

[Disciple]

He wasn't entirely sure how the Apprentice had taken nearly no damage from the lightning, but, stranger things had happened. If Frigus was going to pull tricks, he'd simply overpower the less powerful Sith; such was the way of things. Bringing both hands up, he unloaded even more Lightning into the boy, pouring huge amounts of the attack into his body. Disciple was not a duelist, he was more of a Sorcerer and so the Force was his specialty.

It didn't matter how much placating Frigus had done; Disciple would do as he pleased. Once he was satisfied that Frigus hadn't decided to simply nullify the damage, he turned to Moridin.

"I will take control of the Alchemists and Sorcerors."

 

[Soeht]

In a corner of the room, Darth Apparatus observed the discussions and rambling unfold. The further along the bickering got, the more pungent the Darth's ambient wrath and hate became. No expression of the Darth's face could be viewed, though, as he continued to keep it hidden beneath a crimson metal mask. A typical black cloak covered his body with a hood draped over the top of his head.

Yet, it seemed as if the eyes just beyond his mask had a faint, red glow. Methodically, Darth Apparatus would lock his gaze upon each of the Sith in the room. Usually, it would be at whom attempted to speak at the moment. At one point though, Darth Apparatus stared at Tanis during his inner slight toward Disciple. No action or confirmation of anything came from that, though.

As Voracitos began to speak, Darth Apparatus emerged from his corner and slowly strode around the room.

After Disciple made his claim, the Darth interjected, "S͏ínce͢ ̵you ͜c̸a͠l͘l ҉y̕our͡se͞lvȩs ͢a͡n ̀e̷m͟pir̶e,̡ has͢ ͘a̡n҉yo̧n͏e̕ wo̷n̢dered w͡h͜o ̶t͡his͘ ̴em͠p͏eroŗ iś?"

Of course, by definition, empires did not require an emperor.

 

[Asari Morin]

Moridin's face twisted into a grin as Apparatus spoke, of course he would bring up the idea of an Emperor. The Dreadlord found the prospect incredibly amusing, having an Emperor even above the Triumvirate. He mused about the idea for a few seconds, of claiming to be the strongest among the Sith, of standing above them all and daring them to come at him. He let the idea float in his mind for a few seconds, the only real opposition to his claim would be Apparatus or Disciple, he was confident that he could kill any of the others. Those two however would give him trouble, or at least thats what the Sith Lord thought.

He shook his head slightly, as if denying himself the rest of the thoughts that went along with this line. It was too soon to claim an entire Empire for himself, he did not yet know this new galaxy well enough. The Dreadlord looked at Apparatus, and then shook his head.

“No. An Empire doesn't need an Emperor. And this one, will not have one” The Dreadlord spoke as if he was a dictionary. “You know this.”
He didn't quite call Apparatus out on his attempt to cause more arguing, but it was heavily implied in the tone of his voice that he knew what the other Master was trying to do, or at least what Moridin thought he was trying to do. The Dreadlord turned to the rest of the Masters, regarding each of them. He looked them carefully in the eye, and then slowly spun on his heel to face Apparatus again.

His next words he knew could be strongly opposed by Apparatus. The Man was really the only other person capable of leading The Sith's considerable Armies. The only man who was really up to the job, or at least in Moridin opinion. “I lay claim to our Strength. Our Warrior's and Assassins will follow me.”

“That is all three divisions accounted for. Does anyone wish to counter our claims?” Moridin spoke, a viper like threat was underlying his tone. He was well prepared to fight anyone that got in his way, he hadn't killed someone in days, and taking on a Sith Master would be a rather...refreshing experience, it seemed like he had fought nothing but rabble for centuries

 

[Soeht]

Not a word escaped the Darth's mouth as he listened to Moridin's answer to his question. Then, he halted his pacing as Moridin laid claim to the pillar of strength. A cold, fixed stare bore down on Moridin. Yet, still no word at all. The smothering smolder of his scorn continued to ooze and diffuse through the Force.

Atypical of a Sith, Darth Apparatus simply backed off. He did not issue a challenge as Moridin might have thought, nor expressed any disapproval of such a claim.

In fact, Darth Apparatus turned back toward the corner he had been. As he did, Moridin would have been able to see the details of the Darth's mask form some sort of elongated, ear-to-ear grin.

Once back at this little sanctuary, Darth Apparatus proceeded to watch whatever debate that would unfold in silence.

 

[Archon Xris]

Daxton Bane watched the ongoing debate in silence, all around him angry voices droned as Sith of various ranks began to argue where they were ranked. Daxton cared not who ruled the Sith Empire. The Dark Side determined who was fit to rule or not. Words were meaningless, especially words from organics. With a dismissive snort, Daxton turned around and left the building. Let his betters decide among themselves who was to 'lead', he had better things to do with his time.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Silver-green eyes casually drifted around the room from beneath the hood of a silver and crimson cloak as various individuals either made pointed comments or engaged in superfluous chit-chat and complaining. Ashmedai had not been brought up in this or any other Sith Order. He'd never been a part of any formal Empire, and the one man he'd ever been beholden to had fought tooth and nail to maintain the status. That is, of course, until the man had been completely and utterly eclisped by Ashmedai in both skill and intelligence.

As a matter of fact, his arrival here had occured only perhaps a week prior. He had ventured out into the void as he'd done so many times before to find those like him...those of similar thought and desire. Admittedly, his initial impressions had been...not negative. However, now that he was seeing a larger gathering, he grew a bit disappointed at the general intellectual composition of the masses.

Once it seemed that people were done posturing and making claims to enigmatic groups that didn't...actually exist, the Sith Lord allowed his deep voice to carry forth. "The proposal, then, for this Empire that will not have an Emperor is to avoid the typical problem of Sith attempting to share power by enacting a system whereby three individuals share their authority equally? To institute a second body of Sith to advise the others? I've met children that would readily identify that as a complete contradiction without so much as batting an eyelash."

Pausing for a moment, Ashmedai motioned to the three that had laid 'claims' to their own make-believe group. "Further more, who are you? Any of you?" The Sith Lord was honestly asking in earnest - he knew none of them. Rumors of attacks and or near-successes in killing someone didn't honestly mean anything to him. The larger point was that none had done anything to grant them any real right to lay claim to anything. That included himself - his exploits completely his own and largely lost to whisperings in dark corners. "To claim leadership in a meeting like you're negotiating a business deal means nothing." Motioning now to the Knights and Apprentices arrayed around the room, he largely concluded his comments. "Display your worth to those you think to force to follow you. They are the ones you need to convince, not any of the talking heads at this table. Cooperation is feasible. Initiating any structure change with veiled threats and idiocy will only force the ability of this lovely little group to follow."

Casually, the Sith Lord came to his feet and offered a thin smile to those assembled. Ashmedai opened his mouth to speak, but he instead turned his attention to the less experienced members of the congregation. "Never allow someone merely to tell you to follow them. Force them to earn your obedience and grudging respect. Then...when they've allowed their ego or increasing age to make them slow and predictable, kill them and take their place. That is all you need to know about life in this galaxy."

Incorrect. There was so much more, but he couldn't very well give them the answers to everything on the first day. With a surprisingly respectful nod to his peers, Ashmedai turned and departed. He had not come here to lead men, women, Sith, Imperials, or anything in between. He had come to quench his intrigue and to learn more about the Sith. This remained an ideal location for such a thing without him having to be pulled into the politics of leadership. He preferred the kill first, talk later approach when it came to assuming mantles of leadership. The soft sounds of his footfalls echoed faintly as he made his exit.

 

[Yidhra]

The man before her shifted uncomfortably, doing everything in his power to avoid her piercing gaze. Really, it was shameful to watch someone of her own kin hiccupping when it came to the basest of conversations; after all, weren't the Sith supposed to be well-versed in derisive, degrading verbal battles? Not everyone, it seemed. Irina scoffed abrasively in lieu of a proper response and was just about to throw another barb Tanis' way, when an eerily hollow voice echoed out behind her back. Not one to feel safe with unnatural, bodiless sources of sound, the Apprentice whipped around just in time to be greeted with a Force lightning. Throughout her training, she'd experienced a number of different Masters' lightning and was oddly pleased to feel only mildly shocked afterwards; it was more of a harsh prickle, really, rather than real bolts. Not that she was complaining in any way; it suited the dark-haired Sith just fine.

Accustomed to the Masters' supremacy and aloofness, she smiled half-heartedly and replied: "We do, Master," there was just the proper amount of submissiveness in the Sith's voice when she spoke, her silver eyes slightly downcast and hands neatly folded in her lap; really, the role-model of obeisance.

With the meddling, jester-like Sith Lord appeased, Irina was free once more to return to her musings and lackadaisical listening of the Masters' ramblings. She was on the verge of turning on her heel and stalking out of the room, when the smelly Lord spoke up again, this time with more determination and less beating around the bush. With her curiosity piqued, the Sith's mind turned fully to the ongoing discussion, intent on paying rapt attention from that point on. One by one, the Lords seeped out of the shadows, elbowed their way through the crowds or simply sublimated into existence. Like earthworms after rain, Irina smirked to herself as her eyes followed the unfolding spectacle. The air in the chamber was pregnant with a tension so palpable one could easily cut it with a vibroblade, let alone a lightsaber.

Everything seemed to have reached a conclusion; despite a moment teeming with unspoken conflict that passed between the smelly Sith and another masked Lord, nothing had broken out. No, hissing red blades cutting the monotonous rants, no verbal displays of power; nothing, really, that proved the Masters weren't just big-mouthed bunch of privileged Sith. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance as the silver stare grazed over their stock-still posture, over the superiority that just wafted off them and over the sheer amount of testosterone she could practically see in the stifling air. The only Masters whose worth she'd seen proven in deeds were those who'd either taught her or whose displays of skill and prowess she'd seen in heat of battle.

Shaking her dreadlocks with disappointment, the young Epicanthix turned to leave, when a deep voice boomed cross the dusky chamber. She stopped in her tracks, incrementally and implicitly drawn to the words that it formed. Slowly, her silver eyes found the source of that only gleaming gem of wisdom that'd been uttered in the entire sitting, her lips curling up at the sight. For a Sith Lord, the man spoke with seldom seen sincerity and, to her complete bafflement, there were no ulterior motives pacing in the dark void between the lines. A smirk stretched the beautiful face of the Apprentice and she left almost immediately after the only smart man of the afternoon left the halls.