Iliabath: A Quick Meeting (my sith associates)

[Darth Abyss]

"If we are to retake korriban, we have to be smart. Our assets a limited, any many of the things we have require certain conditions to be used effectively. To raise the undead to do our biding there have to be corpses. To use biological weapon there has to be live, something rather rare on korriban."

Rising from his chair, Darth Abyss began to walk up and down, his mind already forging plans and ideas that would help them to retake the home of the sith. Without an army they would have to rely on the undead, yet they needed something to create corpses at first. The man who had callled in this rather mixed group of sith talked about money, about hiring men to the what was needed, but would that be enough. They had to be fast in killing the soldiers of the sanctum, and even if they did there was still the risk of being overpowered by superior numbers. No they couldn't just go in there and fight, they had to find a way to get the upper hand before the battle would even start.

"Civilians."

A single word. Simple yet powerful. Close to no one lived on korribans surface, far from enough to be used either as men or as pawn against their enemies. Yet there was another way. They would need ships, not war ships but some of the larger vessels that severed no other task than getting civilians from one planet to another.

"If we can take over number of civilian transporters we have more than enough for an army of the undead ... and we have pawns, hostages to play out the jedis most devastating weakness. The fact that they value the lives of the innocent more than their own."

[member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Velok the Younger"][member="Pollux"] [member="Nyra Mazul"][member="Darth Gallus"] [member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Jaryn Starkiller"] [member="Tai Fa"] [member="Darth Vashti"] [member="Darth Raxis"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Leos sat quietly as everyone spoke. One hand brushed the head of Milan as she sat beside his chair. She practically bristled at all of the other Sith about. None of them paid her respect, and if any disrespected her master, well, she might not like that too much. Arus was asleep behind the chair at the moment. He was very clearly bored with all of the vocal rambling, and much preferred actual action to listening to people talk. His vigilance was not very high. Thankfully, Milan made up for where her life partner left off. Not that any violence was expected here. This was a civilized planning meeting.

The plan had long been in the works to take back the Caldera. He'd known this even when he was speaking with Teynara. Still, he hadn't anticipated that the others might be willing to rip it all to shreds just to reclaim it. Were they seriously talking about raising an army of undead? While practical, it was hardly a civilized methodology. Not only that, but they'd be hurting people who were rightfully citizens of their Sith government. How would that benefit them afterward?

"While you all fight them, I will speak with them. Perhaps they will see reason. Doubtful, but it would be far easier if they simply realized the error of their ways, and returned our worlds to us."

He continued to sit in gentle repose, petting Milan's head as he spoke.

"The rest of you may do as you wish. I doubt they'll listen to me, after all."

One of them would, but he wasn't going to mention that. Not here. Not now.

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[Matsu Xiangu]

There were many currently unfamiliar faces. She remained quiet for a time, watching them hash out their contributions and what to do with them. And then she saw her.

She looked exactly like Siobhan, minus what Matsu imagined the Dark Lady would look like since their meeting a few months prior. Matsu was a woman of calculated reactions and yet she nearly couldn’t stop herself from flying from her chair and destroying someone who by all rights was an intruder. But then someone else spoke to the woman by name - Enyo. Puzzled and curious, the Sith Lord shoved away the urge to get her answers right then. This meeting raised many more questions than answers judging by the fact that there were two birds sitting at the table.

She looked to one they called Ignus first. She was not opposed to talk, but she reached out once more with her icy telepathic touch. “If you have one you know or trust,” she said, hissing the last word with a dubious crawl, “perhaps that may buy us something. But be cautious. The Silver Jedi are not as benevolent as they would have the galaxy believe.” She finished her point by pulling down the fabric that covered the lower half of her face, the mouthless spiral of scar tissue where Valiens Nantaris had destroyed her jaw with a lightsaber garish in the temple’s low light. She did not think Ignus a fool - far from it. She simply had too much history to think the Silvers would be amenable to talk.

Then she looked to Abyss as he addressed the problem of Korriban’s lack of corpses to animate. “You bring up an excellent point, but it’s one I have a way around. I have a...hobby, as it were. Some people whittle, some people knit - I collect bodies. I have an army ready-made. I can bring more than enough to bear against the Silvers, as I have before.” She paused, raising an eyebrow. “Though I’m still partial to somehow finding more bodies to add to the collection before I toss them against the Jedi.”

[member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Pollux"] | [member="Nyra Mazul"] | [member="Darth Gallus"] | [member="Damien Daemon"] | [member="Jaryn Starkiller"] | [member="Tai Fa"] | [member="Darth Raxis"]​

 

[Jaryn Starkiller]

Jaryn listened to what all the Sith had to say when it came to strategist take over of Korriban or any other world in Sith Space for that matter. He wondered what part he would take part in the campaign. He had no forces to offer,and he had only known so much that he would perhaps only serve as a warrior for the time being. Yet another question came to mind with the Fleet problem. He looked at everyone,and asked it anyways.

"Is there perhaps any shipyards in the vicinity to raid from,If not i agree with Lord Abyss we could use large civilian,and use them as a sort of diversion to pass through the Caldera and land our ground forces in said ships. Catching the Jedi off guard as we could launch a simultaneous attack from both space,and the ground. A sort of Blitzkrieg if you will. Not to mention using the civilians as possible canon fodder to test the strength of our enemy."

He crossed his arms,and sat back studying them.

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[Darth Abyss]

Abyss froze in place as the one called [member="Darth Ignus"] spoke to the group. How foolish his words sounded in his ears. Politics and manipulation where valuable tools if used in the right situation but this was not one of them. The yellow glow of his eyes locked onto the other sith, a glimpse of hate visible under his mask.

"You want to ask the jedi to give us the worlds. You want to openly show them our interest before we attack? The jedis are fools, but not even they will could not see that something is coming for them if you tell them."

More than once he had actively worked with a jedi if it helped him to accomplish his goals but this would be mistake. The coalition wouldn't give them korriban, to them it was as much rightfully theirs as it was to this group of sith. Revealing themselves to them, in whatever way would give them a hint, a warning. If they wanted to succeed than the element of surprise was important and not something to give away lightly for a mislead attempt for a peaceful solution.

"Our resources are already limited, if we want to stand a chance the jedi have to suspect nothing. If we give them even a hint of what we are doing we lose the greatest asset we have ..."

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[Kamon Vondiranach]

Leos snorted.

"Only a fool would believe I'd do such a thing before the attack began. And we rely on you for insight?"

Oh yes, he could play the game of calling people fools just as well as the rest. The stupidity of such a belief was appalling. Milan growled at the one that spoke to her master in such a way. Arus peaked open an eye, but quickly went back to sleep when he saw that she hadn't moved from her post. Nothing to worry about here. Leos only shook his head, a smirk growing on his lips. Some, even when they were plotting to work together, couldn't hold a civil tongue, or think that their peers might be smart enough to figure out how the galaxy worked without having someone hold their hand. No wonder the other Sith factions had crumbled over the years.

"Don't be daft. The fighting will already have started before I make my move."

He turned his gaze to Matsu then, dismissing the other Knight for the moment.

"There's always the chance that they'll see reason, and there's no denying it would be much easier for all of us if they did. What harm is there in trying?"

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

"Gentlemen," said Velok. "There are many benefits to Lord Ignus' plan, if he implements it after our engagement has begun. As for the use of civilians...please, all of you, be discreet. Modest numbers, no overblown grandiose atrocities if you please. We can outmaneuver and stymie the Silver Jedi. We can't do the same if the Galactic Alliance feels it necessary to help, or the Underground, or certain factions within the Mandalorians. Shock and awe must be implemented in measured amounts, or we will draw much more opposition than we can handle, and wreck this opportunity entirely. Be wise. Use foresight."

 

[Onley Xiangu]

He was perhaps the quietest of them all. For anyone who got to know him that would seem a miracle, but he saw the value in sitting back when it was warranted. It was the largest group of Sith and their associates he'd ever seen in one place and as such he found it prudent to observe, learn...absorb. He heard his mother's silky response to the Mirialan: "None at all. I have no problem with your strategy as you obviously do not plan to waltz in and announce us. I've just never found them to be...reasonable, that is all."

Though he was quiet, Onley still felt a nagging sense of curiosity. Like his fellow Acolytes in the group he had no armies to offer nor vast powers to lend - his mother may have had much and more, but she did not offer it to him, and he did not want it. He may have been learning from her, but whatever he built he would craft with his own hands. He was curious to see more of these Silver Jedi however, and found the Mirialan's cool demeanor interesting. "I'll go with you," he chimed in for the first time, quirking his head to make it somewhere between a question and a statement. He was a warrior like his father through and through, and if things got ugly he thought he could be a great help with extraction. He certainly wouldn't be there to talk - not unless any of the Jedi women were good-looking, at least. Then he'd try to get a few numbers, and THEN he'd cut his way out of a Jedi Temple.

He heard his Mother sigh in his head.

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[Kruel Zing]

I had arrived late to the meeting, not my best moment if I’m completely honest. But who would be in a rush to run into a room filled with the mental followers of the Dark Side. Just because I had chosen to become a Sith didn’t mean I approved of my colleagues in everything they did. If I voiced those thoughts I probably wouldn’t end up leaving the meeting unless more even tempers prevailed. If they were anything like the Sith I had seen during my times I highly doubted they would be accommodating to my berating of their plans and ideals. On one hip sat my lightsaber that tapped against my thigh with every step and on the other a large canteen filled with water. The liquid sloshed loudly as I entered the chamber with the other sith.

I had heard some of the plans from a distance but what I walked into now was madness. They truly wanted their worlds back, or to at least chase the jedi off them… But why? What was the importance of these worlds anymore? What would they grant the Sith that would be more beneficial than they could acquire from worlds that held phrik and beskar? Culture could be important to one, but to go chasing down worlds that were absolutely ancient and had no other benefits than having been controlled by the Sith forefathers made no sense. Once again probably best not to voice these opinions when literally surrounded by Sith. None would possibly agree anyways leaving me to be expunged from the order.

I had to say something however, to at least seem a bit helpful. “While the jedi are in control of the Sith worlds why would we spend our time going to war against them. Our numbers…” Stopping I looked around the room at the Sith gathered. There were more than I had expected but it wouldn’t be enough to rival the Jedi. “Our numbers do not match their own, even with an army of the undead, with droids, slaves, we could still possibly be beaten back into the corners of the galaxy our numbers lessoned. How about we do things that they wouldn’t expect? . Infecting its populations with zombies, contaminating the resources it does hold so life is not truly sustainable. So many sith hold these worlds in reverence that I don’t think the jedi would expect us to do such a thing. Such attacks and they’d never expect of Sith possibly even discounting us from being the culprits.“ Going silent I waited for the gathered sith to either berate my plan or literally throw me out the meeting.

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[Laira Darkhold]

Vulkan made his way into the meeting, wearing black beskar armor pilfered from a surplus storage unit Draco kept. Part of the benefit of having access to most of his former hosts memories was the ability to steal supplies from him on a small scale without much worry. His face was covered in a black mask, and a dark red hood and robes adorned his shoulders. Vulkan was not interested in everyone knowing his face, name, and true identity all at once, certainly not with as weakened as he was.

For now, the big red and recently back from the dead Sith lived his daily life as Sergon, the red Barabel warrior of little reputation. Most of those not local to Barab I wouldn't even remember the name. But in his black armor and mask, he was Vulkan, he just didn't tell people who he had been or how he had managed to make it back. On his back, a simple sword, pilfered from the Netherworld hung, and on his waist he wore a lightsaber from the gunbelt. He kept his Force presence as subtle as possible, concealing as best he could. None of those present had ever spoken a word with him, or even seen him as far as he knew, but it was better to be safe and leave them all guessing about his intentions and abilities, even if only a slight guess.

"This one pledges his blade." He grumbled internally, unthinkingly using the Barabel style of speech. It was difficult for him to swap back and forth having never needed to use it before. But, certainly these beings weren't so foolish as to not recognize the armored form of a massive reptilian being. His tail swished from side to side, coiling and writhing with his displeasure as his chest muscles bunched. "This one will attempt to be discreet, but can make no promises." Wicked fangs behind the mask grinned. Discretion had its points, but that was the purpose of having an assumed identity wasn't it?

[member="Onley Xiangu"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Jaryn Starkiller"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

The conversation moved on to new topics as the Sith discussed their strategic approach. However, the young-old clone was a bit distracted in her thoughts, which had drifted to [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. Enyo stiffened a bit when Matsu looked at her. Maybe it was Enyo's imagination, but it looked like those dark eyes could pierce her soul. The clone knew about the woman's history with her sister. They'd done battle on Dromund Kaas when the Sorceress had unleashed a zombie invasion, then engaged in an apocalyptic duel on Shador that had razed an entire town.


The clone suppressed a shudder at that. Did Matsu intimidate her? Yes, very much. Repulse her, yet also fascinate and intrigue her? Yes. It was ironic that Enyo considered her older sister to be a monster, but was well on the path of becoming one. Not so long ago, sitting at the same table with the Zombie Queen would have been unthinkable. The abyss did not swallow you in one go, but step by step when you let yourself take the plunge. It said a lot about Matsu's self-control that she did not fly off the handle and unleash violence upon the woman who bore the face of her enemy. She spoke up after [member="Velok the Younger"] had said his piece.


"It pays to be circumspect. They don't have any formal allies and their isolationism hasn't won them friends, but we don't want to give factions who hate Sith an excuse to rally for a 'crusade for freedom'," She did not use air quotes like the Turian Councillor because Enyo was too straight-laced for that. Her eyes met Xiangu's again. "We can...discreetly provide bodies if needed." She cocked her head slightly when [member="Nomar"] spoke. Her somewhat distracted writer had not seen his post in time. She could see logic in his proposal. Archangel could back either plan. Their operational portfolio was quite flexible.

 

[Darth Abyss]

"So you want to ask them for their worlds after we already have started to kill them?"

It wasn't even meant as an insult, but his mind couldn't get around the idea that had formed inside the other sith. The plan at hand was already flawed to its core, and only if they would use any last bit of their power they would even stand a chance against the sanctum. Abyss felt the power of the man, yet his eyes told him that he lacked one thing Abyss possessed by now. Experience. He was all for using scare tactics and powerplay instead of violence, but the plan he proposed would be effective if they had an empire already, something powerful and imposing that would giving over the sith worlds a less dangerous tactic than fighting them.

"Do as what you think is right, but in my opinion we need any sith on the battlefield if we want to stand a chance. This is not the time to underestimate the jedi, neither in strength nor in their willpower."

He turned to [member="Velok the Younger"] the being that had proposed the meeting, nodding in agreement.

"Ture, if we make ourselves a target for those more powerful than the coalition than we have already lost. I am not proposing any large scale actions, but even one of the innocent can be used as pawn. We can take one or two small vessels and mask it as pirate attack, they will not suspect anything."


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[Kamon Vondiranach]

"Good. Your decision is admirable."

This one could possibly be of interest to him. His choice to accompany Leos on his mission to resolve the issue with a brokered offer of "peace" was intriguing. Previously he'd believed that most of these Sith were more interested in gaining power through battle than they were through the art of negotiation. It was a pleasant surprise to see that he was wrong. Plus this one had a rather powerful mother, which meant he should look good by accepting the Acolyte's offer of assistance. He'd have gone alone, but better if he didn't have to do so. After all, he more than detested the ideas some were offering up.

What good would it do to destroy the populace of these worlds? What use would they be to them, then? Stupid. Wasteful. Cowardly. He shook his head and remained quiet aside from his previous acknowledgment of the Acolyte's words.

[member="Onley Xiangu"]

 

[Skorn Draclau]

[member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Pollux"] [member="Nyra Mazul"] @Darth Gallus @Damien Daemon [member="Jaryn Starkiller"] [member="Tai Fa"] @Darth Vashti @Darth Raxis @Matsu Xiangu


Although never considered a potent player in the great galactic game, Skorn had his own set of skills to call upon. So from time to time he was called upon to witness the birth of proper conspiracy or two. This was indeed one such occasion. The recent glut of Jedi bonhomie on what had once been the dark heart of a galactic Sith empire sickened him as much as it would any self respecting Sith. Yet it was by no means an effective quarantine for him. He was after all a solitary spirit, keeping no possessions, no permanent bearings, no assets. Keeping out a solo wanderer is much harder than full invasion force. So while he understood the emotions that rallied the rest of the Sith at this gathering, he by no means resonated with them.

To him these new silver Jedi were an annoyance, yet one that he could easily circumvent when the need arose. However as discussion turned to dead Korriban and how best to utilize it in a war Skorn could not help but feel excited. The sorcerer abhorred conflict as an unnecessary waste of resources nevertheless he found the theater of war to be that perfect canvas on which a Sith could truly test their mettle.

"Why not give Korriban the gift of life?"

He spoke softly and realizing that perhaps it was in a voice too soft to be noticed, he rose up.

"I am called Skorn.

Korriban is a dead world. Yet once it was a thriving world, home to an entire ecosystem, an ecosystem domineered by our ancestors, the Sith of old. It is still a world of unimaginable power simply by virtue of the centuries of darkness that have seeped into it's very soil. So why not use that power to create life where there is only death. And not the tame fertile life of Naboo, but the powerful and virulent life of a planet dripping with darkness. A vortex of untamable and wild life exploding too fast for the Jedi to react. A planet wise ecosystem created in a matter of days.

I'm certain that would catch the Jedi off guard and perhaps distract them enough to provide an opening for a more conventional assault."

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom simply smirked as he watched [member="Darth Ignus"] and [member="Darth Abyss"] traded their thoughts. Many of the people in this room ranged from the ambitious to the downright odd. And among them were shapeshifters, avians, humanoids, and a Givin. He briefly remembered one of his apprentices, a highly amoral Givin mathematician and scientist. Not that many Givin's weren't mathematicians and scientists by the standards of the primitively-minded denizens that made up the majority of what Olom would generously refer to as "Sapients."


He chuckled, turning to Abyss. "Our Mirialian friend here is not simply attempting to ply diplomacy to the whole lot of them. Words, politics, schemes. Anyone can grandstand and make a speech. But doubt, hate, and fear, can all be utilized by us. If he wishes to sow such seeds among the enemy as the battle rages on, then we should nurture those seeds to bloom. We may not win over all of them, or even most of them, but every Jedi we cripple with doubt is one less blade in their arsenal. If we turn them to our path, all the better," he said, his own Dun Moch coming out, his words dripping slightly with the force.


"As a demonstration, I shall aid our efforts on certain worlds nearby The world there is filled with hate and anger. A decade ago, it was the Sith's glory, and those memories of prosperity still ring in the prisons and exile camps," he said calmly. "It will be easy to create a few insurgencies, lightly armed, but knowledgeable of the world they call home...." a clawed hand tapped on the table. "If a few crates of weaponry were to follow me on the journey, and some disciplined men capable of quickly training troops, we could have a Militia in their space in short time," he said calmly.

 

[Pravus Zambrano]

Thoughts collected, in mass, behind the black glass of his unnerving sight. Moving jaggedly from one person to the next, so many people, so many words. Among all the dark things that conjured within the folds of his mania, he couldn't quite place anything that could add value to this conversation. Perhaps his work on the womprat hybrids and the success rendered from the dripping fat of a war-torn Coruscant. Or how he was making gainful strides towards other perfections of alchemic practice in his journey to godhood. And while all tempting, he realized that it truly would bring nothing to the table. Wretched fingers scratched against the visage of terror that bound his grimoire as he slowly unclasped the brooch.

Elegant gestures withdrew the ornamented stylus from his pauldron of feathers. Licking the tip of the fountain pen, ornately carved by runes of Sith origin, he scribbled across the empty and antiquated parchment. Doodling refines the thought. He whispered the mantra so softly, it could have been born from the soul itself - If he had one. But words spoken by another caught his attention, unwavering glare and all.

"No overblown grandiose gestures, if you please."

He felt the grip tighten around the pen. There was no greater gesture than those of grandiose nature, those that culled the crowds in all the attention it delivered. The bell that tolls, stopping the crowd on the tracks, just as the train plows through. He was a beast of these habits, the sort that couldn't be stifled. When Coruscant was under attack, he called as many victims to his shelter that he could. To serve the greatest purpose: A grand gesture. And it's grandness was derived by simple proximity to himself.

Lifting his pen, he almost interrupted the conversation to produce some clarity on this command. But as soon as he lifted it, he lowered it once more. No, there would be a better time for such conversation. When the time called for it, actions would speak louder than words. He went back to his sketching, continuing to listen to all the countless propositions.

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