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No Leaf Clover [Ardik]

It was times like these, when the Galaxy was closing in on a state of Star Peace and plans were formulating in the minds of a select few darksided individuals, that Kära reminisced of the past. One thing in particular struck her as paramount, the finding of her former Master. Tyrin Ardik had been a very influential member of the Sith Empire, even ascending to the 'throne' as Emperor. Yet long before then, when Kära was but a child, he had done something more.

He had found a wandering little Umbaran attempting to sneak into the Sith Academy on Korriban; there he had stopped her and eventually inducted her into the Order. Little did he know that in truth he was the pinnacle point, the one who had set in motion the wheel of time, that which brought Lady Vi'dreya to where she was today. Had he turned her away she would have had no choice but to seek another path, given her age at the time. Had he not stopped her and she had entered the Academy then her life would have been terminated before she could even explain herself.

Everything she had achieved, all she had attained, was a byproduct of his one minor decision. Part of her wondered if it was merely the innate kinship they held which had led him to assist her, for she was certainly too young to simply be permitted entrance without good cause. The memory still rang within her mind, even now, even eighteen years of her life later. He had been the one to solidify the Sith Code within her mind, and she'd never forgotten it.

And so it was that she sought him out; she'd had to dig deep and find the trail he left when fleeing the Empire. In the end she was led to a planet within CIS territory, Hypori. The next part would require tentative steps, she knew, unless she wanted to risk ruining the whole thing. Having sent down a request to land and a meeting with the Viceroy through a secure commlink the woman simply sat and waited in the cockpit of her ship. The real question was whether or not Tyrin would humour an old student...
 
@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

Humor was a bit of an understatement. Most people visiting Tyrin on Hypori had to schedule an appointment with the Vicelord's office. The waiting list usually extended back for several months. Not because Tyrin was any more busy than the usual head of state, but because he hated being bothered... Or interacting with people in general, for that matter. Barring his misanthropy and the gauntlet one had to run to get a meeting with him, the meeting would take place in his office. No exceptions nor compromises.

Somehow getting a call on a line Tyrin thought he had disconnected changed his tune. Here he was now, in a spaceport, meeting with a former quasi-apprentice of his. No appointment. No waiting list. No office. He had come straight here as soon as he received the summons. Flanking him were his usual retinue, a pair of cloaked IG-100 MagnaGuards. Antiquated? Yes. Any less deadly? Hardly. The two had been instrumental in his timely arrival to the hangar the ship was docked in, convincing many a layman and dockworker to move out of the way by simply existing.

That Kära had managed to track him down to his new home annoyed Tyrin, as it seemed to imply he left a trail. Whatever. He could only be thankful it wasn't a Jedi Master or similar do-gooder who had sniffed him out. Even when she'd been appointed the overlord to an entire sector of Sith space, Kära had managed to stay out of the limelight and remain a relatively innocuous power. Something Tyrin envied to no end, as he sat on a throne and was watched by everyone with at least one functioning eye. Then he lost it all, as people with overt amounts of influence generally do. He lost track of everyone previously under his thumb shortly after he retired briefly to Umbara.

Then he came to the Confederacy, took up a position as Viceroy, only to find himself promoted to Executive Viceroy by a familiar face- Isley Verd. The apprentice of a quasi-apprentice of Tyrin. Tyrin had many quasi-apprentices, largely owing to the fact that he had little time to formally train all but one of the Sith who "studied" under him. A crying shame, truly, but irrelevant to the matter at hand.

Tyrin waited for Kära to disembark her vessel, standing in full view of the cockpit with his automaton guardians.
 
Her unmarked vessel made its way down through the atmosphere of Hypori when her request was met and formalized. This would prove an interesting meet, especially considering where she would be going with it, what she would be asking of him. The fellow Umbaran, the only one aside from her Brother that she had met outside of Umbara itself. Perhaps that was the reason she would always come back to him. He was still her Master at heart; whether he had trained her or not, he had been a role-model, a mentor of sorts. She would not forget that.

When the ship finally touched down within the hangar she stared out of the transparisteel cockpit viewing port. There he was, waiting with a small entourage. It was time that she joined him on the ground, with only Skydd for company. The droid was one of Jacen Cavill's creations, she'd had it and kept it very well maintained for the past twelve years, a steadfast companion if ever there was one. It made her muse upon the way she had gained him, the heist performed upon the First Bank of Coruscant when she was still an Apprentice, a little child.

Snapping out of her thoughts she rose up and made her way towards the ramp. Before descending it she brushed down her robes and ensured she looked... Presentable. It would not do to be informal, especially considering she was the one who called for this meeting. Even when the ramp was still being lowered she had already begun to make her way down, and her foot stepped upon solid ground moments after it did. Her gaze was upon Tyrin, completely dismissive of the company he had. They were mechanical, just as Skydd was.

Inclining her head towards him she simply uttered one word; "Master." Whether he still deemed himself such or not it was the case, and she ought to show it before continuing. "I thank you for seeing me on such short notice, My Lord." Lifting her head she gazed upon him, hands settling down to the small of her back gently, clasped as ever. Her posture was perfect, yet not too uncomfortable in appearance. She had grown up a lot since spreading her wings and making her own way in the Galaxy.

@[member="Gerion Ardik"]
 
@[member="Lady Kyros"]

Formal as ever. At least he could pretend to have imparted a valuable trait to someone over these painfully long years. The entire Galaxy was sorely lacking in refinement. Something that would never change if things were to be kept interesting. Behind her stood the distinctly recognizable bodyguard Droid Cavill had made. Garrish in appearance as far as Tyrin was concerned, but effective nonetheless. He still preferred his MagnaGuards. There was no competing with the classics.

She referred to him as master, but rather than think about how that wasn't even close to the case any more, it made him nostalgic. Back in the days when he had been a lackadaisical knight, deviously moving from one scheme to the next. Times were much better then. Now he was older, bitter, and considerably less fun to be around. Which begged the question of what good Lady Kyros was looking for here.

"No trouble at all." Gerion said dismissively, bitterness seeping into his voice as he continued. "Precious few have dignified me with a visit since I was ousted. What is it you need?"

There had once been a prideful Sith Emperor here. Now he was a bitter, broken middle-aged man with the outward appearance of a sixty year old. Despite that, Tyrin still considered it his obligation to help competent Sith out where they needed it. That didn't mean he wouldn't be prickly and terse about it, however.
 
Her droid was, in fact, mostly hidden beneath a swathe of black robes, masquerading as a fellow Sith; it was a superficial appearance, anyone strong enough would be able to sense the lack of life within. Beside Thyrian the pair were like to towers flanking her, but Ashborn was not here. Nor would he be. Dismissing the way he expressed his words, fully understanding the situation he had been placed within, the woman simply tipped her head to one side - as if thoughtful.

"I have a proposition to place before you, My Lord", her gaze travelled around the hangar bay, not suggestively - she did not care for the location, it was useless attempting to waste time by finding a reception of sorts - more to check out who was around. Noting none save for her former Master and his droids, however, she continued on. "Since your downfall the Sith have dwindled and diminished; mistake after mistake was made, the Emperors as incompetent as each other."

With a frown she turned her gaze back to him, "The latest of which has allowed the Empire to crumble into nothingness. The Sith have fled, My Lord, back into their beloved shadows. But they have become lax, weak - the Galaxy is coming too close to Star Peace... But still there lacks Order. The Governments all remain as corrupt as they were, and I forsee it worsening with the more sway the Republic and their Jedi Hounds have over Galactic Affairs."

It seemed as if she recaught her true train of thought, however; "But why have planets and pseudo-power? And why linger in nothingness within the shadows? The Galaxy does not prosper from such politics, nor the corrupt and false fronts set about by politicians. But if this were exposed? If the Sith were to rise oncemore, not as a bureaucracy but as our true monastic state?" She left the question hanging, gaze lifting subtly to meet his own.

@[member="Gerion Ardik"]
 
@[member="Lady Kyros"]

Star peace. That was a funny term. He would have to remember it. The antithesis was probably Star wars. That seemed strange to Tyrin. Stars weren't at war. Star systems certainly went to war, but only in the sense that the governments occupying them did. Stars could hardly be at peace either. Constantly fusing hydrogen, solar flares, and prominences were hardly peaceful activities. Frankly, Tyrin found that there wasn't a single stage in the life cycle of a star that could be construed as even remotely peaceful.

But Tyrin was getting sidetracked.

Ultimately, letting the Empire fall instead of being ransacked left a lot of infrastructure intact. A good choice, for the most part. Not that the bumbling Republic managed to capture anything intact. At least the Mandalorians were purposeful in their butchery. There was no question that governments were corrupt either. The fact that Tyrin was the acting Vicelord for the Confederacy spoke enough on that matter in of itself.

"A monastic order. I trust we will be more active and purposeful than that implies to me. The Jedi are a monastic order. The Aing-Tii are a monastic order. Both otherwise content to stumble around and let the galaxy pass them by, barring a few extenuating circumstances."

Extenuating circumstances being the Sith in the case of the Jedi and slavers in the case of the Aing-Tii.
 

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