A P E X
The hour was late.
As one of the core foundations of his nation was challenged, the growth of a new entity almost eluded the attention of the Vicelord. Ever focused on the expansion of the Confederacy and the defense of her people, Darth Metus placed the totality of his efforts in quelling the ongoing Droid Rebellion as swiftly as possible. However. When there was but a momentary reprieve between sorties, the Sith was able to open his eyes to what grew unchecked. It began as a whisper, admittedly. An entity that was permitted to exist in the wake of Manda's acquisition via militant force. The so-called Confederate Imperium.
The name alone was enough to plaster a scowl upon the Vicelord's visage as his gaze burned against the datapad screen. For once, he was Home. Seated upon his Throne in the comfort of his own Sinner's Well. It was here that he had the opportunity to catch up. Here, that he would address this entity before its embers flew upon the four winds. By all accounts, they were pure of heart. Imperials to the core, yes, but they recognized that the Confederacy was a far better option in the post-War Galaxy. They were better than following the remains of the Empire to the First Order, at least. Most likely due to the planetary sovereignty guaranteed each member.
And, by this report, they seemed to buy into the Confederate ideologies. But a new Empire within their borders? Unchecked? That, simply, did not sit well with the Sith.
Lowering the datapad, his gaze turned to the Droid who had provided the device. The baritone was thunderous: "Bring me Adron Malvern. Now."
He cared not how long it would take.
His apprentice would heed his call.
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