“My earliest memories go back countless tens of thousands of millennia, when the spawns of the Soulworm tormented the galaxy you call home. Typhojem, Ooradryl, Gorog, and Mnggal-Mnggal.” She shuddered. “The earliest experiments born from the womb of Otherspace… I know of them and how they were formed. Of the monstrous rites of the Kashi Mer. Of those worshipped by the Five. Of the heretical books wielded by those cultists who seek to invoke blasphemous dark gods who are no longer able to grant their supplication.”
“They have served me since before my ascension.” She said in response to his second question. “I provided for them then, and provide for them now. I answer their prayers to the best of my power. For as long as is required, they will serve until their service is no longer needed and they may finally enjoy the peace long denied to them.” So many Sith-Imperial veterans were under her command, across two Empires and multiple decades of galactic voyages. They were loyal to her because she was loyal to them, and no reason was there for her to change that dynamic anytime soon.
“The Sith… They are but a very heterogenous people. I would know.” She chuckled. “Some desire dominion over all of reality. Some possess ambitions of godhood. Others are merely satisfied with fulfilling their desire to innovate and Experiment. Some merely find the darkness an end in itself. Whether they wish to supplicate themselves in devotion to any deity is a choice for them to make.”
Shath Kharole