Darth Maladroth
The Machine God

Dresdae
864 ABY
It was no mystery, the economy of the Sith Eternal was suffering. Billions of credits in debt with a deficit only making it worse, heavy losses on Ossus, and no industry to begin to turn the tides on what occurred. Without final word on the invasion of the Peridian Hyperlane, the Consul were currently left with the job of establishing a plan both economically and diplomatically for a long term sustainment of their fledgling Empire. Where the War was the realm of the Worm and the Fist, the state of the union was the concern of the Will and the Consul.
The various Consul sat down at the meeting room, some glancing over old manuscripts, others over holopads containing a slew of data - and at its head, Darth Bourous, the Will of the Emperor sat leaned back with head on fist; red chiss eyes glancing over those gathered. When Maladroth glanced to him, Bourous nodded, an unsaid signal to begin the meeting.
Maladroth stood, and pointlessly clearing his throat, began to speak;
"Consul, I think we all know why we're here. Theres more than a few things we need to discuss.", he said through his robotic vocabulator.
"
Arthos Vynea
- you had mentioned in your report an intelligence leak on Ossus. Would you care to extrapolate on that?"

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