The Gathering Darkness (Invite only)

[Darth Kentarch]

The Outer-Rim
Bosph


In the deepest layers of The Sith Council's stronghold on Bosph was a large room. It was dimly lit with red lights that shined from the floor up against the wall, giving little illumination to anyone inside. In the center of this room was large round onyx black table, made of a fine polished stone, and in the middle was fixed a hologram projector which could show anything from the Dark Lord himself, to planets and galactic locations, and even a holo-news feed. The table was lined with several chairs that would seat the members of The Sith Council, the most powerful and influential members of the Sith. It was here in this cold room deep underground, that the future of the Sith would be decided.

Most of the time this room was empty save today. No today it had one occupant, a man cloaked in black, his face always hidden by a shroud of darkness. Lord Kentarch. Once several years ago he had not even held this seat. No the Sith were ruled by incompetent and foolish leaders who blundered the Sith’s influence into the hands of its enemies. But a new Dark Lord, @[member="Darth Iscariot"], had summoned a new council of Sith to govern and reclaim what had been lost, not so long ago. Now it time for those who were chosen to gather, the command had been given and Kentarch made the arrangements.

Reaching down Kentarch tapped on a small key on a holo-keypad in front of him. There was a small beep, and a secure and highly encrypted communication line was opened to several Sith Lords. “The Council is to gather.” Kentarch said simply. He sat back in his chair and waited in complete silence.

@[member="Venge Draclau"]
@[member="Malice Draclau"]
@[member="Rasho the Hutt"]
@[member="Christian Slade"]
@[member="Morna Imura"]
@[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]

 

[Christian Slade]

It hand't taken long for Christian to respond. After all, he'd already been in the area overseeing the construction of the Sith Temple on Bosph, which he'd personally funded himself. His business on Zeltros had been flourishing as of late, and he had been making arrangements to spread his influence over the considerably profitable business of gambling with his casinos. The credit wasn't a problem, it was convincing the manual labor workers to make the voyage to a little known planet to construct a temple to his precise requirements. With the right financial influence, however, Christian had them working hard, building their massive temple without any questions asked.

As the temple was being constructed, Christian had been overseeing it, but when they had called the meeting of the Lords on the Council, Christian put his project into the trusted hands of his contract manager and left them to their work.

Making his way into the room, Christian glanced around at a few of the servants and then to the few that had gathered around a black table. One of those seats had been reserved for him, and he took it without hesitation, without a single word.

 

[Varro Shatterstar]

Venge had been on a rampage since he'd escaped Lao Mon, and he hadn't stopped yet. He enjoyed the limitless alcohol the galaxy offered, not to mention the countless, willing women, who he could simply take if they resisted him. He'd been having whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted for months now, with little to no resistance. When he was met with resistance, however, it came typically in the form of some weakling Jedi who thought themselves stronger than they ever were.

He'd dispatched a number of Jedi whelps in the past few weeks, and without warning he'd been summoned to a meeting of Sith that he did not know, and did not trust. He could have very well been walking into a trap, but then again, the Empire had just crumbled into the sea like a castle made of sand. He had to figure his touch of the force and his dark mind was desired by an ambitious Sith trying to unite their kind, and he'd be right about that, if he'd only known.

It had taken him quite some time to make it to Bosph, a planet he hadn't visited ever before, but when he'd gotten there he wasn't overly impressed, nor was he disgusted entirely. It was a place that he was indifferent about, and whether or not it could hold his interest depended on what he would be told at this gathering and what would be requested of him. If he didn't like what he heard, he might very well come bloodshed.

Walking through the door to a meeting room, Venge noted that it was dimly lit. He saw a few men gathered at a large table, which he assumed is where they were to meet. Approaching one of the vacant seats, the tower of a man reached up and pulled out one of the seats, lowering himself into after that and set his hands properly in his lap. He then looked, with those deep blue eyes he had, back and forth between the man who'd already gathered, ready and eager to ask his question. Why had he been summoned there today?

 

[Ashin Varanin]

These titanic men and enormous ambitions never failed to catch Rasho's curiosity. Especially when so few of them were known quantities. Say what one might about Kentarch, the man knew how to put together a guest list.

In fairness, though, Kentarch was one of the few Masters of any alignment that Rasho had ever respected as an intellectual equal, and one of the few with any sense of judgment or proportion. To say that Rasho trusted him might be to go a bit far, but while the others had Rasho's curiosity, Kentarch had the Vaapad blademaster's attention.

One place at the table had no chair, and he slipped into that place, resting his muscular elbows on the onyx.

 

[Malice Draclau]

Next to enter after the Hutt a tall being clad in flowing white robes appeared. Long locks of snow white hair flowed behind him as he walked in, crimson eyes scanning the room. They paused when they spotted a familiar form, Malices eyes widening in surprise. Having left Lao-mon a little over ayear ago himself Malice too traversed the galaxy. Learning what he could about the powers that be and of the Sith. He learned the last Sith Empire that existed collapsed, breaking up into smaller factions of Sith and spreading throughout the galaxy. Malice had been disappointed when he heard this. Before the plague the Sith were strong. He knew of the Empire that existed though he was not a part of it, his attention was kept on his planet and people.

Walking in and around the table Malice took a seat next to Venge, the elder Sith pulling his chair closer to the table he turned his head and looked at Venge. A face he had not seen in quite sometime.

*It seems the force has fated for us to reunite my son* Malice spoke calmly, not at all angry at his sons disappearance. Malice had kept him secluded because of his age, because he was too young at the time to resist the plague. Malice refused to let one of his children fall ill. Skorn was old enough he knew how to take care of himself. Erinyes was off in the galaxy with the Jedi, he trusted she knew how to care for herself as well. Venge however, he was just a kid. Though as he got older Malice could see the rebellious nature in him. All those years of being confined, watched like a hawk never to have a moment alone...Malice didn't blame him for running away.

*Good to see the galaxy hasn't swallowed you whole on your first trip through it. Did you learn much?*

Malice was more curious about what his son had seen and learned rather then scolding him. Venge had spent his entire life on Lao-mon, learning about the galaxy from stories and holo images. How the galaxy looked in Malices eyes he figured was vastly different to how it looked in Venges eyes. Looking away from his son Malice now looked to those who had arrived. So far he did not recognize any of them, then again neither of them was the one who called him here. Malice waited for his longtime ally to show, to speak of his plan for the sith and the future of the galaxy.

 

[Darc Xavior Talus]

The Outer Rim Territories
Bosph
The Sith Council Room

The ancient Sith lord entered the room that was to determine the fate of the unification of all Sith scattered across the galaxy. The shi'ido with crimson robes waved in the darkness of the secluded location where the Sith lords were to meet. He offered @[member="Darth Kentarch"] a slow nod and took his seat at the head of the table exchanging gazes with the others that were present. Two in particular, @[member="Venge Draclau"] and @[member="Malice Draclau"] were there. Old friends and allies from the old Sith Council centuries ago. He laid a hand to the table and brushed it as a large hologram of a star map was projected in the center of the table. His voice speaking in ancient Sith tongue, directed the others to the hologram's purpose.

"Since my awakening to this age, I have faced and been introduced to the Sith of this era. To my dismay, I have discovered that these bastardized children of the Darkside have been diluted since the days of our time. It concerns me that our future has continued to fall in the hands of our adversaries, but it is not just the Jedi anymore. The collapse of the Sith Empire now was wrought by the Mandalorians, Fel Empire, and the Republic combined with the Jedi. The Jedi are advancing quickly and spreading their dominion over the ruins the current Sith Empire has left behind. Most of the former Sith space has been left in the neutral zone which gives us the opportunity to regroup and gather the strong back together. I have heard many rumours of small factions of Sith spreading all over the galaxy, which indeed is quite fortunate. We must understand that these are not our enemies, but our allies with the same ideals we plan to conclude today. The Unification of the Sith is what I intend to orchestrate as I did so long ago. We must let them know that we are here to answer their call so that we can unite as one and retake what has been taken from us."

He changes the images as he continued.

"The old Sith Lords have returned. We must guide these misguided Sith to our cause so that they understand what will be our endeavours for their future. Let us begin."

Spoiler

@Rasho the Hutt
@Christian Slade
@Morna Imura
@Anesia Jy'Vun

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Darth Kentarch watched as one by one the Sith Lords came into council room. First was @[member="Christian Slade"], a man who probably deserved the title Lord of Vice more so among any of the Sith Lords. He met the casino owner and billionaire socialite on Zeltros, and since then did not know whether to discourage or honor the man's boldness and revelry. None the less his pockets were deep and power in the force strong, which made him an important member of this council. Next was @[member="Venge Draclau"], a man who Kentarch knew little to nothing about. He did know that the Sith Lord had spent his most recent time boozing, murdering Jedi, and doing all around what he pleased. Kentarch knew nothing of the man, only that the Dark Lord himself had chosen him. And with that reality Kentarch was forced to withhold any judgement or opinion.

Next came @[member="Rasho the Hutt"], and for the first time since he made the holo-call Kentarch shifted his gaze to watch the Vaapad master slide into his place at the table. The Sith Lord was unsure of the Hutt's true motives, and knew that his grip likely extended on black market deals and politics throughout the Outer-Rim and beyond. His position was essential to the gathering of information and intelligence. Then came another Draclau, @[member="Malice Draclau"]. Out of all the lords on the council, Kentarch had nothing on him.

After several had gathered Darth Kentarch was about to speak, however before he could stand The Dark Lord of the Sith @[member="Darth Iscariot"] himself made his appearance. Shocked, Kentarch believed the Dark Lord was still in meditation. Remaining seated he merely nodded back to Iscariot as he explained the predicament of the current Sith. When Darth Iscariot finished, Kentarch spoke.

"Make no mistake. Our enemies are numerous and have carefully allied themselves with each other. Since the fall of the decadent empire, our rightful lands have been carved up by these allied forces. If we do not stand together we will not survive, and if we do not survive the ways of the Sith die with us. It is on us to return to our rightful places in this galaxy, not only for our own sake but for the future of the generations of Sith yet to come. We can fight among each other when the Mandalorians are crushed, the Fels are gone, and the Jedi pushed back to their temple on Coruscant."

@[member="Morna Imura"]
@[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"Kentarch has the right of it," Rasho rumbled. "Insofar as I am able to determine, the Republic is friendly to one degree or another with the Confederacy of Independent Systems, the Mandalorians, the Omega Protectorate, and the failing Fel Imperium. Individually, they can be broken; together, they were enough to wipe out the strongest Sith-led military machine in seven centuries, almost overnight. Without territory, we are strong. Territory makes targets, and the Jedi want targets. Our timing, in relation to the other Sith factions and the galactic balance of power, must be precise, carefully considered. A Sith marauder charges headlong to glory or defeat, for the sake of pride and ideology; a Sith Lord finds, or creates, or waits for, the perfect opportunity."

 

[Malice Draclau]

Malice listened to them speak, taking in the information they were sharing. Looking to Iscariot as he entered Malice nodded. This was the first sith since his trek through the galaxy Malice met that he knew. Centuries ago they were part of the same Empire. A strong Empire of Sith that ruled absolute. Malice took it as the plague being the definitive source of the Siths troubles. Granted they had been attacked pretty much from all-sides, however the Shi'ido king viewed this plague as the source of the Darksides current troubles. Listening to Rasho speak Malice now spoke up.

*It would be wise to take note of the leading figures of these factions. I am Sith Lord Malice Draclau, Priest of the Darkside and King of the Shi'ido. We are what the galaxy calls shape shifters. As such knowing who leads these factions could come in handy when we are ready to deal with them* To emphasis his words Malice took a few seconds to study Kentarch. After which, before his fellow Sith Malices form shift. His body, face, even his clothes now matched perfectly with Kentarch. When Malice spoke again, his own voice to matched Kentarchs tone for tone.

*Being able to switch out leaders, political figures, even senators with a loyal follow of us would open us up to more opportunities my brothers. Having been gone for so long I too am eager to get the Sith back to where they should be. Fractured and splintered the Sith will never recover. If the Sith is to regain what was once lost we must stand united*

 

[Varro Shatterstar]

Venge watched as each of the others made their way into the room, one at a time and at their own pace. He also noticed his very own father enter, and though he was supprised, his face only remained the same and only slightly changed showing his displeasure at his arrival.

He kept his jaw tight, his shoulders forward and didn't reply immediately to his father's words. He seemed happy, almost excited to have seen him after so long, but Venge had long since their time on Lao Mon grown distant and was now cold. "I'm only your son by blood, old man.", he said, simply and very direct to the point as his blue eyes slowly slid in Malice's direction for but a moment as he leaned back in his chair and got comfortable.

Listening closely to every word that the others had to say, Venge's mind began to churn, his knowledge of the galaxy falling into play in the information he was absorbing. "So...", he said, glancing over at the man who'd taken the seat at the head of the table. "...the Sith have destroyed themselves again, and you expect me to sit at this table and help you unite our chaotic breed all while calling you Dark Lord?"

He smirked ever so slightly, his bold and challenging attitude always about him, especially in such situations.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

"United?" suffered Anesia, nearly spitting the word. While this band was not the pseudo-murdering type, they were still Sith. Her grave gaze flitted to those present, visage not a lick past twenty-six. The woman seemed young, too young to hold a seat on a Council, yet the depth of her stare held a knowing not compatible with what her body presented.

It was curious how things never changed. "And what do we have to offer that the others do not..." she paused briefly, raising a nefarious dark brow, "or have not already offered?"

Thin, flawless fingers folded together atop the table, "Sith do not simply give without receiving." That was fact. "You all are talking like Jedi filth. We have already established the common goal... it is every Sith's common goal. How to achieve it though..." she blinked, inky green eyes narrowed at @[member="Darth Kentarch"]. "To think that something such as power on any level was rightfully yours... how did you fail to lose it in the first place?" Anesia brushed a fair few strands of hair from her face. "Or was it ever yours to begin with? You simply cannot take back what was never yours. Now if you are admitting mistakes and have since learned from them... do tell."

The Sith woman leaned back on a sigh. "Malice." And it was merely recognition, nothing more, nothing less.

@[member="Christian Slade"]
@[member="Venge Draclau"]
@[member="Malice Draclau"]
@[member="Rasho the Hutt"]
@[member="Darth Iscariot"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Rasho grunted in agreement with the first portion of @[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]'s commentary.

"My sources count eight other groups which claim Sith heritage or dominance. Most of them unknown quantities, to one degree or another. What do we offer that they don't? I have no doubt that, around this table, we have experts in Sith sorcery, alchemy, mentalism, swordplay, energy manipulation, telekinesis, all manner of forgotten techniques. But the One Sith can boast the same, as can the League of the Sith, the so-called Sith Order, the Red Magnolia Conclave, even the darker members of the Lords of the Fringe, and a host of other organizations.

"But none of them, apart from a moderately pathetic raid on Fondor, are doing anything. Granted, we're not doing anything visible either. Whoever makes the first move instantly offers more than anyone else does. Specifically, action. I believe we need to adopt a two-move strategy. One move immediately, and one later, at the ideal time, in the ideal place."

 

[Malice Draclau]

Crimson eyes turned to Venge, momentarily Malice stopped listening when the Hutt began speaking. Speaking softer then normal Malice addressed Venge.

*Keep that attitude up and the sith will remain chaotic towards one another my son. Unification needs to begin somewhere. Keep in mind the stories I have told you of the past. Great sith empires were ruled by staying united, with a dark lord at its head*

Catching the last of what Rasho spoke Malice turned to the other Masters. Briefly he looked to Anesia, nodding his head in greeting to her.

*Brothers and sisters, fellow Masters of the Darkside. Rasho is correct, if we are to show our dominance then we need to start making some plays. I would suggest reaching out to the nearest systems, find the suitable planets to conquer, ones that would boost us not only militarily but financially as well*

Removing a device from his robes Malice placed it on the table. Pushing a button a holo image of a planet popped up. *This is Ventooine. A planet not too far from ours. Its leading government is a council set-up since the ruling people had been removed many years ago. It is protected with a small military force of ground troops and a few ships. What I see important on this planet is its exports. Crystals, Sansanna spice, and a mineral called Shadeshine. If we were to place in a puppet government, pulling the planet into our fold we could use their exports to fill our coffers. On this data pad there is also several other planets near us that we could look into as well*

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Darth Kentarch had almost lost his composure when @[member="Malice Draclau"] shifted into a copy of Kentarch. The nerve. “We do not need a display of your shifting powers.” Then @[member="Venge Draclau"] tuned in as well. Soon the other Sith Lords began to question his and the Council’s motives all together. Infighting would not happen on his watch, not while the Dark Lord expected better of him. “Kark Ventooine.” He said, pushing aside the subject.

Kentarch turned and looked at @[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]. “First of all, never ever refer to me as a Jedi,” He said bluntly. “I’m not handing out anything. I have nothing to offer. It’s what we as group have to offer. Second the power was never mine, yet I never lost it. Sith space has always rightfully belonged to the Sith. Or do you believe it better in the hands of the Jedi, Master Jy’Vun?” Kentarch questioned. But he continued before anyone could comment. “As for what we offer. Sitting in this room are many of the most powerful Sith Lords in the galaxy. The other factions that Rasho has pointed out don’t offer the depth of talent that this faction does. We are not a group of last stand generals or desperate warlords. We are not pretenders who use our past lives connections to royal bloodlines to justify our ownership to territory. We are not terrorists who strike without reason, blindly acting in the name of chaos. We are not cultist freaks or misguided maniacs with tattooed bodies.” His fist slammed into the onyx table.

Kentarch made sure he had everyone’s attention. “We will be the ruling body of the Sith and its lands. We will manage and control planets that fall into our dominion. Each of us will watch over a sphere of influence that fits for our talents and abilities. Powerbases will be created and maintained. Finally we will kill all those who do not kneel before us. We are The Sith Council. Do I make myself clear?”


@[member="Christian Slade"]
@[member="Rasho the Hutt"]
@[member="Darth Iscariot"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian sat listening to each one at the table speak. He took what they were saying into careful consideration as those golden eyes of his circled the table from face to face taking in each and every characteristic they displayed. It was something that he always did, because he knew better than to trust another Sith. He'd had more than one failed relationship with his own kind and he was alwasy cautious of their intent. He needed to know exactly who they were and what they looked like in case they every had a problem in the future.

As he listened to what the others had to say, he called one of the servant girls over to the table with the flick of his index finger. When she leaned down to him he leaned over the arm rest and said to her, in a low voice, "I don't care where you find it, but I require a glass of Honey Whiskey."

After he'd requested it, she immediately hurried from the room to find him his drink. When she did, Christian turned his attention back to the table and took his chance to interject after just about everyone there had said at least something. "The Sith have been destroying one another for years. The Master shares with an apprentice everything they know, and one day when they have no more to share, the apprentice kills their Master and truly surpases them. It has become like a tradition these days.", he said, laughing to himself a bit as a young woman hurried into the room and set a short topped glass down in front of him.

Reaching out and taking the glass, Christian raised it and tipped it against his bottom lip to take a sip. He then sighed with satisfaction at the drink he'd been made and continued. "One Apprentice envies another's saber, he kills him for it. One Knight resents another's faster progress in the force, he cuts their throat in their sleep out of jealousy. One Master relizes the influence the Dark Lord has over his kind, he waits until the perfect moment and thrusts a saber into the Dark Lord's back.", he said, glancing over at @[member="Darth Iscariot"] as he said the last bit.

"We don't need a "Dark Lord". We don't need a King or a Ruler or a great Leader. We are all Leaders in our own ways. That's why we're all here. We need to change the mindset of our kind and stop challenging one another for the right to absolute rule. The thought of a "Dark Lord" is an outdated and foolish idea.", he said, taking another sip of his whiskey before breaking eye contact with Iscariot, the man who had supposedly summoned each and every one of them there.

"We don't need a Dark Lord.", he said, smirking as he knew that at least a few of them thought like mindedly to him. "We need to dispose of the trash that we call Sith in the Galaxy, establish a true and equal Council of Sith and start from scratch."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Rasho looked back and forth between @[member="Christian Slade"] and @[member="Malice Draclau"].

"Though your leadership theories are opposites, you're both correct, and we can use both principles to our advantage. A wise leader recognizes that winning is not the same as ruling, and that each requires a separate strategy and structure. I propose that we act in keeping with a united vision, a Dark Lord's vision, in foreign expansion, and that we act as equals in domestic administration as @[member="Darth Kentarch"] says, each of us having our own domains and equal voices in this Council."

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

The same speech, different words, different voice. If he thought to humble her, he was a fool. Once upon a time, this idea would have fueled her and she would have obeyed with little question. Once upon a time, she was also an apprentice. This was no more, she had learned and she had grown. "The Jedi offer peace, " while it was a blind peace and more akin to tyranny, nonetheless, it was still an offering.

Anesia shifted in her chair at the table, directing her full attention to the Sith occupying most of the chatter. "Let them have it," she paused with a blank expression. "What better to keep them occupied?" The Master would like nothing more than to convert or eradicate every last Jedi, but even she knew there had to be balance. She heard Kentarch clearly, but demands given to those with just as much power or more breathed civil war more than it did unity.

The lips of the woman quirked, "If you wanted a body to rule, perhaps you should have taken in an army of apprentices. We are all Masters here." Anesia stood then, wandering about the table, fingertips playing on the backs of the chairs. "There is much to be done and if the Jedi are otherwise occupied with territories they believe are theirs... " she stopped at Kentarch, "that gives us ample time to infiltrate, to plan, and to obtain. It is better for everyone if they and the others underestimate us or believe we do not exist. Let the others fight, kill, and die. It will make our plans that much easier to carry out."



@[member="Darth Kentarch"]
@[member="Rasho the Hutt"]
@[member="Christian Slade"]
@[member="Malice Draclau"]

 

[Darren Onyx]

Shadow sat in the corner seat, silently watching everything unfold before him. He listened intently, learning what everyone had to share. He had some serious doubts about all of this. He was called here because he was a Sith Lord, however most the people in this room hated him. He was once Darren Onyx, a Sith Lord whom became a hated member of the Empire. What influence did he have?

He gave a small laugh as @[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] walked around the table. He finally spoke up. "You honestly think we can stay hidden?" Shadow asked, locking eyes with her. "We are, as you stated, all Sith Masters. We are all adept in the force and in the art of lightsaber combat. You forget, however, our enemies have the same ability." Shadow started looking over at everyone else sitting at the table. "To think our enemies blind is a mistake. They can sense us, through the force. Yes we can use our combined powers to block them out and keep hidden. But how long until one Jedi gets a little curious and investigates the old territory? When that one idiot stumbles upon our small force, our enemies will realize us and seek us out."

He waited a minute, letting everyone soak his words in. He then looked over to @[member="Darth Kentarch"]. "We may be a Council, but we are far from united," he said darkly. "We all have our common goals and our common enemies, but in our hearts we all want something more out of this. And we must find that compromise, something that will guarantee we will not turn on each other like so many others have before."

@[member="Rasho the Hutt"]
@[member="Christian Slade"]
@[member="Malice Draclau"]
@[member="Venge Draclau"]
@[member="Darth Iscariot"]

 

[Darc Xavior Talus]

The masked old ancient looked between the gathered bickering to one another. His eyes shifted and his hands came up into a pyramid thoughtfully taking into consideration what was said throughout the meeting. When a moment of silence came between them, he took the opportune time to share his thoughts on the matter.

"The question here is not about me being the Dark Lord, it is about thinking as a collective to strive with the same goals so that we can establish rule to this galaxy accordingly. Bickering to one another does not yield results to what is required for a successful dominion. What Master Rasho says is sound and I'd heed his wisdom because I can see him and I are very much the same. True, we are all lords here and should be equal. Do not let a mere title veer you away from what's more important at hand. Master Kentarch, I admire your strength and will but keep your composure in check so that you do not create oversights to our endeavours. Keep that focus, it has done you well since I have met you. Master Jy'Vun, you as well have many valid points but you have mistaken to accuse us as a group and assume we approach these situations as the Jedi. Whether it be dominions or invasions, cooperation as one mind and vision is required so that everything goes according to our plans. Master Onyx brings up a valid point. The neutral territories are expected to be patrolled. We must stay vigilant and keep our subtlety to begin our slow expansion without breaking our shrouds to unwanted adversaries all too soon. We are equals here no matter the titles. Do what we must and all will fall into place in time."

If the Council would find resolution among their differences then they will see guaranteed victories in the near future.

Spoiler

@Rasho the Hutt
@Christian Slade
@Malice Draclau
@Venge Draclau
@Darth Kentarch
@[member="The Shadow"]

 

[Darren Onyx]

Shadow cringed at the thought of his old name. He was torn between joining and just getting up to leave. The Sith have proven throughout all history that they could never work together. How are these masters, the most influential and strongest of the Sith in this era, suppose to work together?

He sat down and shook his head. He looked up at @[member="Darth Iscariot"] through his mask. "Your asking the impossible," Shadow spoke out with a small chuckle. "You stand here asking us to work together. Do you not know Sith?" Shadow stood up again, this time he started to pace around the table. "Name one time in all history where this ends in our victory? There was only one time; for twenty years Darth Sidious ruled this galaxy. Why? Because there was no other Sith. No one could challenge him, not even his apprentice Darth Vader could face him. At no other point did the Sith win this fight. And the reason is obvious- because we all have power. And power, corrupts." Shadow said the last bit while walking behind Iscariot, putting emphasis on it.

Finally he was back at his seat. But his speech didn't end there. "I see only one way this 'Council' will survive." Shadow looked around at everyone before continuing. "We let fate decide. A tournament of sorts. If we find the strongest among us, that person should be the one to lead us, as is the way of the Sith. But even more then that, we all have our own piece, as @[member="Darth Kentarch"] so kindly put it. We each have our domain, while our 'leader', the winner of this tournament, makes our major military decisions..." Shadow quickly realized his mistake and corrected it, "And before you go back to arguing of the 'Dark Lord' matter, take into consideration we are a COUNCIL. This leader will make our decisions but we as a council must agree upon doing it."

Shadow sat down and laid back in his seat. "I hope you see things as I do, my dear brothers and sisters."

@[member="Rasho the Hutt"]
@[member="Christian Slade"]
@[member="Malice Draclau"]
@[member="Venge Draclau"]