The Will: Session One

[Shachath]

In a massive citadel on the capital planet of Coruscant, a long, dark hall had been raised to house the Will of the Emperor. With ceilings higher than the halls of the Mandalore Himself, carved in obsidian, it was the new symbol of imperial power in the One Sith's magnificent empire.

Instead of rows and rows of little huts where diplomats would cower as they did in the days of the Galactic Republic, hundreds of massive thrones lined this hall. Above each was the crest of the planet it represented, all curved to face the dais at the front of the room. Upon this dais was throne, three times too large for any mortal man to sit, a physical representation of the Emperor. On its right was a small throne etched with a massive, lidless eye. On its left was an identical throne, only this one was etched with a flaming sword.

Before the dais was a massive podium and upon it the symbol of the Speaker of the Will. A great mouth, not unlike the very mouth that Shachath possessed. This was where the Will of the Emperor would meet for the first time.

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"LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR! LONG LIVE THE ONE SITH!"​

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This was the chant that signaled the opening of the Will of the Emperor, though even Shachath was getting used to these ceremonial proceedings. This would be the first time this parliamentary body had assembled. Some thrones would be noticeably absent at this point as some planets had yet to be assigned a Will. It would be chaos and Shachath was to give it order.

He would shape this chaos into a magnificent symphony that would give the accursed Senate something to look at. The One Sith was the new order and they would show it.

As the new anthem of the Empire played, the officers of the Will of the Emperor, including the Speaker (informally known as the Mouth) made their way to the podium. No one knew if the Emperor himself would be present... or even if the Eye and Wrath would deign to grace them with their appearance. In their absence, the Mouth would be the symbol of authority here.

"By his Supreme Authority and Divine Will, this noble house shall come to order!" Shachath's cursed voice rang out across the hall and his pale, scabbed hand drew up the black gavel and gave it a single sharp rap.

[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Viktor Alexander"] [member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Silva Talith"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Enoch Zambrano"] [member="Drestope Rosuu"] [member="Cordelia deWinter"] [member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="reverance"] [member="darth isolda"]​

 

[Mythos]

With a bow Mythos took his assigned seat to begin this less than complex looking proceedings. Pinching his nose with two of his fingers to shake off a massive headache he had Mythos forced himself to be here against the wishes of Doctors and Medics who after his more recent skull bashing and face smashing his body was suffering from multiple accounts of Physical exhaustion, survived a massive Electric blast to whom Ultimatum Lord of Mustafar was the only reason he had survived, well... him and the Lucky strips that blessed him with Kolto Injections that quite literally saved the day.
Blinking many times to situate himself and shake off the Pain Killing medicine he had to take in order to be present Mythos looked quite normal and unremarkable, only upon closer inspection did one realize Mythos needed to be neck deep in Bacta for at least a week before he was ready to serve anyone at his fullest ability, however, the stubborn and determined Will of Atrisia was not in any way deterred from being present or being called for to serve the One Sith.

Mythos was here in yet another ditch attempt to see if the Emperor would make an audience and bless this hall with his presence... one could only hope, still, if he did not, it was his Solemn Duty and responsibility to be present and accounted for. His Spine at this moment was still in recovery from his Injury in Fresia, so sitting and walking proved to be the Task of Effort and pain that Mythos grimaced through not showing. His patience however, this day, was iron and he was more than prepared to make his presence dignified and worthy of this Court.

The speaker did still unnerve him in ways he could not even describe, be it because he could not readily identify his or her species or the way his or her voice seemed to be conjured from the blackest nightmares he was not sure, however, being one who looked into the eyes of a Terentatek as it died, he was not Phased.

[member="Shachath"]​

 

[Loxa Visl]

Along those vaulted ceilings the silent procession of one white-bodied arachneri watched the gathering below. Newly designated the Will of Byss, she had seen to the stagnated state of the planet with great intrigue and concern. Where had the royal family gone? What had caused the sudden vergeance on Byss? Why now, after so many centuries, had the Taliths deemed to abandon what had long since been their family legacy?

Questions to be answered only through further research - that which might even draw her from the fortress world itself. For now, in the undertow of lost Royalty and a large void of funding that seemed to have disappeared along with them, Eske would take on the brunt of responsibility to see Byss restored to its former power.

She had [member="Hal Terrano"], a Master Archivist of quiet renown, backing her title and a list of things needing done in order to accomplish their allotted goals. Thinking on this as she wove the base web for her drop line Eske pondered just what this Council would ultimately stand for. The betterment of the Empire through the betterment of the planets?

Or perhaps something far less civilized ...

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor stopped at the entrance to the hall taking in the architecture of the place for a moment. He looked thoughtful at it not really sure what to make of it. After a few minutes Viktor saw his seat or he guessed throne would be more appropriate. It looked very uncomfortable to him but none the less he made his way over to it taking a seat.

He scanned the other seats giving [member="Darth Mythos"] and [member="Eske"] brief nods. Although he did stop for a moment looking at Eske with a curious glance before his gaze shifted center and at [member="Shachath"] the so called leader of these proceedings. Viktor had not forgotten the display on Ord Mirit nor had he forgotten you attitude displayed there. An Empire of convicts and corpses was no Empire at all.

Victor heard and saw the gavel hit wanting nothing more to get the proceedings over with so he could get back to his people and what really matter. He remained stoically silent thus far saving his voice and his opinions for when it really mattered.

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

"Long live the One Sith..." Enoch called out as he entered the room, his voice dripping with sarcasm and derisiveness. The black haired boy walked before Shacath, and gave a slight bow. "Mouth." He used the informal name for the creature, showing how comfortable he felt in the situation. Power wasn't something Enoch had often in his life, but in his time on Panatha, he'd learned to wield, and rather deadly too. He walked over to his seat, nodding to the other Wills individually.

As he eased back into his chair, Enoch dropped his arms to rest on the armrests. No, this isn't good. A look of uncomfortability crossed Enoch's face, and he turned in his chair, throwing his legs over the side. Ah, yes, much better. Enoch looked through the hall, biting his nails. This was quite elegant for a senate. Of course, this was the One Sith.

[member="Shachath"] |[member="Viktor Alexander"] | [member="Darth Mythos"] | [member="Eske"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

A rhythmic thud played out beyond the entrance of the hall. It grew louder, and louder, as it drew closer. What came through the entrance was not some lumbering beast, but an old man. Yzak Waltfeld, Will of Ruan, entered the great hall of the Will of the Emperor. Each step of his was accompanied by the thud of his walking cane striking the ground. Like the tick of a grandfather clock, the thud continued as he made his way across the room.

Yzak walked past the other Wills, offering each a nod of respect. With a gravelly voice, he called out. “Long live the One Sith!” He approached Shachath, and offered it the respect it deserved. “Speaker.” He said as he bowed. Yzak was familiar with how to carry one’s self in situations like this. He sat on Will of Ruan’s chair , and placed his cane over his lap. He quietly waited for the remaining Wills to arrive.

 

[Lassiter]

Coruscant was a blessing when compared to the trips back to Sena’s home planet of Corellia. At least, what was her supposed home planet. Her sister had told her about it a long time ago. It would seem that the two twins held the titles to a duchy somewhere on the planet’s surface. Sena had never gone to investigate the claims before the news about the 'wills system' though. These news were after all relayed in just before the Akala Crisis.

Nonetheless she had still managed to claimed the Will of Corellia title. She might not have been proud of her Corellian half but there were exceptions. Like when it gave the added benefit of pull in a new fledgling government run by Sith. Then Sena had no qualms with reaping the benefits.

“Hail the Emperor.” Sena rolled her eyes in a mutter. “Corellia, present and accounted for.”

Her elbow rested against her throne. A finger circled against the armrest. Oh yes, the girl was by all means still just as important as when she was an acolyte. For she was not the ruler of a planet, but half a planet.

Well, maybe not for long if that ‘[member="Danger Arceneau"]’ woman got her work further under way, right? Until then there was little Sena could do but look at the rest of the room. There they all sat with whole planets to rule whereas Sena was still just the one half of Corellia. Both in heritage and in role. Figures.

[member="Isamu Baelor"] // [member="Enoch Zambrano"] // [member="Viktor Alexander"] // [member="Eske"] // [member="Darth Mythos"] //[member="Shachath"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

Spoiler

The strike of the gavel brought the assembly to order…

And upon the smaller throne to the right of that of the Emperor, a single feminine figure melted into the chamber seat seemingly in a cloud of miasma as if summoned by the Dark Lord Himself.

Pale alabaster skin rippling with inky black tattoos were revealed as the sorcery of the illusion faded away like shadows into the night. A straight slash of black hair, the ethereal argent eyes, and the deeply angular visage of the Eye of the Dark Lord. Her presence would wash the throne with a pulsing dark presence, a emanating pool of dark energy that would signal her presence.

Crimson tipped nails would lightly rake against the nihil smokestone throne, the polished material giving a light rap with each strike.

The Mouth would speak, but the Eye would peer into each and every Will to discern their worth...

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor glanced towards [member="Darth Isolda"] as she seemed to meld into existence right before his eyes. Eyes that did get a little wide for a moment at the entrance before returning to normal. He wondered who she was and at the same time knew the knowledge would be something that he may very well wish he didn't know should he ever find out. He looked at her probably much longer than he really should before focusing back on [member="Shachath"] waiting on the posturing to end and the true reason he had been called here to be made known. Did the Sith of the One Sith really give a crap about the individual planets or was this just another method of control.

Sure he had pretty much tripled the activity in and around Balmorra but he had done so with the full knowledge of the Sith. Kark he had even invited some of their senior members to Balmorra to tell them exactly what he was up to and why. So then why did the presence of such an obviously powerful Sith in Isolda unnerve him and was he truly unnerved or just intrigued.

Viktor sighed partially out loud.

[member="Darth Mythos"] @Eske @Enoch Zambrano [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Drethi"]

 

[Cordelia deWinter]

A lone slender finger would lightly rest upon Lady deWinter's jawline. She sat upon her perch, the designated throne for the Will of Kuat. The Voss trained Mystic would quietly and delicately let her lavender gaze drift in observation. Cool, composed, and almost delicate in her appearance, the woman in the white shimmersilk cowl would appear almost out of place in the sea of dark hues. The throne would nearly dwarf her, and her diminutive stature was only enhanced by the seemingly Arkanian like features of the pale white skin, snow white hair, and surreal lavender eyes.

The arrival of of the Eye of the Dark Lord was a surprise in it of itself. Rare were her appearances, so much that some would wonder if the woman truly existed. Yet to see her perched upon the lidless throne made her a tangible reality. Curious. Her appearance would set a few back to straighten, more than a handful of curious stares, and others to their silent thoughts.

Listless of expression, Cordelia would ensure undivided attention. She was here by the will of Her Majesty, not by the will of the Dark Lord.

Rather radical? Perhaps. Yet she was sure she wasn't the only one who would not hold such a zealot view of the seemingly all powerful Emperor.

 

[Komo]

This was the first time the group of newly-appointed Emperor's Wills had convened for a meeting. Darth Noxia had arrived as per the summons. As she entered the massive chambers, she nodded, impressed by what she saw. With obsidian sky-high ceilings and a set of grand-looking thrones on either side of the room sat the owners of those who had already arrived, having received similar summons to make themselves available for the meeting. Nice place. Very impressive.

After a customary hail to the emperor greeting, the blonde sith knight made her way towards the throne designated for Prakith. Greeting other Wills present along the way, she eventually came across [member="Enoch Zambrano"] on the way. Noxia saw the young man lazing about in his seat, his legs hanging over the edge of one of the armrests. That was so totally Enoch.

He was given a warm knowing smile as she walked over to her throne, taking her seat. The presence of the Eye did not go unnoticed, the waves of darkside aura passing over the occupants of the room. The meeting must have been really important for someone as revered as her to be present. Noxia crossed her legs and folded her arms as she waited for the meeting to start. She was sure there would be drama to be had somewhere along the way.

[member="Shachath"] | [member="Darth Mythos"] | [member="Eske"] | [member="Viktor Alexander"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Darth Drethi"] | [member="Cordelia deWinter"]

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

A few others entered after Enoch did, and he would give each of them a nod. Then, someone entered who he had to give more than a nod, and that was the Eye of the Dark Lord. He turned, looking to where she sat. A dark presence emanated off of her, and it gave Enoch a shudder through his bones. He was thankful when Noxia walked into the chamber, for her presence took his mind off the powerful Sith Lord who had just joined them. In response to her smile, he gave his mentor one as well, and pulled out his commpad.

While leaning in his seat, he tapped a few times on the pad, sending a message to Noxia's personal comm. It read:

Hello, gorgeous.

Enoch giggled his wicked giggle as he sent the message. Teasing her had grown on him faster than she had, and Enoch set down the comm, looking out across the room. He assessed each Will individually, looking them up in down. Enoch was looking forward to a fun debate among them.

[member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Darth Drethi"] | [member="Shachath"] | [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="Viktor Alexander"] | [member="Cordelia deWinter"] | [member="Darth Noxia"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Darth Venefica, the scourge of worlds compared to those collected today looked like the chosen toy in a chestbox where the dead could never measure, rose from from her dais; staring at the others gathered. She didn't outright hate them, she hated them for their ignorant grasp for power. Each one gathered for this parliament was nothing more than a usurper of the one that could never be named's power. Power hungry fools that elected to hide in the shadows where true Sith laid waste to worlds stood.​

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"A parliament....more like a bid for power that is never yours to take," she said spitting venom at the others feet.​

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"Each one of you lay claim to a world that you have no right to. Puppets to a regime that promotes what.....exactly...what do you promote here?"​

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The Vahla from Dagobah, who rose through the ranks as a nothing, stood tall and proud. The black and red flecked eyes that sat in her sockets turned to cold accusing eyes, trying to see which ones where there and which ones where not when the edict was sent out to conquer worlds answered the call.​

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"You're all.....nothing! Grasping to an Empire with delusions of...what....support? No....praise.....no. Ah....a voice that holds nothing but empty seats! I'm the one that brought the Sith Empire to glory! I'm the one that gave each and everyone of you a reason to call yourselves Sith! And why?"​

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Darth Venefica stood atop of her dais looking at the gathering of usurpers. A cold challenge in her eyes sent out the challenge but truth kept the fools from answering. They knew nothing except what they were force fed, swallowing the facade forced down their over zealous gullets.​

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"For nothing apparently. I fought....I scarred....and I bled for this Empire. What did you do? I'll tell you what you did....you waited for opportunity....and walked on the backs of the dead. To call you cowards is a blight upon cowardice. Fools!"​

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Casually and without care, she sat back in chair spinning her hilt out in front of her with her mind.​

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"Please continue....I need some excitement in my life because killing Jedi and securing.....his power....was not good enough for you all."​

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[member="Shachath"] l [member="Darth Mythos"] l [member="Eske"] l [member="Viktor Alexander"] l [member="Enoch Zambrano"] l [member="Isamu Baelor"] l [member="Darth Drethi"] l [member="Darth Isolda"] l [member="Cordelia deWinter"] l [member="Darth Noxia"]​

 

[Isamu Baelor]

"You forget yourself." Yzak said with a stern, but controlled voice. "Your behavior is unacceptable." Another Sith who could not contain themselves. Another that acted like a child. "Your words dishonor you." He said. It was difficult for Yzak, but using his cane he rose from his chair, and addressed the spiteful Sith. "You are not the only one to have fought and bled for the empire." He said as he motioned to his crippled leg. "You are not the only one to have sacrificed for the empire." Yzak felt the presumptions of this Sith was extraneous to the proceedings. "Whatever perceived slight you feel, it has no place in these halls." Yzak said as he sat back in his chair.

[member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

"Blind old man....sit down before you find your lips stitched shut with your own intestines," she said with a mocking hand twirling in the air.​

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"There is no one here that has done more for the Sith than me....and if you think otherwise....well count the dead souls on you heart compared to those that infect mine. Fool! You are just a child skipping through the graveyard....I created that graveyard for you to frolic in."​

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A weak minded Sith would have rose up to demonstrate violence against the weak; against those lesser than them. Darth Venefica knew who the weak were, and granting them death was something she was not willing to lower herself to. But even a Sith girl needed fun.​

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"What shores were you swimming at when we invaded Mannan? Where were you hiding in the forests of Kashyyyk? Did you sleep under your bed when the Republic came to Praliath? Ah....what about Ord Mirit.....drunk in your chair with a half emptied bottle of Corellian ale? Shall I continue....of course not....you don't want me to....you reap the benefits from others. Typical"​

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Darth Venefica reached out and gripped her floating lightsaber.​

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"Perhaps you feel the need to set me straight.....because as you say....I have dishourned myself speaking the truth when you were nowhere to be found! Coward."​

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The dark blue metalliac blade hissed out after she thumbed the activation stud on her hilt.​

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"Or maybe I should vacate your chair right now....and let others squabble to fill the void made absent from your death!"​

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The blade dissapiated leaving a smell of burnt ozone in the air. With a shrug of her shoulders, she sat back in her chair; yawning with boredom.​

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[member="Isamu Baelor"]​

 

[Cryax Bane]

With his Ysalamir, Nailgun perched snugly in the nutrient pack on his back, Cryax Bane, the Will of Csilla, was secretly hoping this governing session would give him a chance to catch up with a well-needed nap. Sitting underneath banner with the crest of Csilla, with his Force-repelling lizard present, the usual pangs of paranoia no longer gripped him around the Sith Lords and Ladies, so Cryax anticipated his visit to Coruscant to be a relaxing day trip. Political talks that didn't involve an opportunity to bribe or bilk someone usually put Bane to sleep anyway. However, no such luck today.

The session was barely ten minutes in and already there was way too much shouting and threatening for Cryax get a few minutes of decent shut eye. Currently, the loudest shouty person was Darth Venefica, who seemed to be courting a death wish with so many powerful Sith luminaries present, including the rarely seen Dark Lord's Eye. Ah well, the Dagobah swamp lady always did seem to be a few starships short of a fleet. He'd kind of missed the whole beginning of the conversation to be fair. The Chiss was far too distracted by the sight of the roguishly handsome [member="Enoch Zambrano"], with his legs languidly draped over his throne as if attending an orgy and not a parliamentary meeting. By the Maker, Cryax would never be able to concentrate with the man in that posture.

[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Shachath"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Eske"] [member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Viktor Alexander"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

“Are you finished?” Yzak asked, bored with the overcompensating act of aggression. In her wild ramblings, she was right about one thing: He was an old man. An old man who dedicated his life to the empire. In his years of service to Sith, this old man had been subjected to dealings with all kinds of Sith. Especially those with a loud mouth, and a propensity for violence. He was accustomed to it. “Unless you wish to threaten more of us, I believe we can continue with today’s proceedings. Yes?” Yzak asked.


[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Enoch Zambrano"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Cordelia deWinter"] [member="Viktor Alexander"] [member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Eske"] [member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos was under medication, but he was not under anything severe to make him ignore something as blatant as the display made by the back and forward of these two. "I seemed to miss you in Oberdaan, and in Tarloaan, and in Atrisia. I also did not hear of you anywhere when we defended the Temple of Pain from an attack that Decimated the Temple... Perhaps you too were a coward or perhaps you just got lost in the way... Star Charts do make those things happen." He laughed hard but it turned to a cough that made him groan in pain. He hated being hurt and wounded, be he would be damned if he would show it.

"If it's blood you seek and blood you want, i would be more than happy to give it to you once i get patched up from a Battle You!" He paused pointing straight at the Woman in Black. "were no where to be seen in. Or in in the defense of Coruscant, or in Csilla.. don't lecture this court about cowardice and service.. you only succeed in making yourself look like a an arrogant fool... with all do respect of course." Waving off the guard who sought to help him stand he stood on his own and used the Force shout to say one sentence. "If you seek to test our Loyalty you only succeed in testing our patience!" he stood with a wide stance, before sitting back down slowly, the act was one of intense pain and struggle that he would not lower himself to show, He would show no weakness and no hesitation, but he would also not go as far as to directly disrespect anyone, even one who spoke out of term. He was simply not in the mood. "May we continue?" he said waving his hand. "I am sorry speaker, i did not mean to shake the halls..." he did. Damn uncontrollable force shout... perhaps the Voice would grace him with a lesson in that ability one day, would be an Honor, but not now... his body was not fit to stand correctly with his spine imbalanced.

[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Enoch Zambrano"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Viktor Alexander"] [member="Cordelia deWinter"] [member="Shachath"] [member="Eske"]

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[Sinistra]

Armored, masked and standing quietly at the rear of the hall, Sinistra watched everything through the red gaze of the HUD inside the encompassing helmet. She almost blended into the scenery, standing where she had an excellent view and just enough shadow that she did not immediately stand out. She was no Will, no rank in this Empire apart from her lordship but that only marked her as a master of the craft. She was not here for the politics per-say, but the politicians. The installed heads of One Sith territories were names and faces she needed to know and observe. She operated in those places, put her teams in those fields. This was an opportunity for her to learn of the ones who would benefit from the dissemination of her hard work.

The flick of her eyes beneath the mask marked certain VIP's and their associated positions within the hierarchy to add to their dossiers. There looked like dissension in the ranks on the floor. Among the Sith that was to be expected. The source was noted, and the spymaster continued to gather notes silently, her vocoder turned off so as not to disturb the proceedings.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Enoch Zambrano"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Cordelia deWinter"] [member="Viktor Alexander"] [member="Darth Drethi"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Eske"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Sinistra"]

Pure technically... he shouldn't have been here. Pure technically... he should have picked a representative to sit in this conclave so his will would be Willed. But Carach had never been the one to follow regulations.

It was a simple fact that Tython did not hold swats of inhabitants. More spiritual than economical - only a few people lived there these days.

The Ember of Vahla had a seat there for instance.

Regardless, he had not yet found anyone worthy to hold his trust in this elective, and so the Voice of the Dark Lord had decided to attend this first meeting personally.

A good thing, it seemed, as almost immediately the conclave was starting to spiral out of control.

How... amusing.

"Lady Vendefica." the Voice purred as he often did during his talking ways. "You forget yourself, sister. And so have you, Lord Mythos."

Carach had been here from the beginning, back when the One Sith had held itself at Prakith and conspired to change the face of the Galaxy and cripple the Republic - both of which it had done… to one degree or another. But now the Sith Lord was starting to miss the old faces. Mierin - dead, Adekos - left for greener, more economical pastures, Silara - dead, Matsu - missing… no there were only a few left of the old order, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“We are all equal before the Dark Lord.” some… more equal than others.

“When one of ours strays from the path we must apply ourselves to bring them back to the fold, instead of acting out in the face of the taunts of misguided ones and show disregard for the directive of the Dark Lord himself.” Carach patiently orated, while inwardly rolling his eyes. Where did the world come to that it fell to him to being the paternal figure of the squabbling hordes.

“Speaker, please continue. I am sure that we can behave ourselves in a mature and reasonable fashion now.”

Oh, the Sith Lord hoped, but was not very trusting in the matter. There were too many children amongst them, grown too quickly without any form of responsibility in their minds.