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Regime changes were always the best place to find those willing to follow. They were usually the ones that had been left behind by those that were forced out, and often overlooked and forgotten by those that had just arrived. Of course there were always the hold outs, the small fighting groups that denoted themselves as freedom fighters and rebels, while those in power called them terrorist and butchers. Neither of these things mattered to her, nor did she care for those small hold out groups that fought in the underlevels of Coruscant. It was something else that was needed more than that, it was a populace to speak with on the voices that filled her head.
"It is corruption, wholly and purely corruption that drives others. You see, they do not want you to understand. They do not want you to hear the whispers."
A slight hiss trailed upon her lips as she spoke her last words of the line. Her hand waving slightly as if in a way to mystify and press her own will upon others. Those eyes, those piercing eyes seemed to cut through those that had gathered before her in the crowd. The voices whispering within her as she turned her hand over and held it out for another to take hold. A smirk dancing upon her lips as she watched the will become sapped and broken as her sheer gaze brought the being to their knees.
"This galaxy must be cleansed so that it may be prepared for its return."
Once more her hand wove slowly before the crowd as she stared upon them. Standing on the small makeshift platform and preaching to those that felt lost. Her eyes glinting with her plans as the whispers continued to well upon within her, urging her on to gather followers, to have them ready for the future, a dark one that was to come.
- [member="Alicia Drey"]
- [member="The Shadow"]
