Vrak Nashar
Character
Athiss
[member="The Slave"]
The rise of The Empire had not stilled Vrak's ambitions by even a hair.
He still craved power, strength, and knowledge beyond everything else. To him the Empire was a stepping stone. His seat on the Council was temporary, and eventually it would turn into a singular throne. That was his goal. To the Empire on his own, his hand, his will. Whether that goal would ever be achieved was another matter entirely of course, but it was the nature of Sith. Especially a Pureblood.
He was sure that the others of the Council felt the same way, but that hardly mattered.
Vrak stood as Councilor of Intelligence. His duty to the Empire was keeping it informed, safe from within. His reached extended throughout the Empire and beyond, his agents moved fast and far. They were many, but he could always use more.
That was why he was here, home.
Though Ziost was the new capital of the Empire Athiss still remained Vrak's own personal Crown World. The planet had evolved from the only home of the Pureblood's to his own personal fiefdom. Most upon the world now held their Allegiance to him, and the Zuguruk and others who wished to serve him knew that the best path to doing so was to come to this world. He frowned slightly, looking out into the courtyard of the Temple with watchful eyes.
Dozens had gathered, as they always did every day.
Some tried to blend in, others attempted to gain his favor.
Most of course simply fell by the wayside, either forgotten or proven too weak. Vrak didn't choose them himself of course, rather the overseers saw to that task. Still, more than once he'd come upon an Acolyte with a particular...skill for the type of work he required.
Perhaps he'd find another.
[member="The Slave"]
The rise of The Empire had not stilled Vrak's ambitions by even a hair.
He still craved power, strength, and knowledge beyond everything else. To him the Empire was a stepping stone. His seat on the Council was temporary, and eventually it would turn into a singular throne. That was his goal. To the Empire on his own, his hand, his will. Whether that goal would ever be achieved was another matter entirely of course, but it was the nature of Sith. Especially a Pureblood.
He was sure that the others of the Council felt the same way, but that hardly mattered.
Vrak stood as Councilor of Intelligence. His duty to the Empire was keeping it informed, safe from within. His reached extended throughout the Empire and beyond, his agents moved fast and far. They were many, but he could always use more.
That was why he was here, home.
Though Ziost was the new capital of the Empire Athiss still remained Vrak's own personal Crown World. The planet had evolved from the only home of the Pureblood's to his own personal fiefdom. Most upon the world now held their Allegiance to him, and the Zuguruk and others who wished to serve him knew that the best path to doing so was to come to this world. He frowned slightly, looking out into the courtyard of the Temple with watchful eyes.
Dozens had gathered, as they always did every day.
Some tried to blend in, others attempted to gain his favor.
Most of course simply fell by the wayside, either forgotten or proven too weak. Vrak didn't choose them himself of course, rather the overseers saw to that task. Still, more than once he'd come upon an Acolyte with a particular...skill for the type of work he required.
Perhaps he'd find another.