What is in a Voice?

[Darth Isolda]

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I M P E R I A L P A L A C E
C O R U S C A N T


The cogs of the galaxy were turning, and in this came a need to ensure that the right and suitable person were fit for the job at hand. Within one of the vast meeting rooms held a large holo-array, one that currently had illuminated a map of the galaxy. A tap of a finger would zoom in to a specific highlighted section.

Within this expanse was the territory that would expand from Hypori to Iego. Here the Abrieon Corporate Authority, Black Sun, and Red Ravens would hold claims to sectors and systems. Yet for the One Sith, one Voice would beheld them all. The Voice oversee's everything within his or her sector. This includes missions, spy operations, battles, skirmishes, and anything else of that nature.

One voice in particular would suit to fill this need, and Darth Isolda was here to relay the Dark Lord's will. [member="Avadreia Lacroix"] has been appointed to the position, and in this the minutia of her duties would be relayed for her purview.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

It had been a bizarre few months since Avadreia had woken up in her clone pod. She had received many briefings, a lot of security paperwork, and been chipped, fingerprinted, and investigated to within an inch of her life. She had only been granted total freedom for a few weeks now. She had been set up in a flat on Coruscant, so the summons from the Imperial Palace required here to travel only for half an hour to arrive at her appointment. She was escorted down a wide hallway, and she observed the comings and goings in the busy palace.

She was clad in a professional gray pantsuit and a pale blue blouse, so she fit in with the professionals in the palace.

"Avadreia Lacroix," she told a sentry at the door to a large conference room. She drew her badge, which she refused on basic principal to wear on a lanyard because she was a grown woman and not a college co-ed, and showed it to the sentry. He examined it for a moment, then opened the door for her. Avadreia strode in and looked around. This was the appointed place, but she knew better than to expect to meet the Dark Lord himself. So just who was she to be meeting?

[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

"Such a pleasure to finally meet you, [member="Avadreia Lacroix"]." the throaty voice would coo from the holo-array some twenty feet from where the Iron Lady stood.

There, with two ink tipped hands braced upon the edge of the array, stood the lithe form of the Eye of the Dark Lord. She wore no ornament upon her hair as she was prone to, allowing the straight length of black hair fall in a waterfall down her shoulders and back. Save for the thick lined kohl around her eyes, there was seemingly no other layer of artifice upon her angular face.

Slowly she would straighten, the cerulean glow of the holographic map bathing the Oracle as well as the area she stood in. Fingers would slide across the cool metal as she would start to round the array towards the direction of the Iron Lady herself.

A hint of a smile would curve over her thin lips, "Your reputation precedes you." It did indeed. Impeccable at that.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Avadreia bowed from the neck and strode across the room towards the array. She was beginning to dread it when people said things about her reputation preceding her. It was an unearned reputation, she felt, but one she was eager to prove for herself. "My reputation has a tendency to do that," she replied pleasantly, her lips twitching up into a smile at the edges. "I've been educated and indoctrinated in my ancestor's talents and I have been conditioned since birth with an inherent makeup that prioritizes efficiency and leadership. So I'm sure that soon enough I will deserve the reputation that so often precedes me."

She finally came to within a few feet of [member="Darth Isolda"] and repeated the bowing motion.

"Darth Mieren mentioned that I would be called to service soon and I stand ready," said Avadreia, spreading her palms in front of her. "How can I be of assistance?"

[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

"Ahh but there is a thrum of energy about you. A Destiny." Isolda's eyes would shine like mirrors for a brief second, as if merely getting a flash of that ever shifting future. Just a single facet of possibility.

"But that is for another time, for now... join me."

There came an incline to her head at [member="Avadreia Lacroix"], welcoming her and acknowledging her greeting. With a gesture towards the holo-array, the Eye of the Dark Lord would ask for the woman to follow her.

"Tell me, what do you know of the Voices of the Dark Lord?"

 

[Natasi Fortan]

"An energy," replied the clone with a smile. "How thrilling. I shall look forward to this."

Avadreia followed the Eye, clasping her arms behind her back as she did. "Voices of the Dark Lord," she answered. "Five offices, direct overseers of the five sectors of the galaxy, administering the Emperor's will over his subjects. My understanding is that they are responsible for all One Sith operations in each of the five sectors." She frowned thoughtfully and searched her memory banks for a few moments. "If I'm not much mistaken, not all the offices are currently filled. But that information might be outdated."

She glanced at the galaxy map and studied it for a few moments before turning towards [member="Darth Isolda"] again. "That's what I can remember from the brochure," she said with a modest smile.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Isolda would give a thin smile to [member="Avadreia Lacroix"]. "Indeed." The woman would come to a halt in front of the holo-array.

"While a Voice is technically in charge of all One Sith inside of his sector, it is not an authoritarian position, instead the Voice is considered more of a "First among Equals"." she explained, bringing to focus anew the entirety of the various sectors. Here she would show the areas overseen by Darth Vornskr, Darth Carach, Darth Praelior, and finally -- Sector Three.

"Your affinity to efficiency and leadership has presented an opportunity for you Avadreia. Here in Sector Three." a hint of a hidden smile would draw over the Eye's lips, the holographic map's ambient light reflecting off her face.

"That of a Voice of the Dark Lord." her head would swivel to the woman.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Avadreia's blue eyes widened subtly. This was not what she had expected. "You are aware, of course, that I am not one of those individuals gifted with an affinity for the Force?" she asked, folding her arms over her midsection. She felt somewhat discomfited by now, as if she was intruding on something she ought not to see, a place where she ought not to be.

She turned back to the map and studied sector three for a few moments. There was potential here, she saw. Potential for trade, for allies, for expansion. "Are you quite, quite certain about all this?" She turned back to [member="Darth Isolda"] and smiled politely. "I should hate to have you operating under any false pretenses as to my status."

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Avadreia Lacroix"]

Isolda would give a hidden smile. "I am aware Avadreia." She would lean back to her full height.

"While the Force is certainly a gift, there is no question to the efficiency and effectiveness you provide. " she would gesture at the Iron Lady, "In this you are most suited for the task of reigning in the Abion Corporate Authority and the Red Ravens."

"Afterall, one should never underestimate the power of one's own instinct." a small tap of her finger would bring forth anew the entire map of the galaxy.

"I am quite certain, for it is a direct order from the Dark Lord himself."