Post by Mirien Valdier on Dec 30, 2017 20:02:31 GMT -5
Zoist
Such an old and long abandoned planet steeped in history of the ancient sith, of greater times when the Sith ruled the galaxy, seemed the perfect world to discuss the future of the Sith as they stood now, fallen and so few in numbers. Only a handful of powerful Sith had lasted this long under the glaring eye of the Galactic Empire. With the attack on Ruusan and their old capital having fallen, it was time to see what remained of their order. And to see if there were just enough embers still remaining to piece it back together.
As much as Mirien disdained working with others of her kind, there was a time and a place for it. For if they were to survive, they were going to have to at least work together. Sure, there might be some backstabbing along the way, and a few might be tossed to the wayside, but that was a risk they all would have to take.
Wrapped in an elegant forest green cloak, she found herself standing at the foot of an old temple. It was ruins mostly, broken and shattered but it’s grand entrance still stood, leaving a small chamber just inside that had held up over the years of weather changes, wars, and the like. This was the place. Had they got the message they would be here soon enough. For the moment, all she could do was wait.
Last Edit: Dec 30, 2017 20:03:05 GMT -5 by Mirien Valdier
Post by Kaz Valnor on Dec 30, 2017 21:44:55 GMT -5
Over the centuries, Kaz had seen many sith rise and fall. The one known as Sidious had come closest, but even he had died. For that reason, he had lost interest in the people that called themselves sith. In his eyes, they had forgotten the old ways, forgotten what it meant to be sith. But when a call had come in from a certain dark-haired woman, Kaz could not help himself in coming.
As Mirien entered the room, she would see Kaz had already arrived. The vermin that had made the temple home were arrayed in front of them. The sith's hands hovered above them, the fingers twitching to-and-fro. With each twitch the small creatures moved and twisted about, almost appearing to dance. The dance continued even as a tuk'ata walked over and scooped up one of the critters, swallowing it in a single bite.
Post by Jaedan Fray on Dec 31, 2017 10:22:04 GMT -5
The sith are all the same in the eyes of society. Evil monsters with an unending lust for power, following a destructive and chaotic ideology that destroys them from within, makes them fall prey to infighting. What is society if not a herd of sheep begging to be led, falling at the knees of their master, king, emperor, politician, president. Different names for the same entity, the leader, one to shape this "society" as he wishes and the herd will obediently comply. Such was in the past, such is in the present... Such will always be. Those who do not accept the control, who choose to have their own ideas and opinions are being must be silenced, be it by the leaders or by the society itself indoctrinated by its own void ideals, unable to see past them. It does not matter how much freedom is offered, it is but a facade.
These were the thoughts that crossed his mind as he was walking towards the old temple. There was no doubt the sith were evil, he doubted that it would change anything if they weren't, that could be... what actually drove many sith into becoming sith.
He had no real armor, only leather black clothes covered by his cloak, his head covered by a hood, many sith did this in the past and this was the reason he did it too, having the others mistake him for a stranger would be a waste of both time and energy. Entering the temple, he would spot the other two sith. One in particular gave him the impression he was bored. There was also a beast with him, a creature he did not remember to have seen before.
"I apologize if I took too long." he spoke with a monotone voice as he let the hood fall from his head. "Is there anyone else coming?"
Last Edit: Dec 31, 2017 10:26:45 GMT -5 by Jaedan Fray
“Man is by nature a social animal; an individual who is unsocial naturally and not accidentally is either beneath our notice or more than human. Society is something that precedes the individual. Anyone who either cannot lead the common life or is so self-sufficient as not to need to, and therefore does not partake of society, is either a beast or a god. ”
Post by Mirien Valdier on Jan 1, 2018 0:08:42 GMT -5
Mirien offered a smug half smile to see Kaz had joined her. At least that was one that still stood. Perhaps she was still standing too because her chosen nomadic way of life had kept her always moving and out of sight of the Empire. One could hope. But that quiet way of life was being threatened and she could not have that. “Good to see you, Kaz.” Her name she still had yet to give him. Names held power, and hers she wasn’t ready to openly give. Without a pause in her step, she crossed to him, reaching out to lightly scratch the familiar tuk'ata behind the ears just as she had done in their past meetings.
With a certain grace, she reached up and lifted the hood from her hair and let it fall to drape across her back. Her shoulders rose and fell with a sigh as the newcomer entered the temple. “No, you are fine.” She said as a hint of iciness crept into her voice. It wasn't him she was irritated with, it was the situation that Mirien found herself forced into, “Unfortunately, I believe it is only us three. Which speaks volumes about what is left of the Sith Order.”
She shook her head and walked to a fallen pillar that sat halfway between Kaz and Jaedan. “The reason I called this meeting was to assess our numbers, our future.” She gave a shrug as she settled in crossing her legs at the ankles and leaning back on her hands while she glanced at the two others.
“Normally, I care not for the Order or anything to do with it. I had preferred a quiet life, so long as I was left alone to do as I pleased I did not involve myself in affairs of the Sith Order. However, things are changing in the galaxy and action is now required."
"For a long while, the Empire’s eye was not on the Sith as they viewed the Jedi as a larger threat. All of that changed with Ruusan. And this is a problem. For I feel my way of life being threatened. And given that just three of us stand here today, things are far worse than I feared. If we are to survive, I believe we need to plan for the future. Together. For if we do not I fear that we are heading to mutually assured destruction.”
"Oh, it seems it is snack time," Kaz said absently. Dropping his hands he released his control of the vermin. Many tried to scurry away instantly, but the tuk'ata was joined by two more alchemically created beasts, a former vornskr and a raptoran. The squeals of terror of the critters were quickly cut off as the larger beats feasted.
"I have no need for those who have forgotten the old ways," Kaz said as he approached the other two. "They treat the Force as a means to an end, but it is the Force that gives us our freedom. Rather than breaking their shackles, these Sith create new ones."
The man looked down slightly to the other newcomer. He did not recognize this one, but that only meant he had not grown bored of him yet. Perhaps this one would prove more interesting than the sith had been at their last gathering. Reaching out Kaz attempted to run a finger under the man's hidden chin. "Are you one of those sith? Do you seek power only for the sake of power, unable to see its purpose?"
Post by Jaedan Fray on Jan 1, 2018 14:30:58 GMT -5
He watched as the critters were devoured by the creatures as if nothing was actually happening before his eyes. As soon as the man begun speaking again, he turned to look at him and pondered silently until the man addressed him specifically and even ran a finger under his chin. Was this supposed to be mockery? A challenge? A way to provoke him? As the thoughts crossed his mind, he did not move nor had any change of expression, whichever it was, it did not matter.
"Power for the sake of power is an absurdity." He begun calmly "If one is unable to see past their desires and enforce their own will upon themselves, they are no more than a slave to them. If the only thing one can bring with power is more power, they are powerless."
Or so it seemed through his eyes. There was a fine line between what nature tried to make you do and what you wanted to do, what this man described were likely obsessions that evolved in time due to the reassurance power can give. But...
"Power is a tool to fulfill your goal, if a sith embraces it as their master, they are no sith."
“Man is by nature a social animal; an individual who is unsocial naturally and not accidentally is either beneath our notice or more than human. Society is something that precedes the individual. Anyone who either cannot lead the common life or is so self-sufficient as not to need to, and therefore does not partake of society, is either a beast or a god. ”
"Perhaps you are not a complete waste of my time," he said with a deep chuckle as a toothy, fang-filled smile spread across Kaz's face.
"What worth is there in saving this Order?" he continued returning his attention to Mirien. "They are flawed and have not felt the Touch of the old ways like you and I. How many among the Sith could even understand how the tuk'ata were created, let alone know that it was the Sith that made them in the first place. They have forgotten their past and lost their future. Sometimes you must amputate a specimen to save it from a disease."
Moving around in a circle, he waved a handoff to the side of his head absentmindedly. "Though this current Empire would have the Galaxy be ordered. Sterile. Boring. I have little interest in such a dull outcome."
Post by Mirien Valdier on Jan 3, 2018 19:39:34 GMT -5
Mirien watched with a bit of disinterest as the critters were eaten by Kaz’s beasts. Her eyes were drawn back to Kaz, as she lifted a single brow. “Those that forget the past, are doomed to repeat the mistakes of those that came before.” She commented casually.
Power for the sake of power, that couldn’t be further from who she was. At this point, what she was doing was simply for self-preservation, keeping her way of life intact without ending up the prisoner, a slave to the Empire and it’s Inquisition. “You are correct, power, a tool. But one that we cannot allow to control us, drive us. You, I like.” She said of the newcomer, seeming more interested in the conversation now.
With a shake of her head, she sighed heavily, “This version of the Sith Order is not worth saving. There is nothing left of it but ashes spread to the winds. Gone. Dead. Over.” She said firmly.
“We three stand here as the few that are left, the few that hold enough respect for it to come here at great risk to ourselves. It is time to begin again, to rebuild the Order as it truly was meant to be. I believe it is time to return to the ways of the old. To go back to a time where Sith did not simply murder for the sake of murder, seek power only for the sake of power. To go back to a time where we held purpose, seeking the ways of the universe through its darkness, solving the mysteries of the darkest of places.”
She glanced at both men, “However, the Empire’s meddling will get in the way of this. And I have no interest in becoming a slave to their rumored Inquisition, as I assume neither of you desires that either. With our numbers so slim, we will have to seek others out to protect the embers of what we choose to build. And with Ruusan and it’s temples now under Imperial control, a new base of operations will have to be found. Somewhere, where we can guarantee there will be no interference for some time.”
Post by Jaedan Fray on Jan 5, 2018 17:06:29 GMT -5
On this day Jaedan found out several things, among those, he found out he is not a complete waste of Kaz's time and that Mirien liked him, that being his way of thinking. For what is worth he did not change his expression to show contempt at any time, he silently listened to what both had to say, carefully thinking about the situation. Truth be told he already had his own ideas but the real trick was to have the others see him as smart enough to be useful but not smart enough to be a threat. Maintaining this balance was to be the key to not making too many enemies among the sith.
Mirien speaks of a new order, a reborn order. He realizes that the worst he can do is to ask who would be the leader, which he does not. Pointless arguments or fights are not needed. Blinking once, he looks at them and speaks "It can be done. Empires have fallen before and history teaches us how."
"We are few now and our armies are nothing compared to those of the Empire. Before we get soldiers though... we need time. Perhaps we should extend our guiding hand over the Resistance who has already been pretty loud. With the proper push, they may become stronger and thus more inclined to try bolder plans. You said it yourself that Ruusan was not our best moment. Let the Empire believe we are weakened beyond hope and focus their attention on the rebels."
Hoping he hasn't said more than he should have, he makes a small pause seeming to think "We may also keep our newborn order secret from the others and not try to dominate them with force just yet if you were planing to. Let the old order crumble under its weight, meanwhile we could use it as a beacon to attract any other sith out there and see if they are worth joining us." he said shrugging afterwards and with the same blank face as before "This is, of course, just an idea."
Last Edit: Jan 5, 2018 17:42:25 GMT -5 by Jaedan Fray
“Man is by nature a social animal; an individual who is unsocial naturally and not accidentally is either beneath our notice or more than human. Society is something that precedes the individual. Anyone who either cannot lead the common life or is so self-sufficient as not to need to, and therefore does not partake of society, is either a beast or a god. ”
Post by Mirien Valdier on Jan 8, 2018 1:43:24 GMT -5
Mirien inclined her head to the newcomer, the slightest of bows out of respect. “I find myself in agreeance.” She said as she then looked momentarily to Kaz. “We do need time, yes. Time, and something between us and the Empire while we regroup and rebuild. As bad as Ruusan was, it was, however, useful in its own way. If anything it has weeded out the weakest, and those that ran, the cowards have scurried into womp rat holes across the galaxy, unlikely to ever be heard from again. Shameful.”
“You make a good point with the Rebels. If we can get them to work with us, we can use them for exactly what you propose. If it gets the Empire’s eyes off us for a while, then we can do what is needed without notice. We can create new bases of power, gain proper forces, and strike when least expected. Or even use the Resistance to do the dirty work for us. So long as we can keep them blind to our true plans and purposes, they could be an army for us, keeping us from harm, and notice all the same.” To use the Rebels as a simple tool, a weapon, now that played right into Mirien’s wheelhouse. For everything had a use if you knew how to look at it, manipulate it.
“I am inclined to think as you are, this must be kept secret. As for the other Sith our there they are not worthy, though that isn't to say that a few couldn't prove their worth along the way. For the most part, I say let them fall and be lost to time. They have earned that with their lack of respect, and abilities presented thus far.”
She sighed and grew quiet for a moment, taking her time to work through her thoughts slowly untangling them, “The only problem that I really see with this is who would lead. I do not wish to do so, not alone anyway. For one person alone can easily be brought down, by arrogance, foolishness, even ideas. Even a fall out of bed can end a life. And then a power vacuum would be left behind, jeopardizing the Order once more. And we don't have time for such petty squabbles.”
The brunette shifted, on the broken pillar on which she had been seated, and shuffled to cross her feet beneath her. “I am fond of older days when the Sith triumvirate once ruled the Order. An alliance that while loose, did nearly destroy the entire Jedi Order. I believe with what I know of Kaz, and what I have heard from you, perhaps such an alliance can be reborn and serve it’s purpose once more, uniting the Sith under one banner..."
"Between the three of us, ideas are bound to be plentiful, resources could be pooled and with that in mind, together we do become more powerful, harder to kill as individuals, and make this newborn order much more difficult to destroy. We all bring something unique and very different to this table, and I am certainly not one to turn an ounce of that away. I rather see us put together our skills, and forge ahead. Right now, my friend, you are definitely correct. We need time, and the Resistance does offer us time, and a distraction while we begin our work.”
Post by Kaz Valnor on Jan 10, 2018 23:31:56 GMT -5
"Me, lead the sith?" Kaz asked with an amused grin. "My dear, you truly do say the most interesting things."
A chuckle escaped Kaz, which grew into laughter as he held his stomach, and then grew further into near hysteria as deep laughs escaped his back arched backward. It took a while before the laughter subsided. "How utterly amusing. Very well, it should at least abate my boredom for a while. My first act will be to recreate the alchemy practices of old. An army made of humans will always fail. One made of sithspawn though, now that is an army even the Empire would come to fear."
Then the elder sith looked over at the boy. "Your idea of using the Rebels sounds amusing as well. Consider you are playing with fire, as the Jedi among them would see us destroyed. We are, after all, a perversion of their perfect, sterile faith. Oh but the look on their faces when they find out! That alone would be worth it. If you can indeed use them to distract, I would consider you worth listening to further."
Post by Kruel Zing on Jan 13, 2018 14:11:07 GMT -5
It had been some time after Ruusan, some time for Kruel to go over the events of the attack in his mind. How he had watched the world of Ruusan crumble before the Imperial Fleet, how they responded with overwhelming force for a fledgling group of Sith. It had been not only enlightening to how much they feared the Sith, what they could become, what they could accomplish. It was also a horrific lesson in showing just how far the Empire and its ilk were willing to go to exterminate not only the Sith but any that stood in their way. Kruel had shown up at Ruusan to be massively outnumbered, his one ship against an entire fleet of Imperial ships. He had managed to destroy some but that was moreso due to his prowess in the force and underhanded tactics than skills as a Commander. Not even the ancient Sith had escaped the battle unscathed as his vessel the Fading Light was in need of repairs. Now here he stood on the surface of a world that was all too familiar to Kruel. It had been over a millennium since he’d last step foot on the world of Ziost. Back then it had been a frozen wasteland, ice as far as the eyes could see, the ancient temples would be coated in snow, ice hanging from the golden structures. Those days were long gone, now the planet was humid, the heat hanging in the air almost oppressive, or at least it would be to a human. Instead of ice moss and fungus climbed the temple Kruel stood before, what had once been golden was a rusted bronze. It almost hurt the Dashade’s heart to look upon what had become of the Sith legacy.
With a sigh Kruel entered, the malevolent energy of others radiated from inside. He had heard the calling, not due to being invited but due to having spied on the Sith for years, intercepting messages, such was necessary to stay aware of the events that had befallen his brethren even if he’d never shown himself. Standing at over seven feet tall Kruel was forced to duck his head as he walked down the stairs leading into the dark. There was a faint flicker in the distance, and the sound of voices. They sounded so young, ambitious, much like Kruel had when he had followed Ulic and Kun so long ago. The heavy footfalls of the Dashade would echo making his presence known as he skulked into the room where there were three individuals seated around a table. Along with them an assortment of beasts, how the Sith did love their toys. At least that much hadn’t changed in times past. “Is there perhaps room for one more… Experienced in this gathering of yours?” The black hood still hung low over Kruel’s face all that was visible were the glowing orbs that adorned his head. The ones that lacked pupils and had a shine to match a Sith’s saber.
Reaching up and tugging the hood fell free revealing the scarred and rejuvenated visage of Kruel, which even with the energy he had drained the darkside corruption was obvious. Kruel’s skin was a shade of gray near impossible to achieve naturally, all along his face veins were apparent almost seeming to glow, some portions of his skin even appearing as though it had been chiseled open. “Do not take that as an insult, I am but one of the old.” Looking around his eyes falling upon each of those gathered. “Could I perhaps be offered a seat at this table?” Kruel’s demeanor was not that of a typical Sith, his tone wasn’t harsh, it didn’t sound as though he was looking down upon them. Instead, it was the tone of an elder talking to a new generation. One that would almost seem passive.
Post by Jaedan Fray on Jan 16, 2018 15:59:29 GMT -5
Watching each of them as they spoke, Jaedan kept his stance and remained impassive, they both seemed to like the idea to an extent and Mirien even seems to have found an answer to the question "who leads?", a triumvirate. His first assumption was that these two would have fought each other for the title now or let one of them take it just to betray and take over later, but this was a very sensible idea to reduce the infighting.
"A triumvirate... I suppose that sounds promising, yes." Truth be told, a position of leadership did not interest him when he thought of the question, far too much struggle was requested because of the possible betrayals and squabbles, but this may not be the case now.
While his opinion of the two was gradually changing and a newfound curiosity has sparked inside his mind, another person seems to have made his way here. Jaedan turns around slowly glancing towards the dashade with the same expressionless face and empty eyes. He remembered Mirien saying all those who mattered were here, but then who was this? Unable to find an answer to this question at the moment, he looked towards Mirien and Kaz searching for either an answer to the question in his mind or to the one posed by the dashade.
“Man is by nature a social animal; an individual who is unsocial naturally and not accidentally is either beneath our notice or more than human. Society is something that precedes the individual. Anyone who either cannot lead the common life or is so self-sufficient as not to need to, and therefore does not partake of society, is either a beast or a god. ”
Post by Mirien Valdier on Jan 22, 2018 1:19:03 GMT -5
Mirien gave a slight shrug, "One does try for a little amusement from time to time."
The mad laughter she almost expected, though not quite to the degree in which he did so. "As I said before, my desire to lead, alone, is minimal, but I simply do not care for my life and livelihood being disturbed. So, one must do what is required to maintain such a life. And if that means leading, helping to lead and all of that, then that is what I must do. As for sithspawn for armies, it certainly would be a good start to rebuild our power and resources."
It was then that Mirien sensed a most powerful dark twisted sinister essence of a being approaching. It, itself felt ancient, old, wise, and oh so evil. A part of her for a moment was concerned on just who this being might be, whether it be a ghost of Ziost from long ago, the fibers of an old long dead sith lord seeking out the new, or yet another being that had heard the calling she had taken the care to send. The last did not worry her in the least. But the others, just a little.
The cold woman turned her attention to the door having heard the footfalls, dismissing thoughts of force spirits instantly. She merely lifted a single eyebrow as he entered the room and waited for him to speak his piece. She took the time to give him a once over, waiting for him to introduce himself to them. For him to have gotten this far to Mirien, spoke of at the very least his respect for the old, respect for the Sith and perhaps a desire to help aid and shape their future. That or he was here simply to destroy the three of them now seated in the flickering light of torches that illuminated the otherwise darkened space.
After a long moment of consideration, Mirien lifted an arm, and motioned to the empty seat across from her, "Please, join us, for there happens to be room for one more. Though, if I may ask for your name."
This new arrival was quite unexpected and certainly a surprise to her. This kind of ancient sith, the ones that walked through the galaxy during the times of Kun and the like. Kun, after all, was one of the Sith that she hunted still for traces of in the galaxy, seeking after his knowledge, what little she could gain of it that had been left behind in temples across so many systems. "As I find it no insult at all. For the old, I hold great respect for especially as our numbers dwindle, there is no greater place to find wisdom. So, there is always room for those that walked this path before us."
She paused a moment before speaking once more, "Though truth be told, I did not expect you or anyone else to show this evening. Too many were lost on Ruusan. Too many fled to the four corners of the galaxy. And many more care not for the future of this once great order. A now dying order. That said, we have come to the conclusion of forming a triumvirate of a sort to help birth a new order that looks to the ways of Old. And to buy us time, perhaps use the Resistance to be a shield for us, so long as we keep our true intentions and identities secret from them until its far too late. This at least is in short what we have discussed thus far."
Her attention remained focused solely on the newcomer, watching him closely. "We would love to hear anything you have to say, thoughts you may have and all of that. For that was part of this meeting's very intention. That said, I relinquish the floor to you."
Post by Nulgath Zardai on Jan 24, 2018 3:35:36 GMT -5
Within Nulgaths masked visage his brow lifted listening to the rather interesting conversation. How many meetings had Nulgath been to similar to this one? A rhetorical question in its core but still a question. This group was dangerous to toy with and it didnt take a genius to figure that out. Hidden within the shadows a voice spoke forth. " How abysmal. This finagle esoteric group could end with a bitter taste." A lightly masked armored figured stepped out into the light, his voice distorted by his helmet echo'ed lightly. " To deem all other sith as unworthy is a grave error, my rose." He added and paused turning his head to the Lady in the room. " Its paradoxical to be worried about inner conflicts within an echelon and then propose a secret to be held from the very foundation as a result of that fear. Fear that can be manipulated and tugged on by any. Just as easy as the fears of the rebels can be used for any personal gain. Just as easy as it could be to tug on the strings of the Imperial Political system as well. Why settle for machiavellian rats and zealous warriors of peace when you can manipulate the system as a whole? Rebels being used as proxy will only produce limited results. Exploit the Empire itself... but I digress. " The armored robed figure slowly placed his hands behind his back and stood shoulder width apart. His body language spoke volumes and his very pattern of speech held the same if not spoke more so about his personality. Tactical. Calculating and without a doubt dangerous.
" What is the goal? The purpose? Not just for this rendition of the Sith for this time but also personal purpose within the Sith as well. Both are equally important and share correlations that are tied to many aspects that pertain to...." He stopped his active train of thought and looked around. Examining the sith around him for a response.
Grey eyes darted to the new, dark presence that arrived. It was clear that this man was actually older than Kaz himself, which was interesting. Of course, there were a few long-lived species within the Galaxy, but Kaz had never heard of any within the ranks of the Sith. At least none that had survived beyond the infernal rule of two had been established. What a silly concept that had been!
"I do not believe we have met," Kaz said with a curious expression. "I have not encountered one of your species so deliciously enveloped in the darkside. Would you consider donating your body to further the study of alchemy?"
Talk of plans and a ruling council had already fled his mind as an interesting new subject he might experiment on appeared. Of course, alchemy was not just his passion it was the source of his continued living. Quite literally every cell in his body was driven toward alchemy.
Before the meeting could continue, a new scent came to him from his beats, and Ka turned to look at the masked figure who made his presence known after apparently hiding. "Use the Empire's politics against them? Yes, perhaps that might work. But the Empire hates our kind, says we should die for simply existing. Would require extreme caution and subversion, not to mention their Security Bureau constantly hunting for traitors and spies. Risky."
When the man asked what the purpose of the sith was, Kaz tilted his way sideways. It seemed odd to ask such a simple question. "Why, we exist to lead the Galaxy to freedom and a more perfect state. Just as these creatures have been."
The Sith Alchemist gestured to his three beasts, all of them altered into monstrosities via alchemy. There was no missing the darkside that dwelled within them.
Post by Jaedan Fray on Feb 12, 2018 16:07:40 GMT -5
The young man looked around the room as he heard a new voice belonging to none of the people around him. Jaedan stared at the new figure as he stepped out of the shadows, eyes inspecting him but not seeming surprised although his sudden appearance was certainly unexpected. One stranger's uncommon arrival might be understandable, but at the number of two, things already seemed a little fishy in his mind.
"Perhaps..." He begun seemingly ignoring his own suspicions "...If the values of the Empire seemed to be threatened by its own great leader... It could make certain important people see him less than favorably." At this point, the very idea of a triumvirate might be threatened, any of these newcomers might wish for a place or perhaps the place. It was the very thing he would struggle to avoid, he didn't need more political fighting among sith, nor the burden of being targeted. So he chose to make himself useful in an attempt to delay any kind of future quarrels that may involve him. "When its own people raise against the Empire even more will begin to question its might. The resistance will get involved without a doubt, trying to weaken their most hated enemy and gain an advantage. And as far as politics are concerned, there might be those who will see weakness in the emperor's inability to control this uprising and attempt to grab the power. If such a thing is possible, we could ensure quite the blow... But, we would first need to build a competent spy network if we are to take this path. Of course we could also try to take advantage of their way of governing itself... In an authoritarian society, there will always be less favored classes."
“Man is by nature a social animal; an individual who is unsocial naturally and not accidentally is either beneath our notice or more than human. Society is something that precedes the individual. Anyone who either cannot lead the common life or is so self-sufficient as not to need to, and therefore does not partake of society, is either a beast or a god. ”
The opportunity for a dramatic entrance had been lost. Not one but two new arrivals and hers would make three, should she choose to reveal herself. Her own presence had been masked by the Force since before Kaz Valnor had arrived with his beasts. She laid in wait, feeling things out. Valera was no great strategist but she would never go so willingly to a meeting between those who had such a historically strong habit of killing each other. At least not blindly.
It seemed as though they had settled but the new additions had their own ideas. And the conversation began anew. Power was indeed a valuable resource. It inspired fear. In both herself and nearly everyone else if they were truly honest with themselves. It was a useful tool and one that the Twi'lek had used to her advantage since her own humble beginnings.
Her own end goals had more to do with her own personal freedoms. Valera had been a slave too long, and shedding her title she sought to make a new life for herself. Perhaps it would be among those gathered, she did not know yet.
Of course Valera's motives were a both different and the same. Rerurning the Sith to a true position of power within the galaxy was indeed attractive. But like Miriam she had no desire to lead. Even the thought of interacting with such a toxic group of individuals left a sour taste in her mouth. Preservation was key, Ruusan had proven that much. She had considered hiding herself away as so many had done. But the message could not be entirely ignored, even if she chose not to actively participate in their little meeting.