Hand of the Lost Son

[Darth Maleficar]

Ayindri spoke, and Sin'ryk listened as she spoke in depth of her own observations in their dealings with this spirit; many were the ruminations she had to offer...yet he could easily sense apprehension and wariness in her voice. This made the Darth glad, for if she held no concern, than he would be gravely concerned. To delve into the matters of spirits without a shred of caution is to go into a den of Tuk'ata smeared in raw meat and blood; to invite one's death with utmost surety and deservingness. The Red Sith then added his own insights into the matters at hand.

"Perhaps his laughter was due to some knowledge of your lineage my dear; it seemed his laughter was beginning to manifest when you...spoke of your inverted fondness of the Kressh bloodline." Yet that was another topic for another time, perhaps sooner than his associate would like. "In the meantime we heed the word of your ancestor; to the next area my dear. I will recover all of the ingredients, you will go ahead to investigate the Dark Side where Sa'adash pointed out. If you face trouble, I will be there to aid you."

 

[Intratec]

"That makes me all too unhappy, I pray in the future my trafficking with spirits will be minimal." muttered the Pureblood before looking to Sin'ryk. When he'd asked her to go further and investigate the Dark Side emanations Sa'dash had revealed, her wariness heightened if only a little. The blind Darth would hear her taking a deep, cleansing breath before her foot falls led her away. Alone. Alone in a place little explored, filled with growing Dark Side energies, was a little thrilling. Caution however tempered her thrill, her mind steeling itself against what may lay further ahead. She'd resisted a Personafication of Naga Sadow in a place of dark power, this was however on a different level.

The further away from him she became from , the less his shielding presence Ayindri felt. This was barely constrained Dark Side power she felt. And her hold on her own inner negative emotions were drawn to it like a moth to the candle's flame. Stopping, the Pureblooded girl made to reinforce her cage on those emotions and to look defiantly around her, speaking the ancient Sith language which more or less translated to: "I will not become a part of this power, nor its pawn." her voice dripping with defiance while pushing forward.
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As Ayindri went forth to carry out her task, Sin'ryk went about retrieving the powders and liquids used in the first of the summoning rituals. Reaching out to them with the Force, the High Arcanist grasped them with his otherworldly power; the substances then lifted off the ground, proceeding to snake within the air, right back into the confines of their phials. Afterwards the corks had finally screwed themselves back in, keeping their contents safe once more; the power still flowed within them, meaning the next ritual will require considerably less exertions to draw upon.

As this was done, the Red Sith's sensitive ears began to pick something up in the distance; a slow, wet pattering that manifested outside. In due time, that slow sound then became louder and frequent, only to be followed by the distant roar of thunder. The dilapidated ceilings then proceeded to drip with the rainwater that now filled the stone, striking the ruined carpets that had once been glorious in an age gone by. Sniffing the air, Sin'ryk perceived a sickly sweet scent upon its draughts; a familiar electric tang began to sear within this place and his Force Sight perceived the world around within shifting and whirling shades of purples that lashed at whatever remained of the Light within this place. In that instant, the High Arcanist swiftly deduced what was happening and promptly began to run to Ayindri.

 

[Intratec]

"Yes, you know I'm here." she uttered in basic looking up as her barrier kept the rain free from her, pushing it away from her feet as she walked. Her speech switching back to Ancient Sith. "What I said stands, my blood brings forth the spirits. I am undeniable. And you sense me as surely as I feel the eddies of power fluctuating through here. I will not bend knee, as I did not to Sadow's Gatekeeper." looking too and fro, she hissed and bared her teeth.

"I've heard the whispers of the damned on Korriban. Just as I feel them here now." little sparks dripped from her fingertips. "Something here calls to my blood, you all know. And we will find out what."

Raising her voice she spoke clearly. "Teacher! The further I go in, the more the Dark Side stirs!"

 

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Just as Sin'ryk had finished placing the ingredients back into their containers, Ayindri's voice echoed within his mind; her words ultimately confirmed his own suspicions. That the Dark Side began to permeate the this place even more. He could see it, swallowing the last vestiges of the Light Side within the temple; truly, the artefact was aware of their presence, its power weakening the veil between this world and the next. Still a somewhat superstitious being, the High Arcanist perceived this thing to be a truly bad omen; drawing upon the Force, the Red Sith burst into a blur of movement. He knew Ayindri would need his help sooner or later.
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In due time, Sin'ryk found himself stood next to her; approaching swiftly before the younger Sith could identify his presence within her proximity, he spoke.

"My task is done my dear, now tell me; what do you make of this chamber."

Indeed, 'looking around', the Darth came to deduce that this place was an armoury of sorts; antique Jedi armour hung on the very walls, each suit was ornate even by the standards of the ancestors of their eternal adversaries. Finally, it seemed Sin'ryk had some proof of how even the ancient Jedi had a flair for flamboyance; ceremony was certainly not above them in those ancient days. Worn-out tapestries adorned the wall, showing events from long before the Red Sith of Yinchorr came to be, and were still one with the Sorcerers of Tund. They were still intact enough for Sin'ryk to make out the details. They depicted the life of Lucien Draay, the founder of the True Covenant; his childhood, the murders of the Covenant's Padawans, the betrayal of Haazen...all of these events had led to the man renouncing the old Covenant, choosing to forge a new one purified from the sins of the past. Were it not for this man's ultimate goal, the Red Sith could say he almost admired this being of Miraluka blood. However, his musings were brought to an end as the Force began to move; neither he nor Ayindri were manipulating it. He watched it infuse the ancient suits of armour with a malevolent will that he was all to familiar with witnessing. Drawing his Sith sword from his seeing stick, Sin'ryk yelled a command to Ayindri.

"Steel yourself, something wicked this way comes!"

 

[Intratec]

"I spoke to the power of this room, and told it, I would not become its pawn or slave of its power. In Ancient Sith. Amongst other things, I believe I've provoked it. And now, it wishes to see my resolve. . . possibly. Or, my death." the latter coming with a cough as the lightsaber attached to its left arm sheath flew from its resting place, and ignited into a blue-white haze of crackling energy and keening hum. But she took action first. Watching as power began to suffuse the ancient suits. Three off them were suddenly wrapped in individual Force Barriers.

"I can however say with out a doubt, something is calling to my blood here. This room and beyond. The sensation. . . is hard to describe. An electric tingle, my blood boiling in anger, calm, it is making me feel conflicted as if opposing forces are warring inside me."

Lightsaber in the opening position of her form, Makashi, she had practiced it daily, obsessively. To the point of near Mastery. But the most potent things within her arsenal were her Force Powers and what Sorcery she knew. "I was not aware a temple could have a fit of pique."

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"I was not aware a temple could have a fit of pique."

Those words made Sin'ryk chuckle somewhat, yet he knew very well that Jedi Temples favoured more...subtle means of defending themselves. The will that flowed into these suits of armour emanated with the power of the Dark Side, and that is what truly made the Darth wary; the Light would sway whilst the Dark would slay, that is the way it always has been. Soon enough, with a loud clattering the closest suit of armour began to move. Instinct kicking in, Sin'ryk reached out to the Dark Side; delving deep enough to make the Force sing. With a single word of power and a thrust of his hand, a beam of fulminating energies screamed from the centre of his palm. It lanced into the animated suit of armour, piercing the durasteel that formed its shell; with its vessel breached, the energies that had given the construct false life escaped from the gaping hole that the blast had formed. It fell to floor with a loud clang.

Soon enough, several more animated suits pressed forward from the racks that held them, with blades woven from the Dark Side manifesting in their sword-hands. The Red Sith's hand tightened around his Sith sword, the blade glowing with lambent; whilst it was sufficient enough to put an animunculus down, the energies had a chance to reform within a new vessel. Sin'ryk had experienced such things before, but they were often benign or limited in the faculties imbued within them. Yet they didn't have a collective malevolent will animating them; drawing upon the Dark Side again and hurling another Force Blast against another animated suit, the High Arcanist turned to Ayindri.

"Have you yourself any experience with animated constructs?"

 

[Intratec]

Of course she had experience with animated constructs. If they were droids, and not the Dark Side filling suits of ancient armor, one of which she flung with a telekinetic grab so hard into another she winced at the noise. "Droids, yes, Teacher. Dark Animated Suits of Armour, no." the smaller of the duo said as she watched them now. "But I assume they can be numerous, and deadly. If they have weapons, like droids."

Was all she could muster in that moment. A predatory growl emanated through her throat. Her speech now laden with venom and deadly promises yet to keep while speaking the ancient Sith language. "You seek to test? Tell your construct to stand down before I turn each of them into twisted piles of rubble!" carrying on with a threatening his and little sparks flitting about her fingers. She was by no means a user of Force Lightening, but a Force Shock was the briefest of exposures to raw Dark Side power.

"I have a clip for my Lanvarok, each coated with concentrated Fire Sap if you wish to blow them apart."

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Sin'ryk listened as Ayindri spoke her observation...and the venomous tone with which she spoke in their shared mother tongue. The High Arcanist knew that this would do her no avail; these constructs were merely the puppets, with their strings being held elsewhere at a greater distance. He could see slivers of Dark Side spark manifesting in her hands; and I thought my relationship with my own ancestor was tumultuous, his thoughts briefly went to his encounter with a distant, long-dead relative. Soon enough she delved into a more practical matter, it seems she had keenly taken his teachings to heart in this matter. As he replied, he gestured his Sith sword towards the more distant animunculi.

"Focus on the more distant ones...and save your words for when we actually confront the next spirit. If you compliment a puppet show, one only complements such things on their beauty; it is with their master that you convey your truer feelings towards."

After that was said, the Red Sith maintained his reach within the Dark Side. With a thrust of his hand, another bolt of Dark Side energies screamed forth, rupturing the shell that contained the essence of the animunculus. As one drew close, he flicked his Sith sword, carving the blazing edge into the armour. Its essence destroyed, an ethereal shriek, conveying much pain, had manifested. It seemed his blade of infernal power had injured whatever conscious had bound them into existence.

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[Intratec]

A low rumbling growled issued forth from her throat. She hadn't used the Dark Side to slam those two suits of armor into twisted heaps. But now her eyes were a luminous golden, the normal gold gone and replaced with the the fell energies of the Dark Side. Tapping a thin tendril of her reservoir of past negative experiences she raised both her hands. Lifting four of the rear-most suits; with a deafening slam and screech of metal turned them into a ball. Still filled with the Dark Side as they were, small parts twitched and twinged, yet she began a flowing movement of her still spread wide, turn from left to right. The ball, she was using it as a weapon to smash at the further armors on either side while Sin'ryk worked the front.

"Who would believe Vecna's little test of telekinetically lifting boulders would come in handy." uttering while another suit crumpled under the weight of four. ". . . Do not tell him I said this." the girl added before splaying her fingers flat and wide. The bound ball of armor soon came apart into pieces jagged pieces and she began again only this time not smashing one, but grinding down two apart at a time. "Granted. . . I telekinetically slammed him into a wall so hard, he left a Kushari shaped crater and I drew his blood making him laugh. That's how I became his apprentice." having never fully explained how she'd gained him for a master.

"What ever is controlling these, they had better hope I am in a pleasant mood. When we arrive."

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After releasing another blast of Dark Side energies upon another hapless suit of armour, Sin'ryk watched and felt the Force shift. Sensing it coming from Ayindri, the Red Sith saw the Darkness flow into her body; waves of rage and hatred flowed from her. He watched as her will ensnared nearby animunculi and began to squash them together into an improvised wrecking ball. Those that were fortunate to escape the Acolyte's grasp ultimately had no further luck; the wrecking ball proceeded to crush the escapees, ensuring that there were less for Sin'ryk to deal with. After finishing the last of her targets off, the younger Sith began to speak of how she had acquired her master, eliciting a chuckle from the High Arcanist. It was also clear that she intended murder towards the will that animated the armour; would the dead care for such a thing? The Red Sith thought.

Before he could speak though, a trio of animunculi surged forth; reaching out towards the Dark Side, Sin'ryk reached out to the essences that animated the suits of Jedi armour. With mental willing, he began to leech the energies that animated them; taking them into his own being. The draining nourished him just as the suits clattered to the floor in a messy heap. Turning towards Ayindri with an otherworldly glow in his eyes, he spoke.

"This one vows not to say a word about how you acquired your master; but I will say your circumstances are quite humorous indeed. However, I think we both know the murder in your heart means nothing to the long dead."

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[Intratec]

"No, not murder. A very small choice of coarse Ancient Sith curse words embellished upon them." the glow of her eyes remained intense, the flow of the Force constant. She had a rather deep well from which to draw forth her power, and with such refinements over her core abilities in the following years this had become child's play. Raising one arm, she swung the other backward in a 'come here' gesture, her metal grinding whirlwind stopping as it snaked past any remaining suits. With Sin'ryk's glowing 'eyes' upon her, and the durasteel fragment storm lazily floating before her. The Pureblood snapped her fingers, the storm of fragments becoming almost like well-coordinated autoblaster fire as it fired on the remaining suits.

Shredding them apart only added more ammunition and this quickly built into a flurry of sounds akin to high powered slug-throwers penetrating metal. Some were shotgun like blasts, others were swarmed by a stream of their 'comrades' now turned into makeshift bullets.

"Pardon for the noise, this seems more efficient than merely blasting and smashing them. Instead their ground up comrades become ammunition for their own destruction." saying over the pings and squelching of durasteel being penetrated and ripped apart.

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Having watched the destruction unfold before him, Sin'ryk could never fault a method of destroying an opponent; if it gets the task done, then he wasn't one to question the method. Any means to an end, that's what defined the Red Sith...especially if there were not an others. Still, he could not den that such a noise jarred against his sensitive hearing; wiggling his smallest finger in one of them, he gave his response.

"Our task must be done, by whatever means necessary; you had a means, that made it necessary."

After the fight had finished, the Darth than proceeded to sit upon a fallen piece of rubble. Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a water-skin of fruit juice and two spiced Tuk'ata joints; one of which he proffered to Ayindri. After taking a large sip of the drink, he then offered that to Ayindri.

"We must rest my dear, the weary mind is more prone to making mistakes...better to keep the sword sharp than to let it be dulled by over-usage.

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[Intratec]

Her mind eased, the rage snuffed out with an iron will. Her eyes had returned to their iridescent gold hue. While it had been certainly pained her own sensitive hearing, the fact they now strode across the broken remnants of would be enemies pleased her. But not so much more she'd worn slippers with thick soles. But her observations were interrupted abruptly by the spiced scent if meat. Then the slushing of a waterskin. Both pre-offerred and taken, she took a much needed sip of the fruity beverage before handing it back. Her teeth now slicing into the joint with a shark's efficiency.

Ever prepared, a handkerchief appeared in one hand to dab at her mouth. While she seated herself on a fallen block of stone beside him.

"Why would the Jidai simply leave this place unattended? Or has the razing of Courscant's Jidai Temple simply mean they lost the knowledge of this place and what it represen- or... no it was shrouded by the darkside all this time? And only now that we've breached its perimeter it has become active?" the ripping sound of her tearing into the flesh of the joint again audible, swallow, and dabbed again. "If it is here, it would provide us with a decided advantage should we unlock its secrets. Let alone demonstrate its use in a limited engagement."

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Sin'ryk listened to Ayindri's question; for it, he had an answer that he felt he was the closest.

"I think the Jidai have forgotten this place long before the razing of Coruscant. Look around, this place has almost been reclaimed by the planet itself...and those suits of armour showed heavy signs of rust. If they had remembered this place prior to Coruscant, they would have been in much better condition." The High Arcanist stroked his facial tendrils with intrigue. "No, I think the Jidai have forgotten this place as a result of Sidious' purge of their Order...the Dark Side would not be so strong here had your ancestral foes recently abandoned this place."

As for the younger Sith's enquiries into the Gauntlet's presence, Sin'ryk had an answer for that as well.

"Oh it is here, such a powerful artefact would not have accumulated such phenomena surrounding it; Ludo had poured much of his Passion and Hatred in order to ensure Elcho's survival. Whilst we rest, tell me more of your familial history...it may help us divine the spirits even more.

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[Intratec]

"My familial history?" asked the girl once finished with the Tuk'ata join she'd placed it laying on the ground. Hands wiped clean, the handkerchief disappeared into the rubble. Now soiled with juices and fats from the meat. It was hard to get such scents out of silk. But all the while she thought on that singular question. Wondering if it was right to tell him more. He was a friend, trusted, yes yet also a Darth. With a heavy sigh she nodded however hesitant she was, Ayindri had decided.

"What I will say is true, Teacher. And I hope you appreciate the gravity of my situation. I am a direct descendant of Lord Sadow, however, be it I know no more than there are others of great standing entwined within my DNA. This is why my blood is so rich with the Force, why I have such power. . . and perhaps personality traits. I had only found the records he had kept within the last few days of my being on Begeren before being sent to Korriban. I was his daughter as much as an amalgamation of those Lords. There are possibly others' who's blood is now mine. But it seemed to me, now at the very least. . ."

Looking down the corridor, the negative feelings roiled inside of their cage. Conflicted were her feelings on this subject. Was it all true or hopeful gibberish of a Master hoping for something more in his child?

"He desired to try and breed another Sith'ari through the infusions of other powerful long-dead Lords into one being. By taking samples of their DNA. Stripping away the human detritus, so not only that. But an actual Red Sith. Even going so far as to reinforce this by breeding with a Massassi female, hoping the child would take on a more hardy stock. I am not hardy, yet all of their ferocity, their gifted senses are mine." Looking down at her hands, she saw five digits, each topped with rock hard obsidian black nails. "And failed. Or succeeded, I do not care to know which. His reasons maybe selfish as are many for our species are. But do I think he cared for me as project or daughter? The former at first. I knew he desired a son. But. . . I grew on him. You do not give a child you sired out of such desires a Corusca gem sized enough to buy a small moon or backwater world unless there is love there."

She grew quiet then, eyes closed, chin against her chest. "Yet I am neither physically strong, nor robust in my constitution. All I have is my speed, agility, intelligence and power in the Force. Perhaps their blood shapes me as I shape myself. Yet do I desire to be what my father wanted, desired? Which side? The paternal figure, or the scientist. In this, I choose my own path."

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Sin'ryk raised his eyebrow stalks at Ayindri's words; yes, it was good that the Sith people remembered the past...yet it angered him so that they'd cling to an archaic, degenerative practice. Eugenics proved little good, and was dangerous for a people that was locked within its dying days; every drop of blood was more precious than gold, to waste it in his own eyes was very foolish. Sin'ryk was a pure Red Sith, by virtue of being an accident of fate...and even that had its own price. The High Arcanist's eyes, having briefly flashed red with anger, lacked their pupils; a lifelong reminder of what blood purity can lead to. Despite this, he could easily commend Ayindri's father for seeing the value of incorporating Massassi blood., even though it wasn't exactly for noble intentions. Once she had finished, the older Red Sith saw fit to speak then.

"Your abilities, your connection to the Force, your achievements; all of these you've accomplished on your own. Whilst it is advantageous to have them within the heart of the Old Empire, outside no one cares for the line of Sadow....save for a few Tsisophiles who live out there. My own blood is of Adas' rivals, yet only I and a few know of it, it wouldn't matter."

Sin'ryk then gestured Ayindri to draw closer, his own orbs locked onto hers and flexed the tridactyl fingers of his flesh to further convey his point. His tone was somewhat cold on the matter

"Look into my eyes young one, see for yourself where the quest for purity can lead you. As you've seen, my pupils are no more and my eyes are useless...the doctors had to refer to ancient Korriban mummies and their DNA to see what I have. My parents were cousins, and as pure as Red Sith as you can find these days; yes I am pure, but for that my blood is cursed...and I fear there more worse blood curses out there. An individual could be doomed the moment they emerge from the womb; your father should've known of such risks. Never let the fruits of his actions affect you, for you are the architect of your own fate."

Shaking his head at the thought, Sin'ryk decided to move on more immediate concerns; he had deviated too far off from the matter at hand for long enough. Easing backwards, the High Arcanist then rose to his feet.

"Enough of such things for now, we must press on. Before we do so, have you any further questions on who we intend to invoke next; given that we may not know who we face."
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[Intratec]

Shaking her head softly after hearing his question, what he said had given her some food for thought. She already chose her own path. She did not wish to rule. She wished to survive, it pulsed in every nerve, every beat of her heart as blood flowed through her veins. It was instinctual to her. Yet now that she had shared what little she knew, the Red Sith bit her bottom lip softly lest she draw blood. Pure blood ran through her veins, save for a few vestigial traces, her number of appendages on both hands and feet for example. Or they were left intentionally.

"Only that powerful Sith Lords, Dark Lords of the Sith mingle within my veins. Will the magicks we employ be strong enough to hold? Let alone compel such figures should they answer the call? To summon someone of Sith'ari Adas' power, or Lord Ragnos' I know those two were cunning, charismatic individuals. The last was of token power and cunning. Yet I know not where this will lead."

Her eye tendrils furrowed as she thought, "There is also the possibility of summoning my father. Something I would not relish or enjoy given the circumstances." hands folded upon her lap she had pressed her lips to lines as more thoughts clouded her mind. "However, rich with power and history my blood is, every epoch of an 'Empire' fails. Yet they continue calling themselves Sith, they took our magicks, our alchemy calling it their own, or that of a 'long dead' race. It disgusts me, they wish to be us and fail at every turn. But we pursue an artifact that could redeem them. Give them an edge."

Looking up at him, she continued, "My father used his position to better Begeren. To prepare it for the times to come, and it has flourished. The Sith are not dying upon that world. They're growing. Call it a crisis of conscience, but are we making the right decision of collecting this artifact for the Imperium and studying it so they might gain some advantage instead of our own people?"

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A scholar at heart, it intrigued Sin'ryk that Ayindri would have a diverse bloodline; setting aside his previous distaste for selective breeding, he continued to listen. It intrigued him at the possibility of invoking the younger Sith's father, but knew ultimately that it would hold much discomfort for her. Invoking more powerful spirits can be a blessing and a curse; either it is worthwhile, or leads one to the path of doom. Such a matter will be addressed soon enough, as the Darth began to move his lips to speak in response, Ayindri's words had taken a turn that once more made him raise his eyebrow stalks. Words against the Imperium never bothered him, but such talk about the relationship between the Order and the surviving members of the Sith Race made him wary...especially on matters on whether or not those who aren't of the blood can call themselves that. Clearly, there was anger in her voice at the events of the past, Sin'ryk could not fault her in that; but she only saw the galaxy through the eyes of Begeren, the High Arcanist had seen for himself the conditions of other Sith worlds.

"My dear..." he sighed, "the other Tsis are not as fortunate to have had your father...some haven't had any fortune since the end the Great Hyperspace War, even before that. Look upon my homeworld, the descendants of both twice-scorned heretics and refugees; our population grows lesser with every passing year due to war and inbreeding. Then look at Rhelg, Khar Delba, Ziost, Ch'hodos...still locked within an ideological war that had cost a heavy price throughout the millennia. When they are not fighting amongst themselves.

With the Imperium, and the Order, I see something that I have not seen for a while; hope. I see our people walking amongst it ranks, yet it will be worthiness that determines their fates; as it has always been. Isolationism will not serve us either, but it will damn us; time changes and so must we my dear, we cannot afford to stagnate."

A cunning yet mischievous smile then began to manifest on Sin'ryk's face; it would seem Ayindri had forgotten his position within the Order.

"And here before you, is one individual who aims to bring Korriban's children back from the twilight; even now, I converse with the Jen'ari and plan to enlighten our Empire to their Sith blood...yet we must avoid the flaws of Vitiate's Empire. Yes, the pale ones may have failed in their past attempts to establish Empires...but they have kept our ways alive. Personally, I find it flattering that they seek to emulate us so...and emulation makes for malleability. Anywho, I'm here to satiate my own love of knowledge...the benefit to others is merely the bonus. Now then, shall we continue?"

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"Providence has given humanoid's wisdom, the choice between two fates: either hope and agitation, or hopelessness and calm." said in turn as she continued. "There is a Skywalker on the throne, whom has no Sith blood. But a long history of hunting Sith. But I do not begrudge her for this, she has power to rule. Yet... appears prone to whimsy. The broadcast for example, there was little call for what had been done. A few would have been enough. But alas, that has come and gone. I merely hope that things hold together amongst the Imperium."

Standing she began making her way after Sin'ryk's longer stride. "A schism right now at this time is all the galaxy needs. The Rebellion grows bolder, the remaining Mandalorians brazen. All it will take is a fulcrum and the hand on it to set the course of the Imperium and dissidents."

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