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The Sithspawn had been busy, that much was certain. Most thought he was injured, and perhaps some thought he had succumbed to his wounds. It would be easy to make such a mistake, especially considering what had happened when they were trailing the Jedi. When Eber had fallen under the weight of the badger, 16 had decided it would be best for everyone if he pretended to be injured. A few deep looking nicks, some bruises, a tentacle that looked partially torn or broken and a seemingly-nasty head wound later and he had been taken back to the Sith compound, which he had learned was in a place called Skagrit.
Granted, he hadn't stayed there for long. He told nobody where he had gone and he hadn't left so much as a speck of dust out of place. So far, on this world, he had been a mere ghost. For all they knew, he could be a mere figment of their imagination, a crooked nightmare from the depths of their souls, preying on their most primitive fears. 16 was all that and more.
The last month had certainly been fun. The Sithspawn had set up his own network to rival Reichtum and Eber's. He ruled in a different yet similar way. His subjects couldn't shake him from the back of their minds as they went about their days. He was constantly invading, constantly ensuring they knew of his presence. In the first few days, one man decided to disobey an order, though he promptly disappeared and wasn't seen from again. From that point on, nobody sought to disobey him. They carried out his orders without even thinking disloyal thoughts. They gathered information and carried out missions, from sabotaging buildings and important places to contacting the Mob and ensuring that 16's will was done to oppose Reichtum and Eber. He worked with the Snamreg's natural ability to speak in loops and half-truths to make sure Reichtum and Eber were resisted or countered wherever possible.
The Sithspawn did it for one reason: himself. He didn't like Eber due to the disrespect he showed at their first meeting and the fact that he smelled funny. Reichtum was Eber's superior, and he was as responsible for the conduct of his subordinate as said subordinate. Plus, he wanted to show Weiss that they were inferior to him and that he deserved to be in charge and deserving of more power. By showing that Reichtum and Eber were worthless, pathetic failures and that the fake copies were useless, 16 would prove to his creator that he was the superior being among them. And so, with that in mind, 16 knew what he was going to do today. He'd learned that two high ranking men and one not-so-highly-ranked man, most likely Geist, Reichtum, and Eber, would be having a dinner. One he was going to crash. Considering they likely thought he was dead and that he had made sure not to give his location or doings away, they couldn't trace it back to him.
He kept his aura as concealed as possible until he got right in front of the doors to the room in which he'd heard that the three men were meeting. Right as he slammed the doors open, he allowed his creepy aura to permeate through the room, cutting off Reichtum completely. "I hope I'm not interrupting. It would be a shame if these guys took it easy while I was out undoing their failures. As far as a foothold goes, they've kept only their toes on it. I've only spent the last month fixing their mistakes. Oh, and one of your fakes was killed in the crash. I hope you didn't make, err, bring more. If you did, I'll show them the ropes." His last point was so obvious and the anger so pointed that if looks could kill through the Force, Geist would likely have died.
Granted, he hadn't stayed there for long. He told nobody where he had gone and he hadn't left so much as a speck of dust out of place. So far, on this world, he had been a mere ghost. For all they knew, he could be a mere figment of their imagination, a crooked nightmare from the depths of their souls, preying on their most primitive fears. 16 was all that and more.
The last month had certainly been fun. The Sithspawn had set up his own network to rival Reichtum and Eber's. He ruled in a different yet similar way. His subjects couldn't shake him from the back of their minds as they went about their days. He was constantly invading, constantly ensuring they knew of his presence. In the first few days, one man decided to disobey an order, though he promptly disappeared and wasn't seen from again. From that point on, nobody sought to disobey him. They carried out his orders without even thinking disloyal thoughts. They gathered information and carried out missions, from sabotaging buildings and important places to contacting the Mob and ensuring that 16's will was done to oppose Reichtum and Eber. He worked with the Snamreg's natural ability to speak in loops and half-truths to make sure Reichtum and Eber were resisted or countered wherever possible.
The Sithspawn did it for one reason: himself. He didn't like Eber due to the disrespect he showed at their first meeting and the fact that he smelled funny. Reichtum was Eber's superior, and he was as responsible for the conduct of his subordinate as said subordinate. Plus, he wanted to show Weiss that they were inferior to him and that he deserved to be in charge and deserving of more power. By showing that Reichtum and Eber were worthless, pathetic failures and that the fake copies were useless, 16 would prove to his creator that he was the superior being among them. And so, with that in mind, 16 knew what he was going to do today. He'd learned that two high ranking men and one not-so-highly-ranked man, most likely Geist, Reichtum, and Eber, would be having a dinner. One he was going to crash. Considering they likely thought he was dead and that he had made sure not to give his location or doings away, they couldn't trace it back to him.
He kept his aura as concealed as possible until he got right in front of the doors to the room in which he'd heard that the three men were meeting. Right as he slammed the doors open, he allowed his creepy aura to permeate through the room, cutting off Reichtum completely. "I hope I'm not interrupting. It would be a shame if these guys took it easy while I was out undoing their failures. As far as a foothold goes, they've kept only their toes on it. I've only spent the last month fixing their mistakes. Oh, and one of your fakes was killed in the crash. I hope you didn't make, err, bring more. If you did, I'll show them the ropes." His last point was so obvious and the anger so pointed that if looks could kill through the Force, Geist would likely have died.
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