The Moff Council: E1

[Taz]

"Hmmm I find it interesting that our real leader was captured by the enemy along with her right hand and now suddenly a child is made Darth and Grand Moff, topped only by a seven foot tall bag of poodoo making a power grab for the thrown and assuming control withing challenging it's rightful own like a true Sith. Tell me now why should I follow the two of you into the pisser down the street yet alone into battle.

Eir had the blessing of Venator and lead by example, taking her men into battle. Most likely captured by the failure of those men then by her own failing skill. The two of you sit back and stoke egos and pat each others swinging cods and expect the rest of us to simply follow and obey. Well I say to you both, if you want my saber in battle, you best earn it or come and take it"

The Sith assassin would than stand and ignite his blade of crimson red. Pointing it at Moff Aethoria. "As for you little sheep , you are no better than the rest of us. If you do not question power than you should be the first to be culled from the herd. She has at least earned the giant's respect, you are merely kissing a boot"

 

[Jason Vaiken]

"Tell me now why should I follow the two of you into the pisser down the street yet alone into battle.

She couldn't help but let out a little smirk. "Moff Condorro, my dear, don't you mean let? After all, we don't have to let you do anything. The Warlord of the Brotherhood is the acting SL, which means he has the authority to do whatever he decrees and it is our job to do what he demands. If you don't you are committing treason. It's that simple. So why don't you sit down and we can pretend this never happened?"

Her tone is laden with condescension due to the outright arrogance of this pathetic man posturing about his own greatness. As far as she is concerned the Warlord is the acting SL and his word is law. There will be no compromising. She slips her shoto down her sleeve and directs her shoto at the still choking Moff and the other at Condorro. If he doesn't back down it still won't help the asphyxiating Moff because she can most certainly plunge her shoto into the Moff's back.

 

[Logan]

Clearly there were a few people in this room that didn’t quite understand the gravity of their dissent. Even under normal circumstances, despite any other title any one of these Moffs may have held otherwise, the Warlord was their commanding officer and fully capable of removing them from the council – or worse, removing them from the galaxy entirely. The first to question his announcement was the Pureblood Ayindri, something that Kyuss found mildly surprising at first but the more he rolled over her words in his head the more he realized he shouldn’t have been surprised at all. The woman was loyal to the Brotherhood with every fiber of her being and Kyuss knew that. He also knew that she was young, ambitious and didn’t know when not to speak out of turn. She may have held the title of Moff but in this room, and around these people – especially Kyuss himself – she was but a caterpillar waiting to blossom into a deadly butterfly. Just as he was about to speak and silence her, the newly appointed Darth Kira Elan did it for him. Not quite in the way he would have chosen, but Kyuss wouldn’t fault the woman for displaying power here – especially not after her vehement endorsement. He would not call Kira off or tell her to switch tactics. Not his worry if Ayindri could breathe. Not his problem if she happened to die.

All of which brought Kyuss’ attention to Vash Condorro. The man spoke with the tact and wit of someone who’d been dropped on his head as a child, like someone who couldn’t possibly understand the danger into which he had just willingly thrust himself into. Kyuss was surrounded by a majority of people who supported him. He was armed to the teeth as he always was and was the kriffing Warlord of the SBZ. Vash Condorro was an insect speaking with a lion’s voice and Kyuss would not have that. He would much prefer no blood be spilled in the Council chamber; he thought it would be unnecessary. Clearly a few pawns had moved far enough up the board that they thought they could switch to Queens – oh how woefully wrong they were. Fools.

“You are a fool, Condorro. Do you think your blade so special, so keen as to make it worth more than a simple grunt on the front lines? I have no reason to convince you of anything. My word is law here, do you not understand? Your opinion, your life, your blade – they mean nothing to me. You are expendable. Replaceable. Insignificant.” Kyuss paused again, glancing over at Kira. “Release the Pureblood.”

Turning his attention back to Vash, Kyuss couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you think I don’t know of your relationship to the Supreme Leader? You speak not with intelligence or forethought, but with judgement clouded by ridiculous emotion. What makes you think the Republic hasn’t already killed her? Would that sadden you? Would you wallow in despair at the loss of your estranged lover? You are weak. Pathetic. I do not need your presence here any longer.”

Lifting a hand to as if to cut off any retort from Vash, Kyuss laughed again. “You have heard my announcement and I do not need your approval here, Condorro. This will be your chance to leave this Chamber alive, and it will be your only chance. Should you squander it, I will place your head as an ornament on my personal shuttle as an example to others who would make the stupid choice of defying me.” Kyuss paused again, eyes narrowing at the man. “Or you could sit down, shut up and know your place. We have more important things to discuss here then you waving around your lightsaber like a child throwing a tantrum because mummy wouldn’t give you ice-cream for supper.”

Kyuss would let Vash make his own decisions, or let the other Moffs make it for him. Should it be required, he would tear the man’s arms off and beat him to death with them. Not outside the realm of possibility, although he would prefer not to get the man’s blood over his armor – if he could help it.

 

[Kaane]

Oh my. It seemed like things had gone sour right quick.

He could only see instability as a result of the Warlord's grab for power. Just the perfect amount, at least among the Sith. Being lead by a lesser would be a fantastic slap in the face to them that Jynthos didn't even have to give. Glorious.

Already, it had spawned unrest among the more brazen of the Moffs in attendance. And interestingly enough, he knew very well the voice of the Moff seeming to lead the opposition to Thaun's rise. Ayindri, it was. My, had it been a while since that bank got blown up on Garel. It played a direct role in both of their rises to their current ranks as he had recalled; it was an investment of time well worth the massive returns, indeed.

And now she, and a significantly more crass, ego-driven hotshot in the council were opposing his rise. If things would go as Nathin foresaw them, it would only become more raucous behind closed doors. There was legitimate concern, fear, and anger behind their objections, concern that could rise into rebellion if the flames were fanned just right. But here and now was not quite the time for it. Not quite, not yet.

He gripped his chair somewhat as he felt the tendrils of the Dark Side squeeze around Ayindri's throat. Though they hadn't spoken in a while, he still considered her a worthy acquaintaince and potential ally in the times to come. One hand rested upon the antiquated cavalry saber holstered at his belt, quite ready to launch an attack on the "Grand" Moff if at all necessary. But he would wait. He knew this act was less an act of malice and more of coercion. And Nathin didn't need to look like a blaster on a hair trigger on his first meeting with his fellow Moffs.

Thankfully, Kyuss stepped in, both on Ayindri's behalf and to thrash Vash for his stupidity. He probably couldn't have said it any better himself, if he were in Kyuss' stuation. Still, it was necessary to defuse this little time bomb of a situation and move forward. The pale Hapan raised his hand slightly as he drank from the water now at his side, drawing attention to the words colored with the slight intonations of hope and positivity he wished to convey while he spoke.

"From, my perspective...I believe we should do very well to have a representative of the Sacred Band lead us. I have met Sigrun. I know the unity she strives for. And I cannot imagine a greater continuity of her dream than the institution of a Sacred Band alumni as Supreme Leader. Being a Sith in my own right, I find it imperative that we rebuild the initial camaraderie that bound us from scratch."

"With that being said, Warlord Thaun, the proud workers and soldiers of Lucazec stand behind you." Nathin then leaned closer to the table, a slight emphasis as he sought to bring the meeting towards an actual discussion of strategy for once, instead of petty arguments over necessary exchanges of power in extenuating circumstances. "But I must offer a word of caution. Your desire and confidence speaks volumes of your capability. But reckless advance and failure to properly assess our logistics has caused the loss of Serrenno. I beseech you, allow our forces to regroup before we continue our assault. We can win a defensive war against the complacent Republic, and for the moment the Jedi are an insignificant nuisance. However, forcing either of their hands now will end us. Which I'm sure is something that everyone can agree on."

His face was serious, mouth cast in an immovable straight line, even as he opened it to speak. "Concerning said war, it is worthwhile noting that sector R6 lies along the Perlemmian hyperspace line, which leads directly to Korriban, Moraband, and Ziost. If we lose control of the area, the war may very well be lost. I recommend immediate defensive fortification before any other action is taken to advance upon the Republic; personally, I have already directed Lucazec's military and industrial sectors to mobilize a border defense, but far more is required to defend our cause. Lest the Serenno incident repeats itself with more...fatal consequences," he concluded with a slight tang of contempt poisoning his gossamer words. Though he was normally excellent at hiding his emotion, his eyes couldn't help but flash daggers at Geir momentarily. He knew very little of what had happened at Serenno, but considering Moff Ambros was in charge of the planet, his initial analysis was that he had failed in his duties gravely. Still, he would hold his tongue; proving his own worth and claiming the title of Darth was far more important to him than belittling his fellows, even if they deeply deserved it.

 

[Intratec]

The sudden sensation of her throat was expected. Perhaps not by the Grand Moff, but Kyuss himself. If there was one thing she had gleaned from the Codru-ji, challenges were met with force. However, maiming or outright death by hand or saber was more his style having seen it first hand. Her hands did not scrabble at her throat, nor did her eyes bulge. When you grew accustomed to the daily threats and unstable, aging Sorcerer presented one learned to accustom themselves to more mundane uses of the Force. The breath she had inhaled scant moments before quickly became a reserve. She let the trace amounts of air in her lungs would sustain her. The Force spoke, and she listened. A technique often seen for its battle utility, the ability to extend one's breath was seen primarily as something the Jedi employed. Even so, the sensation of one's windpipe slowly being crushed presented its own share of discomforts.

It, however, was still known among their dark brethren. The only outward show of effort was the placement of her hands. Resting in her lap, they'd been clasped together. Choking someone with the Force, in the Pureblood's eyes presented several fronts. A scare tactic to cow the surprised. A very real threat to kill an individual. And an easily counter-able method of torture if one was versed in the ways of the Force. Those predatory birds' eyes fluttered to slits. Focusing. Probing. Pinpointing. The application of power in this regard was something delicate. Surgical. It required finesse. The pinching of her windpipe had continued unabated at its own pace. But now? Now the contest began. A bubble of force. A small, infinitesimal thing quivered between cartilaginous airway. Suspending the progression. The pressure, however, had doubled. The substance that made up the airway was, in medical terms resilient, elastic and rubbery substance. While the windpipe could be crushed with the proper application of power. Be it hand, blunt object, or in this case, the Force. Holding it open was an altogether different matter. Still, it was but a quick fix. And if the posturing Darth would back down, her throat would be well on its way to being hellishly sore.

Time had seemed to have been suspended in those moments. Yet the exhalation of her breath was in and of itself was freedom. Having ignored Vash's challenge, Kyuss' challenge and even her would-be executioner for the precious moments it took for her to simply breathe once more. The somewhat sharp inhalation accompanied a carmine hand resting on the table. The soft clatter of nails gently thrumming the surface followed another breath. Ayindri had eyes but for Kyuss. He'd ordered her release.

"Lack of faith?" echoing the statement in the form of a question, with a voice that had become thin but serviceable. "I do not believe I mentioned such." this contest of wills between her and the Grand Moff was consuming more, and yet more of her attentions to maintain the capacity to sup on a few breaths and speak. "I have wanted what is best for the Brotherhood. That is why I made such a statement." Oh, how she envied these humanoids and their eyebrows. Much could be said with the lifting of such or the furrowing. "As long as he, Has this at heart. There is no issue. . . I have fought with the Warlord before. And will do so again so long as this is known."

Her nails playing across the surface then curled, peeling away small wisps of material as she clawed them back, there would be no buffing out the shallow furrows left behind. "However, my point stands. Sigrún needs to be found. Before information we do not wish the enemy to have is pried from her." Speaking further had become too difficult. All the while she kept up a silent mantra. Release me, Release me, Release me, now!

 

[Darasuum]

They were all at one another's throats quite literally. There were few that stayed calm and even fewer that held their tongues. The two diminant powers as far as the Moff of Ossus was concern were the warlord and acting supreme leader as well as the grand moff. They seemed to be on the same page and it appeared from her understanding they were in the right for commanding their positional authority.

The two leaders were no necessarily considerate of the overall outlook of the war but that was the purpose of the moff council. Delegation and hierarchy allowed organization of duties so it did not overwhelm a single individual. Still it seemed too soon to broach the broader subject of tactical action against their common enemies.

The pale skinned hapan caught Fyonna's eyes which she listened to adamantly. Though he appeared young he seemed to have a decent head on his shoulders. Nathin Jynthos or more commonly known as the Radiant Dawn was his name. Perhaps his words would steer the conversation, if one could call the overt internal aggression that, into a more objective and practical direction. As an inquisitor for the brotherhood she would have been happy to end the lives of any traitors, deserters or malcontents amongst the brotherhood but things still seemed muddled. Fyonna sat patiently watching and listening, taking another sip of her water.

 

[Darasuum]

It was dragging on and was no surprise to the arkanian-offshoot that things had turned violent in a heart beat. He was armed but didn't even think of using his own weapons in this place. A man of confidence he knew his place and his own capabilities. Geir was not threatened by anyone in this room because he posed no threat to them. He was smart, capable and full of desire but those desires had nothing to do with removing any of the moffs to attain them. Nisara, the first supreme leader he had worked under knew this, he had told her himself face to face he had no ambition of usurping the throne because he had already attained what he wanted in the past and experienced the height of prosperity.

Still, Geir knew after the loss of Serenno others would blame him. He was, or had been the moff of that planet and it had been his responsibility to make it defend it. Yet nobody outright accused him of failure. He wasn't sure whether he should be annoyed or disappointed by the inaction. Either way he knew he had done what he could with the perimeters given to him. If challenged of his capabilities as an individual or moff the arkanian-offshoot would respond with appropriate action.

He chuckled when Vash spoke up foolishly and was roasted by the kyuss. With mild interest Geir wondered how many bodies would be lying on the floor before the day was done. He already had plans for both defensive and offensive natures both assisting the brotherhood as a whole as well as his own unit.

 

[Taz]

The Dathomiry stood his ground for the moment, though it was admittedly as thin as vapor at this point. In his heart and mind he believed his skill and power just as capable as any other Sith in the room save for Kyuss. The he'd never met the Warlord prior to this evening, few in the Brotherhood did not know of his fury on the battlefield. What he may or may not have in power over the force the beast more then made up for in skill with a blade and sheer brutality. The assassin would allow the rest of have their say, and pick their sides before he bothered to open his mouth again.

The Sith now chose his words more carefully as he spoke. "It is a fool that follows blindly my lord. As for my worth and my blade ability, I know full well I am, as are the rest of these men and women, better than just another grunt. Else why give us the rank of Moff and have us govern planets in the name of our Brotherhood. While I am fully aware you're word is law. You also gave law to allow us as Moffs to question your actions and your failing tactics. Taking my head as your prize will not change the fact that under you're guidance as Warlord we have lost an invasion of a planet and now at least one in our own galactic boarder."

The assassin than extinguished his saber blade and lowered his arm as he faced the acting Supreme Leader, face to chest before looking up to to the monolith of dark side force. "There is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. My relationship with Sigrun is no secrete My Lord. But perhaps you are right. Perhaps I do have some loyalty to her, indeed more then I have for you. But you and I both know the Republic will not kill her outright, no quicker then we would kill the Chancellor or the Grand Master of the Jedi. " Vash knew full well that Kyuss could crush him like a bug but also that he could not show weakness. Baring the Warlord not taking his head at that ill advised pause, the Dathomirian would say one last thing. "As you said, I'm not needed here to continue your plans. Allow me to proceed in searching for our real leader while you continue to impose your will on our enemies ?"

 

[caecυѕ vι eтнoѕ]

"Oh, the Real Housewives of the Brotherhood in a live performance? Just for me? What an honour."

His voice glissaded from the shadow of the aperture. Silhouette deathly pale and teeth beaming in ivory, Caecus vi Ethos sauntered with clumsy poise into the council chambers. Dark bags cascaded off the fringes of his veiled gaze, streaming vaguely onto each gaunt cheek. Hair perplexed skyward, defiant by each strand, and clothes wrinkled by the sleeves, his weary demeanor seethed through every crevice of such an appearance.

Not like he gave a bantha's shite. It was just another silly council meeting with some more silly Moff's measuring their dicks in a contest for who had the best planet, whether it be by resources, population, or how many strip clubs each had. So, he had no reason to fret in his artless rigor. That was, until his blind ass bumped into the Warlord himself.

His hand brushed up onto the man's arm, originally puzzled as to whom he knocked into. Pinching one of the massive tendrils of muscle lined over the lauded and egregious Codru-Ji, he instantly realized the weight of the situation at hand— and the stark contrast of his own weight. Like, damn, the Warlord probably weighed at least three times greater than Caecus could ever be. What was the man eating? Chevin by the dozen?

Offering an awkward chuckle, he shaved off an imaginary bead of sweat over the side of his temple. "Pardon my late arrival. I've been busy binge-watching the.. I mean, toiling my days for the Brotherhood... ah... I'm going to sit down now."

With an anxious bow, he slithered back to an empty seat intricately placed in the far, dismal corner— precisely where he liked it.

 

[The Kyzer]

“Or you could sit down, shut up and know your place. We have more important things to discuss here then you waving around your lightsaber like a child throwing a tantrum because mummy wouldn’t give you ice-cream for supper.”

It was at these words that La Contessa Rafaella heard as she entered the Council chambers. So she simply moved to the side of the doorway rather than entering the room properly. The rest of the Council was rather focused on the conversation at hand, but detecting her presence wouldn't exactly be difficult if any cared to look. Her presence within the Force was as usual, thick and heavy as though her great age was some kind of weight on the Force itself, but her attire was one fit for battle. Basic durasteel plates with a long black and crimson tailored cape covered a black jumpsuit.

The noble woman listened with a blank expression to the words of her...peers? Yes, that was what they would view themselves as so that is what she'd refer to them as. The one who apparently had sexual relations with the current Not-Emperor caused a small twinge of an emotional response from her, but that was suppressed rather easily. For Rafaella, anger was a choice, not a reaction...or at least she tried to maintain that very ideal. The Miralukan at least brought a small smirk forth.

The new Warlord was a sight to see, though. He certainly looked imposing, and he was trying to preserve the Brotherhood's unity. The second part in and of itself was enough to garner her support.

"Failing tactics, governor? It is not the dear Warlord who now rots in a Republic jail cell, sir. You would do well to recognize who the failure here is, Moff Condorro, before you find yourself holding hands with her in the same cell."

Rafaella's tone was cold and clear. Her ancient lightsaber bounced a little as she walked around to her seat. She did not sit down yet, as she still had some more educating to do here.

"I would kindly ask you to sit back down and remember to whom you are speaking, sir," the tall woman continued, an edge of malevolence taking root in her voice, "The power of your governorship directly flows from the Warlord himself, or were you too busy polishing your lightsaber to notice? You're a fool if you think any of the Sacred Brotherhood would follow your lead over his."

"The law, that you so proudly profess to follow, is that you rule at the whim of the Brotherhood's leadership. Do you not realize that this man can revoke every little bit of 'authority' you possess and then declare you a traitor simply because you have fallen so completely to your own idiotic delusions to think yourself his equal? The law, as it stands, says that your actions and words, here and now, are that of a rebellious mutineer. It is only through the bonds of brotherhood that you still draw breath, boy."

 

[Prudence]

Anger which had merely been building before had reached a full boil and begun spilling over. The nerve of Condorro to stand against her, and Aethoria, and stand so rudely against the Warlord was beyond her. Absentmindedly she realized she still clutched the pureblood sith in her grasp as the Warlord cast his eyes toward sher, ordering the pureblood's release.

Kira relaxed her fingers, the telekinetic hold broken and the pureblood allowed to breathe once again.

"As you wish."

Her attention was briefly caught by the two new arrivals, they were late. Though at this stage, this was one of the least disrespectful things occurring within the chamber. She would merely lean back and allow Raf and the Warlord to deal with the rebellious Moff Condorro. Her eyes borrowed into his eyes, and had they been blades the man would've been dead. Sigrun isn't here now, Vash, you have no one to hide behind.

 

[Intratec]

Lifting her hand she brushed the durasteel shavings from her nails. Well. There goes the manicure. Damn them. But conscription of all able-bodied individuals? Her grimace was hidden behind the tea cup. No longer at the temperature, she preferred it still provided soothing relief. Intricate frameworks had been laid on her world. Before she'd taken over control of Desevro, the planet had been in a retroactive state of decay. Her rule while brief had reinvigorated the deteriorating economy and industrial complex. The resurgence had generated jobs. The mines were churning out vital materials. And swaths of the planet abandoned in the past were being retaken. It all presented a delicate balance. A world gaining strength where life-support had just sustained a slow but steady rate of decomposition.

Droids by the battalion would be needed. Just to offset the conscription demands. Tea forgotten now, the Moff steepled her fingers while fully aware of the person behind her chair. To be frank, the Sith did not care as figures and statistics churned. "Desevro's current industrial complex can theoretically support a higher output in processed materials. Durasteel, Duranium, Titanium. . . All vital for ship, armor and weapon production. With what you're demanding, Kyuss, I will require an offset in droids from elsewhere to take the place of laborers. You desire troops. Done. In their place, droids will take up the tasks of increasing ore extraction and processing."

A timetable had been set up for expansion. Prospecting of the moons in the Desev system would be accelerated. Gaseous samples taken from the gas giant, Arjus would need to be prioritized to see if it had suitable elements for starship fuel.

"Material being sent to Korriban to rebuild the Temple and Academy from my world can instead be diverted to Ord Radama to bolster reserves. The stores of Bacta I have been stockpiling will be distributed along with what limited caches of Phrik, and Cortosis I have managed to get my hands on."

Clasping her hands together on the table now, she twiddled her thumbs. "I, however, request the use of members of the Sacred Band's training cadre to accelerate the training of the conscripts until elements within their own ranks can take over."pursing slender lips together as she eyed the towering giant.

 

[Kaane]

Nathin had done what little part he could into actually discussing the war that was imposing on their borders even as they spoke, but he knew full well that it would take a lot more than words to convince the angered populace to do much more than plot the death of the unfortunate gentleman sitting across from him.

He was a dead man walking at this point. And he should've been stripped of his position of Moff as well. It would come soon enough, he supposed.

But he did have connections with the former Supreme Leader. Possibly wealth and resources in his own right. He would be a dangerous investment if he tried...but a worthwhile one, should it pay off, especially if Darth Sigrun returned to reclaim her position...

He would keep his eyes on him. Definitely. And for the moment, he'd make sure he didn't die before he could manage his own grab for power.

Besides that, however, he was somewhat fed up with the way the current proceedings were going. It was almost laughable how quickly this had turned into a train wreck; the way this was going, it'd be every man for himself at some point. A bit too much instability for Dawn's liking.

Pulling out his communicator, he sighed and kicked back in his chair somewhat, checking on how his personal investments outside Sith Space were doing.

"As far as I know, Moff Condorro, we are initiating a search for her at this very moment. Many of my own people have been nearly-traumatized by her departure...quite the figure she was, on Lucazec, a heroine of the highest caliber. But do know that for the moment, our real leader stands before you. And he looks ready to rip your arms off, I wager," he remarked, with a slight smile and lighthearted tone in his voice. "I would also implore you, Supreme Leader, distinguished members of the Council, to understand his plight; he has an emotional stake in this most do not. His opinion on this matter would be vastly different otherwise. Let us remain level-headed; our unity in purpose remains the same. Myself, while I shall continue to advocate for a temporary defensive posture, I shall also further militarize my planet's economy and citizenry as requested."

 

[Jason Vaiken]

She deactivates her lightsaber and retakes her seat. "I do have some amendments to your conscription policy my Lord. Instead of forcing skilled workers, merchants, and other functionaries that are useful in keeping the masses contained. Perhaps we first conscript prisoners, debtors, and vagrants first. Those are the scum who do nothing but pollute our streets and would do anything for a pardon in the case of prisoners and a warm meal, bed, and steady pay for the debtors and vagrants. In the case that these men run out, which I would be astonished if they do, we can then begin to conscript those whose jobs can be easily replaced with droids. We must ensure that our society can function in order to ensure that this war effort can be properly maintained without having to deploy large masses of soldiers to prevent riots."

She finishes her suggestion and then takes a sip of her now cold coffee. She found Condorro's display to be annoying, but that will be dealt with later. Right now they need to focus their efforts on the war effort.

 

[Prince Vidar the Glorious]

Vidar sat as the whirlwind spun around him, perhaps becoming a Moff wasn't such a good idea if every time we tried to get together for a chat the bowls of Moraband opened. And not in a good way. His mind drifted back to the depths of the Morband temple to the nine spirits waiting for him. But first he needed more, he needed power, resources, men before his plain could come to fruition. He was lent back against his chair, the struggle of wills taking place before him, he cupped the solid gold goblet in his hand, his thumb slowly rolling over one of the large emeralds set in its side. He had taken the hint long ago that no one wanted wine, they either preferred there clear mind, I am above alcohol drinks, or seemed to be to high on testosterone and there own power to care. 'More for me' he thought. He took another large gulp, before sitting it down and pouring himself another cup.

He eyes all those around the room as he took another long gulp of the liquid. The Warlord was a sight to behold, eight arms and a whole lot of muscle at one end and the calm yet menacing Grand Moff at the other. He gauged her more than the Warlord, she was his next step on the ladder, the title of Darth and Grand Moff will need to be his before he can take on the Warlord of the Dark Lord himself. He smiled over at her, before his eyes to the Moff of Desevero.

"Moff Za'til, is it. I would appreciate if some of those stockpiles in materials were sent to Arda. I am currently in the process of quelling the other Princedoms who have rejected 'The Glorious Revolution' and would appreciate the help. Of course this will be returned in kind." He smiled at her before rasiging the cup to his lips again.

"Moff Miratheon, do you really believe it is a smart idea to give vagrants and prisoners, weapons and the training to use them. You would have an uprising on your hands before the year is out. No I would recommend forcing these criminals into work camps, our infrastructure needs to be strengthened if we are to last in this war." He spoke. Vidar was planing a campaign upon his return and he would be taking many prisoners and did not need them been taken away, he needed them to work for him in the building of his new shipyards, factories and mines.

 

[Logan]

While most would have assumed that Kyuss would be brimming with fury, resentment, or whatever other emotions people fueled by the darkside often found themselves teeming with, he was in fact still cool and measured. The words he had spoken previously were not done with a harsh tone or shouted. They had come with equal measures of defacto truth and simple brevity. As such, he held no long-standing grudge against Vash now that the man had seen reason and abandoned his contrarian opinion, although the Warlord was still unsure if the man deserved to live. Regardless, for now, he didn't see it prudent to end the man's life. He could prove invaluable in the search for Sigrun. He was emotionally invested in the woman's return and Kyuss was sure he would continue the search endlessly. Something that would keep him both out of the Warlord's way and possibly into a dangerous situation with the Republic. Vash was a problem that would solve itself, whether through his own stupidity or by decision of any of the other Moffs here that had taken more offense to his comments than Kyuss had. Either way, the man was no longer worthy of the Warlord's concern.

Just as he was about to address Vash again, Kyuss noticed a man suddenly enter the council chamber and inadvertently bump into him, and then kind of feel his way around on massively muscled arm. While under most circumstances one would assume a person like Kyuss would have immediately killed someone who did something so stupid, but if Kyuss was anything it was that he wasn't stereotypical. A small smirk creased his mouth for a second as he eyed Caecus, finding the man somewhat pallid for his tastes but otherwise mildly attractive. It wasn't a commonly known fact that the Warlord was gay, not that he hid it, but it wasn't like he wore a rainbow bandana and marched at the pride parades either. Pulling his eyes off of the apparently embarrassed Miraluka, Kyuss turned his attention towards the other Moffs. While he appreciated La Contessa Rafaella's words to Vash, he felt the man understood his errors at this point. Beating a dead horse was not something that interested him much.

"If you give me men I can give you droids, Moff Za'til." He paused, contemplating the points from Moffs Aethoria and Vidar. He agreed that the usage of vagrants and prisoners was a good idea, but he also found some truth in Vidar's point that it could be dangerous. There seemed to be a simple solution to this problem, at least one that came to his mind relatively quickly. "The usage of prisoners and vagrants is probably the best way to go about this. To prevent an uprising from them, I will inform my SBZ commanders and brothers that any indication of mutiny or non-allegiance will be met with immediate death. They will learn that undying loyalty will be rewarded, and it will motivate them."

Stroking his chin, Kyuss thought for a moment before reaching into the pocket of his armor and withdrawing a datapad. Placing it on the table, it projected a holo-image of the known galaxy map. It quickly zoomed into coordinate Q-4.

"This should be our priority, for now, I think. The Jedi are in our backyard and yet, have shown no force of will in continuing their offensive. I sense weakness within them and this is something we need to exploit as quickly as possible. It may also distract both the Jedi and Republic from elsewhere in the galaxy and give us more free reign to continue the search for Sigrun."

 

[Darasuum]

Geir set down the cup that was in front of him. Now it was just room temperature though it still did the job of keeping him caffeinated. Only a few milileters remained from its previous contents. The meeting had been interrupted by the warlord, distracted from its original intent and now was somewhat getting back on track. It was unlikely to function as it had originally been intended today but hopefully future council meeting would not be so disturbed. Geir may as well have not come if that was all it had intended to be. He would have gleaned the details at a later time and avoided the idle threats, presentation of strength and wasted breath on obvious logistical statements.

Geir already knew everything that the other moffs were stating about their current standings and combat capabilities. It wasn’t even the fact that he was the leader of the Dark Knights of Sin nor moving more into the intelligence operations of the brotherhood. Each planet the brotherhood possessed was a potential battlefield, past present or future. To better bolster his forces he needed to know the chinks in his own armor and compensate for those weaknesses or at least adapt. But perhaps the other moffs were not as in the loop as he was. Many criminals in the underworld knew how mouthy he could be in his sarcastic and cynical reaction to anything if he had even a partial notion of negative opinion.

He would speak for the first time since entering the meeting and only do so once. The arkanian-offshoot did not raise his voice nor interrupt anyone since he did not wish another to do the same to him. the Dark Knights of Sin and SHADE will find the whereabouts of the Supreme Leader. They are already on it as stated. We will not make an attempt to break her out just yet but will learn her whereabouts if she yet lives. I think that is all that needs to be said on the matter as that is all that can be done at this point.” his words were stated as fact in the same manner someone would state how the sun rose and set or how gravity worked, though in many case some people just did not understand physics so many there would be an argument. Still he continued regardless.

”They will likely expect retaliation. The brotherhood is not known for its patience and logical thinking in heated moments like these so lets surprise the enemy by consolidating our forces, strengthening our borders and making sure we can keep what we’ve taken and only then start retaking what is ours. However the jedi have moved intoour back yard with brazen intent. I do think we should deal with them seiftly before they grow larger heads than they already possess.” Geir did want Serenno back but he was not ignorant of the current status of their forces. There were other operations already underway that would keep the Republic forces and jedi somewhat at bay.

”that being said the Dark Knights of Sin will move on independent and neutral systems in the galactic south. I already have operators in place. Just as the jedi have done we will have pockets of resistance as well as multiple targets this way. It’s difficult to fight multiple smaller enemies than one large one after all. I hope i don’t have to explain obvious tactics to you all.”

”You want to conscript everyone that is able bodied into the ranks of the sith correct? If so that is something i would like clarification on. We can put them through the rudimentary training but that does not mean they will be any more than cannon fodder. Empires have drafted before and it led to scores to flounder into descent, plotting, moral loss and infighting. People slip through the cracks and join who shouldn’t have. I can offer to have an assessment of each individual’s psychology, physical capability as well as potential. I don’t care which path is chosen but their are consequences for either. One cannot harvest more than their fields can sustain without paying for it in future seasons.”

”Warmachines as well need to increase production are obvious. We can’t very well send our troops into combat without equipment and weapons to use. So far we have made a sizable fleet since the acquiring of Sienar Fleet Systems. But we are lacking in ground forces and armor more than anything. These have been borrowed or acquired from previous existing governments leaving us at a disadvantage. I have a few contacts i can reach out to that can help design equipment. I don’t see much standard gear for our troops as it is and that can be problematic.” everything he said was meant to be understood as not needing further direction. The moffs were meant to be able to act without supervision in the first place yet some acted as if they needed everything stamped with the personal approval of a superior. Micromanaging was ineffective and would lead to setbacks in the attainment of the brotherhood’s goals.

The pale skinned moff was finished speaking and figured for the rest of the meeting he would stay silent unless directly questioned. He waited patiently for any rebuttal made by his peers but such squabbling was irrelevant. Though he had a silver tongue as a few of them knew he prefered to be a man of action.

 

[Prudence]

KIra lazily arched an eyebrow as the image of grid Q-4 was displayed from the holoprojector at the center of the table. The grid was not the one that she would have expected Kyuss to target, and honestly she didn't agree. Before she had a chance to reply to the Warlord, the ancient Moff Greir Ambros began to ramble about what he and his Knights of Sin had to offer to the Warlord, blah blah blah. Leaning her elbow onto the table, and propping her face upon her hand she waited for the older man to just shut up. Finally she heard the man's speech come to an end, and lifted herself off of the table and turned her face towards Kyuss,

"Lord Kyuss, while I can understand the advantages of removing a Jedi haven from beside our borders, however the Jedi have yet to make any indication that they plan to stage an invasion from Q-4. Instead, I would suggest you turn your attention here."

She tapped at the pad in front of her and the hologram shimmered, switching to a view of Lothal. "My Lord, one of my first undertakings upon joining the Sith was to set up for an invasion of the Jedi Temple world of Lothal. I counter that instead of focusing on the meaningless worlds of Q-4, we sack their temple and take their temple world."

She doubted the others in the room, save for Dawn and Ayindiri, would know the invasion of Lothal had been set up, as it had been done in secret. Only Eryn, Dawn, and Ayindiri had been along.

 

[Darasuum]

Though Fyonna had a wavering opinion of the arkanian-offshoot she couldn’t deny his words and military conduct. Ossus was still in a transitional period and had not formed a baseline of operations for her to get a standard state of things. For the most part she felt similarly about what Moff Ambros said but could tell there was more than he let on verbally.

She would have to keep an eye on him and his group of shadowy sinful knights. Her own glass of water was half gone in the absence of her making talk while the others spoke of debatable subjects and opinions. She would gather some of the greater minds for engineering new weapons of war. Ossus was not a planet known for its manufacturing of war machines or shipyards but the ideas of those needed to be made before the physical construction.

The grand moff's speech towards moving against the jedi made sense to her and she would very much like to squash the pests that call themselves guardians of peace. Though sje didn't outright say it she nodded at Kira's words as well as the warlord's.

 

[Jason Vaiken]

The motions are as followed:
Universal Conscription
Increased War Production
Invasion of Lothal

The Invasion of Lothal can be debated further if need be.