The Moff Council: E1

[Prudence]

Open only to Moffs
The Citadel - Rhen Var​

Lights encircled the room, adorning the tops of the walls and casting eerie shadows onto the floor and leaving the center of the room ominous and dark. A large octagonal table sat in the middle, with data-consoles inlaid perfectly in front of a corresponding all black chair. At the center of the table sat a holo-projector comm unit combo.

Sitting around the table were the elite of the elite within the Sith brotherhood, the Moff Council. Comprised of the best and brightest in political maneuvering, and war tactics, the Moff Council was the leading body of the Brotherhood, reporting directly to the Supreme Leader herself.

Kira Elan was dressed in her grey Moff's uniform. It had been custom fit for her, and was comfortable enough for formal dress. Though she did enjoy the flashy medal that hung from her jacket, indicating her rank. She waved down a protocol droid from nearby, the droid wheeling towards her, and poured herself a glass of water before turning back to the room before her. She would wait before all the Moffs were present to call the meeting to order. While no Moff was technically above another, it would be a power grab to 'host' the meeting.

@Intratec @Darasuum @Deviant @Kaane @RedneckLoves @Lady Sendrenis Autumn @Taz @The Star of Chaos

 

[Taz]

It seemed that Vash Condorro would be the next to arrive. He found a little irony in that, both because he didn't feel the need to be here and because ask he walked in his eye caught that of a formally dressed Kira Elan. A smirk could not be hidden from his face as the last time the two met, Vash put her on her ass for acting like an entitled little brat. His opinion of the young woman had not changed in the passing days. Besides the smirk Vash would be wearing his modern robes rather than the stuffy formal uniform. He cared little for such clothing at would not change his attire to simple stroke egos. But really the damned thing was stretchy.

The Sith assassin would walk round the table until he found his name plate and plush captain's style chair. "Vash Condorro - Moff of Troiken" the plate would say. He had only assumed the posistion given to him my the new Supreme Leader Darth Sigrun just a couple of weeks prior. As he stared at the title he could not help but wonder how many knew them from seven years ago. How many might realize they were once husband and wife. That might effect some opinions, however they would be wrong. He was just surprised and Venator stepped away and Eir took the reigns, and even more so when she called him back to Korriban to formally give him the promotion.

Frak them, he thought. The Sith had given fifteen years of honorable service and thus far defended Yavin and assassinated nearly twenty three senators on the home of the Miraluka. He had more then earned his title, and hopefully by nights end he would also earn more honor and respect than this prom queen before him. He had no reason to dislike the woman but the smug tiny grin and the tiny head bob made him want to force choke her. Vash would sit before he did something foolish and wave down the same droid.

"Caf, two sugars, light cream"

 

[Intratec]

Trailing behind Vash, a tiny framed young woman also eschewed the formal Moff attire. Pants especially those that were stretchy and tight? Too scandalous. Still, the carmine skinned alien made an effort at formal dress. Black silken robes with woven thread of silver along the cuffs ending in ancient incantations and Sith Runes of an old dialect. Allowing the average man ahead to take up his seat before finding her own. "Ayindri Za'til - Moff of Desevro" funny, she still could not fathom why the Supreme Leader had allowed one as young as she to become a Moff. Her world may not be as industrious or glamorous, but what it lacked in those things it made up for by way of being on the Perlemian Trade Route. Criminals, Black Marketeers, Smugglers. . . All visited her world. All plied their goods and trade. And while some of it made its way into the hands of the burgeoning Underworld, a fair share found itself in her hands. Credits, Aurodium, Guns, Peggats; Bacta and even small quantities of Cortosis and Phrik even Spice.

'Tribute' the Underworld bosses called it. She knew they were there, knew of their activities , and they knew she allowed it to happen. The tribute funny name for it, soon found a home aboard freighters bound for the growing war machine. All to help assure a victory for the Brotherhood and Sacred Band. Let the others forge droids and ships. She would assist in her own way. Keeping her world's particular balance required cunning and manipulation between the ruling caste and the seedier elements. Of course, she had ambitions. The project in reclaiming the Eastern Wash, clearing it of debris, ensuring the integrity of intact buildings and removal of wildlife all to move in more colonists. If it could be achieved the population would skyrocket according to projections. And as a result of this little endeavor, the poor had found jobs, medical care had found its own equilibrium, the poor receiving the same care as the middle class and were now on supplemental nutrition programs with very little overhead.The sweeping changes she'd wrought in short order had made a once leery populace now grateful for the alien which held their reins.

Whipping those aristocratic vipers into a fear-laden sense of order had only taken the death of the previous leader of the Oligarchy. Not loved, but feared and hated they'd been quite happy to fall in line when she tore him in half. With the Force of course!

After the droid had registered the man's order its waddling gait alerted her to its presence. The opaque vocalizer plate flashed as it asked for her order, "Tea, with honey." now seated, well-manicured jet-nails rested atop the table allowing herself a glance to the other two Moffs. No love lost there as far as she could determine. Still, she nodded to them both, offering a genuine smile, if somewhat small and reserved. After all, this was her first time meeting either of them.

 

[Jason Vaiken]

Moff Aethoria Tyradell is wearing the dress uniform of a Moff of the Brotherhood, custom made and tailored within uniform regulations to show off her pleasing features and ensure that she can remain comfortable. And with a measured walk and gaze proceeds to enter the room, surveying the occupants and nodding to their host. She takes up her seat and proceeds to wonder if this meeting does have anything to do with her proposition a little while ago about hosting a war summit to determine how the Brotherhood will carry out their war effort.

It does not take a fool to realize that the Brotherhood has suffered some reversals, but reversals are expected in a large war. What matters is how you overcome your defeats and work on ensuring that they do not compromise the integrity of the overall war effort. All of this passed through her mind as she takes up her seat behind the nametag labeled Aetoria Tyradell of Ord Radama. Ord Radama is an important Brotherhood world, the industrial centre of the Brotherhood, she has personally ensured that war production has increased by 100% using incentives, both of fear and monetary in order to keep people constantly working and producing new ships and war equipment for the war effort.

The droid took the two people's orders before her and with her normal tone of voice, always musical with an imperious edge to it she asked for some black coffee.

 

[Darasuum]

Geir walked down the hall towards the meeting room. he had recently received news to come to such an event and discuss the state of affairs within the brotherhood. considering the almost complete loss of Serenno he thought it was too little too late and not just because it was the planet he was in charge of governing. it would have been taken far faster and easier if it had not been for his modifications after acquiring the position. but such statements were irrelevant at this point.

the doors parted at the entrance from his approach. he walked around the table looking at everyone that was in the room and noting their faces. his long coat swayed slightly in the draft behind his stride and his plain dark clothes fit his disciplined figure. the dark color was in high contrast with his white skin, similarly colored hair and silver-grey eyes. he saw name tags but paid them no head until he sat down at the seat on the opposite side of the table from the entrance. it was a habit to not have his back to the door as a man of his background had ingrained within himself over the decades. it just so happened to be next to Moff Elan and also had his name tag on it. if it hadn't he still would have sat there regardless.

though the Arkanian-Offshoot was not particularly thirsty he ordered a cup of dark cafe without any additives. his eyes met with each and every moff present. the last time all of them had been present together was during the Exar Kun festival on Ziost. now there had been some additions. as usual when in such a situation he just stayed quiet and waited to be addressed or if there was a pertinent subject to converse about.

 

[Darasuum]

every step was the same. he shoes subtly clicked as she walked down the black sheen floor towards the meeting. the woman looked at her time piece momentarily without breaking her stride that said she had somewhere to be. her black hair was short enough to not touch the collar of her uniform. she too wore a Moff uniform, the likes of which she had not worn before today. she was knew to the position and appreciated the simplicity of the outfit as well as the position it represented. it still did not hide the attractive Morganian's features but was not as elegant as her normal attire.

when the woman entered the room she saw that not all were dressed in the moff uniform. she stood by the door for a moment taking in her surroundings but did so only for a moment before moving closer to the table and finding her name tag that was placed at each seat. it was easy for her to find the one that belonged to her since numerous seats were already taken. "Fyonna Kira - Moff of Ossus" she read before setting down. the droid came to her after the arkanian-offshoot who she assumed was the Geir Ambros. the two had not met but she was sceptical about his position with the moff council. his past was marked by less than appropriate activity. there were others who she felt similarly about since she was a woman that adhered strictly to the doctrine of the sith and the rules at hand.

"Just water please."

Fyonna was not sure if the Supreme Leader was attending but she was to always at her best so as not to be caught unprepared. some of these moffs, the first generation of the position would probably learn that casual attire was frowned upon in most military organizations. it didn't matter if one was a student of the dark side of the force, there were still rules in place for a reason.

 

[Lady Sendrenis Autumn]

Arrived just in time. The trip all the way from Almania had not been pleasant. The hyperspace travel interrupted twice because of asteroids blocking the hyperlanes. What were the odds of that happening ? Twice ?
She prepared herself like she usually did during diplomatic meetings. It was the same thing really, knowing the faces, the names, who did what and when, then forget everything about it when it's done in the blink of an eye. She dressed in a very conservative way for the occasion. Wearing that classic grey moff outfit with the shiny black boots. Even her hair was not displaying half the extravagance it usually did as she simply made the choice of having her hairdressers - and they were many - do some simple waterfall hairstyle on her. The only fantasy she allowed herself was a pair of white gloves discreetly adding some refinement to this stern picture. Her makeup kept to the minimum as well.
She cleared her voice before being too close from the room and made some shoulder movements to get rid of her nervousness. It was her first moff council since her nomination, and she knew that she was only one of the lowest amongst them. She was not some glorified murderer nor at the head of a strategical world or stronghold. Only some rear line industrial point of interest, just good enough to borrow from and never return.
She entered the room with a polite smile, nodding at the ones already sitting.​

"Greetings." She declared with her usual peaceful and smooth voice, unsure how to proceed beyond that point.
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She sat where the signs were leading her, having to lean slightly every single time to read properly what was written on them 'Water', she asked in a whisper when the droid approached her. She remained straight in her seat, matching with the austere ambiance of the room. Now... she knew everything was not going particularly well for their side, these days... She was glad not to be one of those who could be pointed at and blamed for this. She would just keep her role of a minor moff doing her duty for now, time was one her side. On that satisfying thought, she patiently glanced down at the table. "Sendrenis Autumn - Moff of Almania"​

 

[Kaane]

Finally. It had taken them long enough to get down to business. Considering the Republic's recent rebuff of what seemed like the entire bloody Sith Army at Zeltros, and the further complications with the worlds on their border, the recently-annointed Moff would have thought it prudent to move forward with all expediency. A cohesive military strategy was required to maintain the integrity of the Brotherhood, which had already pushed too hard too fast. If there was to be any empire left for Dawn, or his formal name in this particular meeting, Nathin Jynthos, to inherit, he would have to make some sort of case for his own strategies to be employed.

And Lucazec had been a worthy planet to get him this far. The working class was appreciative of the democratized structure, even if he had to control it from the top to keep it from getting too out of hand. Luckily, they were so thankful for liberation from their previous government they didn't seem to care much. The military assets that both the Sith and his faithful 'Zecians provided were invaluable. And now, at last, he was here, nearly ready to take his seat at the winners table.

Clad in a grey uniform, his silvery hair spilling over his shoulders and back, Jynthos sat quietly as he surveyed the room.

"Water, two lemon slices, sparkling," he muttered to the protocol droid taking his order, as he drew up as charming of a smile he could manage while leaning back into his chair. "Finally my dears...finally, we meet."

 

[Prince Vidar the Glorious]

The loading ramp lowered slowly onto the steel floor of the dock. A half smack, half scrap sound echoed out as it connected. At the top of the ramp stood Prince Vidar the Glorious, the Chosen of Bogan and Moff of Arda. He was flanked by Knight Captain Suss and two other member of the Knights of the Divine Summanus. All three of them had the sigil of Vidar and his family tattooed on there cheeks a sign of devotion to there leader.

Vidar stepped out of the darkness and onto the floor of the dock quickly making his way through the open space to the corridor leading to the meeting room. Assistants of Moff Elan, guided him in the right direction though they did not need it, he could feel the collection of force powers in the upper levels of the building and strode forward to meet them. Vidar was dressed in his war finery, a dark brown tunic and breeches over which the midnight black armour Cuisses, Vambraces, Curiass and Pouldrons lay. The right Pouldron showed the sigil of his house in dark purple. Around his shoulder a thick black cloak edged with grey fur was held buy a silver clasp again in the shape of his houses sigil. He wore thick brown boats and his hair was blonde almost white today and flowing down to just above his shoulders.

The assistant moved out the way as he waved him forward into the Moff Council chamber. He strode in confidently he was a Moff like all those else in attendance, but more than that he was a Prince and Chosen by Moraband itself. Lord Suss and one member of the Knights left him at the entrance but one followed him in. Vidar gazed over those in attendance some were rather attractive both male and female, he allowed the thought drift into a smile before taking his place behind his name tag. He frowned at it 'Moff Summanus' that wasn't his name. The Knight at his shoulder noticed the frown and the name card and quickly snatched it up from the table cumpling it before stuffing it in his pocket. Vidar looked back at the man and nodded, the Knights produced a solid gold cup and a crystal decanter filled with red liquid. He filled the gold cup before Vidar waved him away. The Knight stepped back and made for the door striding his head high like a true Knight. Vidar turned back to the group and raised his cup to them before taking a long sip.

"Would anyone else like some wine? It's from Naboo very tasty." He asked as he licked his lips.

 

[Prudence]

As her protocol droid was preparing the drinks for each of the guests Kira steepled her fingers in front of her and began to shift her gaze from Moff to Moff. When her glass of water arrived the Moff took it with grace, carefully sipping at it before placing the glass down onto the table before her.

"Hello all, and thank you to each of you for coming to Rhen Var. I would like to make these meetings a regular occurrence, as we are in a state in this galaxy where direction is key. As few of you are aware, I would like to inform you all of a ruling that has fallen directly from the War Lord himself. In this time of turmoil, as we are without our Supreme Leader, I have been appointed to the position of Grand Moff and will be presiding over this body.

For those of you who I have yet to become acquainted with, allow me to introduce myself. I am Darth Solum, Grand Moff of Rhen Var." The new position gave her pride, and she allowed it to be shown on her face.

"Today we will be discussing the need for the immanent return of our Supreme Leader, and our next moves in the coming war."

 

[Taz]

Vash took the first sip of his coffee as he had expected this meeting to more time then the failed invasion of Zeltros. The Sith assassin had been bouncing from his mission on the Miraluka home world and his own planet of Troiken. He had heard the reports that they had lost the defense of Serenno. Early news across Sith space was that the Lord of the Sith had fallen, turned into barbecued bantha by a highly skilled Jedi. What he had not heard until Moff Kira opened her bubbly if not annoying mouth was that his long lost wife had gone and gotten herself captured and lost again.

The Sith was also not to pleased with the sudden appointment of Kira to Grand Moff. Vash didn't expect himself to be elected, he was only now made Moff. But Kira, his thoughts drifted to the ride he was doomed to give the woman and her distaste for the change of plans. Geir Ambros would of made more sense. His knights had done more for the Order then the little girl, but he also just lost his planet. He was now only Moff in title alone.

Vash would try not to react to either bit of news but his aura would tell the others all they needed to know. "What information do we have on Ei.......Sigrun's location. Our focus must be on her return before we continue this bumbling war effort" , he spoke with no small amount of spite and distaste for Solum's ego stroking. But the Sith was also not wrong. Their actions thus far seemed to lack any strategy. No clear picture of focus but rather random assaults that were leaving the standing forces spread thin and had now caused the loss of territory and at least two members of the command structure.

 

[Intratec]

The Pureblood scrutinized Nathin Jynthos a moment. So, her comrade from the Garel mission was also a Moff. Inclining her head in greeting to him she turned her attentions elsewhere.

The tea came piping hot, aromatic steam wafting from the delicate sea-green porcelain embossed with flowers and vines. Handing her the cup and saucer, she'd been asked if she would care for anything else. Declining politely, something odd considering it was just a droid, the Pureblood took a moment to hold saucer and tea cup up. Eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled the fragrant scent. The Sinharaja Tea, known only in certain circles of tea connoisseurs was known for its full-bodied golden hue as well as its rich, and strong floral notes. Adding cream or sugar would've been a crime against tea lovers everywhere. Honey, however. . . being created from floral nectar impacted and enhanced the exceptional notes of this most expensive of teas. How the droid had known this to be one of her favorites was surmised by psychological profiling.

Certainly, she should have been unnerved for something she enjoyed to be known, it, however, was such a small thing. A quick breath along the rim of the cup caused the pristine surface of the beverage to ripple delicately before she took a measured sip. Inclining her head to no one but herself, yet timing had allowed for it to accompany the final words of the newly minted Grand Moff, and Darth. Replacing the cup on its saucer, Ayindri continued to hold the beautiful set aloft on dainty fingers. Unbeknownst to Vash, his counterpart, Ayindri agreed with his assumptions. The Brotherhood had indeed been striking wildly and without plan or cohesion. Like a Bull Rancor during mating season as it were. The missions she had taken part in had been few. Chosen mostly for their vital natures. Capturing Force Sensitive children - something necessary to grow the Brotherhood's stock of Force-Users and deprive the Jedi their chance at them. Another had been on Jabiim and the elimination of certain rogue elements of the resourcing operations there.

"According to sources that managed to flee Serreno, the Supreme Leader was believed to have been taken from the depot in which she had been assisting in fortifying." soft-spoken, the delicate little figure took another measured sip of her tea, careful to make no noise by setting the cup on the saucer. "While we know it was obviously the Republic, after an indirect inquiry by my eyes and ears on Desevro, they have heard nothing on Darth Sigrún's location among the smugglers and information brokers." drumming her obsidian black nails on the spotless tabletop, Ayindri stared at a distorted reflection of herself upon its surface.

Her pleasant, silvery voice continued on, "I agree with Moff Condorro. The Supreme Leader's return is paramount. Besides her position and the resultant power vacuum which may erupt also considering the Lord of the Sith's health, her return should be a priority. Not only for those reasons, but Darth Sigrún also would have information on sensitive material which the Republic, Jedi and Border Alliance could take advantage of against us."

"And while I echo Moff Condorro again, the bumbling nature of our offensive, said information would be a windfall if we cannot cement our defense line along the border, perish the thought of our offensive plans coming to light. Losses would be staggering, something we can ill afford." slender lips compressed further, and further as her voice grew ever more taut the more she spoke.

"With the Grand Moff's indulgence, " nodding toward Kira, iridescent gold eyes, eyes better on and reminiscent to a bird of prey's locking onto the new Darth a moment then bouncing off, "Should no more pertinent and important information is had on her location, I suggest we begin to look further afield. Nar Shaddaa, Nal Hutta. The Hutts would view such information worth the cost of acquiring and demand their pound of flesh in turn for it."

"A small price to pay in my opinion. I would hasten to add that we also send feelers out among the Smuggler Moon's independent brokers should the Hutts prove intractable. And into the Border Alliance and Republic as well."

The Sorceress had gone silent then; looking at the delicious brew waiting to be drunk in the pleasing sea-green cup. "The Death Watch also," piping up once more, "Perhaps our wayward allies have some connections on Mandalore that may be useful."

 

[Logan]

T H E M E​

The boots of a dozen SBZ soldiers hit the ground in tandem with a dozen more robed Sith, marching in unison to the vague rhythm of a cadence they all knew but didn't remember. It came as second nature to them as soldiers, as hunters and as killers. They formed two parallel lines behind the massive frame of Kyuss Thaun, the gargantuan Warlord of the SBZ who was leading them all. A grimace of disdain was spread across Kyuss' face. There were machinations occurring across the galaxy that were lining the Sith up for a swift and ruthless extinction. Their losses at Serenno had been steep. Darth Cipher had been defeated and humiliated in his battle. Kira, the Moff seeking the title of Grand had fled the battle like a coward. Their Supreme Leader Darth Sigrun had been captured, her partner - a man on the brink of Darthood - had been killed. Kyuss could not stand for this any longer. The sith were wilting before his very eyes and it was due to nothing he had done or failed to do. Those around him, his fellow leaders, had failed when their only option had been success. He thought back to the battle on Geonosis with Prudii Kyramund and chuckled. He had won. Despite the Jedi Lord escaping when Kyuss would have preferred his death, the Warlord of the SBZ had completed his mission in nothing short of A+ fashion. The same could obviously not be said for his cohorts. He could not stand for this.

The door to the Council chamber was closed but it didn't matter. Pushing his way in, Kyuss ignored the conversations that had been occurring but suddenly died at his unexpected arrival. The men and women that comprising the contingent that was accompanying him fanned throughout the room, remaining silent and unblinking. Kyuss had a way of commanding people to do exactly as he said exactly when he said it. Hopefully, these Moffs would be smart enough to understand the mistake they would be making should the choose not to listen, or even more stupidly choose to openly defy him.

Placing his hands - all four of them - on the table where the Moffs were seated, Kyuss' eyes darted to each one of them in turn before he spoke. He was taking stock of them as much as they were probably taking stock of him. That's how predators worked, and everyone in this room was a predator. Or at least they better be - they wouldn't be alive much longer if they weren't.

"Afternoon," He said, deciding to start off his kinda-sorta speech with a least a semblance of class. "As I'm sure some of you may already know, the losses of the Brotherhood at Serenno have been very great. Darth Cipher has been maimed, and even more importantly, Supreme Leader Sigrun has been captured." He paused for a moment, letting that fact sink into their Moffy brains. He wasn't sure if they had been aware of that most recent development. "The Brotherhood is being embarrassed on a galactic stage and I, as well as you I hope, cannot stand for this. I have rallied members of Sith who are dissatisfied with the failures of their superiors, who are looking for someone more capable of leading both them and the Brotherhood at large. My SBZ brothers will follow me into the gaping maw of hell regardless, so I'm not worried about them."

Standing to his full height of seven feet, Kyuss once again surveyed the room. What he was about to say next might enrage some, but it didn't matter. It needed to be said, and if he couldn't accomplish it without removing the heads of a few Moffs then so be it.

"The Brotherhood needs someone to lead them, someone who can strike fear into the hearts of our enemies and purge this galaxy of those who are deemed unfit by us to live in it. As of this moment, I am installing myself as acting Supreme Leader of the Brotherhood, as well as the Warlord of the SBZ. In this regard, I am commanding each of you to start conscriptions on your planets of all able-bodied men and women who can manage to handle a blaster and put on a suit of armor. We are going to stop attacking from the shadows and bring the full might of our armies to the Republic and the Jedi's doorstep. We will burn their worlds, kill their people, and annihilate any memory of them from the very existence of history." Kyuss paused again, allowing for the weight of his announcement to truly take affect. "I ask that each of you, as the military intelligence and leaders of the people in Sith space to rally behind me in support of this movement. The choice is up to you," as he said this, each of the SBZ members would draw their rifles and each of the Sith would take out their lightsabers. "But I urge you to consider it as your only option. Unless we can pose a unified threat to the galaxy, we will falter. I will replace you if necessary, but I hope that each of you will see reason."

Kyuss would stand there and wait, ready to hear the opinion of any Moff he chose to express one. He hoped that no one would have to die today, but he also had no qualms about extinguishing weakness. He would make an example out of anyone who chose to stand in his way today and he hoped the men and women surrounding him would understand that.

If not, well, he'd be on the hunt for some new Moffs soon enough.

 

[Intratec]

The sudden arrival of Kyuss, trailed by members of the Sacred Band and Brotherhood elicited only an impassive look from the Moff of Desevro. Lifting cup and saucer once more, the delicate Pureblood took another sip of the fragrant beverage. She knew Kyuus. He'd commissioned her to craft an alchemical means for his soldiers to better able defeat Force-users. Well, that particular project was going quite well. And he knew her from their time in the Centaren hinterlands. Both of them knew he was not bluffing. Just how many others would also recognize this remained to be seen. Resting the half-drained cup of tea back onto the saucer she looked the Warlord in the eye.

"No," succinct, no malice or outrage was given. Just matter of fact. "Not right now at least," positively tiny compared to the hulking Codru-ji, he'd seen just how dangerous she could be if incentivized. At least to a degree. "Kyuss, you know as well as I, that what you're doing may lead to a schism within the Brotherhood. And while I have nothing but respect for you or the Sacred Band. . . if we do not present a united front, we will lose."

Placing cup and saucer to her left, she rested both hands on the table. Fully aware of those behind her, to the left, right and front and center. Sith and SBZ alike. Rebuffing the intimidation with calm. She'd been calm when efficiently slaughtering Centaren warriors and Force-users, calm when she'd killed hundreds on Garel. And upon Jabiim. It presented a wild card. Just what was the Sith like when angered and incensed? "I know you do not wish to fracture the Brotherhood. Or the bonds of blood forged between Sith and SBZ." nodding toward him had set her sidelocks swaying. "You and I both know you wish for our great Organizations to be feared and respected in equal measure. To rip the throat out of the Republic. Trample the Border Alliance. And to impale the Jedi from the walls of their own Temples. You want what is best for us. This I can see. But you are in error, Kyuss. This grab for power is something we do not," laying heavy emphasis on the word, "Need right now. Not in the way you currently desire."

Moving forward before the Warlord could get a word in edgewise, and with a look to him to forestall possible violence on his part, she let those behind her know her ardor if they acted rashly. None present had seen her kill. None save the man vying for power standing on the other side of the table.

"Darth Sigrún needs to be found, Kyuss. We both know it. Everyone in this room knows it. The Republic and Jedi are gaining succor off of her capture and the Lord of the Sith's defeat. Morale is high because of her capture. While she presents a pleasing and tangible trophy for them. Kyuss. . . She knows too much to leave in their hands."

The teacup turned as she nudged it with a finger, "Deployments. Tactics. Infrastructure Fleet Numbers and Personnel. Depots. Caches. And so much more it gives a headache." voice taut once more she took a cleansing breath, focused, continued. "By getting her back from the Republic and the Jedi we accomplish a series of objectives in one fell swoop. We deny them vital intelligence. We show them that we can take her back. Make them fear and doubt in the process. We blunt the blow to morale on our side and elevate it by doing the aforementioned rescue. With Darth Sigrún's return, you can settle matters in a way that is not a coup. In a method that will not divide and polarize the Brotherhood. To sow doubt between the Sacred Band and Sith."

Allowing a coy smile to tug at the corner of her lips, Ayindri added, "You could fight her. To prove your worth instead of trying to take it by force of arms." cocking her head from side to side in imitation of a bird deciding how best to deliver the killing blow to prey. "Would you not prefer that outcome?" glancing to either side and the arrayed SBZ and Sith contingent, "Then this one?" coy smile returning, it then wiped away like a slow trickle of syrup. They both desired the same outcome. To protect and strengthen the Sith and Band. And to conquer and lance a swollen pustule known as the Republic, and the weeping sore that was the Jedi, "I consider you a comrade in arms, Kyuss. We have shed blood together. Have slaughtered our enemies side by side. And made it known we are to be feared. I have even worked at your behest to help the Band. But I will not allow you to weaken the bonds of the Sith by dividing us over posturing for power. Or shatter the ties of Sacred Band and Sith through a spur of the moment antics without thinking things through." by the end of it, her manner had slowly soured. From calm and well-thought reason to radiating danger and power.

In brute strength, he reigned supreme. In a clash of sabers, she just didn't know. But in the Dark Side, may whatever pagan deities help the one who rankled a Sorceress well-versed in its powers. Or incited an Alchemist known for their knowledge and cruelty.

 

[Jason Vaiken]

Aethoria was born on Serenno, a Sacred Band world. Before she was found out to be Force Sensitive the first thing drilled in your head is that when the Warlord demands something you do it. While some like the one who spoke before her gets these wonderful ideas in their head. She rather likes her head attached to her shoulders so she says.

"Ord Radama will increase war production and conscription as requested. We also recommend that we launch an immediate counter-offensive when we feel that resources will permit. It will not do if the Republic and Jedi rest on their laurels. They'll get confident and if they get confident, the war can slip out of our grasp. In order to do this, we need decisive action. I have a feeling that you can do this."

 

[Lady Sendrenis Autumn]

Sendrenis followed each arrival with great attention. Trying to determine each protagonist's personality and style. She remained there, seeming absent minded despite the bright white hair and her tallness ; giving her a slight presence even amongst such strong characters. She listened to Darth Solum when she spoke, analizing her words and assimilating their meaning. She blinked at the mention of Grand Moff. She wasn't aware that was a thing. She didn't even know what prerogatives would come with such title. Her sight wandered to study the other moffs' reactions to that announcement. She personally wouldn't mind Solum to take the lead - not that she could stop her anyway - and take a fraction of her own forces to wage war. She only required her fleet to repel pirates from her sector and nothing much. Nearly everything produced there was directly sent to reinforce the brotherhood war efforts anyway.
She remained still, calm and patient. Not displaying any casualness nor seeming to wish to intervene. She was just being a spectator right now, an elegant one, but nothing more. She gazed back at Kira and patiently waited for the struggle for power to begin.

It didn't came from where she thought, though. When the huge creature entered the room, she couldn't help but slowly slide her hands toward the edge of the table in a sudden rush of adrenaline. Her facial expression did not betray her however, she was too experienced for this. She gave a slow, controlled glance at her fellow moffs around the table. Unsure. Clearly, the situation was not under control anymore. She knew she could manage some bickerings about the Grand Moff title, but that was now beyond her. Despite all of her political expertise and diplomatic skills, she wasn't feeling like the taller one in the room anymore - and actually was no longer - for she knew she would be one of the first here to die if there was any violence involved in the next couple hours. Hearing what she was currently hearing and how it was said, there was no way any of these people would not try to object. She joined hands on the very edge of the table, glancing at the commands over her white gloves. Listening without a word, frowning discreetly at the sudden tension and readying herself to get under the table in no time.

Then it was the pureblood's turn, she spoke with a lot less passion. Good. She did a great job at allaying the tension. Sendrenis did fear a reaction from the Warlord, so she quickly started to speak in order to evade the issue.

"Perhaps we should consider entering into negociations with the Republic. The Supreme Leader might be out of our reach already and if we got prisoners of value such as jedi masters or... officials... maybe there is someone we could persuade to make such an exchange." She dared to suggest in her usual subtle and calm way. Then, with a lowered voice : "Although it could damage our Leader's credibility."
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Now, she wasn't completely sold to her own idea, but she thought of it as a smart move on the moment to dodge the immediate leadership's subject and try to get this discussion back on it's track. Beside, she knew that the last words she just spoke could create a spark of interest in a few opportunists. She wasn't one of them though, for she had not half the influence needed to act in order to benefit from this and get her hands on the supreme power.
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[Prudence]

The Dark swarm of emotion that strode down her hall flooded her senses like an impending storm, her Eyes rose from where they had been, locking on the door just as it slid open. In from the hall stepped Warlord Kyuss Thaun. One of her eyebrows shot up, inquisitive as to what business the Warlord had here during her meeting, but he made his business infinitely clear when the gargantuan man leaned down onto the table, his weight causing the durasteel construction to creak and shudder a bit. The four armed warrior wasted no time in restating the all too real knowledge that Darth Cipher had been maimed on Serenno, and the Supreme Leader had been captured. Kira knew of the injuries that Darth Cipher had taken, as she'd been the one to evacuate him off world and tend to his needs. The next bit of news only came as a minor surprise to her, that Kyuss was taking charge of the brotherhood in the role of acting Supreme Leader. She had figured he would, but had no idea that he would be moving so soon.

He had presented their cooperation in his swift strike against the republic as a choice, but insured they knew it wasn't. As if to reinforce this point the members of the Sacred Band and Sith that he had brought with him brandished their weapons. To her disappointment, the first Moff to speak up, Ayindri, told the Supreme Leader 'No'. The other two that spoke up knew the proper answer when the Supreme Leader. Aethoria 100% backed Kyuss, and Sendrenis was attempting to propose an additional or counter offer.

Kira's anger rose, at Ayindri's clear lack of understanding for their situation, so she simply pinched her fingers together. With luck Aethoria would pick up on what she was doing, and join her should the need arise. Kira's attention was focused on Ayindri's throat, pinching at her windpipe so strong that she would hopefully pinch it off altogether and prevent the woman from breathing. Whether it was indefinitely, or only temporarily, would depend on Ayindri's reacion.

"Moff Za'til, I find your lack of faith disturbing. The Moff Council will be putting its support behind Warlord Thaun."

 

[Darasuum]

things had started off pleasant but Geir knew it would be short lived as most things were whenever a significant number of darksiders gathered in one place. the arkanian offshoot was skeptical as to how Moff Elan had attained her new title with the supreme leader in republic hands as well as her title as Darth. but Geir cared little of the truth behind these occurrences as more titles often meant more responsibility and administrative work. personally he liked to get some personal experience in the field and if he were to lead it would be from the front, not that he would use open field combat as a primary source of hostility.

it was clear that all of the moffs for the most part wished the Supreme Leader's return. Darth Sigrun had posed an appropriate leader in Geir's opinion despite her loss on Serenno. his own experiences were not as fortunate as he would have wished. but the arrival of the four armed Warlord of the Sacred Band of Ziost gave the arkanian-offshoot enough interest to stop mid sip in the process of consuming his black cafe and setting it down to hear what the prestigious warrior had to say. already the meeting had just begun and a grab for power had been made. he sighed simply as he looked into the slightly moving depths of the dark drink he had before him as if he wished to just be out of the meeting and getting back to work. all of this posturing and puffing up of chests was time consuming.

everyone had an opinion and words to have with one another on different tiers of importance. Geir just kept his mouth shut and observed since there would be no point in voicing his own opinion on the subjects at hand. the man would only respond if directly questioned or after the room cooled a few degrees. it would be awhile since everyone in the vicinity was filled with embers of passion that only every word seemed to fan. meanwhile the cold blooded composure of the Pale Fox's stoicism remained and the only heated thing that Geir felt was the taste of his strong drink. it would have been better if it had some alcohol in it.

 

[Darasuum]

with each new arrival Fyonna nodded her head in greeting. the woman ignored the ostentacious presence of the one known as Vidar since he seemed to be compensating for some aspect of himself. maybe it was not anything related to his person now but some trauma in the past. the Morganian Moff internally shook her mind out of psychoanalyzing her peer and focused on the announcement made by Moff Elan. the woman had not personally met anyone in this room and Fyonna realized that even though they were all acquaintances she was still a stranger to all of them and vis versa.

'Darth' and 'Grand Moff' were terms that she knew made her eyes dilate. the last she had known there was only two Darths in the Brotherhood and one of them had been the Supreme Leader. now there was a third though this was suspicious for Fyonna. the legitimacy of her office was under her speculation but since being only recently put into the position of moff she would hold her tongue especially without having all of the facts.

almost immediately several voices spoke up in long winded discussion with many words. perhaps this was how it was done here, having exceptional lung capacity was the key to leading apparently. but the approach of organized foot steps and a large presence made Fyonna look at the door before it opened. in strode the Warlord of the Sacred Band of Ziost and his presence commanded attention from the council. this being she knew but had never met. now he wished to be Acting Supreme Leader.

his ideas were not inefficient, perhaps not the most stable but risk was sometimes necessary. Fyonna listened to everything Kyuss had to say as well as what others said in response. the Moff of Ossus took a sip of her water as the others finished their words. she didn't like being threatened but it was not the danger the male inferred that made her speak up. "Ossus will begin training forces." it was simple and to the point and that was all that needed to be said. as far as she was concerned Kyuss was acting as the Supreme Leader in a manner of stewardship until she returned. Grand Moff Elan's position would probably stay as it is and so there was no issue she had with the situation. now it was time to see how everyone else reacted.

 

[Jason Vaiken]

Aethoria stood up and ignited her lightsaber and leveled it on the back of the offending Moff. After all, he is disobeying a direct order of the Warlord. So this is grounds for an immediate execution. She looks at the Warlord and with a clear voice, "Your permission, my Lord?"

She really thinks that this Moff is kind of touched in the head for refusing a direct order by the Warlord of the Sith.