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Darth Victress was dead.
This was news to some and not to others - apparently most battles these days ended up on the holonet in one form or another and Victress' defeat had been reported to the Sith Order in rather short order. A tomb had been readied for one of the Dark Council to die as far back at the time of the Old Empire and the Republica's little tiff.
How long ago that had been.
The remains of Victress had been laid to rest within the casket within the main hall of the rather blank tomb (it hadn't been personalized at all of course) and Tagus stepped up to the raised dais. Sith from across the Order had been welcomed to the funeral of Darth Victress.
Tagus, personally, thought it was an utter waste of time.
Just like their first real meeting, where he had called Victress out for her funeral for the nameless Sith who had died during her campaign. It had been a plea for attention and it had gathered her the wrong kind at the time.
Standing beside the stone casket, Tagus patted the stone-carved face of Victress' death mask.
"We gather to honor the passing of Victress."
His gauntlet's fingertips dug into the stone of the casket a little.
"She fought against our enemy to her last breath. Remember her for that, even if you saw nothing else of her life. Remember her for her battle against our foes."
Tagus leaned in close to the casket as though to saw a private farewell. Instead he hissed low and quiet, a secret between himself and the corpse.
"Your death was supposed to serve me and you cheated me of it... your final victory, old friend."
Standing up again, Tagus moved away from the casket to address whomsoever had arrived to pay their respects.
"My brothers and sisters I ask you this; what will you do now? What will you do now that Victress lays dead, yet another of our number slain by the Mandalorians?"
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