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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 20, 2015 19:03:35 GMT -8
Solaris looks at Malvus's apprentice, the one identified as Luxeria. He turns off the broadcasts before nodding.
Various plans are in the works to deter any sort of reaction. It depends on if there is any response and by whom to Ses-Trade's seemingly noble actions in cleansing the nearby region of pirates and making trade routes safer for the sake of commerce.
An alarm went off shortly after Solaris spoke as the engines of the assault ship ignited.
Seems we are about to get underway. I should return to the bridge.
The Coruscanti departs from Luxeria and Vurkar to make his way to the bridge once more. Within little time, the Acclamator had launched and was making best speed for space. Vurkar approaches a viewport within the room Solaris had left him in with Luxeria. His eyes gazing down at the disappearing landscape only to be replaced by clouds, sky and eventually the starry void of space.
Vurkar's mind was hard at work as his gazed at the emptiness of space and the view of Eriadu from the viewport. As he thought, the Sith's mind recalled something that might be a clue to Solaris's and his father's silence on a particular matter. His eyes look over at the holoprojector, keying it calmly to look at some intel that he reviewed earlier. His eyes taking note of a particular piece that he had read and that was kept from the public.
Sith rogues are mentioned in the report... However, last I checked, my father exterminated many, if not all, of his followers shortly before the fall of the Horica Sovereign Empire. Last I remember, mother told me of the civil war that raged on Alzoc III after father's disappearance and the fall of the HSE. There was only mention of Imperial Warlord wannabes and self-asserted officials pitting Stormtrooper squads against each other.
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Post by Luxeria on Oct 21, 2015 13:18:38 GMT -8
She simply nodded to Solaris as he spoke of the plans that were prepared for any intervention. It was all she gave as the alarms sounded and he left for the bridge to ensure the launch was successful. She felt the ship lift from the ground and begin its ascent. She leaned up against the wall, thinking upon what was happening as Vurkar gazed out the window. She could feel his mind working, seeking to unravel the mystery behind the recent changes.
When he began to key in a few things, she made her way over to him as he began speaking, viewing the intel. "But Sith rouges had been mentioned before. Do you think some got away from your father or new ones rose with his absence? Perhaps something came up showing that there were more Sith than the troops themselves can handle and need Sith to face Sith? Or is it simply a test to see how we adapt, which group proves to be more power?"
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 21, 2015 13:24:19 GMT -8
Vurkar looks over Luxeria and away from the intelligence report.
As I recall, my father decimated the ranks of his Sith followers not once, but several times. At the time of the HSE's dissolution, there were very few who served him, mostly as his spies and agents, none like before who were warriors and generals. His makeshift academy was abandoned.
His eyes returned to the screen, looking at the intelligence report again. His mind once more thinking over Levitus and Malkor.
The five that currently serve my father came into his service shortly after separation from Emperor Nicademus when Lord Sinistra was still among us. They were existing Sith who were hiding in the Deep Core and the Outer Rim; no previous alignment nor contact with my father. They were a mixed bunch, quickly gathered and utilized by Lord Malvus for his own purposes and designs.
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Post by Luxeria on Oct 21, 2015 14:24:06 GMT -8
She listened intently to his words, trying to see something within them. But as he started speaking, nothing seemed to reveal itself. As he said, Malvus had eliminated Sith under him many times, meaning they did in fact keep rising up, or a new group was brought in by him. But even still, nothing seemed to shed any light on anything. However, when he spoke of the others with Malvus now, it made her wonder. She pondered the thought for a moment before stepping up beside Vurkar, her eyes fixed on the screen. When she spoke, she spoke quietly, careful of any who might be trying to listen in.
"Do you think its possible that some of these five have connections to any of the Sith left on Alzoc? That or maybe were bought out to spy or eliminate your father? As you said, the two transferred to command the ground troops are not suited for this role. For me, its about gaining experience. What if they've been moved to be weeded out or taken out through this battle?"
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 21, 2015 15:08:25 GMT -8
Vurkar looks at Luxeria when she speaks quietly to him. He glances at the door for a moment, raising his glove to quietly lock the door. He looks down at the controls and begins pulling up some new intel, private intel. As Malvus's son, Vurkar learned a thing or two when it came to snooping around. For once it paid off as new intel came up, revealing secret traffic offworld; between an unnamed location and Eriadu with one of the Raider-class Corvettes serving as a middle ground. It was labeled as personnel transfers on the public files, but further details seemed inconclusive or vague.
I haven't sensed anything unusual, but this might be some sort of indication. The five who serve Malvus do not have these connections, only within my family and perhaps Solaris. Five transports entered Eriadu over the course of a month leading up to this operation, mixed with the usual traffic. They landed inside of the Raider-class Corvettes before further transportation was sent planetside, instead of being docked with the Pride of Seswenna. Labeled as personnel transfer between the planet and the corvette. The outbound origin of this traffic was covered up; only Malvus has direct control over the military besides Solaris.
Vurkar looks at the intel, having kept it a secret till now in order to gauge Luxeria's response. She could be trusted it seemed and so far.
The traffic ended two days before the announcement. No indication of where the transportation went besides it being labeled as military resources to the Launchport. The trail ends there. It doesn't seem like anything unusual to anyone normal, but to my eyes, it does.
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Post by Luxeria on Oct 21, 2015 15:39:14 GMT -8
Luxeria looked over the intel. "Five Sith, five ships. That seems more than enough to raise a question. But if Mavlus and Solaris are the only two with direct control over the military, then its safe to say these five have been approved and covered up by either of those two. And since those two seem to be the only ones in the loop as we can tell, its obvious that they have something planned. Outside of that, there doesn't seem to be any clues as to what. The origins and the contents are unknown." Luxeria stood straight as she looked the intel over and over, trying to see something that might have been missed. She still knew little about Malvus and those around him, but this was already sending up red flags. She hoped the answers they sought came sooner than later and proved to be beneficial in the end.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 21, 2015 15:51:08 GMT -8
Vurkar keys the intel away after a moment before turning off the console.
We will have to wait and see indeed. Hopefully answers will come shortly.
An alarm went off as the ship exited the atmosphere and made best speed for the formation above.
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Post by Kaan on Oct 26, 2015 15:11:09 GMT -8
The Venture drops from orbit, heading toward the Tarkin Estates. Recklessly fast, one might even say...Kaan hadn't been behind the helm of a solid craft in some time, and despite everything else that was happening was enjoying flying. The thrill of dropping toward a planet with just a plate or two of durasteel between him and freefalling was exhilarating. He had always wanted to fly a Bes'uliik...from what he heard, it was close to the ultimate thrill, but those damn Mandos were more than selfish when it came to those beasts. Most unfair. A warning alarm begins to ring, shaking him back into reality. He cuts back on his descent and levels out for the remainder of the approach, returning to the flight path. Freighters were definitely not Bes'uliiks and probably shouldn't be flown like them. Lamentable. He sighs and hails the Estate, and is granted clearance soon after. Touching down on the indicated landing sight, he disembarks and approaches the security officers waiting for him. He hands one of them the cards the Lieutenant on the Pride had given him.
"Supplies and goods for the Estates."
Simply that and not another word more. He was growing to see that this organization was well informed. They were likely expecting him and knew what to do. Spouting off anything more would be, at best, redundant.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 26, 2015 15:20:36 GMT -8
All went smooth, despite the somewhat odd trajectory, flight pattern and landing of the pilot in question. The lead security officer, a Lieutenant, approaches Kaan as he disembarks and takes the necessary card in hand. The card is scanned for a moment before the soldier looks at the visitor.
Viceroy Tarkin would like to see you, sir. He is presently in his office.
Many would expect a bustling Estate which belonged to such a high-ranking Tarkin, especially being the ancestral hallways of the Tarkin family. Yet upon entry into the complex, beyond the Hangar Bay, the facility was oddly quiet. The halls were almost deserted, voided of anything organic save for droids. Service droids worked quietly, cleaning up artifacts and portraits that lined the hallways, keeping the Estate's looking spotless. There were many doors that watched and guarded by YVH-model droids, their rifles in hand and at attention. Kaan's escort was a lone soldier, who took him towards a turbolift. He keys the panel quietly before gesturing for Kaan to enter. He gives some final words to the visitor.
Lord Tarkin's office will be directly in front of you on the top floor. Please address him as Viceroy or Your Excellency.
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Post by Kaan on Oct 26, 2015 15:58:34 GMT -8
The Estate was formidable, Kaan had to admit. The collections displayed in the halls of various pieces of art and artifacts was quite fine, and none of them were shoddy or common. Nothing that one wouldn't expect to find in a Tarkin's possession, though not anything particularly rare...at least not of the "it will buy you your own planet" worth. The guards are a surprise to him. Vong hunters were not something he expected. Though built for handling those loathsome primitives, they were more than capable of handling the odd Jedi as well. Not that he had anything to worry about unless he was sloppy, being superior to those fools, but it was still something to take into account. Upon reaching the door to the turbolift, he enters, then pauses as the officer addresses him again. It's somewhat easier to stomach the set of instructions given to him by this soldier. Somewhat, but not much. Part of him is still irked at being addressed so...and being told how he must and must not address others. Grinding his teeth, he manages a shallow nod of acknowledgment and enters. As the door whisks shut behind him and the low hum of the turbolift sounds as it takes him to his destination, Kaan eases one of his knives out of its sheath to where he could draw it easily if need me. More and more he is doubting he will...but he hadn't lived for nearly 300 years by being foolish. The turbolift comes to a halt, and Kaan steps out into the hallway. "Let's see...straight ahead...there." The door to the office is closed, so he thumbs the call button once, waits a second or two out of courtesy, then enters. The man he sees waiting is not what he expected. Knowing his history, he had expected this Tarkin to be...well, older. The man before him is young (VERY young by Kaan's standards), perhaps no more than 30, maybe 31 cycles, brown hair untouched by the frost of age. He seems hale, but not overly so...not a warrior, for certs. Yet something seems off still...about the man himself...something that nags at Kaan's mind. An air of...if he had to put a word to it, "falseness". The Sith considers him for a moment. Yes...an actor behind a mask. Hiding something. The edge of his suspicion hardens for a but a moment before he shakes the thought aside. This man was a Tarkin. They were quintessential bureaucrats. What part of a politician wasn't a lie? He'd dealt with their like before. He inclines his head slightly.
"Viceroy Tarkin. I assume you have been informed of my coming." he says with his best diplomatic voice, a slight smile tugging at his face
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 26, 2015 16:10:51 GMT -8
'Ulric von Tarkin' looks up when the door to his office opened, noticing the visitor to Eriadu. Near-Human by appearance, tall figure with black hair. His eyes did not move away from Kaan as the Sith spoke to him. The false Ulric leans forward, placing his elbows upon his desk, his crisp uniform remaining sharp and unchanged by the posture of the human wearing it. There was a long moment of silence before the male's eyes look directly behind Kaan.
I guess I learned today never to bet against you.
At first, it seemed like the Tarkin was talking to nobody till the whisper in the Force was felt once more by Kaan. This time, the presence was a lot stronger and more prominent than the distant encounter prior to being sent planet side. The Force seemed to be drawing towards the whisper that lingered behind Kaan, which had remained undetected till the person came close enough to the Sith to be even slightly detected. Before any questions could be answered, an equally tall red-skinned Sith walked into Kaan's peripherals, passing by Kaan without much notice. The fake Tarkin then rises from his chair and bows to the approaching Sith then backs away. Malvus's crimson eyes turn to Kaan presently, his force sensitivity masked save for their proximity which allowed Kaan to detect the real Lord Tarkin. After some more silence, Malvus speaks to Kaan calmly.
It seems I was right. It is indeed a surprise to see one of the Four Lords among us once more. Especially given that he is the Lord of Chaos himself, the Lord of Pzob and one of the great Sith to lead the Order of the Eye. Am I right in my knowledge, Lord Saurn?
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Post by Kaan on Oct 26, 2015 16:44:18 GMT -8
The appearance of the (obvious) Sith Lord is surprising, but Kaan has more than enough control to regain his composure. He takes a moment to observe the newcomer. A fellow Sith, for true, and not simply a Dark Jedi. Even with what little he can sense, that much is certain. This new one was also still hiding himself...cautious as well. A good sign. The talk between the two concerns him not, but when the he addresses Kaan, that quickly changes. Saurn, he calls him. The name by which he had wrought his darkest deeds. The name his men had spoken in fear as he ordered them to turn their weapons on their own countrymen...his countrymen. The name which his people cursed as he bombed them into nothingness, as he rained fire and pain and death on the cities of his homeworld. The name that his own men had spit on in their last moments before they too fell to his power, making his genocide complete but for himself. The name which was engraved in the temple stone in the Chamber of the Great Lords on Pzob. He smiles.
"Now that's a name I've not heard in a long time...a long time. Consider yourself fortunate...you have achieved something that few can claim; you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know me. My Order. My brothers. But I do not remember your presence, and apart from the names Eriadu and Tarkin I know nothing of your...organization. I suppose the logical question would be to ask who you might be."
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 26, 2015 17:04:56 GMT -8
Malvus knew more than Kaan could suspect. For many years, he had been a distant member of the NoE, under a previous name and identity. That identity was burned and charred by the mishap of a Sith ritual and his old name was replaced with his more formal Darth title. The Sith who stood before Kaan was much different than the one who associated before with the Order of the Eye from time to time. Malvus gently strokes one of his tendrils before deciding to speak.
I have been present to this region of space for many years, Lord Kaan. I lived upon the ice ball that is known as Alzoc III for generations under a former name and identity. Yet, despite my distance, I knew of your Order, of your fellow Lords, and associated with them from time to time. For awhile, I once ruled a nation that shared space within the Western Outer Rim with that of the Order of the Eye.
Kaan was a surprise still to Malvus. His appearance was most fortunate, considering how early his plans were. The integration of Lord Kaan and the remnants of the NoE could prove to be most fruitful. What depended upon this union would come within moments from now. Malvus decided, for now, to answer the logical question presented by Kaan.
I was formerly known as Lord Valstrol Horica. Yet now, you may call me Darth Malvus, the Crimson Lord. Though, more formally, I am the true Lord Tarkin who lurks behind the thrones of power I have set in motion.
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Post by Kaan on Oct 27, 2015 9:30:22 GMT -8
Kaan is silent on receiving his answer, taking time to absorb this new information. Vastrol...he knew the name. He had heard it mentioned before by one of his brothers but...when? Ah...yes. The wedding of the Pirate King to Vastrol's daughter, Tyrana. He had not personally been there, but many Sith had spoken of it at the Grand Council. Memories begin to flood back to him...he remembered this one. He nods after a time, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he eases some of the tension out.
"Yes...Horica. I remember your name, though the face is not one I've seen before. My brother spoke well of you. You were a friend to the Order...you seem to be doing well for yourself now, though mine kin seem to have vanished. time for a slight test How fares your lovely daughter?"
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 27, 2015 15:19:14 GMT -8
Malvus's eyebrow goes up slightly at the mention of Tyranna, his adopted daughter. What a curious question to ask out of nowhere. Especially given that Tyranna was a loose cannon, never keeping to one place nor pledging allegiance to one cause. Yet despite her wild personality, the Sith always could trust her personal allegiance.
I last spoke with my daughter when she was on Tatooine with an old friend of the family. She lost her memory some time ago, forgetting her neglectful and seemingly always absent husband. Though, with time, she regained some of it; at least remembering who she was and who I was. At present, I do not know where she is. But I trust that she is staying out of trouble.
The Sith keeps his tone calm, passive and unchanged. His eyes glanced away for a moment, flicking some dust off the corner of the desk before speaking further to Kaan.
I am a Sith of many faces, Kaan. Of many years, such as yourself, from what I have heard at least. I was fortunate to be on good terms with your brothers, with only small tensions rising here and there. It at least ensured we didn't tear at each other just like our forebearers had done before us.
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Post by Kaan on Oct 27, 2015 15:45:37 GMT -8
Good...thought Kaan. He's being honest...open...well, more or less. This boded well in his mind. He certainly wasn't going to anything as foolish as trust him...he wasn't that much of an idiot. But he could extend this man a measure of openness in return, if nothing else to find out what had happened. First things first. The fate of the NOE. Then maybe his brothers and what to do if they had indeed vanished. He stops for a moment, a new idea occurring to him for the first time since his awakening...if they were gone...well, that would mean that all that remained of the Order...was HIS. He smiles, and walks to the window of the office, looking out over the city. His. All his. Perhaps it wouldn't be much...but it could be a great deal. He then remembers he's not alone. He turns back to the rest of the room's occupants.
"True enough...though it seems it wasn't enough for my brothers in the end. They seem to have scattered...I have not been able to sense any of them, nor did I find any clue to their whereabouts on Pzob. The only reason, truthfully, that I came here was for repairs. I thought to perhaps consider my search for them. But it occurs to me that I am missing an opportunity. With them gone...the Order is mine. For certs, I had plans to eliminate them eventually, anyway. Perhaps this time away has done my work for me. But you of course are intelligent enough to know this as well, else I suspect you would not have asked me here. Yet here we are, chatting as old friends...more or less. I assume there is a further reason you have, and a non-violent one at that, else you would have had my vessel blasted out of the sky the moment you realized who...and WHAT...I was."
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 27, 2015 16:05:15 GMT -8
Malvus watches Kaan with a passive gaze. The topic of the Order was something that would eventually come up, the Sith knew this well. For Kaan was not around the the Order's hierarchy mysteriously vanished into thin air. Though, the Sith suspected that Kaan would believe such a vague disappearance. The Order was indeed a mystery to outsiders and it extolled that element of mystery for as long as he had known the Order.
Calmly, Malvus keys a few buttons on the desk, allowing a holoprojector to reveal itself, hidden beneath the floor. He keys it once more, revealing a recording from the planet of Prakith and various military reports hidden within the archives of the former Imperial Remnant of the Deep Core. He calmly gestures to it.
There was but one last military action performed by the Order of the Eye. An encounter between the Order and the Imperial Remnant happened on Prakith, resulting in massive losses to both sides. The Imperial reports indicate that the presence fought were Order Remnants, but still was a powerful threat. Afterwards, their presence from that planet vanished. And from there, the Order mysteriously vanished into thin air. No trace found of what happened or of any causes.
Malvus lets Kaan read what he had pulled out, what had been accessed through the vast resources left behind by Lord Cygnus and inherited by Malvus upon reclaiming his birth right from the decadent uncle. The Sith walks up to the holoprojector as well, keying for the map to focus on their quadrant of the galaxy.
I have plans, Kaan... the Dark Side has greatly weakened and our brethren are scattered like the stars. The Dark Tide is no more, the last string holding it vanished long ago, allowing the corpse to be buried. Korriban was sacked by the Jedi, who believed that attacking that barren world would incite us to anger. We have no use for that tomb world, whose treasures were long taken from it. And, as we speak, the heightened Jedi militancy has been brought to bare against Kashyyyk; destroying the Sith cult that resided there under their God-King.
Malvus gazes at the region of the Outer Rim, eyeing it like a predator or perhaps a man who craved its riches.
I have long watched the stars of the Galactic South, of this part of the Outer Rim... and I have seen its neglect, its unwatched existence... and I have determined a new path. A path to once more make us once more strong and to be an unseen threat to the Jedi and their decadent Republic. Lurking as a pack of predators, waiting to strike once more.
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Post by Kaan on Oct 27, 2015 16:34:10 GMT -8
Kaan is for a time distracted by the reports he is reading, but not so much that he doesn't hear the words of the other Sith. Prakith...he remembered the world...but to be in conflict with the Remnant? That did not make sense to him. What HAD his brothers been doing? And then to suddenly vanish? It was the Sith way when destruction was imminent...which meant something significant had happened. As he perused the records, he saw much that perhaps those who made them did not. This battle at Prakith, for one. Had the full strength of the Order been gathered, Prakith would not have fallen. It would not have mattered what the Remnant had brought; the combined strength of the Great Lords was something that few could withstand. That meant only one thing. Something had happened at the Order's heart...something that prevented them from being gathered. He knew from the records at Pzob that his own forces had disbanded soon after his entombment beneath the ancient Temple. Well...no more. He glanced at Malvus out of the corner of his eye, taking in every detail of his words. The Jedi abroad was never good for anyone...those poncy monks didn't know how to not stick their lightsabers into others' business. And even if he could gather what remnants of his order remained, it wouldn't be enough to withstand them on his own. He needed time, and perhaps allies. Time enough to answer the questions before him, time enough to make himself secure once more, and spread his influence to the far reaches of the galaxy. He needed this Sith, and overall their rough goals were similar enough. He could use him, and he knew Malvus could use him.
"I'm going assume you mean something a bit more...refined than the old Rule of Two. I'm far too old to be anyone's apprentice at this point, and I suspect there is little we could teach each other as it is. But you have peaked my interest...and my guess is that you wish me to play a part in these plans. Would that be correct?"
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 27, 2015 16:48:22 GMT -8
Malvus glances at Kaan at the mention of apprenticeship. The Sith calmly keys the holoprojector to pause for now before speaking.
I have my own apprentice, Kaan; a young lady of great potential. I also have my former apprentice, Vurkar, who is my trueborn son by Lady San Zabar. The Rule of Two cannot be achieved given the vast amount of Darths in this galaxy. The Rule of the Strong was a pitiful philosophy of the Brotherhood of the Sith. And Darth Krayt's Rule of One only provoked feuding among his followers. We will have to determine our own rules in due time...
The Sith pulls up the holorecording from the recent public broadcast that came from Eriadu, unveiling the Greater Seswenna Trade Hegemony, the elevation of the false Ulric and the plans of Ses-Trade. Giving Kaan time to read and listen to the recordings, Malvus spoke further.
Just like with the Grand Plan of the Banite Sith, so do I seek a similar goal. To use a public mask to hide our movements, to utilize the Force to make the Jedi blind to our ambitions, to consolidate this region of space for the future of the Dark Side. Our scattered presence in this galaxy makes us easy targets; especially for the Jedi and their Republic. I need capable people to ensure my plans come to fruition. To rebuild our strength, our ranks, our power. To be hidden in plain view, lurking in the darkness of space... waiting for the right moment to strike again. The virtue of patience, which was emphasized by the Banite Sith, must be employed and utilized to its full extent if we are to be successful.
The Sith looks at the recording as it finishes playing. It had taken a long time to seed this plans. His greatest advantage being that Malvus was a relatively reclusive Sith Lord who kept the Western Outer Rim, rarely venturing outside of it. Even then, his identity remained unknown to the galaxy at large, save for his old name and identity which had long been outdated.
I had long considered the silence of your Order, Kaan, making plans where I could to gain its riches while making the galaxy think that Ses-Trade was eliminating a remnant Sith faction from the galaxy. A means of keeping the Jedi's noses out of our business and ensuring the galaxy believed in the just intentions of Ses-Trade. Yet with your appearance, my plans may have to change. The Order is no more, that is a fact. Yet its munitions and resources are not. Something that could prove instrumental to my cause and to the future of the Dark Side.
Malvus would then proceed to offer a single offer to Kaan.
Kaan, add the resources, manpower, ships and munitions to my cause. Assimilate the Order's resourcefulness to the future goal of these plans. And in return, I will ensure, that when the time comes for us to resurface, the name of Lord Kaan will bring fear and despair as it did before. I will ensure that the Order's resources are used to strengthen our power, expand our ranks and ensure death to our sworn enemies. And, out of gratitude, I will promise you a worthy position within the coming hierarchy; something that you deserve given your skills and capability.
The Sith went silent for a moment, allowing the words to sink into Kaan's thoughts. He then spoke subtly afterwards.
Will you accept?
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Post by Kaan on Oct 27, 2015 17:17:44 GMT -8
So that was it. His plan now laid bare, Kaan can truly consider his next action. Promises from any other he might consider weak and untrue, and even if this Malvus proved to be so, he would have a contingency plan in place. It would take time...time to gather what remained. But this would suit his purposes nicely...he preferred this sort of action...behind the closed doors of the galaxy, waiting until it was the proper time and his enemies were already in the throes of death. He had always told his Brothers the same things, but they never listened. Bacca merely chuckled once when Kaan told him that they shouldn't start a war that wasn't already underway. Let your enemies kill themselves with naught but a soft nudge from you. That had always worked...and this was what Malvus seemed to be proposing. It could work. The Blessed Force help him, it would work. After a while, he slowly nods.
"We have an accord. It will take some time to consolidate what is left of the Order's resources...I should begin at once. The first step, I believe, should be Pzob and Sump. Pzob was home to our Order's shipyard, and Sump was our main center for manufacturing, munitions, and arms. he felt a slight twinge of guilt, revealing the Order's activity, but shakes it off Unless something drastic has happened, I can have them working again soon...though it should look as though Ses-Trade is acquiring them. As far as the galaxy knows, I am long gone with the rest of my brothers. I think it should remain that way for now. I will return to Pzob and begin my work."
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