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Korriban was a place that Mikel didn't normally visit, somewhere that held almost no meaning for the Sith Lord. Just another planet, a useless and barren one at that. Yet Mikel found himself here. He found himself in the temple, and in the chambers of a group that he considered worthless. The Sith Council, a group of inferior things that somehow considered themselves something more. He found himself in a meeting room of sorts, wondering why he was even there. And as the questions went through his head, none of them were answered.
He didn't care for the politics of this faction, nor did he care for many of the people in it. A simple glance around, his gaze stopping at a few of the women as it continued. Still the same weakness, I see? The voice was practically River's, Mikel slightly frowing as his gave went over a few of them. A quick realization, and he snapped his attention to the ceiling. Dark Sith Order and Sinne Occasu people, all there, all ready to talk meaningless talk. All ready to do what they needed to do. But Mikel wasn't even thinking about it. At the moment, all he was doing was thinking about women. Then a quick shake of his head, and he let out a sigh.
"I assume we're here for some reason?" A question spoken out loud, something he only assumed that the others were thinking. Once more he took a glance at the people that were attending. Then his glance went to a Sith Master, Lord Fenris, moving to the woman that stood beside him quickly. "You can sit down, m'lady." He attempted to be as well mannered as possible, speaking directly into her mind as she continued to stand there.
Edited by: Mikel Shanshu at: 9/5/07 9:14 pm
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Sith continued to arrive, taking seats next to their friends and mentors-- the people they would fight alongside once the fire started flying. Trucido was completely alone. As his eyes flitted from one grave, somber expression to the next, his thoughts drifted briefly to Remy Gray-- one of the few people he had ever called a friend. Remy had stood by him when Darth Octavian's empire fell, even though they both knew how futile their struggle seemed. He'd probably be sitting over there... Trucido frowned at Monnik's side of the dais.
Remy certainly wasn't present... it was likely that he had died long ago. Trucido breathed a long sigh. Perhaps if he hadn't abandoned Remy and the others, things would be different. If he had never left, what sort of person would be sitting in this room right now? Certainly not the same one Trucido had become.
Trucido vanquished these thoughts with a shake of his head, and realized that someone was speaking.
"I assume we're here for some reason?"
The speaker seemed somewhat familiar... though, Trucido could not think of a name. Idiot... so impatient. His expression wrinkled into a scowl. No, of course not, we're all here to sit and stare menacingly across the room all day... moron. Trucido did not speak, he simply returned to matching people with other people-- trying to determine relationships by their eye movements and body language. It would be useful information once conflict arose.
Edited by: Darth Trucido at: 9/5/07 9:58 pm
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The double doors of the council room had already eased together by the time Sophie reached them. She paused before the sealed gateway, seizing the moment to reassess her composure, dull her anxieties and, in effect, make herself stone. A pair of gloves were folded in the inner pocket of her deep scarlet overcoat. The traditional Sith frock was ankle-length and claps-less, silken fabric accented by thin, golden threads. It fell elegantly over the black bodice and skirt beneath. They were ceremonial vestments... she wore blue when attending Coruscanti affairs.
An unseen flow of energy opened the doors and Sophie strode in, posture precise and head held high, sheathing her hands in her black linen gloves. Soft, un-callused hands... hands that turned pages as opposed to brandishing blasters or swinging swords. She was not a warrior in any respect. She could only meditate on the psyches of her fierce brethren after glimpsing the contents of their minds. At the most fundamental level, there was a fissure that sliced through the Sith collective. It would be a formidable task to bridge that gap.
Many had traveled to Korriban from all across the galaxy. It was a reunion of sorts; familiar faces, people from her recent and distant past, all congregating together in a single room. The last darkside gathering of any notable size had been the appointment of Coruscant’s governor. That conference in no way compared to the day’s prodigious ‘parley’, though. There had not been such an assemblage of Sith since the Force factions consolidated and the New Order was born. Was it ironic or fitting, the Mistress mused, that the council should meet again to seal its death?
Sophie’s senses rolled over the room as she moved. Her blue gaze shifted little, but she did spot recognizable Darth Lords in the crowd. Maize was engaged in a private conversation with most recent pupil. Darth Sennou stood beside his chair, almost at attention. Talon Hinata’s presence was somewhat of a surprise. He was a solemn sight in his clean, white regalia.
She could not afford to permit her mind to delay on any of these figures, however. Fiery eyes were watching hungrily and she knew it was better to remain unfeeling and poised. Domovoi had reserved a seat for her at his side. Sophie couldn’t even greet him with a glance or a touch, although she dearly wanted to. Born into darkness, he had far more experience with the Sith than she. Dom had watched factions rise and fall, leaders blaze brightly and dwindle. He had clashed swords with princes and monsters alike... while she read manuscripts and explored ruins. Enemies of unity lurked in the audience. She needed him to contend with those adversaries.
“Vedui' dalninuki lueth dalninin.” Sophie stood beside her chair and addressed the crowd in their ancient tongue. Sacred words for a scared coven. Her voice was crisp and clear. It carried, audibly and through the force, to every ear, “Xal l‘gareth d'lil nezdous.”
“This meeting is hereby called to order.” She said next in basic, “An open forum, unadjudicated. Every Sith amongst us shall be permitted the privilege to speak.”
Sophie took her seat and gestured symbolically to the chamber’s center, “Would anyone care to make an opening remark?”
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She'd been born with an innate sense of timing, Darron had once told her. Refusing to give their mother ease until the moon had risen in the sky, blood-red and ominous.
The Sith Mistress strode through the halls of the Temple on Korriban, the great fluctuations of power and roiling emotions calling her homeward.
Home.
Despite the upheavals, the countless deaths and agonies she'd suffered, Korriban always held a special place in her darkest heart. It would always be home to Kassandra, the power of the long dead Sith Lords and darkness of the planet would always welcome her to its deadly embrace.
Crimson organza sparkled in the torchlight, the nearly sheer fabric folded and tucked around her every curve, highlighting her perfect figure with a soft embrace. Her shoulders and arms were bare, save for the Sith runes etched deeply into the flesh of her wrists, rippling with crimson energy that pulsed to the beat of her heart. The garment ended at the floor, flaring out just above her knees to offer ease of movement.
Just after Sophie swept into the chamber and called the meeting to order, Kassandra made her own entrance. She paused, raven curls gleaming as they hung loose in a lush profusion to her waist. The only jewel she worse was a cortosis ore pendant, woven with other precious metals for strength, and bearing a dark blood-red crystal with a touch of Maize's life-energy at the hollow of her graceful throat.
She walked slowly, through the room, commanding nearly every inhabitant's gaze. To the empty end of the table, opposite Sophie, carefully measured steps took the Sith Mistress. She set a matched pair of intricately carved silver lightsaber hilts onto the table before her and sat down. Silent, her posture was sensual and commanding at once as she spared a brief smile for Sophie and a gentle mental caress for her husband.
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The skies over Korriban where filled with dark, rolling clouds that buffeted the Lambda-class shuttle that slid through them as if the very world, itself, wanted to cast the invader out. The landing was not a smooth one, nor an easy one in the storm that seemed to be brewing. And that was after the trouble he went through to even get clearance to land.
Everything about coming here seemed like a chore. But, that was of little consequence to the D'xun. He -needed- to be here. His source had mentioned that there would be a meeting that may decide the path of the Sith order. A meeting that may fall into an internal struggle that could modify the order's very existence. A change of -that- magnitude would, certainly, effect the fledgling treaty that the Mando'ade penned up with the Siit. He thought it more than a little prudent to make certain he was present to represent the Mando'ade's interests in this gathering. Whichever way it went.
Upon disembarking, Savin had to take a moment to survey his surroundings. Here he was, standing on the very homeworld of some of the darkest beings life, itself, has ever known. It was odd how -calm- he felt here. The warrior thought it must have been the gloomy skies that reminded him so much of home. Slipping his helm on, the Mand'alore double checked his suit and his myriad weapons, both visible and hidden, before he stalked across the barren lands as if he belonged there.
One would have to wonder how much truth that assumption would acctually contain...
~*This meeting is hereby called to order. An open forum, unadjudicated. Every Sith amongst us shall be permitted the privilege to speak*~
The double doors that led into the chambers would part for a being that was very much -not- a Sith. Even though, he was closer to one then either party may have realized. The Mandalore strode into the room with a strong, regal although somewhat predatory gait. He was adorned in his full, crimson-hued Mandolorian armor. Complete with his prized swords, Adenn Kote and Kyramud be te Ge'tal at his hips. A pair of blades a student of history might have read about before.
His obsidian visor scanned the assemblage before him, committing as many faces to memory as he could, allowing his on-body combat computer, or OBCC, do the rest. He was in the lion's den, to be certain. There was no sense in not being prepared.
A glance allowed a certain few of the statues of ancient Sith to catch his eye. He would Nod his head, respectfully to some of them, as if paying respects to old foes. Upon sighting a few familiar faces in the room, the Mandoalore nodded as he made his way to the nearest seat closest to the door. He wanted to be the first to know if and when someone new was entering the hall.
~*Would anyone care to make an opening remark?*~
"I am Savin, of clan Skirata. Mand'alore be te Beskar'Marev. I am here on behalf of my people to represent Mando'ade interests at this gathering."
His voice was even and clear. Even though his rumbling D'xun accent. The Mandalorian 'delegate' would continue to stand untill he was acknowledged and addressed to, both, ensure he had been properly announced to the attendees and that they all knew that he had an actual reason to be there. It would seem that Savin actually -could- be a reasonable diplomat, after all.
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Onnen stood outside the Council Chambers stoicly. His face a picture of nothing at all. Devoid of emotion. Inside however was a coil of writhng snakes.
His first loyalty was to his Master. Second to The Council. However his Master stood on the side that he himself opposed.
"we need to stop tearing the galaxy apart, and see it for what it is! There are so many worlds to draw on. So many untapped resourses!" He thought.
He settled against the wall and closed his eyes, reciting the Code to himself. It did what he had sought it to do, and calmed him. "There isn't any reason to worry yet. If there is a great scism, I will fight along side my Master. That's all there is too it. Someday I will be strong enough to change this galaxy. He thought to himself.
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"No offence to our respected allies, but Mando'ade interests aren't being discussed at this meeting."
Maleficus watched the Mandalorian carefully, he did respect the Mandalorians but this was a Sith event, he didn't want people showing up to try to steer the Sith in their desired direction.
"If you would like to discuss Mandalorian involvement within the Sith or the nature of our alliance then please organise a seperate meeting."
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil WarNone will recognize me, here.
And I doubt any will care of a Sith Knight long presumed to be dead...oh, if only my Mistress was here.
No longer did he hide behind that veil of the silvery helmet with the reflective faceplate. Yes, while Zan Kyoru was still apt to wear the chromatic armour of the Sith Troopers of old, he now refused to wear the helmet upon his head. Yes, Darth Sothas refused to hide any longer. He had a vengeance - and none would know him by face. Many would not likely know him by name or title. But he did not care; there were very few he wished to see with his own two eyes now. Only one had ever seen his eyes truly. She had experienced more than just the face...but she was gone. Zan could find no more traces of his beloved.
But this meeting had only just begun, and the Sith Knight standing in what was effectively the middle of the room would speak first, now.
Upon the raven-haired Knight's shoulders rested a massive curve-bladed sword. The red-wrapped hilt was easily as long as his forearm, and he seemed not to care how heavy the weapon was. Over his armour lay the typical black cloak of the Sith, covering most of his chest up while his right arm poked out from under that garment. Around the room, Zan looked, knowing full well what he was about to say could very well mark his own doom.
But bravery was always his strong point. He ignored the Mandalorian standing there; this was not his place, upon the desert world. He was not Force-born; the Mandalorians were too weak to be amidst the ranks of the Sith regardless. If the fool would not remove himself, then Zan would quite gladly cut him down in an instant to ensure the meddling of some pathetic being would not drag down his ultimate goal.
"I am Lord Sothas," Zan began in a loud tone, stepping forward to reveal his intents, "and if none shall begin, then I will deign to speak. While it is true I have only returned to the Known Galaxy as of late, what I have seen thus far of an Order that was once glorious...disgusts me. Already, there is a great schism between two groups, just as discernible with the eye as I stand here before you. You clash so easily, and yet, both sides wish to remain in power. And yet, you wish to dominate the Galaxy? At what cost, brethren? Shall you quibble here and fight a petty battle, or shall you simply take to arms and begin the mass murder? Shall those who wish to play at politics attemt to talk those with the brutal intent down, or shall our barbaric brothers slaughter their comrades simply because they do not see eye to eye?"
Harsh tones resounded through Zan's voice now, and he knew that this would not go down well. The hiss in his voice proved that this was not what he wanted to be seeing having just returned, but it was how it was; this was all he could do about it. He insulted each group equally, because he found no favouritism within either. His methods were his own.
"What should be a glorious Order to take the reins of the Galaxy is not. Where does the fault lie, hm? My goal for this Galaxy is complete Sith dominance. I do not care if you are with me, or against me. If you take arms against me, then I will cut you down, no matter who you are. If your goal is not for the good of the Order, then you must also be cut down. A simple matter, is it not?"
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(9/6/07 8:05 am) Reply
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"The good of the Order is what we are here to discuss. We all agree that the goal is Sith dominance, I'm sure. How we get that dominance is the reason for this meeting."
He rested his metal hands on his knees and looked around the room at everyone who had arrived.
"I would like to put forward that we take the galaxy by force. I know there are a great deal among us that feel that this way is the way of idiots and mindless killers and I'm sure that what I think of politics is fairly easy to see. I'm fairly sure that we can take the galaxy by either method, that is not what I am worried about. What I am worried about is that political dominance is not dominance at all, it is a compromise. The people are not under our control, they do what they want, they believe what they want, this is not dominance."
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“Power can be gained however it is decided,” Monnik answered, shifting from his slouch to sit up properly. “The manner in which power is seized will be instrumental in maintaining control.”
“It’s very easy to force submission through sheer military might.” He didn’t hide the glare he gave to the new arrival who decided that berating a horde of tense Sith was a way of attaining unity. “There’s little doubt in my mind that we could claim dominion this way. Forced dominance is the simple option, I agree, and there is merit in simplicity.”
“However, if we have the foresight necessary to succeed, we’ll see that a state of forced submission cannot be maintained forever. The strongest shackles will break when enough pressure is applied, rest assured. Your methods can only breed contempt in the conquered, and with the pressure maintained, that contempt will fester into uprising. There is simply no way for one force to dominate so many.”
Domovoi’s tone was quiet but in his gentleness there was an unusual authority. Despite his apparently relaxed manner, there was a strong intensity just visible beneath.
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Already, only two had spoken, and Zan was finding himself annoyed with the responses given to the assembly. Knuckles tightened around the hilt of the massive weapon over his shoulder, held there simply for support with the blade angled downwards so as to show no ill intent, but there was still a limit. With the flesh upon his hands turning an even whiter shade, he looked to the two debating Masters, black eyes narrowed.
"It is this kind of pointless argument that shows just why this Order has been doomed to failure from the very beginning! You two are debating a point that means nothing! If you would be so kind as to open your eyes, you will realise that the methodology means nothing! If you are so intent on proving that your way is better than the other, you might as well drop your pants now and wave your package around, because what you're doing is no better. There are methods for every situation. Yes, brute force works at times. Yes, political manipulation also works in the right instance. However..."
Sometimes, the Knight found himself ready to remove some heads. Now was one of those times.
"If you are incapable of realising that both are a necessity for the continued stability of this mighty Order, and for our ascension to power, then truly, we are lost. This kind of debate is something we cannot allow to split us. We must stand strong. We must remain the dominant force in this galaxy. If you do not believe in that ideal...you do not belong on this planet."
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“Clearly you’re incapable of comprehending more than what is said in one sitting. Clearly, as your ranking superiors, both Lord Maleficus and I are fully aware of this. If you cannot conduct yourself in a way that makes cooperation possible, slave, you have no place here,” he spat. He was ready to join the arrogant knight on his feet, but remained sitting, scowling across.
“You have no understanding of these matters. They’re above you. Perhaps you ought to study up and return when you can be master of your own mind and tongue. Learn from the apprentice who sits there,” Monnik gestured towards one of the disciple’s who hadn’t spoken. “Learn your place. Shut your mouth, or learn some control. There is a purpose to this assembly and it is nothing to do with you if you cannot do this.”
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"Then if you are so aware of this, my Lord, why don't you, instead of arguing with him, negotiate a better way of conducting this Order? Clearly, if you are not capable of cooperation with your peers, you are not worthy to be a head of this group! Your task is to keep us together and the denizens of the Galaxy isolated, not the other way around!"
For a chance to slay this man where he sat would have been sweet. Clearly, he was a hypocrite who could only pretend to play at enlightenment; while he could only see things in his absolutes, Zan knew what the shades of gray were.
"Our purpose is dominance. Our purpose is to free ourselves from the bonds that tie us down, no matter what they may be, should you know the Sith Code. If you cannot look past your own follies, and realise that we can only do this as one united group without sparking a schism-causing debate that could be completely avoided through real cooperation rather than this falsehood you proclaim so, then your presence is simply a minor fetter for the benefit of the Sith."
Of course, he had more to say - and he would say it.
"Do not try to tell me that I am unimportant. Every Master, Knight and Apprentice is a necessity to this Order, for we are only strong united. Weakness comes through dissent within the ranks. If you truly do understand this...perhaps it is you who needs to learn the art of silence."
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“Are things really so bleak, Lord Sothas?” Sophie asked the raving Sith. Her satin voice, smooth and melodic, contrasted Monnik’s razor-edged tongue lashing. She folded her hands on the tabletop before her, unreadable beneath her shield of calm, “You speak as if this Order is ailing.... Is it?” She questioned again.
“We are stronger now than we have ever been, are we not? Unified, we have more planets in our dominion than we once did, and have only added to those territories. Coruscant is our property and Chandrilla bends to and benefits from our authority. We have bested our enemies at every turn and, despite what some here may claim, we have managed to take full advantage of all our faction’s resources.”
“You say there is no harmony in our methods, Lord Sothas.” Sophie continued, “I do not agree with your perspective. We exercise force when appropriate and we operate with charm and cunning when... delicate.... situations present themselves. This balance of might and meditation, this inclusion of all our respective gifts is what will make us great. ”
“Yet, in light of this, discontent still infects us. Like a plague, it weakens this collective and threatens to consume and kill.” Her eyes alone looked out toward the crowd, “Why, I ask? Was Bespin not enough to satisfy your ravenous appetites for destruction and death? What of Naboo... shall we burn the temple again to sate you? I am sure some accord can be reached without disrupting the composed control we have established on worlds like Coruscant and Chandrilla.”
“Some populaces can be battered into submission, but others must be seduced.” The Mistress concluded, her manner still cool and reserved, “There can be no extremes... it is folly to think that one approach can dominate over the other. We must be both cautious and decisive or we doom ourselves to failure.”
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"This order shall ail if a debate regarding methods causes a divide, Lady Maurow. It is best to prevent a wound than to have to heal it after it has been caused. And I do not say there is no harmony in the methods...only in those who believe their way is the one true way."
But he was glad to see that there were people in this Order that understood the factors of unity and balance between methods. Finally, perhaps, there was something that resembled a guiding light. Perhaps there would be some sanctity amidst a maelstrom of insanity and ignorance. Perhaps this Order would be saved by a guiding light.
Maybe Zan would be able to see a truly-united Order come of this. But if he did not, then he would need to take up his blade and fight for the continued balance of the darkness - and its ultimate victory over the accursed Light.
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(9/6/07 10:22 am) Reply
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As the debate began, Fenris watched those involved with idle curiosity. The topic of discussion that had arisen was a predictable one; the doves and hawks were not satisfied with one another. In effect, their methods were counter-productive. A well-placed word was undone by a well-placed fist, and the wounds of brutality were not nearly so lasting when soothed by a benevolent tongue. Some believed that the two approaches could be used to compliment one another, whilst others saw the methods of their peers as ineffectual.
At the crux of it all, however, there was one point of contention: order. Order and unity, two words which had already been waved about like little flags of hope. There was talk of taking the galaxy by the reigns, of unification as a necessity for the group as a whole to assume control. Whether they had aspirations of becoming lauded monarchs or feared despots, it was all the same.
“Order? Harmony?” Fenris laughed, openly. He could scarcely believe what he was hearing.
“Peace is a lie,” he spat. “There is only passion.”
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“What, precisely, do you think guides us, Darth Fenris? Apathy?” The Lady countered in a quick quip, “Of course there is passion. It is passion that holds us together. Do you think most of us would be allies if we did not all posses the same motivating desire?”
“Galactic Empire.” Sophie breathed and then paused, permitting the word to hang in the air.
“That is what we all want, or am I mistaken? That is what I want.” She put forward in a clean a simple voice.“Some of us have little in common, save for our passion to reign over this galaxy. Passion provokes us to cooperate so that we may attain this goal. Passion makes these trials and the struggles worth while. Passion leads us to sacrifice now so that we may, one day, reap a fruitful harvest.”
“This harmony is not comfortable, but it is necessary. I want us to prevail so earnestly, that I am willing to negotiate with warriors because I know...” She spoke again, "I know a mind cannot exist without its body. Each of us have specialized strengths and individual purposes. We need each other in order to prosper indefinitely.”
Darth Fenris Sith Master Lord of Chaos
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(9/6/07 11:26 am) Reply
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War“Negotiation, compromise, sycophancy...” Fenris shifted restlessly in his chair, his voice a low growl. His was attention focused solely upon Sophie Maurow, now. The scar on his hand burned fiercely as the Unspoken turned its great, lidless eye towards the meeting of the Sith Council. “It grieves me to see what the Sith have become, how such potential is wasted, all for the sake of a few petty planets and their worthless masses. Your mercy is sickening.”
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Kassandra's arrival brought a sensual smile to Maize Wayne's lips. How they had argued and debated over the years whether or not they would both return. How he had privately begged for her to come back to Korriban with him, but she'd refused time and time again because of the rest of their family. And now... there she was, looking luscious and back on one of the worlds where they had begun, together.
At last.
He nudged her back through their lifebond, winking at her as she took her seat. Maize had remained with his back against the wall, literally, Shakti standing close-by.
The Mandalore, or whatever he was supposed to be, did not belong. But it seemed that chaos and rebelliousness were the standard for the day already, so Maize simply smirked and watched the Sith yell and debate his presence. He couldn't help but think to himself - that in another time and place - even the Mandalore would've been slain on the spot for the intrusion.
“Some populaces can be battered into submission, but others must be seduced.”
While the conversation moved forward with Darth Fenris' input, Maize chuckled openly. He grinned in Sophie's direction, greatly enjoying her choice of words. Submission? Seduction? Oh how he enjoyed such topics. Maize looked to Kass, sending her an invitation to the caverns after the infernal meeting had ended. She'd know what that meant.
Ambivalent One
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(9/6/07 11:43 am) Reply
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Others had begun their babbling talks of unity, prosperity, unity... traits the young Marzullo had seen no hide nor hair of so to speak. This order had long been divided before this moment in time; lines that possibly could not longer have hope into being blurred together. Raine had never been keen on politcal arts to pursue dominance and after all she had been molded into thrist for bloodshed and absolute dominance. Bluish lips thinned as azure eyes sparkled with annoyance as the idoiocies been displayed. Such childish endeavours that would only be diminished in the future to unfold.
"I motion against you, Lady Maurow. You speak of ways in which we take a lighter approach to certain situations and then use brutal force in others. You speak as though you're a Jedi. Your tongue is poisonous and your methods will seal our damnable fate."
For a moment, Raine reflected on the knowledge she possessed. This situation was delicate and their would be no time for passifying another's intentions nor stroking their egos.
"I declare faith in what Lord Sothas says. We are Sith... we are the darkness. We are what they fear and the great ones of the past would not tolerate such peaceful negotiations. This is by far most vile and decietful. The strongest of our ancestory have not relied on negotiations of any compassionate endeavours to carve their way into history. Such moments are the seeds that sow the downfall of cultures, civilizations... of orders. What I speak is true."Edited by: Raine Marzullo at: 9/6/07 11:45 am
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“You reference history, yet you choose to ignore its lessons.” Sophie did not address the Sith Knight by her name, but she did hold the Marzullo youth in steady glare, “To what great Sith are you refereeing? How did they accomplish galactic domination and how long did they reign?” There was a pale undercurrent of chiding in the Lady’s voice.
“From its conception to its fall, the Old Republic stood for 25,000 years.” She informed, “Perhaps the forefathers of our ancient faith would not agree with this new methodology of compromise and reason. In regards to supreme rule, however, it is wise to emulate them? Did they manage to topple the great Republic and seize control for themselves? Has any Sith institution succeeded so comprehensively, so absolutely, for so long?”
“Follow in their footsteps, act as they would and do as they did, and we will only be vanquished as they were... and forced back into obscurity. Learn from their mistakes and improve upon their methods and we can finish what Palpatine started, the only Sith to succeed in bringing the Republic to its knees, and prevail where he failed.” Sophie ignored the child’s supplementary insults for a time and turned again to Darth Fenris.
“You misconstrue my meaning...” She corrected him, “... by equating strategy with mercy.” Reclining back in her seat, Sophie seethed silently, “How predictable.”
Ambivalent One
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(9/6/07 12:58 pm) Reply
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War"My refrence is simply to those of far more great worth than you would know of. While these Sith you speak of had not accomplished what this order has done was surpassed by others of the same league. Do not be so quick to jugde that you, the scholar, know everything of the past. Caution is to be made with and every situation no matter how dire or simple be handled with a delicate touch. Thus I do not mean by wasting time in talk where action could be made. Nothing happens by talk alone and mercy is an emotion that is much like a snake in the grass. This emotion is one that treads on much dangerous ground."
A gentleness filled within azure orbs as their gaze was left unwavering upon the other female; Raine would not tolerate such foolishness from one who was so easy in emotion. She had not been so quick to judge Sophie nor anyone whose views were shared with her. In fact, she quietly weighed them in with her own beliefs, which her ture intentions were still yet to be known.
"Do not think that I am not listening to the meanings of your words or factoring in what importance the actions you speak of could have on this order's future."Edited by: Raine Marzullo at: 9/6/07 1:48 pm
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War
Her gloved fingers slid across the back of the chair that Master Fenris occupied. Prior to the opening of the meeting, Adrasteia's mind moved in many directions, seeing many possible outcomes for the business at hand. The thought that the faction would be torn asunder and thus weakened weighed heavily on her mind. Her brow furrowed as she tried in vain to see the end result, but could not. Too many were, as yet, undecided.
The mark on the back of her hand, burned. Her eyes rolled, then her lids shut as she was hearing some voice from within. Whispers teased through her mind, His voice telling her to ignore the warnings of the Sith of old and heed His will. Let the war come. The diplomats and seekers of order were making a grave mistake in assuming that those on the side of might and power were mindless. Let them keep the impression, and when the time is right, strike out and rid them from the galaxy...
"You can sit down, m'lady." A voice, not of the spirit realm, all too physically near, spoke into her mind.
Adrasteia turned her haunted violet gaze on the Sith Master before her. Not one she was familiar with. Her eyes took in his measure an decided that it was with a mixture of amusement and respect that he spoke, not out of rudeness or command. In kind she responded in his own mind.
"If I so desire to sit, I shall. You may depend upon it, my Lord." With that she threw her mental shield up once more and returned her attention to the meeting as it was opened and commeneced with the expected bickering.
Lord Sothas commanded the floor for a rather lengthy dissertation on one of the possible outcomes, mirroring her former thoughts. It would weaken the faction as a whole to allow this rift to expand. Although his thinking was not flawed, his approach was a bit zealous for her own liking, he revealed far too much..
Lady Maurow..
“This harmony is not comfortable, but it is necessary. I want us to prevail so earnestly, that I am willing to negotiate with warriors because I know...”
She spoke of necessary harmony, in the midst of the Sith Temple on Korriban? Adrasteia couldn't hide the surprise from her features at that one. Whatever she had expected, it was not a lecture on harmony. Nor the fact that Lady Maurow was willing, as she had put it, to negotiate with warriors. Clearly the Lady was lowering her standards greatly to confront what she saw as riff raff. The very idea was offensive. Adrasteia frowned. Her opinion of Lady Maurow just dropped a notch, she had thought her a woman of both action and words. It was dissapointing, but also the purpose of the meeting today. To find out where everyone's ideals set them.
"I know a mind cannot exist without its body. Each of us have specialized strengths and individual purposes. We need each other in order to prosper indefinitely.”
It seemed also that she fancied herself the brains of the Sith Council and set those who opposed her as mindless brutes with not a half a brain between them.. It was as He had told her. The Others assumed them incapable of thought and tactics. In the end, it would be their undoing.
For the time she would remain silent and listen to His voice, seeing where the rest of her brethren would lay their loyalty. With those in favor of harmony, or those in favor of power.
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Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War
Predictably enough, little headway was being made. In Trucido's eyes, the other side of the dais had done nothing to dispel the truth of Master Maleficus's words.
Political dominance is not dominance... they are not under our control, they do what they want, they believe what they want.
That makes sense.
The politicians across the room responded that domination through force will create uprising. We are stronger than ever before... once our rule has been asserted, no one will be able to rise against us. They will try, of course, but they will fail... and the more times they fail, the more discouraged they become.
Master Maurow seemed to think that it was necessary to seduce some and overpower others. That makes no sense... no sentient race in the galaxy does not understand fear. What possible situation would call for sweet-talking that could not be solved by raw power?
The loud, annoying knight who enjoyed speaking up every chance he got was truly clueless. He seemed to think that there was no point to this meeting... that the most powerful Sith in the galaxy were participating in some pointless debate about what color of robes they should all wear. Idiot... if we can not agree, we can not work together. If harmony was the only way, there would be no reason for us to argue at all. Clearly, it is not. Rule by fear or rule by seduction... we can not have it both ways.
Then, another woman spoke up. Trucido peered intently at Raine. There was something so familiar about her. Images of Auron, Zoe and Athena flashed through his mind. Huh... I should have guessed. Wherever there are sith, there will be a Marzullo.
Trucido remained silent throughout all of the proceedings. If the politicians, by some miracle, managed to convince Maleficus that he was wrong... that would be that. Not likely.Edited by: Darth Trucido at: 9/6/07 6:04 pm
Re: Fragments of Faith - The Sith Civil War
Throught out the tirade of Lord Sothas, Onnen stood at full attention to the waves of the Force. Though he could not hear the words spoken, their effect lingered in the Force. More anger. More discord. This was the way of things, he supposed, yet hated it. Unity would prove so much greater than discord, but he feared that a splitting of the ways was innevitable.
It weighted on him how things could change, and how they could repeat prior mistakes as if they were mearly actors on a grand stage, performing an age old play for the galaxy to see.
He lightly touched his Lightsaber under his cloak, as a child would touch his smother tio make sure that she were still there. In this world it was his sole friend, and greatest ally in the physical realm. A part of him, as he was a part of it. He would stand ready, and alert. Both to the world around him , and to his unruly tongue, which he knew would betray him if he opened his mouth and gave it reign even for an instant.
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