Impudent Fools.
Always they doubted power, they doubted their own allies, the Dark Force.
Here, Prince Regent Maim, once Dark Lord of the Sith, was offering his time and wisdom to these so called "apprentices of the Darkside." The thing most pathetic, not one deserved the wisdom he would impart.
All those souls of greatness and grandeur, they were already willing servants of Maim and the Crimson Empire. Prepared for war at all times, the great Crimson Empire was among the greatest powers within the Galaxy, and it was folly for these spawn of the Naboo Sith Order to think themselves special.
The simple truth was that only those who followed the lead of Prince Regent Somir would be shown to wealth and power. Soon, this galaxy would tremble, soon the whole of the galaxy would know and fear the Crimson Empire. It was foretold by the Dark Force, it was only a matter of time before the first step in greatness was issued.
Yet still, they would doubt.
The quiet and contemplative Zabrak would plot for himself, and himself alone. His counterpart, the one called Malice Draclau, would end up dead before the day was out, if his tone and attitude did not change for the better.
Athena Somir, Dark Lady of the Force and mate to Prince Somir, she was a powerful ally. In her fist rested control over another, though smaller, empire. The Order of the Sith Vixens.
The great New Order even knew the danger and intellect of Maim, though only in miniscule amounts. Even they did not see the full potential of Dark Lord Maim.
Soon, he would parley this great Crimson Empire into a massive galactic force. Something that may one day rival The New Order itself. But that was perhaps just a dream.
Though Sovereign Protector Silk allowed himself these moments worth of thoughts, his attention was still ever focused on the matters at hand.
He kept his grip on his weapons firm and close, his targets those who were strangers to this place.
Already he had been brought forth to teach Zerxes, a follower of Maim, to speak with respect and reverence. There was no doubt in Silks mind that he would be brought forth again before this meeting was out. He was a weapon, molded and crafted by Maim and other great masters, his every motion was one of danger.
He had been trained first in rudimentary Force techniques, but even that had been advanced. Silk had been proven more worthy then his brothers of the Royal Guard. As such, he had been prepared for the role of Imperial Sovereign Protector long before the rank had been bestowed upon him. He had a mastery of the Force like very few warriors did. Perhaps it was because his training was tuned very much like that of the Sith Warrior, or perhaps the Force Warrior. Whatever the case, he was a master of melee weapons and hand-to-hand combat, as well a master tactician and leader.
If given the room, he would have long ago seen all opposers of the Dark Lord crushed under his iron palm. However, this was not how Maim had wished this meeting to go. Instead, this was to be an option to talk and discuss the future of the Sith.
An opportunity that apparently, not one of these visitors deserved.
So, rather then listen and offer useful advice, they would squabble. They would pass this great opportunity off as below them. Despite the fact that the greatest Sith in the galaxy was willing to hear their words, it would be ruined by self-importance and a big head.
As was so often the case with braggarts like these, they would not recognize the greatness of Lord Maim, but would rather focus intently upon their own supposed-importance. Their own ego would defeat them from learning anything here. It was, as far as Silk could see, only a waste of time. A waste of time belonging to the greatest man Silk had served.
Dark Lord of the Sith, Prince Regent Maim.
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