The Dark Lord's attention was graced to his wife a moment.
"They are awaiting us at the planet."
His answer was kept short and sweet, as he was still deep in silent meditation. His thoughts drifted to his children, Loki for one and how he would preform in this situation, but also the one for which this ship was named. He had sold the last think his son had worked for, for a puny price at that. However, such was the way of things, the way of the Sith.
Some of his children had followed him down the path to the Darkside, while others had chosen the light. Still others chose not to embrace the Force at all. A man's children are his legacy, that and his name itself. For eons to come his name would be passed down in conversations and whispers. His deeds would be spread far and wide, perhaps even past the Galaxies edge and to his own father in the Shadow Empire.
The following confrontation was of little concern, these people would be easily defeated. His thoughts rested upon others. Like his son Nathaniel, and his padawan the young Rhysode. Would they prove to be a nusceance later? Would he be forced to destroy them? At this point, only time would tell.
The Dark Lord felt his body jerk, if slightly, as the ship exited hyperspace and entered normal space. His eyes scanned the horizon of the planet through the dura-plate viewport. Indeed this would be another deed for his legacy.
Once more the Dark Lord's mind roamed, this time to a past meeting with the members of the Naboo Sith Order.
Snack watched as Maim entered the council chambers. He sat forward as the Sith, once apart of the Order, now founder of this new Sith group. Maim spoke, his words sounding of no ill will, or no harmful intent. But the crime was already committed and the Council had already decided the fate.
Snack continued to listen intensively, picking on key words and phrases. When the Sith finished, Snack smiled his evil grin and sat back in his chair.
"You say that together we can expand our grasp on the Galaxy... that we can grow as strong as the "ancient" Sith once were. And you also speak of that if we join you... and what seems to me that if we become a subordinate of you, you say that we can become some of the most powerful Sith in the Galaxy? Only if we join you?"
Snack laughed outloud. His cackle dark and sinister, yet in a jolly showing. It was the biggest piece of humor he had heard since his time as a Sith.
"We already are the most powerful Sith in the Galaxy and we were once united."
His smile turned cold as his jovial face morphed into an expressionless wasteland.
"You slew your loyalty you had with The Naboo Sith Order when you created this new faction. Because of that, we see you and those who follow you whom were once apart of us traitors. You think we take our questioning of new recruits light when we ask of their loyalties?
There is only one Sith conglomerate and we were them. That is how it should be. Your making of a new group is seen as a power play by myself, and in the end can only hurt the Sith as a whole."
Snack paused, looking Maim dead in the eyes.
"Because of that, we fail to recognize you as a Sith faction, but as rogues who do not believe in the true ancient Sith ways. And for that, there will be no merger, no alliance, no team."
The Dark Lord chuckled aswell.
"I do not recall swearing any oath to this group. I did, however, swear one to The Ziost Empire, which is now dissolved. I served this group for a time, and have now moved to my place in the Galaxy. Remain as you are, if that is your wish, I came here out of respect. I shall leave here as I was, your brother in spirit, with no ill will to you or your people."
:: A Dark and Evil presence hits the council room like a shockwave, lesser Sith tremble in fear for what he might do. He is feared through out the galaxy, under his leadership of TNSO the galaxy crumbled. The lights dim and a thick mist forms, covering the ground. The sound of foot steps fills the council chambers. Two glowing red eyes ignite looking over all, the foot steps get closer to the council, as he reaches them the lights go back to normal and there before them stands Darth Phantom The Lord of Darkness. In a deep voice he speaks ::
Snack do you not remember when TNSO was first formed? Do you remember when Mayham betrayed us and started his battle for power? If you do then you also remember that we also allied ourselves with him in the end and we let him continue his fight on Endor, But we shall not be subordinate, not so long as I breath.
"I have not come here to ask for subordinates. I have come to find brothers. I have come to make us one in a single cause. I do not need subordinates, they are a credit a dozen. Subverting more is no large matter. However, Sith of caliber are a rare thing."
With that, the Dark Lord turned to silence, his gaze falling to the Lord of Darkness. It is true, the Lord of Darkness and the Dark Lord of the Sith, had not always been friends. Recently, however, they had come to a mutual respect, an understanding of sorts. Each had his own way, and each was arguably equally powerful. Apart they were threats, together.. together they would be unstoppable.
Zeta kept himself within the shadows of the council chambers, silently observing The Dark Lord of the Sith. Zeta had seen him many a time, powerful in his own right, but Zeta did not like the way he belittled the order he now stood before. He had kept silent, allowing the others to speak, but now it was his turn, and so he would speak.
He stepped out of the shadows, his body completely covered in black. His face was the only thing that could be shown to identify himself apart from the rest of his brethren, who also whore similar black like robes and material.
He spoke, startling some who did not expect him to speak.
"You speak as if we are below you, as if we are not as powerful as the great Dark Lord of the Sith. You come, with offerings..You say we would become some of the most powerful Sith ever to exist, who says we are not.."
Zeta stepped closer.
"You are known as the Dark Lord of the Sith, a title that is not given to just anyone. A title that is passed down into you. I am sure, no one could ever be so bold to call themselves the Dark Lord of the Sith, without earning it in some way shape or form. You are of power, and you have earned your title...."
"..Do not underestimate your brethren, for this order has a long history, just as your empire does. Do not judge until you have been given all the facts, great Dark Lord of the Sith..."
Zeta eyed his Master, trying to read his thoughts on what he thought of what Zeta was saying, yet he could gather nothing, and so, the Sith Knight continued.
"..I have been taught to have respect for my elders, for they are wise and true to the darkness. I was taught to have respect for my brethren as well, in some small way."
His eyes fell back onto the Dark Lord.
"My respect for you, I still give, but I see that you hold none for the brethren before you, for you have belittled this order. Presenting yourself so boldly, Dark Lord of the Sith..."
Zeta gestured to his brethren among him.
"On our own, we too can reign supreme. On our own, we can be powerful and are powerful...However, together, with your empire, and this order, who grow strength in power and in number."
A slight smile formed upon Zeta's lips.
"A sad day it is, Dark Lord, when one such as myself, can acknowledge what can plainly be seen. Yet you, have been around a lot longer than I, yet you choose to think that your actions, and your empire, alone, can make that power unfold and grow, all because of you...."
Zeta laughed, a hint of anger flashing into his eyes. He clenched his teeth, his laughter being cut short. His face hardened, and he stopped clenching his teeth.
"A man, on his own, can be very powerful, but when a group of other men join him, well then, twice the power can be brought forth. However, if that man believes that all that power was brought together because he made it so, and he thinks he rules over those men that came forth to combine with his power, he is no more powerful than when he was on his own..."
He kept his gaze on the Dark Lord of the Sith, a gaze which never seemed to waver, yet seemed confident in it's own right. A gaze that held power, maybe not as powerful as the eyes he locked onto now, that of the Dark Lord, but nonetheless, it held power, power that would one day be as powerful as the eyes Zeta locked onto.
Zeta had impressed the Dark Lord greatly. This one would certainly become strong in the Dark Force. He would certainly be one of the greats, one day. This thought snapped him from his trance once more.
"Send a small group of men into each of the major government complexes. Convey to these people it would be in their best interest I not have to personally visit this planet's surface."
The Dark Lord looked to Athena, his wife.
"This bores me, contact me when the operation has taken the next step."
With that he swung from his seat and moved to the hall which would take him to his meditation chambers.
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