Private (Factional) Fragmentation or Fermentation?!

[Sharkk]

It was roughly about time for the Dark Lord of The Sith to hold another minor gathering of his fellow Dark Siders and followers once more. And where was this event to be held? Korriban? Ziost? Some other planet of worth? Nay....Sebastian would keep with his strict regime of holding these vents on board a ship in space, to keep moving was to keep surviving in times like these. Beyond this there were other more minor reasons Sebastian saw worth in when it came to giving speeches on a spacecraft rather than a balcony of some mansion on Naboo. Gathering a number of Sith within his former flagship the Diamond-class cruiser dubbed "The Validus" the Dark Lord would finish his breakfast before then strolling out into a slimmer hallway that would proceed to lead him out into one of the main halls onboard the ship. And it was here many would assume he'd be met by guards or escorts, but in reality Sebastian always kept the like out along the platform where he gave his speeches, seeing no need to be protected on his way to give words.​

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Now while this had proven true thus far it would in turn now act as a double-edged sword and offer the Dark Lord his potential downfall. This would come in the form of an attack, an assassination attempt on his life. Picking up on ripples in The Force only as the attack unfolded Sebastian would then use The Force to call his lightsaber hilt to his hand, igniting it's trigger with the will of his mind alone so that by time he gripped his weapon it was already glowing brightly. With a violet beam humming to life it'd meet the length of a matching red beam, the two hissing on contact and sending sparks about, though this intensity was nothing compared to the fire inside of the Dark Lord's now hateful eyes. Not even urged to speak the Dark Lord instead would test his would-be-killer's strength while pushing back against them then before swiping them away. Nigh assured that he and his foe were evenly matched, if he didn't have a slight advantage due to his own lankiness the Dark Lord would take a step forward without skipping a beat from the swipe, immediately lunging in, but dipping low as if to stab at his target's knees. Watching them like a viper watched a bird the Dark Lord would trace his opponent's movement while at the same time mimicking their path, following them as they attempted to jump into the air and back against the wall. Perhaps they aimed to stay there for a moment or perhaps they had aimed to bound off of the wall for a double jump...regardless Sebastian would instead meet them there wherein he'd literally crash into them.​

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Smashing the traitor into the wall Sebastian would also aim the top of his head just right so that the angle would allow him to headbutt them somewhere within their face. Repositioning himself then the Dark Lord would aim to turn and throw his target to the floor though it would be Sebastian instead who was kicked aside, close enough to a door panel that it'd slide open, revealing the platform ahead wherein guards waited and further still were the other multitude of Sith awaiting a speech.​

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Finally coming to speak then the Dark Lord would also aim his open right hand toward the guards, "Wait....."​

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Cracking his neck from side to side Sebastian would then motion for the assassin-wannabe to attack him freely again, the goading proving fruitful as they'd enter a blitz filled with their ear piercing battlecry. Becoming a blur of wild strikes might've overwhelmed many, perhaps even most...if they were untrained. But, this was what Sebastian had been trying to weed out from his Sith, he didn't just want to stray away from infighting, he wanted to stray away from weaknesses such as relying solely on emotions, relying solely on the Dark Side? No, Sebastian's Sith needed to rely on themselves first and foremost, that was where power was and it was the Dark Side that was merely a tool to enhance said power.​

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Whispering to himself the Dark Lord would then strike at key moments, hitting key points to bring his foe to a sliding halt on the floor just a couple of feet onto the platform ahead. "Weakness is what spurs the ignorant."​

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A true statement, but one that Sebastian knew that he himself fell victim to from time to time, though he did his best to grow from each mistake he made least he stall and become no better/akin to the ilk like the whelp crawling along the platform now. Slowly striding over to them the Dark Lord would turn his lightsaber off before returning the hilt to his belt, using his left hand to grab the fallen assassin by the collar before drawing them up and onto the railing that framed the platform. Looking out to all who had been exposed to the attack, the Dark Lord would then draw his Sith Sword, forged from his own blade and Ludo Kressh's blade. Holding it high and to the side the Dark Lord would finally speak aloud to his people.​

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"Let the fever that is rebellion draw all traitors to the forefront where their weakness can be culled before it dare spread! And let the weak....fall."​

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Just then, instead of driving his Sith Sword into his dying foe's body the Dark Lord instead would tip them over which forced the assassin over the platform's railing and thus sending them to a sickening thud down below to the Diamond-class cruiser's hangar floor. Raising his sword even higher then for a few moments the Dark Lord would take to placing it upon his back again before placing both hands on the railing, ignoring the corpse below.​

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"My Sith we continue to rebuild from the CIS' war with the Republic, our numbers and resources grow overnight, every day! Our alliances with the Mandalorian Dominion and the Galactic Empire hold and dare I say we continue to be the party who benefits most from these unions?​

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The gilded age I promised will be achieved and it will be our great Sith Confederacy that not only brings this age about, but reigns supreme over it as well. It is only through our iron guidance that the galaxy can truly prosper, the Sith know no limits like the Core-loving Republic and Jedi, the Sith know no greed like the Empire, and the Sith do not know prideful downfalls like the Mandalorians.​

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My Sith Confederacy, we only know prosperity!​

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And we indeed shall make the galaxy prosperous!"​

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[Fallini]

As I, T'saali, stood in the cold shadows aboard "The Validus," my gaze fixed upon the spectacle before me with a sense of growing unease. The Dark Lord Sebastian's swift handling of the assassination attempt, while impressive, was but a fleeting moment of order in the chaotic maelstrom that was the Sith Confederacy. Around me, the undercurrents of ambition and betrayal within our ranks were as palpable as the electric hum of Sebastian's lightsaber.

Sebastian's rousing speech, promising a gilded age under the Sith Confederacy's reign, seemed almost laughable to me. Did he not see the chaos that simmered just beneath the surface? The constant power struggles, the backstabbing, the unending hunger for dominance - this was not the order I craved. It was madness, a far cry from the structured discipline of the Galactic Empire. I couldn't help but lament my choice. Had I waited, had I chosen the Empire, I might have found the true order I sought.

Yet, as I watched Sebastian command the room, I acknowledged the opportunity this chaos presented. Here, in the tumult of the Confederacy, I could rise, gain power, hone my skills. My unrelenting pursuit of order had led me down a dark path, one where the ends justified the means. The dark side had twisted my once noble quest into something more sinister, a near-insane obsession with enforcing order and justice at any cost.

Sebastian's display of strength, as he effortlessly tossed the would-be assassin to their death, was a stark reminder of the brutal efficiency that the dark side afforded. A part of me reveled in the ruthlessness of it all. The weak were culled, and the strong prevailed - this was the order of nature, the order I sought to impose on the galaxy.

In the charged atmosphere of "The Validus," as Sebastian spoke with fervor, a sense of clarity enveloped me. The dark side, which I had embraced, seemed not a source of corruption, but a beacon guiding me towards my righteous goal. My conviction in establishing order and justice in the galaxy felt unshakeable, my purpose unclouded by any doubt.

As Sebastian raised his sword, his words echoing promises of a new era, I felt empowered. This was the moment, the opportunity I had been waiting for - to carve out a galaxy shaped by my principles, my understanding of order. The cost of such a pursuit never crossed my mind; what mattered was the end result, the realization of my vision.

Amidst the resounding applause and cheers of the Sith, I stood, my thoughts singularly focused. I was a man on a mission, driven by an unrelenting pursuit of order, a pursuit I believed to be noble and necessary. The dark side was my ally, a powerful tool in my quest to impose a new structure upon the galaxy.

The path ahead seemed clear, illuminated by the conviction of my ideals. In the chaos of the Sith Confederacy, amidst ambitious minds and power plays, I saw my opportunity to ascend, to bring about the change I envisioned. The dark side was my strength, and with it, I would shape the galaxy into an embodiment of order and justice, as I saw fit.

 

[Sharkk]

About twenty-four minutes into the gathering/later....​

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Having finished speaking and taking any questions the meeting had shifted into more of a gathering as those who chose to linger began to converse and such. Amidst this Sebastian, the Dark Lord of The Sith, would send out various attendants to contact an assortment of individuals...ones that he either had high hopes in [aka wanted to test] or was confident in their skills/assets. These attendants would find said individuals and inform them of the Dark Lord's wishes rather than handing them a datapad, this was done not only to ensure secrecy, but to also possibly apply a bit of personalization behind the gesture rather than seeming detached.​

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One of these individuals in particular was none other than the Sith Lord and Confederate Admiral T'saali a man with no claim to a Darth Title, but instead a claim to a colorful past/history that afforded him such high praise in the Dark Lord's eyes regardless. And while the opportunity being given to T'saali was rather unusual for someone of his rank/title, the task was still offered. Whispering to the Sith Lord the attendant would speak only what they needed to, nothing more, nothing less...​

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" the dark lord wishes for you to use your resources and or skills to acquire a gifted individual, bring them back alive or on ice...."/i]​

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Meanwhile the Dark Lord/Sebastian himself would continue to openly stroll amongst those still gathered about, nodding to some, shaking hands of others, but most importantly...observing everyone.​

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Malcharion, the War-Sage, had been summoned from the Daimar Sector where he had begun to slowly plot the conquest of the wider sector away from the disorder that had embroiled it. The conquest of Randor was fresh in his mind and the news of Malcharion's conquest had reached the Dark Lord and the Dark Council. Malcharion, accompanied by his cadre of loyal Sith, had boarded The Validus and given their attendance to the Dark Lord of the Sith. Malcharion, standing off on a hangar gangway folded his arms and watched as the Dark Lord swatted aside a would-be assassin. Qa motioned to assist the Dark Lord but Malcharion stayed his ambition. +No.+ Malcharion reached out to his apprentice, the Ualaq nodded. The assassination and its attempt was futile, Darth Validus had been a potent combatant and he once again displayed how he assumed the mantle of Dark Lord of the Sith.

Following the Dark Lord's speech, Malcharion had begun to mingle with the other Sith and Confederate officials. One praised his efforts on Radnor while others wished to know his plans for the planet. The War-Sage offered them little information, he had brought with him a representative of the High King to meet with several other Sith to discuss agreements for war material, a representative of Warmaster Remus Kelbor was also present and had stolen the personal attention of Malcharion for a moment. Malcharion's cadre was never out of arms reach and they had flanked him, providing him protection from those who were hostile towards this upstart Sith. Malcharion felt the ripple in the Force as the Dark Lord drew near, Malcharion eyed the Dark Lord, briefly capturing his eye and Malcharion nodded to him.

 

[Fallini]

Amid the gathered Sith and officials aboard "The Validus," T'saali stood apart, his gaze coldly analytical. The ceremonial nature of the gathering, with its grandiose speeches and superficial mingling, seemed to him an unnecessary diversion from more pressing matters. In T'saali's mind, such events were trivial compared to the urgent need for order, particularly in the chaotic realms like the outer rim.

When an attendant discreetly relayed the Dark Lord's request to T'saali, he internally dismissed it as a minor chore. Tasked with capturing a gifted individual, T'saali saw it as a simple mission, yet one that presented an opportunity to demonstrate his unwavering commitment to the Dark Lord's cause.
T'saali's thoughts often drifted to the disarray of the outer rim. Each moment at this gathering felt like a delay in his relentless quest to instill structure in the galaxy's lawless territories.

His attention eventually settled on Malcharion, the War-Sage, known for his military involvement in the Daimar Sector. Though T'saali was not one to offer compliments lightly, he recognized a strategic mind when he saw one. Approaching Malcharion, T'saali saw an opportunity to discuss matters of real substance, perhaps gleaning insights useful for his own objectives.

"Malcharion," T'saali began, his voice devoid of warmth. "I understand you're planning your campaign in the Daimar Sector. The disorder there is rampant. What strategies do you intend to employ to bring it under control?"

As T'saali engaged Malcharion in conversation, his mind was sharp and clear, devoid of any doubts or internal struggles. His lifelong disdain for disorder was as strong as ever, serving as an unyielding guide in his pursuit of order. The chaos that sometimes resulted from his actions was, in his view, a necessary step towards the greater goal of a structured and disciplined galaxy.

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Malcharion admitted to himself that he had not seen the approach of Admiral T'saali, the ripples and waves in the Force had been difficult to discern. There had been so much raw power in one location that sometimes it was difficult for the War-Sage to pick out those who approached and passed by. Malcharion heard his name called and turned, he was met with a demonic looking Chiss and Malcharion raised an eyebrow to the Chiss; he vaguely knew of the man but he did not know him personally. Malcharion nodded his head to the Admiral and Sith Lord as he began to proceed with his conversation; he began to speak of the recent conquest of Radnor in the Daimar Sector and Malcharion's recent conquest of the planet and the expansion to the wider system and eventually the whole sector.

"I am Admiral." Malcharion curtly replied. "The conquest of Radnor has yielded the Sith with considerable options in the region. The Radnoran clans have provided their technical knowhow and begun a massive repair operation to fleets that were withdrawn from holdout areas near Imperial space." Malcharion offered order in the face of disorder. "I've begun recruiting and development of localized forces to ensure that the sector and future campaigns have local resources." Malcharion expanded on his efforts in collaboration versus outright occupation. "I have found that utilizing local forces, such as the Radnoran throngs and the new Radnor Auxilia, it reduces the chances of rebellion because the population is far more tied to the planet's defense and success."

The High King of the Radnoran's was working to develop arms and armor for the Sith, in addition to other elements that they were now no longer prevented from doing. Guilds and like sprung to life on Radnor. Malcharion had learned a thing or two about governance when he departed for his brief, secret service as an Inquisitor in the Galactic Empire, one of the required components of his training was governance and galactic politics, something he excelled at. "I've chosen the course of cautious collaboration over outright occupation and it appears to be working." While Malcharion might be in the minority of Sith that had formalized training on the matter, he was not afraid to tighten the leash when necessary.

 

[Fallini]

As Malcharion detailed his strategies in the Daimar Sector, T'saali couldn't help but express his thoughts aloud. "Your approach is unexpectedly measured, Malcharion. In a Sith Confederacy often driven by raw, unbridled emotion, your level-headed strategy is a rare quality. It's refreshing to see a fellow Sith who understands the necessity of mastering one's emotions and the dark side, using them as tools rather than letting them take the helm."

T'saali paused, his mind reflecting on his own principles of governance. "I have long advocated for the efficiency of droids in enforcing order. The impartiality and unyielding nature of machines make them ideal enforcers of law. I once proposed to Count Dooku the idea of a judiciary system run entirely by droids, capable of dispensing justice swiftly and without bias. It's unfortunate that the Separatist Parliament failed to see the merit in such a system. Their rejection was a failure to embrace a more orderly and controlled approach to governance."

He studied Malcharion carefully, his eyes sharp. "Your strategy of employing local forces and encouraging collaboration is an intriguing balance of control and cooperation. It aligns with an orderly approach, albeit in a more nuanced manner than I would usually advocate. Yet, the effectiveness of such a strategy cannot be overlooked."

T'saali's thoughts were clear, focused on extracting as much strategic insight as possible from this interaction. "However," he continued, "there's always a risk of rebellion when the populace is involved in their own governance. How do you plan to maintain a tight grip on the sector while fostering this sense of collaboration? And what are your contingency plans should the local forces turn against the Confederacy? "

T'saali's question was probing, seeking to delve deeper into Malcharion's tactics and understand his perspective on maintaining a delicate balance between control and collaboration.

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

"Emotion can be directed towards progress." Malcharion almost laughed as he said that, it sounded shockingly un-Sith but Malcharion was not your typical Sith, a lot of the Sith here weren't. The concept of the "Sith" was in its infancy and what they knew and understood was incredibly limited, it was rudimentary and the exploration of Sith Space had only just begun with the development of a campaign for Sith Space, it had yet to seriously progress. "What I mean by that, is that the Dark Side and the teachings of the Sith lend itself to the development of a base of power meant to further accelerate ones ambitions and further the Sith's ultimate goal..." Malcharion paused. "Galactic dominion." Malcharion folded his hands behind his back, a lull of comfort came over him as he spoke to the fellow Sith. "The Dark Side is meant to be harnessed, utilized and exploited as a tool of our ultimate goals, the ultimate victory."

Malcharion continued to exchange words with the Sith Admiral, enjoying the conversation outside of the usual guttural arguments and choleric nonsense that happens frequently. "Droids are indeed useful." Malcharion conceited to the Admiral. "However the concept of utilizing droids for everything leaves me concerned. Droids do not fear, do not hesitate, with the proper work they can be utilized against the Sith." Malcharion continued. "While I think the automation of some practices could be done via droids, I think ultimately the concepts you are proposed are best carrier out by our very own Sith but I concede that the implementation of it on a smaller scale could be particularly useful on large worlds and worlds that require large amounts of justice."

Malcharion came to enjoy the conversation as it progressed, the Admiral and him, despite some differences, shared a keen eye for governance and politics something that most Sith had not delved quite into. "The localization of forces leads to your second point. The Radnor Auxilia and the Radnoran throngs and clans are diametrically opposed. The Radnoran's and the human colonist that landed on the planet have fought time and time again, mostly over resources and the like. The desire of the Radnoran humans that are in the auxilia, they desire peace and the Radnoran proper, desire an expansion of their under-empire and to hone their craft. I enforce peace between them and when one of them becomes an issue? The other is the mailed fist that crushes them." Malcharion knew that when push came to shove the Radnor Auxilia would be more loyal, the Radnoran throngs and clans had their own loyalties but he had already begun weaving a network of loyal clans and throngs that would replace the current leadership should it be necessary.

 

[Fallini]

"Malcharion, your strategy with the Radnoran factions is commendable," T'saali began, his tone carrying the weight of his thoughts. "It reflects a level of control and manipulation that I believe should be a model for our internal structure and teachings." Tsaali was quick to focus in on the subject of the Sith rather quickly. It was a subject he had thought about in length. "But let's consider our own Sith Code and how it contrasts with the Jedi teachings."

He paused, ensuring his words resonated. "The Jedi advocate for the complete removal of emotion, a path of denial and avoidance. Our Sith Code, however, starts with 'Peace is a lie, there is only passion.' This is not an invitation to chaos, but an acknowledgment of our driving force."

T'saali's eyes were unwavering as he continued, "Through passion, we gain strength, and through strength, power. This progression from passion to freedom demands mastery, not mere indulgence. This is where we differ from the Jedi's path. We embrace our emotions, but with the wisdom and discipline to control them."

His expression hardened slightly, underlining the importance of his next point. "Yet, our newer Sith members risk being overwhelmed by their emotions without proper guidance. To avoid the chaos of uncontrolled passions, we need a disciplined approach in our teachings."
T'saali, maintaining his measured tone, leaned in slightly, addressing Malcharion with a sense of urgency. "We stand at a critical crossroads, Malcharion. The Sith Confederacy's immediate future hinges on how we navigate this. Our best and brightest are essential for instilling order and leading the front lines. However, this focus on external conquests may come at the cost of neglecting our internal teachings, leaving our newer members ill-equipped to control their own powers."

He paused, ensuring the gravity of his words was fully appreciated. "This imbalance could lead to short-term victories but at the risk of long-term sustainability. The unchecked emotions of our newer Sith could become a liability, potentially unraveling the very fabric of the order we strive to establish."

T'saali's gaze was piercing as he continued. "We must find a balance. It's imperative that while we expand and assert our dominance, we also nurture and guide our acolytes in mastering their emotions. The path to true power, as opposed to the Jedi's belief in emotional suppression, lies in controlled harnessing of our emotions. This isn't just about achieving power; it's about sustaining it."

T'saali, momentarily lost in his own contemplations on absolute order, suddenly halted, aware that his inner monologue had almost spilled into a speech. His pursuit of ultimate order often led him down paths of deep, critical thought, even in the midst of conversation. Refocusing on Malcharion, T'saali's expression sharpened, his voice cutting through his previous train of thought with precision. "What are your thoughts?" he asked pointedly. The response to this question intrigued him the most, as it would reveal much about Malcharion's own alignment with T'saali's vision of order within the Sith Confederacy.

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Malcharion listened to the Chiss and became aware that the Chiss was pontificating his own views on the Sith and the Sith Code, but sooner realized that he was providing his view on the Sith Confederacy and how he believed it should be ruled. Malcharion nodded and accepted the Sith Admiral's praise, he welcomed it and it meant that someone at least shared the appreciation for his efforts on Radnor and the wider sector. While Malcharion indeed wanted to build up a personal power base, he also wanted to further the goals of the Sith and the Chiss, an alien, had once again proved that he had made the right decision to eschew the anti-xenos sentiment within the Galactic Empire for the Sith Confederacy.

"Well..." Malcharion had stood, hands folded behind his back, listening to the Chiss. "That is quite a view on the Sith Code." Malcharion smirked, recognizing that the Chiss might've realized he got a little chatty with his speech. "I agree that passion is a Sith's ultimate weapon. Unfortunately all too often wanton destruction and unbridled passion have disastrous consequences." Malcharion had heard reports of Sith, especially those who flocked to the banner of the new Sith Confederacy, were all too eager to unhinge their passions and become forces for destruction. "I believe that many Sith interpret the code to bring Chaos, but ultimately the Sith Code desires just the opposite: order." Malcharion thought on the training and introduction of the new Sith.

"I think centralized teaching, focus on the development of rudiamentary galactic politics serves as means to capitlize on those victories and turn them into long-term success." Malcharion continued. "I believe that we do need to ensure that the next generation of Sith are trained to harness that power and turn it into a positive force for the wider Sith, the wider ordering of the Galaxy."

 

[Fallini]

T'saali listened intently to Malcharion, his sharp, analytical mind dissecting each word and its implications. He found a kindred spirit in Malcharion's strategic approach, admiring his measured and controlled use of power. T'saali's own disdain for disorder resonated with Malcharion's insights on harnessing emotion for progress rather than chaos. He appreciated the acknowledgment that passion, when directed and controlled, could indeed be a potent tool for achieving the Sith's ultimate goal of galactic dominion. However, T'saali remained cautious, aware of the inherent risks in their ambitious plans. His belief in the necessity of discipline and order in the Sith ranks was only reinforced by this conversation. Malcharion's thoughts on the potential of local forces and the importance of balance between control and collaboration echoed in T'saali's mind, aligning closely with his own principles. He saw a strategic ally in Malcharion, someone who could understand and possibly even enhance his vision of an orderly, disciplined Sith Confederacy.

"Well put" T'saali said, finding the conversation on the Confederacy had come to a natural conclusion. T'saali's gaze narrowed slightly, his mind racing with strategic implications of the recent Jedi movements. "The Jedi's retreat to Ossus presents a significant opportunity for us," T'saali began, his voice steady. "Their departure from Coruscant not only weakens their presence in the galactic center but also distances them from the public eye. This isolation could be our leverage."

He paused, considering his next words carefully. "The Jedi's absence on Coruscant creates a vulnerability we can exploit. The planet, now less guarded, is ripe for a more... direct form of chaos. We could use our less disciplined Sith members, those deemed unable to control there emotions, on Coruscant. Unleashing them in the lower levels would sow disorder and fear, destabilizing the planet's lower class."

T'saali leaned forward, his eyes reflecting a calculated intensity. "Imagine the chaos they could wreak, unchecked in the underbelly of the capital. The disorder would not only undermine the Republic's authority but also create a tangible divide between the Jedi and those they vow to protect. The jedi have just abandoned all sense of protecting and serving the people, this would underscore that"

He straightened, nodding as he continued. "This would both remove the undiserables from the sith ranks while still putting them to use."

T'saali's gaze returned to Malcharion, seeking his thoughts on the idea that had been brewining in T'saali's mind for some time.

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Malcharion pondered on the concept of the Jedi retreating, he had learned through the webs of his tenure in the Empire, still a secret only he knew, that the Jedi "retreat" was met with mixed feelings in the "New" Republic. "While it is indeed a good thing that the Jedi have fled to Ossus, do not mistake that for the Jedi being ignored. The Jedi are very much at the center of New Republic politics. For better or for worse, the Jedi are going to be both a thorn and a blessing for the New Republic." Malcharion was less enthused about the proposal for disorder on Coruscant, that might make the New Republic less destabilized but also might have the opposite effect. "While I agree discontent and disorder at the Galactic capital might work, it might go against us. The people of the New Republic are reeling, the political situation is tense and tribalism is ripe within the Senate...something to unite them presents a serious issue." Malcharion had learned that most species in the Galaxy rallied in crisis, or at least a vast majority of them did and while the ensuing chaos would work temporarily, it might eventually backfire and unite the New Republic in a time of crisis. That would be and could be very dangerous.

 

[Fallini]

T'saali's sigh carried the weight of his concerns, reflecting his deep-seated commitment to instilling order within the Sith Confederacy. "regardless, I suppose tactics and strategies shouldn't be our primary concern," he began, his voice steady and resolute. "The true battle lies in fortifying the internal structure of our Confederacy. Without a solid foundation, our external efforts are meaningless."

He leaned forward slightly, emphasizing his point. "Our current approach to organizational structure and sith training is alarmingly haphazard. This lack of order is a vulnerability we cannot afford. The dark side is a powerful tool, but without discipline and structure, it becomes a liability. Our ranks are riddled with undisciplined elements, driven more by personal ambition than the collective goal of the Confederacy."

T'saali's gaze was unwavering as he drove his point home. "We must overhaul our training methods, instilling a sense of order and purpose in our acolytes. The dark side must be wielded with precision, not reckless abandon. This reform is not just necessary; it is vital for our survival. Only through a disciplined and orderly internal structure can we truly harness the power of the dark side and achieve the dominion we seek."

"However," stated Tsaali, his eyes wondering "These 'cults' within our ranks will remain a hurdle towards any reform or restructuring. The truth is, the confederacy may be already doomed"

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Malcharion smirked at T'saali. "It seems we align greatly Admiral." Malcharion turned his head, eyed the Dark Lord of the Sith and remembered that he ultimately joined the Confederacy and even his fleeting moment in the Galactic Empire for order and security in the Galaxy. The Cults were a unique part of the new Sith Confederacy, they had sprouted up following the declaration of the Sith Confederacy and had largely remained on the sidelines but they could serve a purpose, most Sith had yet to declare for one as proscribed by the Dark Lord, but some had and the power plays had yet to really approach Galactic scale. "The cults will bend the knee when we need them to. Of that, I am sure."

"Then let us do what must be done." Malcharion was unaware if the Dark Lord had proclaimed anyone members of the Sith Council and then remembered the disorder and chaos that ensued following the creation of the Sith Confederacy and he sighed slightly. "It would seem that you would be the ideal to lead the training and selection of new Sith that are inducted into the Sith Order." Malcharion was not at the conquest of Korriban, but it would be an ideal world to rebuild as the epicenter of training for the Sith, it was after all one of the penultimate worlds of the ancient Sith Empire's. "Let us head to Korriban and dispatch whatever training command has been established and we'll cement you as the new leader of the Sith's training regime."

 

[Fallini]

T'saali, initially taken aback by Malcharion's proposal, retreated into a deep, contemplative silence. His mind began to meticulously weigh the implications of this new role. The idea of steering away from his current path, a path deeply entrenched in bringing direct order through the fleet, to a role more focused on training new Sith recruits, presented a crucial crossroads. T'saali's own ideas resonated with the idea of molding young minds, instilling in them the values he staunchly upheld.

Breaking his silence, T'saali's eyes locked onto Malcharion's with an intensity that revealed his resolve. "If I were to undertake this task," he stated firmly, "I would require complete control and autonomy over all aspects of the new recruits' training." His voice was unyielding, reflecting his conviction that only through his direct influence could the necessary level of order and discipline be achieved.

Pausing briefly, T'saali's gaze momentarily shifted downwards. He quickly refocused on Malcharion, adding, "Furthermore, all so-called 'cults' within the Confederacy must refrain from indoctrinating recruits until they have passed through a rigorous training program under my guidance." There was a slight, almost imperceptible chuckle from T'saali, a rare display of emotion. "That is, of course, if these cults are willing to submit to such conditions."

T'saali's eyes bore into Malcharion's, searching for a hint of agreement or dissent. His proposal was bold and it would require the backing of influential figures like Malcharion.

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Malcharion nodded his head, folding his arms across his chest. The "Cults" that had sprung up in the wake of the formation of the Sith Confederacy were nothing but a symptom of the way that the Dark Side had infiltrated the Dark Acolytes and others who flocked to the banner of the Dark Lord of the Sith. "Admiral, the cults play a formative role in our new empire and I must admit that I am rather inclined to keep them around." Malcharion was needless to say, a fan of them. "What can be done however is forbid any cults from bringing in new members before their academy training is completed." Malcharion offered the solution to the Admiral as a means to protect the cults which had played a major role in the underworld of the Confederacy's force sensitive groups.