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Post by Lord Morthyia on Feb 21, 2012 17:57:30 GMT -5
Lord Morthyia's slight smile fades and turns into a discerning frown as his face grows even more pale and his eyes burn a deep blood red. The growing power of the Dark Side within the sorcerer causes a chill to run down the back of the fellow Sith as the nearby air is even chilled by his very presence. The condensation of the ground nearby turns to a slight freeze.
"Lord Strife, I would caution you to keep in mind that I was once a slave myself and the entire process sickens me. True power lies within and it is what broke me free of my chains. You likely best me in swordsman abilities, but I assure you that my knowledge of the Dark Side greatly exceeds your own by infinite leaps and bounds.
I have uncovered secrets of the Dark Side that have been lost for centuries and powers that have long been forgotten by the Sith Order. You would do well to remember that you can't defend against that which you do not understand. I have no desire to hardbor ill will towards you as we are working for the same goal, but I have no qualms about crushing those that oppose me. I stand where I am today due to my power.
I have stood before our Lord Emperor at his throne several times and discussed things with him that would have me executed for treason should I disclose them. Please do not attempt to lecture me me in power. If you desire my position so badly, I invite you to try. Otherwise, let's return to the business at hand."
Lord Morthyia keeps his guard up, but slightly relents and the chilling surroundings return to their normal status.
"Now, let's keep the unpleasentries to a minimum, we are supposed to be working together, afterall. I understand we have a few new recruits among us...how do they seem to be faring at the moment?"
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Post by Iris on Feb 21, 2012 18:14:16 GMT -5
Looks very serious as Morthyia speaks, her expression one of unchanged study. She doesn't appear bothered by the change in the air, you feel no responding power permeate from her presence. She allows you to finish.
She cracks a wide grin, "My my, Lorth Morthyia -- aren't you easily bothered." She lets out a laugh, but loses the grin. "I now know how easy it is to press your buttons. In my experience, however, the Sith that grow with such anger at a drop of a credchip tend to be those that have bested most if not all of their opponents."
She takes a long sip of her Kaffa, that the waiter brought over steadily, but left shaking.
"The only problem with your line of thought is that you underestimate me, and I do say -- that would be a grand weakness I could exploit if I wished to. My power through the Force does not manifest itself in the way yours does, and this is where you've allowed your weakness in foresight to blind you: my power through the Dark Side of the Force comes through the blade. And if you think I will just fall over helplessly when you use some Force power on me, you are deeply mistaken. Not only do I have an understanding of most every technique in the book, be them ancient tombs or modern datapads -- I have been trained specifically to resist them, if not use them. Additionally, it seems to have granted me a sliver tongue and a whip crack mind. I feel in most cases these two tools seem to work much better than coercing someone into doing what you want with the Force or your 'seeming' prowess with it."
She takes another sip and sets down her cup. She carefully pulls out a deathstick and lights it, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke in the other direction.
"Whatever your feelings on Slavery are, know that the galaxy runs on it. Not all Slaves are treated as you were -- I assume. Slavery can be a substantial improvement for many people. And the fact that your own anecdotal experience has blinded you to the voices of millions speaks volumes to your universal knowledge."
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Post by Lord Morthyia on Feb 21, 2012 18:44:12 GMT -5
Lord Morthyia rolls his eyes with a grin on his face.
"Pressing someone's buttons? That may work on some silly Jedi who clings to their worthless code of a world without emotion. We Sith rely on this passion, hatred and fear for our own strength. Your obvious fear of such emotion is a weakness that apparently you haven't yet realized. You would do well to find a way to stifle that before it gets you killed.
As for the topic of slavery, I said that the thought of it sickens me, I never said it didn't have it's uses. Those that are too weak to do the same will serve their purpose well, in most aspects. But, I digress, and again - let's focus on the current task at hand."
Lord Morthyia glances at Zail before returning his gaze to Iris.
"Now, then, neither of you answered me - How are the new recruits faring? I have yet to see any of them in action due to all this Dark Council nonsense."
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Post by Iris on Feb 21, 2012 19:24:02 GMT -5
Waves a dismissive hand at Lord Morthyia, her deathstick trailing smoke in the air as it is in her hand.
"Oh they're fine -- better than expected I suppose. I don't know of anyones' recruits other than mine, however."
She returns to her Kaffa and holds the glass in between her two hands, sipping heavily upon it. The deathstick still in between her fingers.
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Post by Zail on Feb 21, 2012 21:12:34 GMT -5
Zail, having watched the exchange, sipping his drink, carefully plotting his words like one would move pieces on the chess board, finally spoke.
"Be very careful, Iris, that you don't extend your reach. While I would agree that you are the better fencer, you would be hard pressed to find a combatant like Morthyia 'easy.'"
He nodded his approval, the waitress bringing him a second glass and removing the first without the slightest indication from him to do so.
The blessings of true power, one doesn't need to announce what they wish.
"I am pleased to hear that you have found something worth looking into on these otherwise wastes of planets, equally pleased that Finances is putting coin in the proverbial credit box. We have work ahead of us, a great deal of it, if we are going to complete the circle and be strong on all fronts."
He sipped his second drink, setting it down, before saying in a much quieter, much deadlier, threatening tone, speaking to the two of them.
"I will not, under any circumstances, have the Stability of the Claw compromised to slake ones thirst for advancement at this time. Both of you will keep your tongues, ambitions, and threats in check until we are collectively stronger or I will remove them for you. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Commanders?"
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Post by Lord Morthyia on Feb 21, 2012 21:28:34 GMT -5
Lord Morthyia nods in agreement with Zail.
"Perfectly clear. My desire lies with the extermination of the Jedi and the ultimate destruction of the Republic in the name of the Empire."
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Post by Iris on Feb 22, 2012 10:06:37 GMT -5
Hides a smile as Darth Zail finally chimes into the conversation.
"Crystal, Commander," she responds politely.
Looks to Lord Morthyia and stands, holding her Kaffa in her right hand. She raises it over her head and looks around the street restaurant.
"Death to the Jedi and their cowardly lackeys in the Republic of Planets, Long Live the Emperor, the Empire, and the Onyx Claw!"
A few of the Kaas denizens stand and toast with her as she takes a long sip of Kaffa.
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Post by Lord Morthyia on Feb 22, 2012 13:11:28 GMT -5
Just as Iris begins to make her toast, the waitress arrives with another drink for Lord Morthyia. He follows suit and raises his glass in conjunction with Iris.
"Long live the mighty Empire and our Lord Emperor! To the destruction of the Jedi and the obliteration of peace throughout the galaxy!"
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Post by Zail on Feb 22, 2012 21:27:38 GMT -5
*raises his glass and says simply* Long will my star burn. If we're done kissing our absent emperor's ass, I have a meal to order.
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Post by Iris on Feb 24, 2012 10:06:19 GMT -5
Sits back down. After a few seconds of sitting there, she takes another sip of her Kaffa.
"Here's another question. When is the next guild assembly?"
Iris force-pulls the waiter over. She begins giving the waiter her order.
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Post by Zail on Feb 24, 2012 20:35:57 GMT -5
"In five standard days on Balmorra, evening ((FOR THOSE PLAYING THE HOME GAME - Weds, 29 Feb, 6:30 PM PST (1830 PST) Sunken Sarlaac Cantina)) Why?"
The sith stretched out, a dull popping heard from the base of his spine up to his neck, while he waits to simply nod to the waiter for his order.
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