"Touchy much?" Eldros responds, as he feels a light pressure on his neck, as if someone were squeezing. It is not a sensation he is unfamiliar with, acting the way he does. It is, however, slightly unnerving that Vilani does not so much as move to apply it. "Don't worry, birdie, I'm not stealing your man... er... bird. Not yet."
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Standing in the corner is Von Tremarke. Dressed sharply he wears a tan suit, lightly pinstriped with vest and matching tie. He leans on a brown wooden walking stick and is holding a glass of dark purple wine, and exquisite vintage from the plains of Itransan. He takes a small sip, and savors the sweet but nutty flavors while casually observing the petty bickering going on within the room.
It is at this point that the heavy stone door leading into the briefing room begins to grind open slowly. Dust is displaced from the ceiling by the vibrations it causes with its sliding against other surfaces. You sense very quickly that it is being moved by the Force, rather than by mechanics.
"Come in," comes a throaty voice from within the room.
When you enter, you are presented with Darth Ruin's briefing room. It has the appearance of an ovular lecture hall, with ascending rows of stone seating encircling the center floor. Installed in the dead center of the room, and providing the only source of light in this darkened chamber, is a holoprojector, currently displaying a map of the Galaxy in scintillating red holograms.
Beside the projector is, of course, the Dark Lord of the Sith. Darth Ruin looks gaunt and pale even in the lively red glow, his skin taught and his eyes sunken; being an Umbaran, this is natural for him. Beneath his black cloak he glares at you all with eyes that dimly glow a sickly yellow, over a beaked nose. A metal gorget cups his chin and conceals his throat, and many leather straps and chains hang about his tunic beneath his Sith robes.
"I sense there was some displeasure with your wait," Darth Ruin states.
"I do not appreciate my time being wasted, O Dark Lord," Vilani responds with heavy sarcasm on his title and glaring back, as she takes a seat. She holds no respect and nothing but distate and dislike for him.
Tchai seats himself next to Vilani. "My dear, this may not be the best time." He lowers his voice, speaking in their native language. "Push at him too hard and he will kill you... we need this chance to take power."
WARNING: The above post may contain sarcasm and/or sophisticated satire. Any psychological damage sustained is purely your fault.
"I do not appreciate such blatant distaste for my existence," Darth Ruin responds, in Ayrou- a modified version that can be spoken by non-Ayrou. He then returns to Basic. "It is the way of the Sith to lust after power, but you are nowhere near MY level."
He turns away from Vilani and Tchai and looks over the rest of the group.
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Sir Von Tremarke walks into the room, leaning heavily on his walking stick, he takes a seat in the middle of the room, and takes another sip from his wine. He looks around the room, and clucks his tongue lightly at the stark darkness. One would think that a Dark Lord of the Sith would hold himself with a little more respect and at least decorate appropriately.
Jerkily walking into the room and taking a seat, Lykro says nothing to Darth Ruin, feeling that provoking the Sith Lord would be a stupid waste of time at this point. Instead, he turns his sights to the holoprojector, seeing if it has any information on the current state of the Galaxy.
__________________ We shall serve the Old Ones until our dying breath. Warriors of Lustria shall not fail!
Darth Ruin seems satisfied that none speak save for Karzor.
"I have called you all here because I am in need of men and women of great power and skill," Darth Ruin says. "My Empire has many agents of darkness. Not all can call themselves the elite. They have much to learn... but you have less than they."
Darth Ruin turns and presses a button on the projector. The map of the Galaxy is now criss-crossed with lines of vibrant blue, marking what must be the battle lines where the Empire and Republic are clashing.
"As you know, in the decade since I declared my crusade against the Republic, our forces have been vicious and relentless in their seizure of the Galaxy. The Republic had grown lax since the last strong Dark Lord was destroyed, thinking that they had ended the threat and that the Jedi could finish us off. They could not. Our ways always survive. Because of their laziness and arrogance, their military was unprepared to do battle with us, and in many ways still is. The Senate increased military spending to improve their technology. The Jedi joined in the fighting but their numbers are too few. What the Republic really lacks... is manpower."
The map changes again, zooming in on a specific part of space. It now depicts a constellation.
"I have discovered where they hope to find it. How many of you are familiar with Tasker's Crown?"