Galiss, you storm into the lounge just ahead of the group. The loung is at the center of the space station. The room is a deep red, furniture and shaggy carpet included. Though, it all appears somewhat brown to you...the green tinge starts to fade and it is deep red again.
"Ah, Galiss, I was wondering when you'd wake up," Thajkon says. He is sitting at his desk, holding a cigar in one hand, a book in the other. "I'm sure you questions for me..."
The group walks in (Legion, Christof, Reeth, Quor, Silun, Jarggs, and Terran) and spreads out across the room, I suppose, doing various things. The chef of the mess hall has prepared an oatmeal-like breakfast for everyone. Chef Trizaad is from Tarnidmir's gang.
"...but I have other business to attend to right now. Silun, Jarggs, Christof, will you approach please? Galiss, go eat breakfast, and I shall help you with the amulet troubles. Take it off for right now..."
Galiss, you don't feel like taking it off, but he's giving you a stern look.
"'Ello Thajkon!" Silun says, walking up to the desk. "Your lackies tried to kill me on the way in..."
"If they were, you'd probably be dead, Silun," Thajkon says. "You'd be highly outnumbered. Besides, I watched the duel between Reeth and Christof on the security cameras. I'm quite impressed." Thajkon sets the cigar down on the desk.
Thajkon is a tall man, with dark gray hair pulled back into a short ponytail, and he has a goatee on his chiseled face. His eyes glow blue, like Terran's, for he is her father, and also an Aldoan. He wears a blackish-red uniform, not a wrinkle on it, with a lightsaber at his belt. Aldoan males are warriors, and he definitely looks the part. Very imposing, you feel, Christof.
"So, you three, I trust that you find your new allies to your liking? It would not do at all if you already hate them..." Thajkon says, quite seriously.
"That Legion guy has a big mouth..." Silun says, then cursing in his clicking-buzzing language of Geonasian.
"Legion is one of my finest warriors, Silun," Thajkon replies, frowning. "He has an ability to lead, like I do."
"Quor is a formidable opponent," Jarggs says shortly, his deep voice monotonous.
Thajkon nods, then turns to you. "What did you think of Reeth and the others, Christof?"
"And that's why the dark side will fail unless we trash the old ways and come up with new ones! If we battle amongst ourselves, we have already lost against the Jedi. He knew this and told me the same just before I struck the final blow. This is what I've been conteplating(sp) since that day. We need not to battle amongst ourselves...Granted, I'm guilty of it too. We need to have a clear mind to reach the ultimate prize. Call me neutral, call me what you will. But for us to beat an enemy when we are fighting a two front war, it wont work, we will be defeated. Again."
"Reeth...Reeth was overconfident. He already established himself as the aggressor and that was his downfall, I hope that he understands his mistake if he is to be an ally of mine. The same with Legion...Though I do understand that he was testing me to see my reactions so, I don't know his true personality...I don't really know much about many of the others except for Quor...He has the traditional views of the 'sith', of the 'dark side'. I believe for us to survive...IF our ultimate goal is to defeat the Jedi, which I do hope it is...We need to band together, almost as brothers. The ways of the Sith ended because of constant feudes between each other. Totally unneeded and rather stupid. And you, I know nothing about the man whom peers upon me with glowing eyes, hopefully you will teach me what I came here to learn."
Word, Quor.
"Hmm...I see," Thajkon says, tapping his fingers on his desk. "Legion was indeed testing you. He tests everyone, keeps them in line. Reeth is one of our more knowledgeable men, rather than a warrior."
"Even so, you have great skills, Christof. Silun and Jarggs as well..."
"You didn't need to tell him that, he knows!" Silun butts in. Thajkon throws a glare at him, and he shuts up.
"What do you three say to joining me, to follow my orders, for power and glory?"
"The golden age of the sith? You mean when one Sith would not only fight his Jedi enemies but also the soldiers fighting in the same cause? It sounds like more of a free for all than a quality military action..."
Christof is definatly intrigued. You can tell by the amount of dialogue he's been using...He has pondered the ways of the Sith for many years.
Quor finishes his food and tunes in to the conversation going on nearby, though he is still facing away from them. He pulls out his Krath war blade, a single-bladed sword about three and a half feet in length. It is said that the earliest Sith used these blades before lightsabers were developed. It is quite dark in color, almost black, and it gives off a strange aura, one that can only be described as sheer dark power... A weapon worthy of a great Sith Lord 😈