Ziost - Crown of the Sith Empire

Jaheem sat in his workshop, a re-purposed extra room of the estate where he keeps a few mechanical projects and works on his arm and lightsaber. Today he was indeed working on his saber, attempting to adjust the motors and servos to give him an edge against blaster fire. the workshop is quiet except for the slight rasp of fine tools on delicate parts and the whirring of minuscule motors as he tested the different parts.

D1 modding the hilt hard mechanics check boost from toolkit: 2eA+1eP+1eB+3eD 2 successes, 2 threat

A servant timidly says that Darth Hurn is here.

Jaheem pulls up his goggles and sets aside his tools "send her in." He says and finishes the process of putting his sabre back together, it wouldnt do to have his most precious item out of commission even amongst professional acquaintances. He sat at the bench in a tank top the black metal of his right arm shining in the lights of his workshop. As he closed up the sabre he placed it on his hip and awaited his superior's arrival.

She entered and looked around the workshop and then back to Jaheem and said, “Keeping busy?”

Her voice was crisp and direct.

Jaheem nodded his head deferientially "of course Darth Hurn, one must keep their tools as well cared for as their bodies to remain at peak performance." He said with an equally direct tone.

"To what do I owe the pleasure? You do not often come visit me in my home."

“Lord Bellious,” she said calmly.

Jaheem nods "I know a little of her, it is likely she will be seeking a council seat. What about her?"

“She’s a jumped up mongrel slave girl, who just happens to have some inkling of Force ability and has yet to know her place. You should be more careful who you spend time with,” she said bitterly.

"Darth Hurn, with all due respect you know we don't share similar feelings on alien species. Bellious has the right mind set and I have not seen weakness in her yet. I have the utmost respect for you and your strength, the service you have done the Empire and the guidance you have shown me" he said in a deferential tone nodding his head down "however on this issue we have separate opinions." Here his voice was steel, not challenging but full of conviction.

“Separate and wrong ideas,” she said confidently.

“These aliens are the root of the poor state of our Order and the Empire we have diluted our greatness and it may be time to start cutting the chafe and cancer from our corpus. She is nothing more than a Darth Hoshi waiting to be unleashed and further erode the purity of the Sith.”

"On your last point I agree." He said simply though in his mind he was thinking of chaff as old entrenched sith whose minds were not flexible enough to help the empire move forward.

She finished with, "Do be mindful of where you put your loyalties, Inquisitor. I still expect you to fulfill your duties without fail."

She departed.

"Of course Darth Hurn." He said bowing to her as she left. He knew where his loyalties were. He was loyal to the empire and to ensuring its continued strength and ultimately its domination of the galaxy.