Ziost - Crown of the Sith Empire

"I see merit in changing the curriculum. Surely we could not make all the decisions in a single day." Dayana shrugged. "Nor are we the only ones to decide such a thing."

Sylvain remained quiet and contemplative on the side, though personally he was concerned about the lack of expertise in statecraft evidenced thus far by the group.

"Zhank you, Lady Walzhren," the dowager folded her hands into her sleeves, "Und grand ideaz vrom bozh of you."

She case her gaze to Shaisha and Jaheem, "Ve muzt make zertain zhat zhiz herezy zhe Emperor promoted vithin himzelf und ozherz cannot invect anozher. Lady Zazh, I vear, already pozzezzez zuch zecretz of hiz abominable eternal live. She could, vizh time, become conzumed by it az Witiate vaz. Vor now zhe iz not deemed a traitor, und her knowledge iz waluable to zhe Emprezz-Regent und meinzelf, but tread carefully if your pazh crozz. Zhat vich voundz zhe Forze voundz uz all."

Jaheem nodded knowing that Zash was Raela's master he would likely have some amount of contact with her "She will be watched." He assured her with a dip of his head.

"Yeah. There's time for all that. Zash though, she's overdue a nasty death." His gaze shifted to Vas-Tsu. "So. You know you've got my support. We've done the impossible together. My question is: what do you need from me now Vas-Tsu? Or should I call you 'Empress' now?" He spoke to her as if she were an adult. He'd known from the moment he met her that she was far more than she seemed.

"Lady Valthren is right, we can't make all the decisions and changes tonight, and there are plenty others who will make decisions," she nodded in agreement.

In regards to Zash, she let Jo'ren ask the questions there, as it was a matter closer to his heart.

"That does beg the question why we have convened here now, away from the more public court setting," Dayana mused, "We, save for one, are all united by a deed henceforth meant to be unmentioned. Has our status within the system raised so highly? Despite my public status, I am no Darth Vowrawn, and neither is Lord Tenebrous. Lord Rath is the Blade of Vengean."

"We have faced enough of a challenge that, if nothing else, I expect you're doing yourself a disservice by thinking of yourselves as mere lesser lords. We are not what we were a mere week ago."

Dayana shrugged. How could she speak of the truth with someone outside of that encounter present? "Darth Malgus was certainly powerful, but I would not deign to call him the most powerful." She sighed. "Unfortunate too. I had believed he would make a great ally."

The masked redhead smiled. "Regardless, what we have done will never be fully recognized. As it is officially, I am still a mere lesser lord in the eyes of the public."

“And arrogance has brought down more than one Sith who believed that they deserved titles and power before their time...” Sylvain added calmly from the side.


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OOC: Sylvain knows about the coup. He was in on the planning the whole time.

"Oh you have no idea," she said with a chuckle. "But you are not incorrect in that there are still people much more powerful than us. Even so, we are more than what we were. And Sith do not stand around waiting for their betters to recognize them. It think it more than proper that we start acting on a level beyond what we've been used to."

"Perhaps for you, Lord Nyx, but some of us have other priorities. One of my best friends died for the vision of a better Empire, and I intend to see that come to pass while I live," she said calmly, linking her hands together in a relaxed posture.

"Lady Valthren, Lord Mordax was aware of the plans even if he was not present to face the Emperor," Shaisha added in to clarify to the lady, though there had been others present at the planning too who were not here... so she did wonder what his presence was about as it had at first seemed like a gathering for those who committed regicide.

"This will be a *true* Sith empire," she said to Shaisha. "It is what the Force has foretold. Reform will surely come. But one must understand that a true Sith empire is not one of happy feelings of joy and perfect cooperation. That, is not how the Dark Side operates. Conflict is inherent to the Dark side and to the Sith."

Lord Jo'ren Rath wrote:"Yeah. There's time for all that. Zash though, she's overdue a nasty death." His gaze shifted to Vas-Tsu. "So. You know you've got my support. We've done the impossible together. My question is: what do you need from me now Vas-Tsu? Or should I call you 'Empress' now?" He spoke to her as if she were an adult. He'd known from the moment he met her that she was far more than she seemed.

Vas-Tsu responded, “Zash is dangerous, but more to herself at zhe moment than the Empire, and perhaps not even that. Zhe has been useful and her knowledge vas vital. As mein mother states, she is not a traitor, yet, but she is not fully trusted.”

“I vill leave zuch matters to mein mother to decide, zhe is a concern but not mein.”

He nodded and let the matter drop. The conversation about titles was of little interest to him. "Galaxy saved. Empire Reborn. Seems to me we've got more important shit to do than worry about fancy titles." He shrugged and looked around the group. "We've all got our specialist skills." Good gaze returned to the Empress and her mother. "How do you see us fitting in to your vision?"

"Only because that has been our way for so long. I am not saying we begin standing for peace and harmony but we need not continually aim inward for our conflict, we have plenty of enemies at our doors. If we continue as we have we will lose, that is a simple fact. We must become something different."

He nodded to Joren and then to the Empress "yes I am here to serve."

“Zhe old vays are good, but zome old vays must be throttled,” she said thoughtfully.

“I vould need you to be examples of zhe future ve will build. Zhose Sith zhat put themselves above zhe Empire, above zhe vision of destroying zhe Jedi will not remain Sith for long.”

“Ve vaste ourselves in pointless power plays, ve must find a way to see zhat we have one enemy.”

"An example huh? Since I was a child I've dreamt of finding and taking Tython, leading an army of Sith." He unfolded his arms. "Maybe it was a vision. Tython, Coruscant, wherever. Doesn't matter to me."

"Taking Coruscant would be quite the thrill. And then the Deep Core next."

Her eyes almost seemed to sparkle at the thought.

Dayana groaned. "Destiny led me to take place in some coup? For how long was this planned, and for what aims?" She wanted to massage her forehead through her mask but that would have to wait. "All I desired was to purge a threat to the galaxy."

She then crossed her arms. "How are we going to bring an end to the internal conflict? We're hardly the group to enforce it; apparently, there had been treason planned for quite some time due to some minds currently present."