The former Dark Lord of the Sith tapped the side of his head.

"Stay out of a mind you were not invited into, Lord Malice. If you have something to say, please.. do not be cowardly.. say it before all. I am sure they would all love to hear it. Second, I will not choose my words carefully, I will choose the ones which fit. You are also walking a thin line. There is a difference between bravery and stupidity, I surely hope you do not cross it."

She was on her way out with Kile to find a good book a somewhere to sit and read it. With a sharp turn she looked to see what all the fuss was about.

She smiled and then walked on.

Letting a short growlescape his lips, Malice continued to eye Maim.

*We will dicuss this on our own time. For now, let us get with this meeting*

Malice really didn't care if the meeting was to get back underway. For in his mind, he found it quite pointless. Malice already didnot trust Maim.........and was having seconds, even third thoughts about putting TNSO in this alliance.

Just as Athena had taken the last step into the hallway she turned and looked at Maim. He was powerful and deadly. Surely she would be taken care of for this later.


" your weak my dear, go go be weak with the rest of the Sith who do nothing to learn the pure raw power of the Darkside. "

Both of her Amulets sparkled as she spoke. She turned and departed down the hallway.

Zeta had been standing outside in the hall for quite some time now, observing through the force all that came from within the council chambers. His feelings made him restless.

Maim had told the Zabrak to keep his thoughts to himself, but Zeta did not believe in withholding the truth.

After all, that is what Zeta had come for, truth, not lies.

Knowing that Maim wanted the Sith Lord to keep his thoughts to himself, well, it made Zeta question the prince.

Just how open was Maim himself being?

He had not doubted the man when he had first set foot into the council chambers, now with the meeting underway, it was too late to turn back....

What was he to do now? The future of the Sith rested in one man's hands. He had the power to change things, and Zeta doubted him.


He did not dwell on his thoughts for much longer, Athena entering the hall seemed to break his concentration.

She knows him better than anyone else...

The Sith Lord would not judge until he knew all of the facts.

Bowing his head respectfully to the Sith Master, he looked toward her as she approached.

"Might I speak with you, Lady Athena?..."

How could they not see the wisdom of my lords words. How could they doubt the future of the Sith.

They griped, they complained. Their malcontent was like a viable haze within the room and it clouded the will of the Dark Force.

They would distrust my lord because he would not rule them with power. Constantly, they would fail the will of the Darkside and the will of Maim, simply because they could not see wisdom before their eyes.

And so it could be, the Dark Lord did not need the loyalty of these scum, of these ingrates. He did not need the loyalty of fools who needed to have everything explained and outlined in harsh detail. More so, Imperial Sovereign Protector Silk did not intend to spend his talents chasing down the fools and watching them for the Prince Regent.

So, instead, they would repeat their mistakes of old. Instead they would bicker amongst themselves and they would slowly tear the fabric of the sith to shreds, again.

But let them.
The Crimson Empire was *the* new sith. It would live while those who refused change would die and pass on. They would pass into infertile ash, and unlike the Phoenix of the Crimson Empire, they would not raise again.

The former Dark Lord spoke, his power and anger now raging around him like a dark aura. His eyes fell upon those within this meeting.

"Anyone who does not want to see things changed, leave. Anyone willing to change for the better, sit down and shut up. I do not need to make allies of any of you. Each of you in turn has gifts, but none of you can I not go on without. If you wish to leave, do it. If you wish to stay, do that.. do not, however, continue to act like children. If you do, I shall be forced to punish you like a father."

Impudent Fools.

Always they doubted power, they doubted their own allies, the Dark Force.

Here, Prince Regent Maim, once Dark Lord of the Sith, was offering his time and wisdom to these so called "apprentices of the Darkside." The thing most pathetic, not one deserved the wisdom he would impart.

All those souls of greatness and grandeur, they were already willing servants of Maim and the Crimson Empire. Prepared for war at all times, the great Crimson Empire was among the greatest powers within the Galaxy, and it was folly for these spawn of the Naboo Sith Order to think themselves special.

The simple truth was that only those who followed the lead of Prince Regent Somir would be shown to wealth and power. Soon, this galaxy would tremble, soon the whole of the galaxy would know and fear the Crimson Empire. It was foretold by the Dark Force, it was only a matter of time before the first step in greatness was issued.

Yet still, they would doubt.

The quiet and contemplative Zabrak would plot for himself, and himself alone. His counterpart, the one called Malice Draclau, would end up dead before the day was out, if his tone and attitude did not change for the better.

Athena Somir, Dark Lady of the Force and mate to Prince Somir, she was a powerful ally. In her fist rested control over another, though smaller, empire. The Order of the Sith Vixens.
The great New Order even knew the danger and intellect of Maim, though only in miniscule amounts. Even they did not see the full potential of Dark Lord Maim.

Soon, he would parley this great Crimson Empire into a massive galactic force. Something that may one day rival The New Order itself. But that was perhaps just a dream.




Though Sovereign Protector Silk allowed himself these moments worth of thoughts, his attention was still ever focused on the matters at hand.

He kept his grip on his weapons firm and close, his targets those who were strangers to this place.

Already he had been brought forth to teach Zerxes, a follower of Maim, to speak with respect and reverence. There was no doubt in Silks mind that he would be brought forth again before this meeting was out. He was a weapon, molded and crafted by Maim and other great masters, his every motion was one of danger.

He had been trained first in rudimentary Force techniques, but even that had been advanced. Silk had been proven more worthy then his brothers of the Royal Guard. As such, he had been prepared for the role of Imperial Sovereign Protector long before the rank had been bestowed upon him. He had a mastery of the Force like very few warriors did. Perhaps it was because his training was tuned very much like that of the Sith Warrior, or perhaps the Force Warrior. Whatever the case, he was a master of melee weapons and hand-to-hand combat, as well a master tactician and leader.

If given the room, he would have long ago seen all opposers of the Dark Lord crushed under his iron palm. However, this was not how Maim had wished this meeting to go. Instead, this was to be an option to talk and discuss the future of the Sith.

An opportunity that apparently, not one of these visitors deserved.

So, rather then listen and offer useful advice, they would squabble. They would pass this great opportunity off as below them. Despite the fact that the greatest Sith in the galaxy was willing to hear their words, it would be ruined by self-importance and a big head.

As was so often the case with braggarts like these, they would not recognize the greatness of Lord Maim, but would rather focus intently upon their own supposed-importance. Their own ego would defeat them from learning anything here. It was, as far as Silk could see, only a waste of time. A waste of time belonging to the greatest man Silk had served.
Dark Lord of the Sith, Prince Regent Maim.

Uhanayiah.
Yibikarar.

And now, Yitheeth.

One last astral body for the security of the divine. The Crimson Empire.
Mere hours stood between High Admiral Anor-Sadow and the complete domination of the Yinchorr system. The Crimson Sector.
A task carried out by the hands of Acolyte and Warrior Nox. Solely, he had commanded the conquer of the systems outlaying bodies. It asked much of him, much he had learned in demolishing other planets in the work of his Lord. In the pursuit of his own joy.

Nothing made him smile as to see a body destroyed. On this scale, this galactic scale he was able to kill and maim celestial formations that had taken aeons to form.
Such want for destruction made him prime for these things.
Heartless and cold, he would send his own mother into war if it suited his purposes. The only loyalty he possessed was to his Lord and master of the Sith.

Simplicity in design, that is what drove Sadow, a fact Maim knows and uses.

Populations would weep at the thought of Sadow within their space. By reputation alone, he would one day be able to spread terror and his will through the galaxy.

Deadly in open combat, High Admiral Sadow was infinitely more dangerous in fleet combat.
He could command infantry on the ground, or the navy in space, and he did so better then many who came before him.

So next to die was Yitheeth, and die it would.
A place of death fit for Sith domination... Another.

She spoke her words and her husband never flinched. She knew she would hear it later. And then, she heard the words of Lord Zeta.

" Indeed Lord Zeta we can have a word. "

Athena placed her hand on her guards arm and pat it lightly.

" I will return, stay here... "

Walking towards Lord Zeta, she smiled...

" Where do you wish to talk? "