Hungry for Power

[Rugs]

{Warning: I am not completely sober >.>}

"So that's the plan, then?" Nieraan said, smiling slightly. He stood in his armor, weight shifted onto his left leg, with the armor's mask held loosely under his arm. "Find the little rebels and cause a little mischief?"

"We will remind you, Lord, that you are the ones that wanted to carry out military action." The councilman that spoke was nothing more than a bunch of floating light, a computerized reconstruction of a man that sat a thousand kilometers away from their conference room in a small cruiser hovering over the sea. Yet Nieraan almost swore he could feel the annoyance steaming off the hologram's digitized edges. "We only request that you limit the damage you do to our world."

"You are a prickly fellow, aren't you?" Nieraan smiled a big, wide smile, looking like a boy who knew full well he was poking a bears nose while he poked it.

"We assure you, Councilman Yuerman, that we will take care not to harm Agamar." The man that spoke was tall, and broad of shoulder. His head was bald, but a white, neatly trimmed beard flushed out the bottom half of his face. This was General Kail. "You needn't worry yourself."

Yeurman huffed and glared at Nieraan for the thirtieth time of the conversation before his hologram faded away, leaving behind only the image of a woman.

"He means well," she said. "Though he does not take to... certain proddings well. Still, General, and my lords and ladies, you have the council's blessing in this venture." The councilwoman offered the Sith a general a sweeping look and broad bow so deep that the long flaps of her sleeves touched the floor. "Go in victory, and secure our future together."

With those words, the hologram faded away.

"Finally," Nieraan sighed. He reached up and put a hand on the side of his neck as he rolled it. It popped a few times. Loudly. "Better," he grumbled. "Never thought it would end."

Forty-five minutes they'd conferred with the Council. It felt more like half a day to the Firrerreo. He'd been keen to let the others talk for most of it, but the ever-dour Yuerman was too rich a target to go unmolested.

"Do try to avoid antagonizing the Council too much, Aurelius," the general said, giving Nieraan a sidelong look as he unfurled a map. "We need them."

"Of course, General," Nieraan said as he found a wall to lean on and leaned against it. "Of course. How long 'til we move out?"

"Some final preparations need to be made. We need to review our plan one last time, make adjustments as needed. Then," he looked up at the Sith quartet. "We're turning you loose."

[Reisier]

“Dis place, it smell wron’.” It felt wrong. It was an odd sight, a confounding sight, the witch concluded with a heavy breath, one that Vashti was sure she would never quite come to understand. She had tried once, understanding that is, but she had sooner found her interest dwindling.

The world was much different from the one the witch had known - cold, calculating, static. It was a world that was too fast paced, too loud, with words that held little meaning when they were uttered and too many when they went unspoken. The voices her ears were greeted by were always eager - an array of clipped verses and colorless tunes - lacking the gentle whispers of the wilderness, of the endless lulling that tugged at the back of the mind; they were sounds that forced Vashti’s brows to be drawn together, for her head to dip in the curious group’s direction.

Vashti would watch carefully as the meeting took place - lips a tight line and eyes set. Never once did the witch part her lips or raise her voice to utter a concern. It was not her way. They would be allowed to utter as much nonsense as their hearts may desire, and Vashti would listen with the same listless resignation many had come to recognize as being befitting only of the witch. It was an attention that forced her eyes to follow the curious beings without abandon, every movement measured, every word weighed with careful interest. Honey eyes drifted away from the men and women, as if bored from the formalities that took place - and quite frankly, it was no short from the truth. Her footing never faltered as the witch circled the room, the skin of her feet clacking sharply on the pristine floors. The sound, diminutive as it was, was accompanied by the gentle sound of beads and bracelets ringing against one another.

The councilman whether it be from fright or anger, uttered broken nonsense as far as Vashti was concerned. They had asked for war, for the cries that it brought, for pain and misery to befall - and yet he asked for restrictions. To give pain, but not too much, to bring chaos but not confusion. What a curious world this was indeed. The witch’s movements faltered, brought to a sudden stop. The motion, ended so suddenly, was followed by the shifting of her clothes - a bright array of fabrics less apt for a Sith, some would say. Her eyes, as listless as ever, watched as the holograms, she had recently learned, faded away with a flicker.

"Never thought it would end."

And with that, the witch could agree. What the councilman lacked in a certain finesse, he certainly made up by a love of his own voice. The Firrerreo said nothing as she turned, her blank expression failing to cover the impish lilt in her eyes.

Vashti glanced at the general when he finished speaking, her head gently tilted. “Da misere ‘e seeks will come to A’amar plan or no.” She crooned, lips curled into a devious simper. The consequences that could follow would sit on the shoulders of none other but this council of theirs. “Even if, as say you, we were not ‘turned loose.’”

ooc; sorry if the post is a bit on the short side, drew a small blank = v =''

[sparrow]

"So dramatic," Zarene muttered. The two Sith women in the room could not have been more different. Where Vashti wore brightly colored garments with clinking jewelry, Zarene's armor was various shades of drab gray and black, with no decoration or adornments. In contrast to the other woman's honey eyes and smooth olive complexion, Zarene had mismatched eyes and half a face covered with burn marks.

She leaned forward from her seated position, with her elbows on her knees and hands folded in front of her. "Fine, General, if you want to go over this once, then let's not waste any more time." Her voice was soft in volume but firm in tone. Now that the meeting with the council had concluded, she was eager to get started. The council had talked and talked, and while some of that talk was important, it was always buried under layer of fluff.

"As you said, we have two objectives. Neutralize the republic raids on your convoys," As part of the ORPA initiative, the Sith had been bringing in various supplies to be shipped off to the various settlements, but an alarming number where now threatened by the local Republic forces.

"And to find the snitch within your forces."

The General nodded. "I have Lieutenants Carden and Dain working on this at the moment. I'll have to turn over their current findings to you, and they will act as your guides and make sure you have access to the clearances and resources that you need." He stroked his snow-white beard. A nervous sign. The issues with Republic Captain Narthan bothered him more than he let on.

"So, Lord Aurelius, how do you want to divide this up?"