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Post by Meira on Apr 15, 2014 8:57:21 GMT -5
"As you can see, recruitment efforts continue, though they seem to have plateaued somewhat. This is expected, but our numbers still need to increase if our efforts in the field are to be at all fruitful."
The image on the screen blinked, changing to a new set of statistics. Renata paced around the table where many of the higher ranking members of the Sith Order sat for the debriefing. It was a dull affair, but necessary. Many aspired toward leadership and control of masses. They envisioned themselves enthroned, or perhaps at the front of a mighty army. Most failed to realized that when true power was wielded, it was often from some chamber while discussing statistics.
"Here you can see a breakdown of those currently within the temple. We've grown out of our adolescent days as an Order and have matured into a well working machine; much in thanks to those who have taken on the burden of teaching." Renata did not hide the nods of appreciation she gave to Lord Aurelius and others at the table. Again, receiving recognition was often thought to be a grand affair, with parades and laurels and the like. In reality, this is what they got. Would it be enough?
The screen changed again, but before Renata could comment on the costs of running the temple versus the income brought in through the Sith Empire, a Bothan stepped through the door.
"Forgive me, my lady." he said, bowing his head slightly. Renata recognized him as one of the chiefs of security. Renata excused herself from the rest and followed him through the door into the corridor. She did not waste any threatening glances on this Bothan. He was not known to bother her with trivial matters.
"What is it, Chief Bruun?"
Rather than speak, he handed her a datapad. Renata took it into her slim fingers, eyes darting back and forth as she read the message displayed on the screen. All at once, her being seemed to come to war with itself. She could feel her neck and cheeks flush hot, even as her hands and feet seemed to go numb with cold. Her stomach turned, threatening to expel her last meal, and her heart skipped into a faster cadence. This all bombarded her in a moment, but just as quickly re reigned it in, regaining her cool composure with only a couple of breaths.
"Make the arrangements." she said, handing the datapad back to Chief Bruun.
The Bothan bowed his head and then quickly strode away to his duties. Renata bit her lip for a moment, watching Bruun until he turned a corner and was out of sight. At his disappearance, Renata seemed to click back into place. She straightened up and moved back through the doorway into the meeting chamber. Always one to please, Garrin had taken over the presentation. Being Renata's favorite assistant, she did not begrudge Garrin's initiative. He bowed as she returned, stepping aside for her to take up where he'd left off. But instead, Renata waved a hand, bringing the dim lights in the room back up to their normal glow.
"I'm afraid there has been a development which requires that we suspend this meeting for a later date. Darth Eurachis and his fleet have just arrived in orbit. He and his officers will be landing within the hour and he requests a reception." She glanced around the table. Many present were high ranking officials of one form or another, but most would neither want or be wanted at Eurachis' reception.
"Darth Novus, I am sure you would like to accompany me to welcome our brother home." Renata bowed her head slightly to the woman before looking back toward the rest. "Lord Aurelius, Yarum, Zarander; if you please."
Renata turned, moving once again out of the meeting chamber and sweeping quickly through the corridors. She blanketed herself within the force, concealing the storm that still waged within her. Anxious, annoyed, impatient, insulted; all existed yet none could take firm hold hand rule her. She had almost forgotten how this felt. She had almost convinced herself that she had overcome it. Now she was reminded, and she was none too pleased.
The image on the screen blinked, changing to a new set of statistics. Renata paced around the table where many of the higher ranking members of the Sith Order sat for the debriefing. It was a dull affair, but necessary. Many aspired toward leadership and control of masses. They envisioned themselves enthroned, or perhaps at the front of a mighty army. Most failed to realized that when true power was wielded, it was often from some chamber while discussing statistics.
"Here you can see a breakdown of those currently within the temple. We've grown out of our adolescent days as an Order and have matured into a well working machine; much in thanks to those who have taken on the burden of teaching." Renata did not hide the nods of appreciation she gave to Lord Aurelius and others at the table. Again, receiving recognition was often thought to be a grand affair, with parades and laurels and the like. In reality, this is what they got. Would it be enough?
The screen changed again, but before Renata could comment on the costs of running the temple versus the income brought in through the Sith Empire, a Bothan stepped through the door.
"Forgive me, my lady." he said, bowing his head slightly. Renata recognized him as one of the chiefs of security. Renata excused herself from the rest and followed him through the door into the corridor. She did not waste any threatening glances on this Bothan. He was not known to bother her with trivial matters.
"What is it, Chief Bruun?"
Rather than speak, he handed her a datapad. Renata took it into her slim fingers, eyes darting back and forth as she read the message displayed on the screen. All at once, her being seemed to come to war with itself. She could feel her neck and cheeks flush hot, even as her hands and feet seemed to go numb with cold. Her stomach turned, threatening to expel her last meal, and her heart skipped into a faster cadence. This all bombarded her in a moment, but just as quickly re reigned it in, regaining her cool composure with only a couple of breaths.
"Make the arrangements." she said, handing the datapad back to Chief Bruun.
The Bothan bowed his head and then quickly strode away to his duties. Renata bit her lip for a moment, watching Bruun until he turned a corner and was out of sight. At his disappearance, Renata seemed to click back into place. She straightened up and moved back through the doorway into the meeting chamber. Always one to please, Garrin had taken over the presentation. Being Renata's favorite assistant, she did not begrudge Garrin's initiative. He bowed as she returned, stepping aside for her to take up where he'd left off. But instead, Renata waved a hand, bringing the dim lights in the room back up to their normal glow.
"I'm afraid there has been a development which requires that we suspend this meeting for a later date. Darth Eurachis and his fleet have just arrived in orbit. He and his officers will be landing within the hour and he requests a reception." She glanced around the table. Many present were high ranking officials of one form or another, but most would neither want or be wanted at Eurachis' reception.
"Darth Novus, I am sure you would like to accompany me to welcome our brother home." Renata bowed her head slightly to the woman before looking back toward the rest. "Lord Aurelius, Yarum, Zarander; if you please."
Renata turned, moving once again out of the meeting chamber and sweeping quickly through the corridors. She blanketed herself within the force, concealing the storm that still waged within her. Anxious, annoyed, impatient, insulted; all existed yet none could take firm hold hand rule her. She had almost forgotten how this felt. She had almost convinced herself that she had overcome it. Now she was reminded, and she was none too pleased.
