[u][b]Rakata Prime[/b][/u]
“Ah, Lord Reaver. How nice of you to finally join us. Yes. Let’s get down to business…”

Darth Scelus scanned his two “allies” before continuing. The treaty between their three separate orders was a shaky one, at best. They had agreed to join forces against the Jedi in order to eradicate them from the face of the galaxy. Scelus doubted this goal would be achieved any time soon, but he was willing to be optimistic so long as the three Sith Lords didn’t try to betray one another too soon. If this were to happen, the entire army they had worked so hard to form would crumble and be wiped out by the Jedi Order. The very idea brought a sour taste to his mouth, which in turn caused a disgusted look to form upon his face; this, of course, went unseen by his compatriots because of his mask. Each of the Sith Lords concealed their faces from one another as a sort of unspoken rule; Reaver and Scelus wore their masks, and Genitrix wore a shimmery purple veil over her face.

“Back to my previous question, Lady Genitrix: how goes the war front on Csilla?”

“It goes well, Lord Scelus. We have pushed forward little by little into a valley. I will need more troops in order to secure the valley, however.”

“More troops? We just sent you two hundred Dark Jedi. What have you done with them now?”

Darth Scelus knew Genitrix was the sort of commander to sacrifice her own troops for the most simple of victories, but this was the mistake made by sending her to lead the battle on Csilla. He should have gone himself, but he was far too busy here on Rakata Prime leading the archaeological digs into the ancient chambers they now inhabited. What a situation he had put their order in. He sighed outwardly as he prepared himself for the Asari’s answer.

“The Jedi lured a battalion into an ambush in a valley and were wiping them out until I sent in a bombing run to cause an avalanche in order to wipe the Jedi troops out.”

“You wasted bombs for such a simple victory? You could have simply sent in more troops to sweep in from the sides and enact a pincer movement of your own.”

“I could spare no more troops of my own as they were busy elsewhere, [i]Lord[/i] Scelus.”

The Asari heavily emphasized the word ‘lord’. Scelus knew she did not respect or even remotely like him since he had taken his seat on the Tribunal from his former Master; Genitrix always thought he was too young and too naive to be a proper Sith Lord. He was more competent than she was, though. Scelus earned his place on the Tribunal the same way any Sith would; by killing his Master and taking his place. Genitrix was just bitter that one of her apprentices didn’t take a seat on the Tribunal, which would have given her two votes for all decisions put forth by the Tribunal, and then she would control the Sith army, a thought that made Scelus shudder to think about.

“On to new business then, Lady Genitrix,” Scelus said this as humbly as he could.

“Yes, of course, Lord Scelus. How are the new recruits coming along in their training, Lord Reaver?”

She purposely chose to ask about other matters than Scelus’s digs, in hopes of making him mad and getting some reaction from him.

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[u][b]Malastare[/b][/u]
Corrin made his way to the designated hangar bay through the crowded streets, all the while scanning the extranet on his omnitool, which he had rigged to be a light purple color. He was reading up on the war between the Republic and Rebellion and even managed to find a few snippets of news on the war raging between the Sith and Jedi. The latter was currently raging on his homeworld, or rather his [i]species’[/i] homeworld, Csilla. Corrin himself was from Onderon, and therefore was not affected by the war on Csilla. His red eyes flashed across the screen of his omnitool, taking in information he had found on the two major wars taking place in the galaxy currently. These wars were good for businesses, as terrible as it sounded to say out loud, but it was true; these wars were good for arms dealers, shipyards, and even freelancers like Corrin himself and the new crew he had just joined.

He was sure it would possible and rather easy to get jobs were any of the armies taking place in either war. The jobs would most likely be smuggling jobs, at least Corrin hoped they would mostly be smuggling jobs, as he didn’t feel any sort of strong enough pull to any of the sides to risk his life by fighting for them. Soon enough he arrived at the hangar bay and made his way over to the appropriate docking bay. He closed down his omnitool as he walked over to the ship, where he was greeted by a human man and a Wookiee.

“Hello there. I’m Corrin, your new slicer and mechanic.”