Pyrx’s smile to the Jedi envoy had been enticing enough to allow a civilized conversation concerning the elective succession of Umbara for its king. He didn’t fault the two Jedi of course, but they constant probing to his thoughts was annoying. Annoying enough to warrant their death, but not at his hand or his apprentice Darth Seducus. But then again the training would prove beneficial from slaying the two Jedi. His pupil’s associates would make good for good enough assassin’s too. Scum, low enough to be assumed as pirates or would be marauders. Either would be a viable option.

[color=coral]”If I am elected as the King of Umbara I will submit to any declarations the Jedi Order need of me. As for your suggestion I will make sure our ambassador knows and informs the Senate of what is happening. Though I do believe the chancellor will find it to be a petty affair. If there is anything else needed in the future, by all means please contact me. I will make time to accommodate your needs.”[/color]. Offering a bow to his guests, thanking the Jedi for their visit. Traditional as the custom was it didn’t help the Sith’s wanton desire to peel the flesh from their bones. Keeping his gaunt frame bowed until the Jedi had entered their speeder. Returning back to an upright stance as he watched the Jedi pair speed of into the distance.

Walking back to his manse Pyrx was going to move things quicker, least the Jedi or anyone else try to revoke his title as king. Even if it wasn’t in name, he still had control of the planet. Only to remove several irritations. His gait however remained elegant, his stride still maintained its regal appeal. 

Upon entrance to his manse a four legged hologram communicator had started walking. As the slight creak of the machine sounded, Pyrx’s servant had offered him a Charde. Clasping his thin milky fingers around the metallic chalice, one of his preferred drinks in such moments. Sipping once before the project had birthed an image of his apprentice before him. Walking in silence, gathering his words before he’d speak.

[color=coral]”Move things ahead of schedule. Tell your associates to dispose of Sylx and those that sympathize with him. ”[/color] He didn’t need to tell him about subtlety about disposing of his competition. Sipping once more from his Charde before speaking once more. [color=coral]”I’ve had a few guests, the Jedi. Annihilate them. Afterwards come back, we have things to discuss about future appointments.”[/color] The tone of Pyrx to his pupil was one of pure maliciousness, devoid of any sympathy but it still held an air of authority.