[center][h2] Salazar Greshh [/h2][/center]

"Imperious? Of the Pyramid of Ancient Knowledge? Damn." I shake my head.

[center][h2] Hunter Ordo [/h2][/center]

I find a chair and sit down. "So, there is another Sith Lord running around?" I look from Salazar to Xan. "I thought three was enough."

[center][h2] Salazar Greshh [/h2][/center]

"Darth Imperious is not like other Sith. She came from nothing; a slave to a cruel master named Reniko Greshh."

[center][h2] Xanthippe Naberrie [/h2][/center]

"A relative of yours?" I say with a slight smile.

[center][h2] Salazar Greshh [/h2][/center]

I glance in her direction. "My uncle. After my father was killed, I went to stay with him until my early academy training was complete. He beat me almost as much as he did his slaves, so I never had any love for him. But that's a story for another time." I pace away. "When the Empire discovered Jyana was Force sensitive, they forced Renkio to free her, then shipped her off to Korriban to be trained. I doubt they expected her to become anything more than a glorified servant to some influential Sith. But she suprised everyone with not only her strength in the Force, but her cunning and a ambition. She rose quickly through the ranks, outsmarting rivals at every turn with barely any effort at all. Eventually, she landed herself a place on the Dark Council, head of Ancient Knowledge. That not only gave her access to an immense supply of resources, but gave allowed her to spread her influence as one of the top twelve Sith in the Empire. Charismatic and ruthless. Her peers either loved her or feared her."

[center][h2] Korré [/h2][/center]

I have remained mostly quiet up until this point, but I do speak up now. "Which one were you? Did you love her or fear her?"

[center][h2] Salazar Greshh [/h2][/center]

I think about it for a moment. "Perhaps a bit of both. When I met her as a Darth, I didn't know she was the same girl from Ziost. The one my uncle would unleash his drunken fury upon, and who my deranged cousin would torment. I just knew she was someone worthy of their title. She wasn't handed anything, and fought for every scrap of power she achieved. So, in that regard, I admired her greatly. But, as the Wrath, I always kept her in mind as a potential usurper for the Imperial Throne." I sign. "If she lives, than she has the power and leadership skills to bring about a new Golden Age of the Sith. If any others still live from the old war, they will flock to her banner. And, if she is smart, she will also be on the look out for young, impressionable Force Sensitives that she can convert to her side." I look at Becca. "No question. There will be another war soon enough."

 [center][h2] Xanthippe Naberrie [/h2][/center]

"And whose side will you be on when war does break out?"

[center][h2] Salazar Greshh [/h2][/center]

I raise an eyebrow at her. "Whose side will YOU be on?"