~| 14th hour, central compound |~
~| Nimm Deenia & Sish |~
Sish was on his way to the barracks, to examine the undoubtedly green troops he had to deal with, when he spotted Nimm Deenia. He grinned, stopping on his way by. “Lady Nimm. A pleasant surprise to meet you on this path.” Nimm was a Sith he could trust. Purely because their goals of hurting the jedi as much as possible and disdaining from the ambitious politics that were no doubt going to fester soon. His nostrils flared, taking in the subtle hint of seared flesh. “Already hard at work on the jedi I see.” His nostrils flared again, searching his memory for the familiar scent. “The Kiffar?”
“Lord Sish.” Nimm answered, bowing respectfully. When the Trandoshan visibly sniffed the air, she wondered what he would detect. “The Kiffar indeed.” She smiled. “He is in the process of getting a new lesson in weakness and pain. In loss of control.” The Sith Lord, though more powerful than her, was reliable and to a certain degree predictable. She had no interest in crossing him. She looked him over and saw that there were a few relatively fresh bloodstains on his clothes. “Who did you educate?”
Sish waved his metal claw, the dried blood flashing. “Both my apprentice and the young boy. Small, pale, blonde haired and blue eyed. Looks and talks naively.” He flexed his metal claw. “No pain tolerance.” He grinned again, red eye flashing. “I may make her choose one of them to be her personal project, someone she is responsible for turning. It’d be very educational for her, and teach her the strength she lacks right now.”
He tilted his head, remembering something. “I told the boy that we have glassed Coruscant and killed everyone on the planet. Have you told a similar story to the Kiffar?”
“I wonder… how much pain can a Jedi like that take before losing consciousness or breaking? A worthy subject of study.” She smiled at the idea. “How is your apprentice doing? Is she learning from her lessons?”
“I left the facts about Coruscant itself unspoken. I did inform him how beautiful the destruction of their temple was. I doubt even their vaunted holocrons will be intact after the amount of explosives I put into that particular vault… As for story… It is important that we do not give stories that are too much in conflict, unless it is to make a prisoner trust one of us more than another.”
“Not much. Had to wake him up twice. Once with adrenaline.” Sish shrugged. “She is learning at her rate. Slow and stubborn. She’ll adapt or she will perish, like all the weak in the galaxy.” He thought for a moment, then nodded. “Complete destruction of the temple and planet followed by Republic surrender, rather than we’re in a false peace. Who knows, maybe we’ll be able to make them hate the republic for surrendering so quickly and forgetting about them.” He bared his teeth, cybernetic eye flashing. “It’ll be fun, at the very least.”
“I do hope you succeed with her. If not, then there are always other candidates. Maybe one of prisoners will make a worthy apprentice, once educated properly?” Nimm vaguely recalled having seen that apprentice, but had little memory of her beyond that. She had not yet shown herself to be worthy of further attention. “That sounds like a good story to feed them. I will probably include one or two things that do not quite match up with yours, so that it does not appear to be a choreographed story. Focus on different aspects of it. We will have to mention this to the other Sith as well, so that at least most of them fall in line.”
“Maybe. We’ll see how they turn out. She’ll either break and they’ll rise or she’ll rise and they’ll break. Such is the way of things. “ Sish nodded. “That will work. Make it believable. I doubt we’ll have trouble with the rest of the Sith agreeing to our story. The young Red Sith is easily intimidated, the other Lords aren’t stupid, and the one with the apprentice will make him listen. Simple. ” He laughed, amused at his own naivety. “Of course, things rarely go as planned with the other Sith, do they?”
“They don’t. That is what makes it fun. I have already spoken some with one of them, the Chev apprentice, Daven. He will fall in line.” She knew the actual story would have to be provided, but that was only a minor matter. “You should take a look at the Kiffar. Put him through some exercises… My… gift… to him will make him prone to failing.” As she said this last bit, she smiled enigmatically, having no intention to reveal exactly what she had done.
“I’ll make sure to grab him next then. For now, I have to go check on the green boys that Nyiss calls soldiers. See how much effort I’ll have to put in into making them better than children who jump at the merest sound of the lightsaber activating. Not like the
Imperial Gardners. Those soldiers could stare down a Rancor without flinching.” Sish grinned, eyes glinting. “Eventually I’ll have them ready to repel whatever noble rescue the Jedi have planned.”
Nimm chuckled at the blatant scorn the Sith Lord had in his voice when he spoke the word ‘noble’. “Staring down a rancor is acceptable in well-trained soldiers. Staring down one of the master’s Sithspawn, now that is a task only the best of soldiers and Sith can do.”
“Even with the treaty so recently signed, we’ll probably see them trying something. They are predictable like that. Presenting a face of
honesty and
honor to the galaxy, even as all with any real knowledge know just how perfidious they are at heart.”
“Funny how similar we are, once you strip away the religion. The strong will always hold their power over the weak, some are just more honest about it. They manipulate the Republic, we rule the Empire. How long will we have to repeat the truth before they see it themselves, I wonder? Or will they go to the grave believing in their hypocrisy. Only time will tell.” He gave Nimm a bow. “A pleasure as always Lady Nimm, but I must go and terrify the new boys playing a soldiers with stories from the front. I’m sure we’ll meet again.”
“Until they are all dead, I suspect. Blind in their devotion, they are.” She had seen firsthand how hard they were indoctrinated far too many times. “Have fun with them. Don’t break too many of the soldiers. Even the greenest of the green can be used to catch a blaster bolt aimed at someone better trained.” She was glad she would not need to train the troops. She had far more interesting things to do. Things she would have to get started on soon. “Until we meet again, Lord Sish.”
