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Coruscant

Above Coruscant a mighty warp anomoly erupted into realspace; tearing reality asunder as the full might of a Thousand strong Chronosian battlefleet slid forth into corporeality above the Capital World; a shimmering jewel in the dark crown of the Galactic Empire. Tensions were high; terrible omens flitted from pole to pole; the rebels destruction of the HQ of Seinar; while not a blow against the Imperium; would surely weaken the Empire, and so the ripples from said event, had led to this moment. When Remiel De Drakan stepped into his shuttle, flanked by Lucian and Severino; and descended towards the planet.

Remiel held enough power to get to the Throne Room; he held authority and respect; and now, as he stood before the great throne that marked it's occupant as ruler of the Entire Empire; he smiled. He had asked that the Empress be alerted to his arrival; and meet with him in the Throne Room; and now, not caring who watched from below; he strode forth, confidant, determined; and sat himself upon the throne; sighing softly. He turned a languid eye towards the doors, and waited; awaited her arrival. He had very interesting news to proclaim to her; and a most interesting proposition...One that would surely change the face of the galaxy.

About Kuat, about Kaminos, in orbit of Pentova; they came; at least three Chronosian war-fleets; each a thousand strong; their messages plain and simple; they had come to fortify the key areas of the Empire; they came to protect them from the enemy who had crushed Seinar; who threatened every nation and world within the alliance. And with them came the insidious whispers of Chaos; the teasing voices that seemed to linger in the air as Psyker's passed by; the cruel hiss of Daemons; and the malignant Machinations of these most fallen brethern of humanity.

The Empress arrived swiftly and found Remiel, blood of her blood, upon the Throne. Any others would have been tossed off the throne, but not him. She smiled.

"Come to rule the Empire today?" She asked lightly. "We have much to talk, I see."

"You sith...." He chuckled, rising softly. "It's almost as though you...Read my mind." A satyr's grin upon his lips as he approaches; Lucian and Severino standing by the Throne; their eyes trained upon the confrontation. "We have been watching, dear Sister, and have noted that the destruction of Seinar must serve as a grevious blow against you. As such, we see it as....Advisable to end this little war as soon as possible. To quash the rebellious elements; and make peace with our numerous enemies. The problem..."

He paused, gesturing in the air for a moment, before turning back towardd her; eyes alive with shimmering warp energy; crackling with chaotic discharge. "Is that none of this can be accomplished under the Sith; and with the Thrashian whores each day playing more and more into our enemies hands; there must be an end to this. A swift conclusion. As such, I would advise you to relinquish all Imperial Power; to me. The Imperium shall take its stewardship as Lord of the Empire; and lead us through this difficult time...Once the crisis is over; the Senate shall be caled together; and the plans for the New Order shall be drawn up. No longer will we pariah ourselves; we shall reach out, seize the galaxy by the lapels and scream that we shall not be ignored. No longer will we dance through the cosmos on whims of ancient and stereotypical evil; the Sith order shall relinquish it's power; and the Force User's shall be reconciled. We shall show the Galaxy our new face...A face that will cause those who once hated us to flock to us; and a true power shall arise. An empire not founded upon evil and malice, but upon strength...Power...And Cunning."

"My Empire."

Her smile disappeared as Remiel stated his terms. She had power, as the Galactic Empress, why would she relinquish it? She reached into the Dark Side, but instead of lashing out, the Force granted her a vision.

On one hand, was the Empire. Fallen, broken, in pieces. The Empire's enemies come to fight over the corpse like a pack of dogs. All is devastation. Worlds in ruins. If she denied it.

On the other hand. was the Empire. Grander than ever. The Empire's enemies crushed under its steel boots. It was not enough to just rule the Empire anymore, but sustain it for perhaps a thousand generations. The late Emperor's admonishment that the Empire is more important than anyone else, enters once more in her ears. Perhaps more important than even her...if she accepted.

A Sith always seeks the path of power...and the second choice was the true path...the first path was not a good choice.

The Empress swallowed her pride. "I see the truth in your statements. The Moff Council will be notified of this change. I...am honored to have the Imperium take the Empire to new avenues. I relinquish my rule as Empress of the Galactic Empire in all respects and regain my title as Empress of the Coreworlds. However, I shall remain in the background and...poke at times." She smiled at her own words. "Remiel, your word is law in the Empire now..."

"Excellent." He chuckles softly. "And now; I have a job for you. A very special endeavor. I want you to deliver a message for me. Can you do that, Nightshade?" Remiel's laughter becomes an almost mockery as he rises; ascending to the Throne; taking his rightful place now. "You are to go to Jurai; and propose...Peace with your kin. The Coreworlds shall once agains be unified; and free to make their own decisions as to their membership. If they choose to leave; they must swear bonds of peace with us. Do this; and your debt to us is repaid; your freedom assured; and your title assured. You shall the Lady Nightshade; representative and Senator of the Coreworlds; and share that position with your brother; should he accept. Light and Dark shall sit at my table; and feast."

He chuckles softly; a soft mewling as he beholds his Empire; triggering a holographic display of the entirety of the Galactic Empire. He smiles softly. "Now; on to the Thrashian problem. They should be appeased now that the Sith are removed from the truer balance of Power. I should send word; invitation to the feast. I shall strengthen us from within, and shield us from without. With careful words, and small actions; one can change the scales of power, influence and respect; when a fleet of thousands can fail to do so. The Sith see only in absolutes and in terms of rule; and oppression. I can see every single movement, and appreciated it's place in the grand Chaos of the Universe..."

"Excellent." He chuckles softly. "And now; I have a job for you. A very special endeavor. I want you to deliver a message for me. Can you do that, Nightshade?" Remiel's laughter becomes an almost mockery as he rises; ascending to the Throne; taking his rightful place now. "You are to go to Jurai; and propose...Peace with your kin. The Coreworlds shall once agains be unified; and free to make their own decisions as to their membership. If they choose to leave; they must swear bonds of peace with us. Do this; and your debt to us is repaid; your freedom assured; and your title assured. You shall the Lady Nightshade; representative and Senator of the Coreworlds; and share that position with your brother; should he accept. Light and Dark shall sit at my table; and feast."
Despite long-standing animosity between the Jedi and Sith, Nightshade saw the wisdom in keeping her friends close and her enemies closer. Besides, the Duel will one day occur, it is inevitable. If not today or tomorrow, but someday. "I shall accept."

He chuckles softly; a soft mewling as he beholds his Empire; triggering a holographic display of the entirety of the Galactic Empire. He smiles softly. "Now; on to the Thrashian problem. They should be appeased now that the Sith are removed from the truer balance of Power. I should send word; invitation to the feast. I shall strengthen us from within, and shield us from without. With careful words, and small actions; one can change the scales of power, influence and respect; when a fleet of thousands can fail to do so. The Sith see only in absolutes and in terms of rule; and oppression. I can see every single movement, and appreciated it's place in the grand Chaos of the Universe..."
"Therein lies the flaw of the Sith." Nightshade answered, looking back on all those Sith before her. She was learning already the proper way to rule. Soft words with a big stick. "The Empire will do well under your rule."

"As it should; though it is not by my virtues alone that the Empire shall profit and triumph; but by the contributions of all towards the whole. Call forth the standing Senate; send me the Moffs; there is much to be done; much to be planned." He rose; brushing a hand across the silk of his cloaks; his armor gleaming in the light as he moved forward.

"I place this in your hands; your duty before you leave. Do well by me, Fiona; and all the Galaxy will see our merits; our triumphs. We must be united within; then strong without; a unified front; a strong front in the aftermath of our Emperor's death. We must rule as we live; strength beneath a sheath of cunning. We are as the arm that holds the sword; soft skin protecting the strength of the muscle...We must be Master's of our fates; Captains of our souls...Or lack thereof"

Nightshade bowed and left the Throne Room.

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"We will not stand for this." Blathe angrily told the Dark Lady. "We are the New Order, they are Chaos! The two are water and oil; just doesn't mix. How could you have done this? How could you have just let him take the Throne like that?"

"Calm yourself before you blow a vessel, Blathe." Nightshade growled. "Have you seen the latest war reports? Over half of the Death Star fleet lost at Thrashia Prime and their Emperor escaped. Siener's stocks are falling after that assault by Azaha forces. Spies reporting plans to assault Kamino and other key Imperial sites. To be frank, it's the best idea in a while. But you do have a point. Go to the Throne Room. Offer your support. I will be available on Tenetia if you need me."

"Very well, we will give reluctant support. Very reluctant." Hael answered curtly.

"That's all I want from you..." Nightshade answered and walked out of the Moff Council Room to plan the trip to Jurai...