A'sharad remained seated throughout the entire procession. His armour was heavy, not that he couldn't move in it, but once he was seated, he had no intention of rising again unless absolutely necessary. Whether it was in defense of the Grand Moff - She was the only one worth protecting, the Ren were capable of protecting themselves, and based off of the hostility that radiated off of Carlyle Rausgeber and the thinly veiled ambitions of the Security Minister, Dante Calgar, the two would likely have been asking to be threatened. Yet, the Galactic Alliance hadn't brought anyone of exceeding importance, other than Jamie Pyne, though her position as Queen translated to being of little actual threat to the Sith Lord. Not that he couldn't sense the Force radiating from her being and likely being worthy of some respect in the realm of combat, but she had come for peace. And if what his own sources in the First Order Security Bureau's were true, then the Queen had been captive not too long ago... Coming back.
Either it was foolish, or worthy of respect.
Although he bore no DataPad to read off of, the information within his Heads Up Display did that for him, not that it was necessary. He had done his information on the scheduled guests. Jaius Sovv had been present at Kaeshana, had made demands of the Grand Moff, and had totted what little power he had in an attempt to seem in command. Evidently, with the casualty lists, it hadn't turned out well, not that him, as a General at the time would've allowed his Legion to surrender any ground. It had been a brutal battle on the ground below, merely falling back from the planet after so many lives lost would've been a betrayal to his soldiers, and it was likely they'd feel the same.
Then there was a Taeli Raaf, who he knew little if anything about. New Jedi Order representative, who seemed to have a mouth on her based on the attempt of whispering across such a distance to one at the end of the table from A'sharad in the form of the Master of Ren, Samka Derith Another anomaly, but another one who was no threat to him. They fought on the same side, for now, for who knew what the future would hold, that said, being a mystery left much to the imagination.
There'd come a day they'll interact more, he imagined, likely, it wouldn't be today.
Somewhere nearby was Valessia Creed, the Foreign Minister. A single seat away from him was Natasi Fortan, the Grand Moff.
He would begin.
"Welcome to the site of your first failure as an Armed Force." The vocoder of the suit of armour deepening, distorting and reforming it into one that was cold, one that would've inspired more fear than actual loyalty, though they were one in the same to the Sith Lord - There had yet to be anyone to show him otherwise in or out of his career as Supreme Commander, or a proclaimed Lord of the Sith. "I imagine we are not blessed with the presence of the brains behind the assault on First Order assets and personnel on this planet?" The stygian helmet rotated back and forth. Could they feel his eyes on them? It didn't matter, he'd keep talking. "Since your government has been so obsessed with this subject since its occurrence, the one responsible for the crucifixions was a loosely affiliated Dark Jedi, unchained and unashamed in his actions." Of course he knew that Darth Veles was a Sith Lord, not unlike himself, but dubbing him as one would also be incriminating to himself, despite there being no actual proof of the Supreme Commander doing anything, but, following the standard rules of engagement. Yet, should one of them truly know the title of the Mon Calamari, then they would them both to be Sith. Which also came with the fact that Sith truly owed no loyalty to each other, as evidenced by A'sharad's throwing the alien under the proverbial bus right off the bat. "He's avoided Imperial Justice," a pause. "A Mon Calamari known as Avreet, though he parades around under a false persona known as Veles." There was a glance down the line to the Minister of Security. Perhaps the FOSB knew more about the whereabouts of the Alien Criminal, but A'sharad had already come to the end of that path.
Phrik crushgaunts rose onto the table, metal fingers intertwining with each other as the Sith Lord paused.
"And now to the purpose of this meeting: We propose," the way he spoke the word suggesting anything but a proposal. "An official proclamation of cessation of armed combat and withdrawal of all official and unofficial assets from First Order Space." There was no illusion as to where the disturbances along the Order's border planets originated from. Whether loyalists to the ideology of the Galactic Alliance, or Alliance Operatives, here was their opportunity to retrieve them before they suffered Imperial Justice.
There could've been a better way to go about it, one that if more thought had gone into it, could've spun his proposal better, more eloquently, but the Sith Lord was much better at painting a masterpiece with a crimson bladed lightsabre than talking politics. In this scenario, he had opted for a similar approach as he would on the battlefield.
Straight to the point.
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