I have no love for the Republic, the Beastia begins, but I am tolerant.
I will not lament their eradication from this place, but there is a certain balance to be maintained. I would see it maintained.
If there were an armrest to drum her fingers on, Vrag would do exactly that. In the absence of such, she settles for draping an arm over the back of the chair.
The wilds are to be left untouched. They are my domain. In return I will forget about my moral obligations to stop your people from wiping the presence of the Republic off this planet. Beastia's tone is level, unthreatening, but shared with an air of knowing something that Vrag does not. To think that the One Sith would quiver at the prospect of the Beast Riders was foolish, and she would not pretend to think they stood a chance against their full Empire, but there was something to be gained here if Vrag played her cards right. The economy of Iziz is tantamount to the continued prosperity and usefulness of Onderon. Leave the city intact. Topple the Monarchy if you must.
The machinations of this planet have been under my control for a very long time... she continues after a pause to allow Vrag time to absorb, to consider, Its power, its strength, its secrets are all mine to provide to the One Sith, of which I will do freely if my sovereignty remains uncontested.
A curious thought occurs to the Sith even while the Beastia speaks. She waits calmly until the last word rings out in her head before constructing the question.
How much of my thoughts can you hear?
She had no reassurance that the woman would reply sincerely, of course, and she'd never have come as far as she had if she went around trusting people just because.
Their situation, however, was... different.
Lives and resources hinged on what they said, and so words were chosen with care, and more patience than usual was given. More patience, and a certain degree of trust.
"You can keep the wilds, and your rule over them."
The Beastia offers no solid response to the internalized question, but a slight shift in her poise - a rounding of broad shoulders, a subtle straightening of the back, a careful tilt of the head, a curve of poignant intensity in those darkly rimmed eyes. It all suggested that she was quite capable of hearing more than Vrag was comfortable knowing.
Whether or not she chose to remained a mystery.
Dxun is also mine, she said then, and I will not tolerate any amount of Sithspawn or Vong. Their very presence corrupts and destroys the balance of this realm. In return I will provide warriors, beasts and their products.
A wry smile curls her lips as she tilts her chin, regarding the other woman through lidded eyes. The power in the room is nearly tangible, and the tension could be cut with a blunt knife.
It occurs to Vrag that the price of a world and its people becomes somewhat devalued once you've razed a few dozen.
"Dxun is an inhospitable jungle, as is much of Onderon. We'd waste more resources claiming it than what we could ever reap from it. The Vong won't be a concern, and the same goes for Sithspawn."
"You will provide your Beast Riders?"
They are historied with many great victories alongside the Sith.
"And you won't disturb Imperial activity in Iziz?"
Not unless it disturbs the economy that feeds the wilds.
"And what kind of economy have you established to that purpose?"
...have you a datapad.
The Beastia nods and expresses a strained breath, eyes closing momentarily in thought.
At this, Vrag coaxes one of the chitin pouches between the plates of Ygdris open.
"I have this."