Allies: Galactic Alliance (sort of)
Enemies: The Sith Empire
Objectives: Acquire Holocrons | Convert Jedi to the Darkside
Troops: 5 Undead
Jedi Temple on Coruscant
Elsewhere in the great galactic city, he could sense the presence of his friend Srina Talon, who had finally managed to make her way through the raging fleets above and arrived to help with the evacuation. He knew she would find his methods questionable, but he had already seen the writing on the wall and knew that the Galactic Alliance would not survive this raging inferno. He would do his duty and recover who and what he could for the Confederacy, by any means necessary, which included using his Necromantic skills to raise more soldiers for the battle. But he could not honestly say that he was not pleased by the Alliance's fate.
An annoying voice interrupted the Overlord's hunt for enemies. With a growl, the monstrous Sith Lord turned to face the mewling Jedi which had so brazenly challenged him, raising an eyebrow as his slitted, feline eyes fell upon the white-haired Echani woman that stood before him. The claws on his free hand twitched, even as the three crimson lightsabers that he held aloft through the invisible telekinetic tendrils that held onto them with a vice-like grip, turned to face his challenger as well, ready to block any attack from the Sith Lord's defiant opponent.
"You bantha-brained fool," the Overlord spoke, his tone one of disgust and condescension. "I've always known you Jedi are stupid, but I never imagined you would rise to such heights of stupidity, like the ones you so expertly climbed. In case you haven't noticed, I wear a Confederate uniform. That means we're supposed to be on the same side," the Sith Lord spat out, his anger driving him to take a step forward towards his offender.
"I am Darth Tacitus. Overlord of the Shrouded Republic, Lord of Admirals of the Confederacy, Reaper of Lorrd and White Wolf of Ession," he announced himself, the grip on his longsword tightening until the leather cracked in protest. "Do you know what I do to traitors and mutineers, little Jedi?" he asked, spitting the word 'Jedi' like it was an insult. "Because it seems to me that you have a death wish."
"Seeing that you are so stupid as to not recognize the insignia on my uniform, I will assume that the pathetic excuse you have for a brain has led you to a rash decision. I will give you one last chance to fall back into line and do your job. Because, right now, you are standing between me and these imperial Sith that I came here to hunt," he said in a raspy, malicious tone.
"However," he warned, even as he took one more step towards her, his remaining Undead minions shambling in agitation as what was left of their minds felt their master's rage. "If you insist on your desire to depart this galaxy prematurely, I will be more than happy to grant you that wish."