Corbos; The Shaper's Palace
The New Emperor of the Sith Empire idly pulled up his datapad for the day. Freshly brewed tea for the morning sitting precariously on the arm of his throne, while he casually swiped through the mail that evidently required his attention. Idly depositing the majority of it into the nearby 'trash' folder as things such as 'Hot Zeltrons in your Area' flashed across the screen. 'Doctors hate him! See how Grand Poobah Irveric Tavlar maintains his hair with this one simple trick!'! That one he saved for later. But as he murmured a very bored, disinterested "Junk. Junk. Junk. Spam. Death threat....." Over and over again, he came to one document in particular and began to deposit into the garbage with a murmur of "Ju-..." Pausing, the New Emperor sighed as the brief preview message flashed over the screen and with a flick of his wrist, he opened the offending document.
"To the current administration of the Sith Empire, whomever your emperor is this week, I have a simple a message.
The Ashlan Crusade claims the worlds of Ruuria, Tiss'harl, and all other worlds east of Dromund Kass currently under Sith rule. You will withdraw your armies and prepare the local governments for the transfer of administrative control to the Ashlan Crusade, as those lands hold our people, and they will not be forced to live under the flag of foreigners any longer. Refusal to comply with this demand will be seen as an act of war on the Sith Empire's part. My people will respond in kind. You have twenty-four galactic standard hours to comply. Have a good day."
The New Emperor's eyes closed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation and finished flicking the file to another folder. Simply muttering under his breathe "I don't even know who you are...." Before taking a sip of his tea and continuing to count his mail for the rest of the morning.
