In My Head.

[Darth Eversor]

Standing in the spotlight, The Silent Hand flowed with his blade, each movement fluid and with meaning. A small group of uniformed men followed the same movements, their spirits synced together as one unit. Suddenly a modulated voice breaks the stillness of the room. Satsujin-sha had no true voice of his own, a warrior of true discipline and formality that was as silent as the wind. Born to a Moff, but bastard of the shadows and a child of the Empire. ​

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"A new era does not come with blades and guns. It is forged by those who wield them. This is your instrument, your soul before you in your very hands. If you cannot uphold this, you are pathetic and weak dead or alive. A disgrace. To fight under my blade is to choose death whenever there is choice between life and death. There is no other reasoning for you to understand."​

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A strong, spiteful slash was the final motion from Satsujin-sha before he sheathed his blade. He bowed before his group slowly, rising back up like a flower being revived in the spring. He watched his men leave in silence, turning in place before a large holoprojector. ​

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"You have learned well, Satsujin-sha. Your reports are satisfactory. I wish to give you a task unlike any other I have emulated for you, trained you for. Of course it will be of no issue for your skillset."​

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There was no strong bond between the father and son other than endurance. A test of time to see if the boy could succeed his father's position. Kiro was treated as nothing more than an automaton with a blade, leaving little in the way of personality and adding a new depth of meaning to his muteness.​

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"The Zambrano name is a scourge to the galaxy. Purge it."​

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Transmission end.​

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Satsujin-sha nodded and got to his knees, removing his blade's sheath from his backside and placing it across his lap. Now was the time for meditation and planning. He had heard of the Zambrano name as a child and saw his father's facial expressions each day when he caught wind of a new bastard born to the system. They sounded like vermin and would be treated as such.​

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Let the hunt begin.​

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[member="Darth Mephirium"]

 

[Placeholder 04]

The Atrisian was largely an unknown.

Satsujin had sworn himself to the cause, that much was true, but Mephirium knew dreadfully little about his newest ally. [member="Mythos"] had promised his Atrisian Legions for the coming war, and with it came some of the shadowy assassins Atrisia hosted it. The galaxy had mostly forgotten about Atrisia's hidden children, but Mephirium knew of their prowess. His father had spoken of them during his reign.

They were zealous, dutiful, and volatile. If he could keep them in check, they would serve as powerful allies. If not...

Darth Mephirium swept into the room without a word. He made no effort to announce himself, though the men training alongside Satsujin noticed him anyway. He waved them all off, quietly ushering them outside. Within moments, only he and Satsujin-sha occupied the room.

"Don't resist me, assassin." Mephirium stated bluntly.

He held out a gloved hand. Ethereal tendrils spread from his fingertips to envelop the Atrisian assassin. The link was a mental one - one that Mephirium had been preparing for through the entire morning. The galaxy melted away all at once. If Satsujin complied, they would find themselves as specters in the man's earliest memories. It was brought about by a form of flowwalking, though not as powerful as the traditional use of the ability.

"In your mind, I give you a voice. Speak."

[member="Kiro Masahide"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Suddenly the materium faded out of existence and Satsujin-sha was thrown into a timeless world, one outlined in shadow and whispers. Memories is what they were, mementos all around of both achievements and hardships. Then it stopped. He was witnessing his childhood all over again but from a distance, unable to disturb the flow of the residual spectacle. An echo.

"What is this?" A voice unfamiliar yet entirely his own, Satsujin-sha looked down at himself a bit perplexed. "What is the meaning of this?" He asked [member="Darth Mephirium"]. This all seemed a bit strange and possibly threatening. Who knew what the Dark Lord had up his sleeves or even if he intended to assume control over the Atrisian. Even if Satsujin-sha wasn't of the Force, he would stand his ground out of honor for his own willpower and identity. He watched the man he served under warily as the moment continued.

"In a way I suppose I should thank you, my Lord. But do not expect anything more than an exchange of words. You see, I've been watching you and everything unfold. If it is control you seek, I refuse to be a puppet, I have much more respect and dignity for myself than such. I know what Sith are capable of, and out of honesty, I must admit that I fear you. But do not misconstrue honesty for submission. I work for that of the Imperial pride, you and I are on two sides of the same coin. It is out of that fear however that I have learned to bond with it, exploit it, face it. You Sith may be woefully steely in your reckless abandon, and even quite intimidating, but at least YOU understand what needs to be done."

Satsujin-sha had quite a lot to say, but it also made one wonder, how long could the Dark Lord tolerate an Imperial being honest?

"Now explain to me what the meaning of this meeting is."