Another party joined the room, a woman. Mike went to the table and began without first introducing the newcomers. Oh well. That girl, she sure was blushing though. Salis narrowed her eyes at her. Her first instinct? Bad liar. Second instinct? Good liar. Final assumption? Probably the former but Salis was far too wary to actually act on that. The former sith crossed her arms watching as Mike began. She raised an eyebrow at his introduction of himself, Warlord, Sith Lord? Those were a bit of a stretch. As far as she was aware he had not yet proven to have the skill in the force to achieve the latter title, nor the resources and achievements of the former. Perhaps he just wanted to sound better to improve morale or something, but it didn't help hers.
He mentioned his wife Maria. A monarch, ok, healer? New information. Magic? Not sure what he meant by that. Nor what the big three were. Fireson V'Trechen next. So, he had a relative did her? Presumably a crime lord, but only a Sith acolyte. Next came 'princess' Natalie. Apparently his acolyte. She remained quiet, writing down notes after saluting, and still blushing.
So, Salis was the most powerful one in the room was she? Without his position over the Fel Imperium, Mike's own resources were heavily reduced. And based on previous experiences, he didn't have superior combative or military application to her. With the other two as only acolytes, and Maria as having no military training, that meant Salis was sitting among, in her opinion. Inferiors. She sighed. This was not tactically advantageous exactly. She wanted to help Mike, but for her own gain in some way. She couldn't do this without achieving something of her own.
She Removed the rebreather around her face, though kept it on hand. Her senses ever attuned for threats should she have to put it back and fight or act, her knuckles cracked, "I think I should make a few things clear, before we get started." she said with a smile. The smile of a woman who had killed many before by her own hands. And would in the future. The smile of someone who knew how things played out. "I want you all to know just what will happen in relation to me. I am in a room with two acolytes, a healer, and Mike. As far as combat and war is concerned, I am the superior to every one of you. As far as cynicism is concerned, I will be watching you, every move you make, every step you take when you are in my presence, and even maybe when you are not. The only one of you I have any vague trust for is Mike, because I have known him for years. And even if he did take action against me, I might know what it would be."
A few phrik blades levitated off her and placed themselves on the table, just another piece, a casual movement, "Whatever my involvement. I will not be trifled with, I will not be toyed with. I will receive what is my due. If you try to screw with me, and if I so decide this faction is where I belong, if you try to toy with it," She smiled at the two newcomers in particular, "I will happily turn you from acolytes, to corpses. Mike's friends, or family, or not. I hope that's clear."
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