Post by Darth Exolus on Sept 21, 2015 20:14:26 GMT
It was an impossibility for a Chiss' eyes to dilate, yet when the mountain of text, throwing everything he had thought to be true out the nearest airlock, Owam's eyes seemingly dimmed in brightness, shrinking down in hue. The rest of his fellows were equally moved by the new information. Naturally, Farron was outright dismissive, barking about lies and trickery. Runa nodded slowly to herself. Her mind was made up. The younger Kelrune took it harder, as if losing a close family member. Owam stood up, to defy the information, but his words caught in his throat. He knew. He knew it was so.
"Dead. It's impossible. We were too careful... He was too careful," he gasped, falling clumsily back into his chair, "we did everything he asked. Everything."
"It is the truth Owam. Careful we were, yes, but Lord Trivas was only one man. His plans, our contingencies could only go so far," Runa added sadly, gazing at Darth Ares with a disappointed look, "I am not a warrior. I cannot fight your war. I can only offer my knowledge for your Dark Lord. That is all I can do."
"I will fight," Kelrune spoke up at last, "it's what he would have expected of us. If he's dead, our services go to the stronger Sith... Farron."
Farron was having none of it, throwing his fist onto the table, "Owam, this slander has gone on long enough. You are our leader in Lord Trivas' stead! We must avenge him!"
"Will you stop, Farron?!" Owam bellowed, in a surprising outburst, "What will that accomplish? Are we supposed to be inspired by his martyrdom? What good will that accomplish?!"
"We were supposed to die for him!"
Owam shut his eyes, swallowing hard. His bile was apparent. He truly despised his current position. But he kept it well-hidden - at least from those who read little into body language.
"No. We are supposed to live for him. And we will," he responded, rising to his feet with heavy breath, "Lord and Lady Sith. You have done what we asked. You have our thanks. We defer to the will of your Dark Lord."
"Dead. It's impossible. We were too careful... He was too careful," he gasped, falling clumsily back into his chair, "we did everything he asked. Everything."
"It is the truth Owam. Careful we were, yes, but Lord Trivas was only one man. His plans, our contingencies could only go so far," Runa added sadly, gazing at Darth Ares with a disappointed look, "I am not a warrior. I cannot fight your war. I can only offer my knowledge for your Dark Lord. That is all I can do."
"I will fight," Kelrune spoke up at last, "it's what he would have expected of us. If he's dead, our services go to the stronger Sith... Farron."
Farron was having none of it, throwing his fist onto the table, "Owam, this slander has gone on long enough. You are our leader in Lord Trivas' stead! We must avenge him!"
"Will you stop, Farron?!" Owam bellowed, in a surprising outburst, "What will that accomplish? Are we supposed to be inspired by his martyrdom? What good will that accomplish?!"
"We were supposed to die for him!"
Owam shut his eyes, swallowing hard. His bile was apparent. He truly despised his current position. But he kept it well-hidden - at least from those who read little into body language.
"No. We are supposed to live for him. And we will," he responded, rising to his feet with heavy breath, "Lord and Lady Sith. You have done what we asked. You have our thanks. We defer to the will of your Dark Lord."