The transport to this ship from battle to here had been oddly quiet. In the beginning, it had been punctuated with enemy fire, but the pilot had taken evasive maneuvers and he had repaired what machinery and shield maintenance had been needed. Sadly, while Sirus was capable with his hands, he was no great pilot, nor was he an expert in astro-navigation. For all his ability to keep alive and be useful, he needed much more time in the pilot seat before becoming practical in its use. Ah, there was that word again. The knife had branched out, but not enough. Well, we'll see... They came to the meeting - nine of them and one speaker - and the speaker explained why exactly they were called here. Stupid, stupid fools, those three. In-fighting in the middle of a war when the enemy will just shoot your back when you turn on each other? Time and a place, you idiots. Time and a place. What they were lacking in was resolve. Such things as trust and loyalty may not come easy in the Empire. In fact, many times it was in negative supply, but an empire has necessity and drive. That has to work in there somewhere, or what was ever the point in being there?
Zana exposed herself as being a droid in human form - Why is it that people felt the need for their thinking machines to look human when they themselves did not feel it important? - and explained that she was in the support of making a lord...out of one of them. Sirus knew immediately the thought that had to cross their minds, because it crossed his: 'How can I make this so?' He knew well the minds of Sith, the Sith pattern if you will. People act in a certain way. His training with weapons from the knife to the saber had shown him that you must understand all the little signs in a person to make sure your attack finds the kink in their armor. People are to be read and made to fall to the knife, and he was such a knife. Now, as questions were asked and addressed, he remained silent. His focus was on the room and those in it. Let others ask what is on their mind. They would provide him with information before him. Only then would he speak.
In response to the slaying of Darth Erinyes, the enemy had made their move and begun a new campaign on the Sith Empire. This was going to make things complicated... There were questions of how a droid can help them or why not seize power now? Really. Did any of them really look as though they could suddenly take command? His own ego and belief in his abilities aside, he was a better killer than a leader. Leadership required more than they had in power and brains...for the moment. The droid was still a droid, though. Droids were useful even if they didn't have power. Sirus would find some value in Zana even if she only picked up a blaster and shot somebody with it. That would be something. Still, she was a Sith's droid. Presumably, she worked FOR someone. He had to wonder if her master was dead or that she was taking secret orders, or...perhaps there was one other option? Well, that was a subject for another time.
What REALLY got his attention was the mention of Coruscant, of an area sealed tight and defended by machine alone. Maybe a long time ago, this place was maximum security, but perhaps in this day and age some bold Sith might decide to try it. If it was low priority to some and undisturbed, there might be something useful. The old Master had made mention that a single man of power can grip an empire's heart and force it to beat to his whims as he spoke of Palpatine, nay Sidious. His Master had been something of a manipulator himself. Not a sorcerer, per se, but with enough mental power to keep many in a similar grip that he had on one Sirus McLaylen. This seemed to be the sort of idea that was only marginally risky with a definite payoff. It screamed that word at him again: Practicallity. It had worth. Do it. Finally, Sirus broke his silence.
"I believe attempting the facility is a worthwhile enough endeavour. Provided the droids can be blocked from outside contact - a jammer would be nice for that - and then pacified, the only thing we would have to be concerned with is a routine patrol or accidental appearance. We might even reprogram a droid to tell anyone curious that everything is fine to provide us cover, given the chance."
And from that one breach of his silence, he then went silent again, waiting for reactions. He was a knife, and he wanted to stab into this facility. What measure would they use to dissuade him, when he had some sort of working plan forming?
