"Prepare yourselves, initiates. Examine your souls."
Turning his head from the assembled Sithlings he looked Sianna in the face. His straight faced wavered, revealing a weariness in his eyes upon hearing her question. "She rests in the Sepulcher. There." He turned completely around and pointed with a nod of his head. Behind the thrones, at the very back, a large stone door sat in the wall. Behind it was the meditation sphere, a place designed to amplify the force capabilities of those who meditated inside. Even from here he could feel her; a subtle presence that was difficult to pick out of the background energies. A slumbering mind filled with chaotic dreams. "She had fallen into a trance; meditation that turned into a coma. We eagerly await her awakening. No doubt she will bring a great revelation after wrangling with the force for so long a time."
As he turned back around the calm resolve returned to his face. That sharpness in his eyes, the set of his jaw, and a stance that spoke of one's feeling of superiority despite his diminutive size. Facing the acolytes and initiates once again, he spread his arms wide and raised his chin as he spoke in the dead language of the Sith;
"Nwûl tash.Dzwol shâsotkun.
Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk.
Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan.
Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha.
Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak.
Wonoksh Qyâsik nun."
As he finished the acolytes repeated his words back to him, but in basic.
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me."
Then the initiates repeated their words. The words of the Sith Code repeated over and over again, echoing off the cave walls and filling the space with the promises it offered. Turning once again to his new ally he asked simply. "Is there anything you wish to add?"
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