Tossing up a jewel in his hand the Sith held out his palm as the small crystal clear item fell earthward into his grip. Tightening his hand around the valuable little stone he walked down the path so many walked before, many powerful dark siders had taken this path before, it had been a long time ago now he had first gained the position he held.
Sitting down into his seat on the council he tossed the jewel up into the air once more as he held out his palm open not bothering to look as the jewel landed into his hand again. The once crystal clear diamond now was dark and pulsated with Sith energy. Tossing it to his side the diamond exploded in small shards that fell to the ground.
All things fell to the power of the dark side.
No one could destroy its magnificence.
Nothing would ever conquer them.
No one could.
No one would.
That was the reality of the situation.
Sitting there he held in front of him a staff of old, runes of Sith markings firmly crafted into its design. It was time.
Darth Snack your presence is required.
And so he waited.
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