A message waited for Trys to pick up. And if she did, she'd be met with Demolly's deathly pale face, sickly yellow eyes and starkly silver hair. To those familiar with the Dark Side and it's effects, they would not be fooled into thinking she was an alien. She was a darksider, and one who'd fully embraced it's power.
"Trys," the name dripped from Demolly's lips, ones still curled into a smile. The next thing that popped on the screen was a picture of Crix, Trys son. And beneath his picture, his entire id, his age, everything. She easily got a hold of it after extracting all the information from Crix on Corellia, before he made his unfortunate escape.
She tapped her fingers on the side of her little cults throne before continuing, "I wont waste your time on pleasantries. You will delete this message then fly to Sith space. You will surrender yourself to me and my men, to be brought before the Dark Lord of the Sith. You will tell no one about this or where you're going. You will bring no weapons. There will be no tricks, or...."
A wicked smile curled on her lips. "Your sons face and name will be blasted to the entire Sith Order, to every criminal on every planet you've ever set foot on. I will send every man and woman under my command, every ally and their men, to hunt your son. He will never have peace again for the rest of his life," she said, ending with a chuckle. "But, I do promise if you follow my instructions to the letter, I will never utter his name or show his face to anyone. And, I will leave him alone. He will be able to live without fearing every corner he turns. It is you I want. You may die knowing Crix is safe."
Demolly sat back in her chair, allowing one last pause before she ended, "See you there... or not," she laughed again before the message ended.
A text came through, causing Demolly to raise an eyebrow. It was a fair question, though it wasn't what Demolly wanted to read nor something she could prove. She texted back anyway. "I cannot prove to you that he's alive if you cannot sense it, but come or don't. Believe it or not, his fate is in your hands."