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There was much to like about the Sith.

They were efficient. Sith promoted the best way to advance the evolution of Sentients. They could throw a hell of a bender, if they felt like it. They knew far more about ancient knowledge and were going to change the galaxy with it.

But there was a lot not to love.

Kyle didn't appreciate the cult-like tendencies. The focus on authority rubbed the youth in a particular way, but it was still way better than the stuff he heard about Jedi. They would rather keep knowledge from the masses and act like they were better for it.

The stabbing also didn't help.

Kyle was smart enough to keep his head low, and on his shoulders. The bigger, badder, toughies sliced their way to the top. Kyle merely provided these battle-worn soldiers with a bit of honest foresight. It seemed to keep the scales in favor on preserving his life. Kyle was a honest man, and that seemed to preserve some form of respect for him.

But it was the weird way the Force seemed to scratch at his brain that the Sith valued. He had talent with visions, and they knew it. Kyle's hunches about where to find the next apprentice worked. But the Sith didn't seem to know what to do with the lad and his odd mannerisms. Kyle always offered respect, in his own way. Never catty, but overly casual.

But when Kyle got a request to meet with one of his seniors, he got a weird sensation flutter in his stomach. Why was that? He had spoken with those higher than him before and it never caused that sensation. Something was up. He couldn't figure out why. Jeez, why couldn't he just make the visions turn on when it was useful?

Maybe it was someone enlisting him to fight as cannon fodder. Or he messed up a vision for the first time and was going to have to pay the price. It certainly wasn't to invite him to lunch. Sith didn't do lunch, right?

He had put on the sithiest clothing he could find, and it fit him like a harness on a Nexu. It was typical regalia, but entirely unnatural. Still, an effort to look the part might save his skin if things went sour.

He gulped as he felt the dark presence walk close to him.

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Word certainly spreads quickly within the Sith Order it seemed, despite how fragmented and reclusive the various members of the order appeared to be - then again it might just be the nature of those within the Sith even dating back to before the Eternal's announcement of the Formation of the Sith Order to the wider Galaxy, small cliques had formed amongst the ranks. Not in the likes witnessed within various educational academies but more closely nit circles of those that trusted each other - something that came as a necessity given the cut throat nature of the followers of the dark side ever looking to satiate their lust and thirst for power.

Yet despite the sometimes feral dog eat dog nature of the Order, word had started to circulate that one of the Order's guardians had been seeking out members within the order to take under her wing and mentor, and even on most occasions engage in an exchange in opinions. It was in the young guardian's opinion one of the ways that the Order itself would be better suited to be the drivers of the galaxy's evolution by attempting to bring a degree of rationality amongst the ranks, rather than have it become plagued with those who would rather set out and level a city block in a display of their power just for the sake of stoking conflict.

One of the younger members that the blonde Guardian had sought out and summoned to Timora, a planet neighbouring her homeworld was a Kyle Stewart, who from what she had learnt was a bit of an oddity within the Sith Ranks, if the rumours were to be believed he fitted the term 'scruffy Nerf herder' to a tee, the words unkempt, scruffy and borderline slacker often rang out as responses towards the man's character whilst Alyse had made her inquries about Kyle. Yet despite the remarks about the man's appearance and lackadaisical attitude, there was a common consensus that he possessed a rather strong affinity for a particular gift in the Force, that had peaked Alyse's attention.

Walking through the quiet halls of the designated meeting place, a rather low key temple that had once been used as a place for cultists to gather during the days of the Galactic Empire, that had since fallen into a state of decay and ill repair. With many of the cultists being drawn to her home world to follow the flawed teachings of the self titled Darth Locura, for all the good that it served them, now that only a handful remained of the cult since it had incurred the young Sith's wrath - all that remained was the remnants to deal with, and all in good time.

As the young blonde approached, she adjusted the decorate cowl that hung around the neck of her formal Sith attire, the ruched fabric styled in the fashions worn by the Bakuran elite as trappings of their status within the centrist society. A raised eyebrow crossed her features as her gaze fell upon the shaggy haired blonde male ahead of her, the attire he was presently wearing was in stark contrast to the reputation that preceded him - he was dressed like a Sith. "Kyle, I presume" Alyse spoke out as she drew close enough for pleasantries to be exchanged without having to shout across the hallway to each other. "Welcome to Timora, I trust your travels to this remote world has been pleasant?" she inquired after offering a respectful bow of her head in greeting to the man.
 

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There she was. Wow.

Kyle stood mute for a moment. Impressed and intimidated at the same time. Okay so maybe this would work out in his favor after all. The lady Alyse looked completely natural in sith clothing. What a babe. She outclassed Kyle in every aspect. She was certainly going to shoot up the ranks one day.

"Sup- uh, ma'am." Kyle replied.

"chya- It was pretty smooth- Ma'am" Jeez, he felt stupid just for talking. But maybe that would work in his favor? He really wished he was wearing one of his old beat-up shirts right now. At least he wouldn't be trying so hard to pretend to be on the same level of class as this lady before him. Kyle tugged at the collar of his shirt. Scratched at the over-starched cuff.

"So what brings me to your most righteous service?" Kyle gave a lop sided grin, matched with big puppy-dog eyes that seemed to say "please don't be like the rest of the sith"

The itch of the Force scratching at his brain was tempered for the moment. It had to be. The dark presence of Alyse created its own static in Kyle's brain. Which was typical for the lad. It was pretty rad the way that each Force user seemed to have their own frequency. It was hard to explain.

"I ought to disclaim most clearly, my du-ma'am- that my most popular gift isn't always fail-proof"
 

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And there it was, beneath the attempts of the shaggy haired male to dress as and conduct himself as the more traditional of those within the Sith's ranks - the tell of the man's true nature was made clear the moment he had began to speak. A light smirk curling at the edge of the blonde's lips as she gestured for the man to follow her into the depths of the abandoned temple. "Before we go any further, there is no need to pretend to be what you are not" Alyse spoke, as she turned her head off to the side to look at the man accompanying her from the side. "Others in the Order will expect you to conduct yourselves as they would, but I am a strong subscriber to personal autonomy, when you are in my company you can be yourself" she explained as they continued to delve deeper into the recesses of the abandoned temple, her eyes narrowing as the natural light started to loose its reach forcing them to progress into the dark shadows beyond.

With a slight wave of her hand, the long dormant braziers that lined the dusty corridors sparked into life, flooding the stone passageway in a flickering amber hued light - allowing for the two to venture deeper without running the risk of tripping up over any fallen debris that would have been concealed in the darkness. "As for why I've summoned you here, whilst i will confess that your gifts have not gone unnoticed" She continued after releasing her control of the Force, and folding her arms behind her back. "I have the suspicion that beyond your gift, the rest of your potential has not been released?" the blonde added as she turned her gaze towards Kyle to give him a questioning look.

Her brow furrowing as her gaze shifted back to the path ahead of her, thoughts and assumptions running through her head, of whether the shaggy haired Sith was exclusively sought out for his singular talent and little else. Something that if it were the case would be something that the Guardian would seek to correct, it seemed to her to be a waste of the man's potential keeping him as a one trick bantha. How else would the Sith Order be able to drive the Galaxy to evolving out of its state of complacency if there was an over reliance on the man's visions? Like Kyle had admitted, Force induced visions, premonitions or even prophecies were not infallible, something that Alyse understood all to well having experienced the vague nature of the Force's will whenever it would bring her half way across the galaxy without giving her a clear definition of the reason as to why.
 

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Alyse's words were certainly meant to put Kyle at ease, but Kyle didn't know the lady enough to determine if he could trust them as sincere. Her decorum was most understood by high society. Even the way she harnessed the Force was effortless grace. Kyle usually felt as if he was convincing himself, more than commanding his talents.

The darkness increased in power. The static that Alyse gave off rose as she used her skill to light the hallway. Kyle couldn't help but feel uneasy about the questions she proposed. It felt almost like an accusation- why haven't you made yourself more useful to our cause?

But maybe he was reading too much into it. Months of listening to the more aggressive would do that. Kyle tried to filter out the static and the Force's persistence so he could drive his thoughts inwardly. What else had he done? What else could someone like him possibly be?

"I confess that my other gift is reaching out to those looking to expand their minds. Also throwing a few wrenches into the gears of those who try to stop our march of progress. Gotta inform the masses. Make them break free of their systems, ya know?" There he went rambling.

"But I'm not exactly a prize frighter like our fellow dudes. I just wish I knew where to go with all of this. It's like the Force is always scratching at me. Like how you have your own static you give off? Well every dude gives off their own signal. If I've met them before, you could put them in the next room and I would know exactly who they were. But the Force is always telling me to do something."

Kyle shrugged.

"It's fairly unimpressive, I know."
 

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A pensive expression crossed the blonde's features as she listened to Kyles words, a hand raising up to the muzzle of her mouth, slender alabaster fingers lightly caressing in thought as she processed the responses that the shaggy haired Sith offered, the admission that he sought to to challenge peoples perception, the proverbial devils advocate as it were, coupled with the admission that he was not a fighter like those that filled the ranks of the Legionaires. What was curious was the the statement that the Force was always pulling at him to do something.

"Its because your talents are being wasted" Alyse spoke out, her words simple and straight to the point. Her focus and attention shifting solely onto Kyle as she stopped and turned to face him directly, her chestnut hued eyes staring straight into the man's own. "The Force telling you to do something, is a sign that your potential has been ignored. You have the gift of Foresight and Visions of the Force, a rare and an exceptional talent. You are able to feel and recall the subtle intricate way each Force user carries themselves within the Force, both of these abilities show you are extremely perceptive to the Force Kyle" she continued, explaining how she had come to regard the the man during their interaction so far. "That is why I had summoned you here, we share a common trait you and I" the young woman added before sweeping her hand out to the side, manipulating the Force to throw the stiff wooden doors wide open.

Gesturing for Kyle to follow her through the aperture into the darkness beyond, Alyse quickened her pace so that she disappeared into the darkness ahead of the shaggy haired Sith, before the sound of snapping fingers rang out followed by the slamming of doors behind them - leaving the two Sith standing within the centre of a dark void. "Whilst the others in the Order will use you for your visions" Alyse spoke out, as a disembodied voice that was circling the man. Despite her constant silent movements, her gaze focused solely on the man observing him through the currents of the Force as they flowed throughout his body, making his form visible against the flat stone surroundings of the antechamber, whilst the use of Force sight didn't grant her the clarity that her own gaze could provide, it was sufficient enough to allow for her to see in the darkness.

She wanted to test just how perceptive to the Force the shaggy haired Sith was, was he able to follow and pin point her physical locale by focusing in on the static her presence in the Force projected, or would his gaze follow the manipulated voice that was being thrown. "I will help guide you to your full potential" Alyse spoke out, her voice ringing out from the opposite side of the room that she presently was at. " 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." The female recited, each word seemingly coming in from a different direction, with the intention to disorientate Kyle's natural senses to push him into reaching out and tracking her with the Force "Are the tenants of the Sith correct? How many fingers am i holding up? What should the doctrines of the Sith be for us to become the drivers of change?" She continued, firing each question off in quick succession, her hand simultaneously raising with four elevated digits - her gaze intently observing Kyle as he reacted to the combined assault of questions and disorientating trickery.
 

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Alyse was shorter than Kyle, but that didn't stop his nerves from tightening his stomach when she faced the scraggly youth directly. It was hard to pay attention to her specific words, but he understood their intent. He took them quite seriously. In the past, it didn't bother him if other members had considered him a tool or a joke. That was their problem, not his. But this blondie in the dark cloak and intense gaze was going to do something about that. Why?

The dark void was not new to Kyle. He recalled the first time he encountered a similar place and he wasn't too fond of the memory. These voids had a strange effect on the static, resonances, and noise speckle of the Force. Like an echo chamber, the Force usually distorted its frequency. It amplified even the most minute of presences. It made his own frequency amp up and bounce back into his own ears.

This room would be no different. He was already feeling the sweat on his brow when the doors closed. When the room was closed off, everything started going to shit.

Okay don't freak out. Now is really not the time to lose your cool. The Sith thought to himself. But it was hard to focus on Alyse's words. They distorted in his ears, as if two of her were speaking, but just shy of harmony. Questions were being thrown at him.

How many fingers?

Kyle could see approximately where Alyse stood. Or at least the cluster that were giving him double vision.

Four? Eight? Sixteen?

But before he could answer, there was another question to answer.

"Power over myself will free me." Kyle said. He wasn't sure what it meant. It had just come out. But he knew right away that it was what he honestly believed. For a brief second, there was a flash of clarity, and then the distortions returned with increased intensity.

"To be the change, we have to be the example. Show them what they can accomplish." But his own voice added to the echoes.

"Do you not see this?!" Kyle finally spat. The visions around him refusing to fine-tune and focus.
 

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Biting her lips in thought as she observed the young man, she could sense his disorientation resonating through the currents of the Force, yet from where she was currently circling him, she could see through the Force that he was loosely keeping a close track of her approximate location. A light smile crossing upon her lips, unnoticeable within the complete darkness of the closed chamber - but it was one of satisfaction, her initial thoughts and assumptions about the shaggy haired Sith were right, he had great potential. Even the responses he offered resonated true to her own point of view and understanding of the Darkside's will, she could see promise in the Sith - whether the others within the order who had interacted with him before her had seen the promise or whether they just used him for that one ability he had harnessed. Putting him away once he had served their purpose as she would do a book within her library.

"Precisely, its not the Force that sets us free, it is our will and determination to elevate us above from what we once were" Alyse spoke out once again from her projected disembodied voice within the eclipsing darkness. "The Force is merely just one of the tools that we use to achieve our goals, nothing else" she added, whilst retracting her raised hand and digits, folding them once again behind her back. Silence fell within the chamber once again, whilst the blonde continued to encompass Kyle's position, each step of her leather combat boots making no sound. Her brow furrowing as she contemplated on the statement about the Sith being the example showing the galaxy what they can accomplish, it was again a valid sentiment that the blonde would strongly subscribe to, yet there was perhaps room within that statement for her to probe further.

"But what of those blind to the Force? The Sith can accomplish great things as we have the Darkside as our tool. How would we be the example of change for those who cannot posses the same means as we?" Alyse questioned, before her gaze narrowed, sensing the air of frustration that seemed to build within Kyle, his questioning statement being expelled with a degree of derision. Eliciting an echoing chortle to ring out within the room. "And why is that?" Alyse inquired, her tone questioning the man's frustration. "You are conflicted, the Force, the dark side is feeding off your frustration, like a parasite taking what it wants and leaving you the scraps. Focus and stem the flow of your emotions, treat the Force as if it were nothing more than a Kath hound, only feed and reward it when it gives you the clarity that you seek " She continued, as a hand was brought forward from it's concealed state, her index and middle finger extending out and making a periodic sweeping motion, sending slight ripples of the force towards Kyle that would merely buffet against his body, rather than applying any discernible force - that would likely cause more of an annoyance than harm.

The buffeting and circling around the Sith initiate would continue, as Alyse purposefully proceeded to fray at the man's frustrations. "The Jedi will have the galaxy believe that union with the Force is through servitude to it's Will, The old teachings of the Sith will have the Galaxy believe that power is gained from the Force as payment in return for feeding off our emotions" The blonde Sith resumed, her voice ever reverberating off of the walls around them, building into the cacophony of misdirection and confusion that had built up within the chamber, designed to push the initiate into focusing "You never accept the Gifts of the Force, you take them!" she added, her words carrying as stern instruction. "You own your power, you are the servant of your own will, not the Force's"
 

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Kyle thought back to his life before the Sith.

He was in a band with no gigs. Just him and his friends trying to make the cords work in their favor. They couldn't seem to will the tunes to hit the right audience. Kyle, at the time, was on the string-drum. They were playing in front of a bar manager, but couldn't get his favor.

Until Kyle impulsively sang. There was something in his own voice that changed it. He sang out the refrain, out of time and felt transformed by it. Kyle felt every muscle in his throat accommodate the flux of power. It shot from his voicebox and into his brain.

Mine. Mine. You are mine.

The song became a command from Kyle. The bar manager's own gaze emptied. The manager then slumped over. Had it been a stroke? No. It had not been. Everything had changed that night.

Kyle felt dread when he watched the bar manager fall to the ground from his chair. Dumbfounded, Kyle could only stand helplessly by as nearby staff rushed to aid. Kyle thought he got away with it. But someone had noticed. They tracked Kyle down to his own flat.

The Sith.

They had moved swiftly before Kyle could fully comprehend what his actions had meant. Terrifying. Formidable. They did not offer words of clarity. They only offered a command stronger than the one he had used.

Join us. Be useful. Learn.

The distortions amplified. Everywhere. Alyse's echoes were deafening. Kyle could barely hear himself think. He needed to think. He needed to stop the vibration.

"CHILL OUT!" Kyle shouted. When he did, the muscles in his throat drew power from his brain. The brain channeled the Force through his voice. His clear, cutting, song overpowered the echoes. His own voice did not reverb, but landed solidly in the room. It was pitch dark. But there Alyse stood. Still blurry, but now defined.

"There." Kyle said as he pointed directly at her. She remained clear for about ten seconds, until the distortions disappointingly returned.
 

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An inquisitive brow peaked on the blonde's features, as she felt the turbulent eddies of the Force flowing through the shaggy haired male suddenly become laminar, in a moment of clarity and focus. The thunderous shout that resonated from the man's mouth forcing her to stop dead in her movements and actions. A wide grin crossing her features as she folded her arms across her chest, her eyes watching with great interests as the man raised his hand and amidst all the turbulence of the Force that resonated within the dark chamber - pointed square to where she was standing. A light chuckle escaping her lips as she rolled her head back and forth, relinquishing her control of the disorientating effects of the force.

The sound of heavy leather booted heels resonating throughout the chamber broke the silence, as the young female advanced towards Kyle. "Perfect" Alyse spoke out, before her words were followed by the sound of a finger snap.

The still and dormant braziers that encompassed the chamber erupting into life as fire burst into existence, bathing the dusty chamber in a flickering amber light. As the flickering fires took hold over the once dormant wicks, the large cavernous chamber started to come into view, revealing the large vaulted stone ceilings supported by great pillars. Yet similar to how the dark side resonated throughout the building, much of the chamber was bathed in shadow, untouched by the light. As the blonde stepped forward towards where Kyle was standing seemingly in the centre of the chamber itself, her arms fell down to her side briefly for a moment, the grin still ever present on her features.

"For that moment, you were in control" Alyse spoke once she had came to a standstill, offering a simple nod of her head in recognition of the man's display. "You were not feeding from the will of the Force, the Force was feeding your will" she added, as her expression lightened up away from the pensive expression that she carried. "The true nature of the Force is to push evolution through survival of the fittest, yet in order for us to drive that evolution our own strength of will has to be the most dominant, soon enough with time the Force will obey and serve your will" the blonde concluded before turning her attention away from the shaggy haired initiate and focusing in on a pair of stone pews that sat between the pillars.

Gesturing for Kyle to take a seat, Alyse stepped over and sat herself down onto the cold stone surface, a hand falling flat onto the coarse texture and allowing the Force to flow through her and the surface, soaking in the centuries of energies that had impregnated the stonework. Taking a deep breath, the blonde relished in the sensations that had been imprinted over the temple's history. A light sigh escaping her lips as she opened her eyes and returned her attention towards the Sith initiate. "So which brings us to the next question" Alyse spoke, shooting the man an inquisitive glance. "What is it that you want to accomplish?" she inquired, drawing in on Kyle's earlier statement about setting the Galaxy the example of what can be accomplished.
 

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There was relief when the lights came on and clarity came forward. Staring at the babe lecturing before him was still humbling. She really believed that he had something more to him than a failing band, or a parlor trick. It helped that Alyse wasn't like the other Sith that Kyle had one into. Her effortless style of encouragement and the age of the chamber they were caused Kyle to brim with excitement.

He joined her on the pews, able to relax and appreciate the philosophical conversation. He felt his typical coolness return to him. His sweet smile was tired but sincere. It was good to have his senses return naturally, without having to tire himself with Force abilities.

"I want little dudes to look at me and say 'hey if that guy can do something great, so can I'. I was the side player in a washed up band. Sith bros found me after I gave the bar boss a mental. It was my bad, but I'm not surprised that I was recruited most expediently. It seems like the other dudes have their paths figured out from the start? Ya heard? But me, I want to inspire. "

Kyle, for the first time, intentionally locked eyes with Alyse.

"Wouldn't that be something most righteous? To bring freedom to ourselves so we show even the non-force initiated can break free of their bondage and rise up."
 

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Nodding with interest to the given knowledge that Kyle had decided to impart, Alyse listened and processed what had been divulged, the revelation that he was within a washed up band, whilst perhaps being something that many would dismiss as being of little consequence - the Guardian saw as a possible aspect that the initiate would be able to utilise at a later date. Her own background and breeding for a position within the Bakuran government had allowed for her to exploit those credentials on many an occasion, finding herself able to gain access into high profile circles by flouting her inherited political standing. Something the shaggy haired Sith could seek to do with his own background, to blend into his own natural guise to hide and move in plain sight.

What peaked her interest was his desire to inspire those he came upon to break off their own shackles of bondage, self imposed or otherwise and rise up, a curious thought filled expression crossing her features as she mused on the initiates words. Slowly biting on her bottom lip in thought, the blonde narrowed her gaze as she regarded Kyle for a tense moment. "So how are you going to achieve that?" she questioned, not seeking to trip up or catch the man out by suddenly proclaiming that he had neither the ability nor the resources to achieve his goals - but to make him think about what tools he would need to craft and hone his skills with.

"How will you be able to inspire the masses to break their chains and rise up?" Alyse continued, as she adjusted her posture a little and resting her hands interlocked on her lap. "What tools would you need to achieve this? how will you make the Force serve you as you seek to meet your goals?" she added as she tilted her head to the side questioningly. Knowing that she had a wealth of texts and knowledge to draw upon, the abilities and strength in the Force to each them, but what was missing was for Kyle to identify what it was that he needed and wanted to learn - as there would be little hope for him to achieve his own freedom and right to control his life, if Alyse just dictated what it was that he would learn and master.
 

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Kyle was quiet for a bit. His face scrunched as he considered possibilities. What set him apart? What did he know about the Sith before joining them? He certainly never considered a force user to be aspirational. No, they were like mythical creatures, or even a celebrity. They seemed to just pop out of nowhere, and fade away.

Kyle looked at his Sith wardrobe. He wasn't going to change anyone's mind with this get up. He took off the outmost coat, revealing a tattered, stained band shirt. Now that was an outfit that seemed approachable. Didn't look so bad with the pants and boots.

"Show the people that I am like them. I dress like them. I speak their language. I get their vibe. I can use the force to know how the people see me. Then I can use it to overcome their objections. They won't be able to see me as a Sith, not even Sith do. But they'll see themselves in me. "

Kyle stretched his out out in front of him. He studied the way his blood vessels formed over his fore arm, wrist, and the back of his hand.

"As for the Force, I know I could read minds. I could get past security anywhere I want to. I know I can command people to do what I say. Use that to get me in front of the cameras. Maybe be your pretty boy face of the Sith." Kyle said with a chuckle.

"I mean! Could you imagine me on the holonet, with a bunch of groupies begging to learn more about the Force, Bab- I mean Ma'am?" Kyle couldn't help himself from grinning.

"You think the average bro will look at a Sith and listen? I'll tell ya right now. They don't. They follow with us because they're afraid of us. But that doesn't get the groupies jumping and making people want to imitate us and talk about us to their friends."

Kyle then thought some more.

"Yo, ain't you some uptown dame yourself? I'm thinking-" He paused.

"My good looks and your righteous connections mean that we can form a union most beneficial. " Kyle smirked. He was feeling his confidence wash into him. That was it wasn't it? These two rising through the ranks with political posing.
 

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"Perhaps the more relatable to the Masses approach would be a better means of inspiring change" Alyse spoke out, whilst still pensive in thought. "Sith Empires of the past had reigned through fear and power, and in each iteration they fell" she added before pursing her lips in thought. Mulling over the outlook that Kyle had aired, there was merit in his intended approach - baring the talk of groupies of course, the rock star lifestyle was not one that really appealed to the blonde haired Sith.

A few silent moments passed as Alyse remained lost in her thoughts, using the guise of a band to fire up the masses with their songs - perhaps with the use of the Force to further influence the fans to rise up, did have a certain appeal, it was subtle and understated. Where more of the Sith's ranks looked to drive change by physically hammering their point in through violence and forceful persuasion tactics.

As of how her being an uptown dame as the shaggy haired Sith put it, there were perhaps a few means that she could assist with that effort, and perhaps even the location for where to start implimenting Kyle's plan. "There might be an avenue that could work on that process. There was talk of music festival taking place at the capital of Bakura, I could front your entry into the competition. However swaying the masses and standing up on the stage, will have to remain in your control." The blonde offered as she folded her arms over her chest, her gaze faultering slightly as she looked off to the site. "You will understand for the time being, I need to keep a low profile on my homeworld until certain family ties are dealt with"
 
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