"Is this your Empire?"
The words had echoed through Zactar's mind since he'd witnessed the Jedi's broadcast, the accompanying images burned into his memory. He knew his answer to the figurative question but didn't know how to find the voice to speak it. The Sith had taken him in - provided for him - without knowing so much as his name, and after nearly twenty years of learning their ways and spreading their message, the facade was beginning to crack. Zack had seen and deescalated more than one of his murderous Sith companions in the past and knew that they were misguided, but the entire Empire? How could an entity so widespread and powerful not see the scars they were leaving? How could they empower these petulant children to throw fits on a planetary scale? It was madness, and Zactar felt oddly uneasy wearing the imperial insignia on his chestplate.
Without an idea of where to go or who to turn to, the disturbed Zack had brought himself to Rattatak in search of a kindred spirit. No message to break the ice or transmission with some kind of intent; Zack remembered working with @Celeste Stythani to peacefully take Arda for the Empire. Unlike the other darker souls on the mission, Celeste was pleasant to converse with and led the team in diplomacy, also refusing to slaughter the rebels that had been unarmed. If there was another Sith who might know how he felt, it would be Celeste. If nothing else, he hoped just having a pleasant conversation might ease his mind and uncertainties. Still having the channels needed to connect to her comms, he sent brief ping to confirm she was online before pulling his wrist closer to his face to speak.
"Celeste? It's Zactar...Hakka. From Arda. Can...can we meet? I'm in the Rattataki atmosphere."
@LadyRen