"The signal is weak, we can only get audio through." the guards voice clicked out through his black helmet as the sith lord approached, a displeased sneer growing on his face from the news, he hated talking with his sith master without a visual hologram. His master had taught him more in the mental persuasion, you could only get so far with a sword, but you could raise a nation with words. With that training they had grown to rely on body language seeing as how the audio was always botched through transmition. I was worrisome to talk to anybody without being able to read their emotion, even more so with his master, the one person he knew could kill him with just a thought.
"My master, I have slaughtered the Jedi at the temple as ordered, have your scouts reached the planet yet?" Sabhail asked hesitantly, trying to keep his voice strong yet the doubt was even stronger until he could hear his master's voice, there had been set backs over his masters conquest of this sector, planets rebelling against the empire over Sabhails rule, other sith had to step in, his master hadn't been pleased. Few sith kept loyal to their first master after they rose to the rank of Lord, but he had to say his relationship with his master was special, many apprentices wished to over throw their iron fist of a teacher, but they were both smart he knew he was no match for the force mastery the Darth had, not yet so instead of over throwing and showing his dominance. but to do so would mean to become a target, to over throw his master meant that others would know his power, instead his master had made a pact, they would rise through the ranks together, every emperor needed their general, his master was better with the politics while Sabhail's zabrak nature made him better in battle. Still he was expendable, he knew his master had the means now as a Darth to easily obtain a new apprentice to mold so Sabhail treaded lightly now after his few defeats.
"Yes... the first reporzzz... are in...." The transmition went silent after the first static burst of voice, still the voice wasn't calm, it was a higher pitch then a scold or a demand, it was a good sign and the sith lord breathed a sigh of relief as the next transmition came in. "you did good my young apprentice. I have already sent you a reward along with your next shipment of supplies." The next transmition came in clearer and his hopes rose higher as his master spoke of rewards, though hesitant he spoke back instinctively bowing as he did so.
"Thank you my master, but you know what I think of surprises. What am I to suspect from your reward?" He asked with as much of a calm voice as he could.
"A new apprentice, the counsel is running out of competent masters and-"
"No... I told you now apprentices unless I find them myself." Sabhail quickly rejected the idea, his hand coming straight under his right eye to feel over the deep scar that ran down his cheek all the way to his neck, a gift from the last apprentice he had that had taken out nearly half his jaw, he refused a full cybernetic though allowing his skin to grow over the metal jaw they had placed in.
"It isn't your choice or mine, you have gone a year without an apprentice, it is an important trail for a sith to be able to train his own and he has already been sent... but remember if he were to die during training it is not your fault just remember even within your own ship there will be soldiers more loyal to the emperor than to you, DO NOT kill him out of your own incompetent rage." The last warning rang hard in his ear and his rage grew as he was backed into a corner, the idea was infuriating he didn't need an apprentice he was already under the empires beck and call, the attack on the temp hadn't even been his masters orders but another Darths an down they forced another task on him, He was a lord he should be back at the capital with his master not out hear babysitting and running errands. He had to think of a way to get this new leech off his back but how?
~~~~~~back at SabHails room~~~~
The voice was muffled from behind the door, Sabhail was private like that and his personal guards did not question it, they knew their lords special interigations, they knew it was best most people didn’t hear. But any sound coming from there when the lord wasn’t around was sound for alarm, they knew he had a prisoner bound, a jedi and if she had found a way to escape the lord would not be pleased. “what is it you want?” The soldier asked as he stepped through the door leaving his companion outside to keep guard while he came to watch the interior o the room now. His armer was shaped exactly ;iek any other sith soldier, with a helmet that looked almost as if it were in a perpetual frown and padded plated that draped over his shoulder and around his neck, the back though had a red cape draped down with obscure black stripes, any oen who knew would know it was the ttripe patern of their zabrak lord, it was the status symbol on their ship if nothing else. The same went for his outfit thought he build was exactly like that of any sith soldier his black helmet had been painte don with two red stripes that ran vertically down passed ssi eyes to the bas eof the helmet which became completely red after the mouth piece, the plate on his shoulders each had a bright red vertical stripe in the middle and the clothe on any part of hi uniform had been changed from black to a dark crimson red.
His brow raised under his helme t as he looked over the robed women strung up over his lords bed like a trophy, he really knew how to display them though the guard questioned as to why he had kept the jedi garb when it was so obvious the little prisoner had such a great body hidden. “what is it you want to know?” He asked comly his voice changed througteh helmet to obscure his identity, ti was only for the personal gaurds just to strikethat extra fear of the unknown into his enemies, sure because of all helmet coms each voice was obscured when speakignt rhough it but they were all still distinct and different, Sabhail had made sure the helmet on his personal gaurds all sounded the same.