An awkward silence hung over the entire table as the final member that Darth Marr had called for council stepped towards them all.
The Barsen’thor had half rushed forward the moment the other woman was halfway into the clearing. “Xevsiar?” Her soft voice was raised in shock. “I..I thought you died. Mother and Father ..the slavers...”
Marr’s masked face whipped between the two women, and even Satele stepped forward towards the new Sith.
“I am Darth Occlus, Barsen’thor.” Xevsiar’s normally dry tone was tinged in rage. There was a slowly growing smell of ozone that sharply cut through the damp air. “And, am I supposed to thank you for dredging up that particular set of unpleasant memories?”
The older Imperial man at the Sith’s side lets out a small “Oh dear” and goes to gently touch Darth Oculus' elbow so as to not startle her, and takes the small stack of datapads that the apparent-Miralukan carried. Oculus made no move to resist. He quickly steps away and off towards the Chiss, Tzaord, who stood near Marr. No one else was able to take their eyes off the pair of Miraluka.
Dazeth pulled back sharply at the tone. “I.. see. Apologies, Darth Occlus.” The Sith nodded sharply, and the smell of ozone retreated. Now ignoring Dazeth, Occlus sidestepped around her still-immobile form, and took her place at Marr’s side, standing next to the Red Sith who was staring down at her with an eye ridge raised in question.
Dazeth stood still, head tilted down for a minute before quickly moving back towards Satele and Tyrie.
Occlus turns to Marr and lets out an angry sigh. Even through the regulated voice of the bone mask, the sarcasm and frustration shine through, the tone somehow managing to still be dry. “I suppose now is not a good time to tell you that I am related to the Barsen’thor?”
The area continued to be deathly silent. Occlus apparently was having none of it, and pulled one of the data pads that was taken from her, and began to scroll through it. Lana was gaping at the two, unable to control her reactions. Theron just barely manages to turn his laugh into an odd sounding wheeze.
At once, it felt like every single person’s eyes bore into him, and he had regretted very little more than that noise in his life.
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