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[Whether or not Altair is in the place he's usually at is difficult to tell- after all, he's not often inclined to use his device's video function, unless he's speaking to someone he already knows.

From the looks of it though, he's at the hospital, and it looks... Surprisingly functional. Obviously he's been working on it for at least a few days.] Knowing those of you I know, and knowing of those of you who I don't as well, I assume some- if not most- of you are braving the storm. Playing the heroes the Agrii wished for.

[His veil is off and he... Looks mildly concerned. Had his veil been on, his expression would have looked like neutrality. Without it, he's not as good at hiding his feelings as he wishes he was.]

I've been getting the hospital ready. Something like this, some of you are bound to get hurt. The hospital is here, and so I am I. Until things settle, I doubt I'll be leaving much. I'm typically no healer, but the situation takes precedence over my preferences.

[His lips quirk into a brief smile.] Any complaints about my bedside manner, however, and I can assure you you'll be leaving the hospital more broken than you came in. Or at the very least shuffled down on my list of priorities.

[That was a joke. Even if his tone doesn't suggest it.]

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[Tyrion listened with great interest - huffing quietly when he recognized a ploy from his own experience with politics. Some of it did have him looking back at Altair with a raised eyebrow -- the Sith were a trifle bizarre at that. Though he supposed he really could not say anything about tradition, now could he?

Although Alitair sounded like a man after Tyrion's own heart. Just because you understood the game, did not mean you agreed with how it was played.]

As a dwarf, I can imagine their faces with great glee and satisfaction.

Oh, it was fantastic. The fact that they have to deal with me sitting as an equal on a daily basis is even better. Of course, standing out means dealing with the odd assassination attempt here and there, but I've yet to meet a challenge I can't handle.

Normally people like me aren't seen as citizens of the Empire, and some consider aliens to be nothing more than animals. Slaves in particular.

[There's definite disagreement there, even disapproval.]

Personally I find slavery disgusting and want no part of it. Unfortunately one cannot change an Empire set in its ways in a day, and working toward unity on the Council alone is tedious. I have an ally and together we can press the Council into line if necessary...

But any idiot can see that if we Sith keep murdering each other for the slightest error, the Empire will fall.

[Flatly;] Again.

[He pauses, considers...]

... Given that you are not reacting with shock and horror, I will assume you know this sort of murder and mayhem well?

Why do they always think assassination is the best plan? For my part - I have to give it to my own family. They set me up on false murder charges against my nephew, the King. I nearly lost an additional six inches of height - and frankly I cannot afford to lose anymore.

[Both of his eyebrows rise together, before he let out a wry chuckle.]

Where I come from, we are in the midst of the War of the Five Kings. Now there are only three left, give or take. I have been living this for about five years. A constant back and forth of rivalries, blood feuds, and bickering on battlefields on who gets the Iron Throne.

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Your family sounds pleasant. [His tone is as dry and sarcastic as he can get it.]

I'm sure my family would have murdered me, had we not been property when I was young. Of course, I'm uncertain about whether or not I should consider that a blessing.

[He listens to Tyrion then, tilting his head. He has to wonder if any place exists where there's no strife.]

It would seem war lives in the blood of men regardless of where one is from.

Oh yes, they are a joy. [Tyrion's tone is equally dry.]

As I have told many a bastard ... simply own who you are. If you do that, no one can ever try to take your sense of self away from you. My father taught me that well.

[Tyrion sighs, as he tips his head away from his screen.]

I have yet to hear of a place where there is not a war.

I'm sure they managed to take who I am away from me when I was a child... But now, no one could take my sense of self away. Not them, nor anyone else who might like to give it a go.

[The wonders of adulthood and personal power.]

Besides- they are still slaves, assuming they live. I am not.

[He doesn't sound the least bit upset about it, either.]

It is becoming rather obvious that it plagues all worlds and all places, isn't it? Strange that one cannot settle one's differences in other ways...

Then you and I are in the same line of thought.

[Power is in fact always personal, but how you wield it is the true wonder.]

Well there we differ. My family is only slaves to their ambition.

[Tyrion was a slave to vengeance -- and ambition was always part of his blood. Now, though, it was his survival there. Not here, though. Here he was just trying to survive period.]

I have always thought we ought to try drinking contests instead.

[He can't help but laugh at that.]

Sounds a fair way to settle differences. Though even then you run the risk of drunken brawls afterward.

[Tyrion smiled, then, with a chortle of his own.]

But that would be the fun part.

Alas, it would only be amusing until someone took losing a drunken brawl as a declaration of war.

[Because someone definitely would.]

I think we both know enough about powerful men to know that to be the truth of things.

An amusing thought nonetheless, though.

That is ... quite true actually.

[He sighed deeply.]

Sometimes I wish the truth was slightly less depressing, but here we are.

The true horror behind knowing the hearts and minds of men, I'm afraid. Even our daydreams aren't safe from their idiotic nature.

[He's only halfway joking.] Makes you want to go someplace far away, as though there is any place to run to to hide from it all.

[It really is depressing.]

Still, at least here it's the weather working against us, not some bloodthirsty lunatic- or three. They usually come in groups, in my experience.

That is quite true. We shall forever be assaulted by the stupidity of others.

[He exhaled deeply, before he snorted softly.]

I prefer the weather. It may be unpredictable, but at least it's not malicious.

I much prefer the weather too.

[They may not know what's causing it, but the weather at least won't try to stab them in the back or do something else that's entirely idiotic.]

Although I must admit ... I have never seen weather patterns like this before.

[Tyrion could admit this freely.]

I've been tracking this storm -- and it seems very ... localized.

It is strange, to say the least.

[He looks thoughtful, crossing his arms.]

Still, if it had been easy to figure out, our dear Overlords would not need their heroes to save the day for them.

... I think it a bit much to consider myself a hero, but as a scholar, I shall be happy to keep tracking it's progress.

[Is Tyrion's dry response.]

[Altair sighs softly. Force he misses being that himself.]

We Sith are the blades of our Empire- even Dark Councilors like myself. But stars, do I miss serving in a scholarly fashion.

I had many people working for me, but at home, my domain was called the sphere of Ancient Knowledge, one out of twelve spheres for the Sith ruling over the Empire entire.

Archaeologists, scholars, translators, researchers into the arcane. It was our duty to unearth the knowledge left behind by our ancestors.

What I wouldn't give about now for a tomb to pick through or an ancient temple to traverse in search of knowledge.

[Look at him, he's near waxing poetical about it. After a moment though, he shakes his head.] No need for that here, of course.

[Tyrion's eyebrows raise together, before he looks curious.]

That sounds like the knights of our realm. Of course, kissing the arse of my sister will get you a knighthood these days, so it does not seem as venerable as your own.

The education though ... that sounds like the maesters.

[A pause before he gives Altair a raised eyebrow.]

Have you seen this place? If ever we needed people finding answers through study -- I believe it is now.

[He gives a slight huff of laughter.]

It is entirely more difficult to become Sith than that, yes.

All Sith are meant to fight for the Empire, though what they do beyond that depends on the Sphere they belong to. Of course, all Sith are also taught to be individualistic so getting everyone pointed the right way can be a chore.

[He knows that better than most.

As for researchers being necessary, Altair shrugs his shoulders.]

You're not the first to tell me that, believe it or not.

But for the time being I am much more concerned with everyone's continued survival. I don't think I could take sensing anyone die.

Well the Sith seem to be ... a rag tag bunch of lunatic warrior priests. I suppose someone in the world has to do it.

[Tyrion stated with some wry amusement, before he tipped his chin to the side.]

I am not surprised at all, and you are not alone in that.

[That gets an actual laugh.] Honestly, that description is apt.

Not that I dislike being Sith or anything.

[He loves it, actually.]

Once our situation seems less uncertain, perhaps I'll get around to digging for some answers. For now, I wish to heal those who need it.

Well that, I respect.

I should let you get back to it, then. Let me know ...well, if you want to know anything about the storm system? I shall be tracking it the entire time.

Will do. Do be careful out there.

[He gives a slight nod of the head in farewell, then switches the feed off. He's got a hospital to get ready, after all.]

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