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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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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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