The chamber was darkened, the torches were lit, and the cave-like environment was as cold as the hearts of those gathered. The followers of the Dark Side had been summoned to a single location. "Discussion" was the popular choice of terminology. Hah, discussion. Was that even a thing within a body of self-centered, egotistical individuals? A discussion required the ability to listen, and, true enough, that was the last thing most Sith Lords were inclined to do.
The spiritual emptiness of the room was warmed only by the possibility of hope - in the form of the Dark Lord of the Sith. More notoriously known as "The Faceless One", as none had ever seen his face (nor was there a name to put to a face), he was largely a mystery. Nevertheless, his power was said to be untamed, unmatched and boundless. Most Lords might have seen that as an interesting challenge - an individual that could oppose their own strength - but the Faceless One, in fact, inspired a certain amount of loyalty. The Sith had always believed that strength wrought power, and power wrought strength. In the eyes of many Sith, The Faceless One was akin to a god whose influence relied on their individual illusions of supremacy. A suppressed - but real - feeling that such illusions could be quickly stripped down by the apparent omnipresence of the Dark Lord was all that was needed to reinforce this spirit of unity that brought these Dark Side adherents around one table.
At the far back of the room, out of anyone's way, an iron seat rested upon a dais. Iron, perhaps, to symbolize the steeled nature of the Sith. There were three figures standing on the dais; one masked, one hooded and the other in between both, hands and knees to the ground - unmasked, hood removed and cloth stricken. The third individual was obviously not one whom enjoyed the favour of the dark throne flanking him. On the contrary, he appeared to have fallen out of favour.
"Silence," rang the commanding voice of Darth Cypher. The tapping of his staff against the stoned ground resonated throughout the hall. "See, now, the last of the Sith of old." Nodding to the Sith Hand, his red blade illuminated the darkness. Ever so delicately the lightsaber hovered over the knelt Sith Lord's head. Sweat drenched from the man's neck, knowing his fate was sealed. Observing the curious faces of his brethren, he grinned slyly. Cypher closed his fist. The blade crashed to the ground. The deed was done. Now laying some feet away from the dais was a decapitated head. "This disgraced Sith Lord deserves no remorse. She was weak. Naive. She believed in the old ways of excommunicating the Sith and exalting the individual. There is no One. There is Us. You would all do well not to fall into the same simple-mindedness of this fallen warrior."
His Dathomirian violet eyes flickered upon the many ranks of Sith assembled, for this unusual convention of mind and strength. "My name is Cypher, Voice of the Dark Lord. Should you need his support, you come to me. Should you need his counsel, you come to me. Should you need his strength, it is I whom you see. The Faceless One attends to many matters, and in this greater battle of darkness versus light, we must all sacrifice."
"You are here because The Faceless One has need of you. And deep down inside, you have need of him. Power in our galaxy has shifted. The Jedi have toppled the Republic...and a pitiful rebellion is forming to their rear. That should keep them preoccupied, giving us sufficient time to engage the worlds in surrounding systems. Their options are simple; join us or perish. Joining us gives them dominance and a unique position of authority that they otherwise would not have. By having followers, rather than slaughtering them, the Dark Side gains further adherents. When the Dark Side is strong, the Sith are strong. The Dark Lord is strong. You, my brethren, are strong. Disunity is no longer an option. Now's the time to stand together and take this galaxy for each of us, for the prevalence of the Dark Side. The Dark Lord believes in all of you. He shall put his full strength behind this cause, and expects each of you to follow suit." Pausing, Cypher observed the emotional responses of the Sith Lords. In truth, the Dark Lord could not accomplish his goals without their cooperation. Their inability to see his vision would inevitably lead to the downfall of the Sith, for if the Sith could no sustain themselves, then they could not sustain an empire.
"The Dark Lord requires a Sith Council. As of this day, all Lords are members of the Council of Sith Lords. You will answer when called upon. You will rule over systems as necessary. You will carry the brunt of the power of the Sith, and, through you, we will forge an insurmountable cloud of darkness. Our time is now...brothers, sisters, children. Do not waste it. Which of you stand with Us, with your own kind...the Sith?"