The Dark Lord had been sitting in the "Dark Throne" within the Council Chambers cross-legged. It was the one chair which was actually designed like a red & dark gray throne, and was only meant for the ruler of the Sith, the Emperor, Darth Jenzo Fawm. He had been examining a Datapad received to him by one of his Sith Troopers who had infiltrated the Republic. It gave the Emperor minor briefings of the Republic's general progress. While studying and observing the Datapad, a fellow Councilor, and the renown "Immortal Sith" Darth Oblivious had shown up. He had explained how he was to go into Self-Exile for personal reasons not achieved in his 1037-years past. "...Well, I can understand your desire for whatever you yearn for." Replied Darth Jenzo Fawm. "However... Depending on where you go, I'd like you to develop a personal Datapad, gather all the intelligence you can while in the midst of your Exile or self-discovery. If you don't come back with any information on possible Republic or Jedi affairs, you will not be offended by myself or the Sith Empire." Noted the Dark Lord, it was dire times... And he'd need all the assisstance and in many ways, for intelligence on the Republic and Jedi Order. "Take one of our Shades in the Docking Bays." Informed the Sith Emperor calmly. "If anyone pursues you, who is under my Command... They shall receive "disciplinary" action." Stated Darth Jenzo Fawm sternly. Then, the Dark Lord reverted his attenttion back to the Datapad, however... He wasn't ignoring the Councilor in the Chambers with him, merely waiting for a response.