On an uncharted station in deep space, Cipher Nine contemplates the war. It's been somewhat quiet of late, but Darth Arho has finally picked up the hints, and launched an invasion of the ice planet Ilum. The schematics she sent should allow the Sith to find a foothold fairly easily, but the Jedi will come running to its defense. It is one of their so-called sacred sites, after all. With a little bit of prodding, this battle could be just what she needs to get them to kill each other.
They go over several possible contingencies and variations, and in due time, arrive at Ilum.
"Grand Moff. I am here to end the insurrection of Malgus the Betrayer. Know that the Dark Council considers this to be of the highest priority. You are to cease any ongoing campaign against the Republic in as expeditious a manner as possible and redirect your forces until such time as this threat is ended."
"I intend to offer the Republic and the Jedi a limited truce in order to facilitate this."
"Darth Arho's directives are no longer relevant to this situation. It has grown beyond him. Darth Marr and I are in agreement on this point. Now, conduct me to your communications center. And provide my apprentice with the most current tactical report."
Well, shit. That'll be tricky to fix.
Okay, they can't have their forces almost split like this, they're going to need to consolidate somewhere. You, go get this person, she needs to speak with him about the tactical situation on Ilum.
Occlus makes a call on an open channel.
"This is Darth Occlus of the Dark Council. I have assumed control of Imperial forces on this planet. I would speak with the one styling himself Darth Revan."
There's a long pause, then:
"'Styling'? I'm hurt. That's hurtful. Revan speaking, hello."
"I would parley with you and your commander, then, in regards to our mutual enemy."
"Nnnnot sure I have one of those, but I can get you the commander of the Republic forces if you'd rather."
"I will send coordinates over a secure channel. I will be bringing myself and my apprentice, you may bring as many as you would like."
Occlus closes the channel. She tells one of the techs to transmit coordinates for a smaller abandoned shrine, and goes to find Callida.
Callida's at a tactics screen that's displaying personnel listings. Luckily she doesn't actually have to command the battle personally. She's not a bad tactician, but she's not a genius. Instead she's, frankly, cleaning up the command structure itself. A large number of forces defecting, including many major commanders, makes for a bit of a mess. Add Sith who think they're in charge now into the mix, and - well, that makes what Callida's currently dealing with. Augh. She'll get a list together of people she needs Occlus to be personally terrifying at, but for now, she can handle the major cleanup.
"My lord?" she says, looking up.
"We will be going to negotiate the ceasefire in person. Does anything require immediate attention before that?"