Scheming Against Each Other
Darth Malthael's expression was extremely grim. No one would feel good about being played like that.
He gave Darth Tenebrus's corpse a long, deep look, then slowly took a black communicator from a hidden compartment beside him and pressed the button, connecting to a fixed frequency.
The hyperspace transmission connected quickly, and the communicator began projecting a hologram.
Within the communication signal, its colors somewhat distorted by the journey across tens of thousands of light-years through hyperspace, a short figure appeared—a Bith!
"It has been a long time, Darth Tenebrus. I recently heard that you've been doing quite well. That is quite reassuring to me," Darth Malthael said with a bright, sunny smile.
This Bith before him was none other than the temporary Bith body that Darth Malthael had previously handed to Darth Tenebrus to contain his lingering spirit!
"Hehehehe..." Darth Tenebrus let out the Bith's distinctive shrill laughter. "Compared to that, the development of Dawn Star Planet is what is truly worth celebrating. It has now become one of the most powerful planets in the galaxy. It seems defeating Darth Sidious will eventually become possible."
"So it seems you know that Darth Sidious is our true enemy," Darth Malthael said with a smile.
"Of course. Darth Sidious is climbing step by step toward the pinnacle of power in the Galactic Republic. He is almost at the top already," Darth Tenebrus said. "When that time comes, with great power in his hands, he will be able to take whatever he wishes from everything in the galaxy."
"Oh... I thought you didn't know, Grandmaster." Darth Malthael feigned surprise. "I thought you intended to prostrate yourself at Darth Sidious's feet and kiss his throne!"
"Hehehehe... If that were the case, you should be seeing me on Coruscant right