"He sits on the Dark Council. If I kill him properly, I take his place."

"...and then what happens? Do you help rule the Sith or something?"

"I do whatever I want to."

"Really? No obligations come with the title?"

"Nothing that presents an obstacle."

"I see." Pause. "Is there anything you want to do?"

"Yes."

"Would you answer if I asked what it was?"

"No."

"Didn't think so. Say, wanna use your power to build a large-scale third option that isn't as stupid as the Jedi and the Sith and doesn't require anyone to go to some remote planet somewhere?"

"That sounds like a waste of my time."

She sighs. "I'm not sure what kinds of things aren't, you aren't very forthcoming about it."

"Interesting things are not a waste of my time. You are an interesting thing."

"And creating an entire alternative to Jedi and Sith so that you're forever known as its founder isn't?"

"Entirely too much work."

"Interesting things that don't require you to expend a lot of effort?"

"That would be an adequate summation."

"How much political power does a Sith Lord actually have?"

"It varies."

"Huh. Okay, I guess."

Occlus studies Rafa for a moment, eyes narrow.

"Do you still wish to learn to summon lightning?"

"Yeah, I'd like to."

She stands.

"Follow me."

She stands, as well, and follows.

Occlus leads the way to the cargo hold, where she sets up a practice dummy.

"Peace is a lie. There is only passion." She punctuates each word with a blast of electricity at the dummy. "The lightning is a manifestation of the truth behind those words. A physical representation of what you feel. Who do you hate?"