It looked to be a very good day, with the potential for soup fairly high. Not just any soup either, but Jedi soup. That would mean a strengthening of his connection to the Force, which was always welcome. Smiling unpleasantly, his mouth twisted up in a parody of happiness, the Anzat fingered his lightsaber. It had been far too long since there had been a fight around him. Solari found himself greatly looking forward to the contest of wills, not that Jedi were much of a challenge in this day and age. Weaklings, all of them. The Skywalker legacy is effectively no more. The smile turned ever so slightly towards being real, but that just made it more terrible. It wasn't that facing weaklings gave him much joy, it didn't. But there weren't that many who would be considered "strong" in comparison to the ancient Anzat. Over a millenia of experience was... difficult to overcome for even the most experienced shorter-lived species. Even Yoda, the old grandmaster, hadn't seen as many years. I thought that one would never die. Then many thought the same of Palpatine. A mere blink that one. Solari was so old he remembered the sith right after Bane, or the lack of them more accurately. Finding trainging during that time of "light" had been vastly difficult, but not impossible. Especially for one with the kind of resources an older Anzat could bring to play. Credits were of little importance anymore, there was no shortage of them and no shortage of ways to gain them. Deciding that the time for waiting was done, Jumal Snarkfumbleskull scaled the building they were meeting on. It wouldn't do to keep his "compatriots" waiting any longer. These younger Sith thought they knew everything, that they were invincible. Such a joke. It rankled, slightly, to have been placed under one of these, but being something of an unknown to his "friends" that was understandable. Darth Khopesh seemed to be reasonably compotent, unlike many of the younger beings that he'd come across. Arriving in his typical silent fashion, his old assassin trainging having long ago been perfected, he stood behind the others, masked in the Force, and waited. There wasn't really any chitchat, and it amused the Anzat that no one could tell that he was there. Observing the others, some fidgeting, others standing stoically until Khopesh finally checked his chrono. "Has anyone seen Solari?" Taking that as his cue the Anzat stepped into the gathering. 'Apparently no one was looking." Folding his arms over his chest, "What's the plan?" He had a basic idea of what they were facing, and what they needed to do. Just not really HOW it was supposed to go down. Generally a recipe for disaster.