Darth Barad-Dur sat at the head of the table of his personal warship, the Imperial-Class Star Destroyer Vader. His arms were crossed, and his legs were crossed as if in meditation, but he was not. He looked at the chromo. 15:23. He scowled at it. They were late. This was important, to important for him to tell over his holocalls to all the Sith he trusted. There might be someone watching the calls, making sure what was happening had not been revealed yet. But, he had, and they would pay dearly for it.