What he was saying was impossible. Sith hadn't been that sort of hierarchy for thousands of year. So far back that it wasn't covered in anything but deep history lessons.

But then something changed and Aayla rocked back on her heels like a boat hitting the wake of a much larger craft. Her sensitivity to emotion and individuals made Nox a haze of indistinct and multiple forms. A squelching noise of varied energies made her turn away as she was unprepared to face it.

It was nothing like she'd felt, even when Master Vos had turned or her own walk on a darker path, this was true darkness and it chilled her to the bone.

"Master Shan? Satele Shan? She died thousands of years ago and would not likely commune with a sith." Yeah pull the other lek on that one.