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Korriban…to the untrained eye or the historically blind the world is but a dry dead husk. More void of life than even sunburnt worlds such as Tatooine or Geonosis. Harsh desert winds, endless sharp edged mountains and completely void of the one element required to sustain most life in the galaxy; water.
Yet to those wise in history, and informed of recent events in a political sense the dry husk of Korriban was and still is a place shrouded in legend and mystery. A nexus somewhat, of the dark side of the force. Many a century abandoned but often reawakened by those sensitive to whispers of the dark side. The birth place of many a Sith reawakening.
…and now capital of the Empire. In orbit a newly constructed series of military shipyards and orbital stations await, brimming with activity as imperial technicians are busy bee’s continually building new vessels for the Imperial war machine. Cargo Haulers escorted by Tie Fighters arrive hourly from the nearby asteroid field with fresh raw materials to further feed the Imperial hunger of ore.
Yet below, on the planet surface. Numbers dwindle as few bar the Empire’s finest soldiers or highest ranking members; namely Sith are permitted to linger. The Sith and their dark servants, commonly referred to as the dark jedi.
There are many temples on the surface hidden by clever design of being carved into the surface…one such temple was now the home of the Dark lady of the Sith, also known as the Empress of the Empire.
Perhaps not the most skilled woman with a lightsaber, but her prowess with the force is undoubtable. Yet, the Empress needed not a skilled hand with a saber, at least not from one her own hands.
A shapely woman, short and young with a crooked smile dressed in reflective dark skin tight yet flexible body armour passed with a feline grace yet an air of absolute confidence through one of the temples many corridors. Her beauty marked unnaturally only by tattoo’s across her face as if wings of a bird. Yes, the Empress needed no hand with a saber of her own, she had this woman to be her deadly hand.
Si’ara came to the end of the corridor and smirked crookedly before entering the chamber at its end. The chamber was dark, almost completely engulfed in darkness bar for a blue flame which burned in the center. She could not see the Empress, but she could sense her presence.
Bowing before the flame, Si’ara slowly stood and placed a casual hand upon her hip. “You sent for me, Empress?”
