What had once been the Royal Palace of Namadii, in all its grandeur and opulence home of the Imperial Councillor Darth Caelestis was now just an administrative building. After the collapse of the Avillion Kingdom and its absorption into the wider Sith Empire, most of the palace had been turned into the Governmental capital for the Western reaches of the Sith Empire. Bureaucrats, politicians and the dregs of administrative life walked its halls not understanding or giving a crap about the grandeur of the Sith which built the building.
Malerion couldn’t help but let out a little sneer as he watched a man bump into one of the ornamental pillars spilling his coffee over the marble, not seeming to care or notice and walk on. The coffee would stain the pillar if not cleaned quickly enough and looking around he could see no droid or organic ready to pick up the mess.
Part of him wanted to send a flick of Force Energy out, sending the man collapsing into a spasm of pain. But he had to control himself, not all of the palace had been converted, with the old personal apartments of the Sith Lord left untouched. But for how long, the extreme elements of the New Empire had yet to fully take hold of in the West, but it was only a matter of time before it was ransacked and burned by the Imperial fanatics. Today he and Ambrosia had the lovely task of making their way through the governmental parts of the Palace and entering these apartments in the search of something.
As such Malerion was dressed in a simple outfit which blended in with many of the other clerical workers running around him. His lightsaber was hidden at the small of his back, his seax under his armpit, both covered by a dark blazer. “We need to head to the old audience chamber first.”
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