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Vahliri hadn’t allowed herself to rest since departing from Korriban. Her duel with Caelian - the loss of her arm - had served as a wake-up call for the half-Annfyn, and she had promptly thrown herself back into Imperial engagements the moment she was released from the medbay. While much of the Sith were occupied by addressing the threat of the Kilik’s, Vahliri had turned her attention to south - towards the wealthy, prosperous worlds of the Inner Rim. In the midst of the crisis, the Empire was in need of new allies to bolster their ranks - and Vahliri was committed to bringing them into the fold. In this task, there was no margin for error.
As hours of travel came to an end, the Atropus finally burst out of Hyperspace - dropping into the Ailon system. The Upsilon-class shuttle was accompanied by small fleet of Imperial warships moving in close formation. Home to the Ailon Nova Guard, Vahliri had specifically targeted the fortified planet for its martial traditions and elite fighters - understanding full-well the value of bringing the warrior class under the Empire’s banner. It had taken no small amount of dialogue to finally establish a meeting with the Grand Marshall of Ailon, and it was not an opportunity that the half-Annfyn intended to squander.
An invitation had customarily been extended to neighboring governments - allowing an opportunity for others to make this case against the Empire.
“My Lady,” The voice of Vahliri’s pilot echoed through the cabin, drawing the half-Annfyn’s attention from her thoughts and back to reality. “We are approaching the surface.”
“Good,” She said with a nod, rising from her seat. “We will not keep our host waiting.” Despite the diplomatic nature of her visit, the half-Annfyn was adorned in her signature red-and-black Sith robes - armored and armed with two lightsabers on her belt and Crystal Vambrace. The people of Ailon were warriors of legendary renown - men and women who respected martial prowess and strength above all - and it was as a warrior that Vahliri came to address them now. Not some pompous Diplomat.
It didn’t take long for her shuttle to reach the designated landing platform - and Vahliri quickly emerged down the durasteel ramp that extended to meet the ground. With both hands tucked against the small of her back, the half-Annfyn began to make her way towards the colossal amphitheater ahead - thousands already gathered to spectate the negotiations.
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