Why was it that no matter what happened, war always loomed over the galaxy? It was a stupid question, one that Sah’ra heard far too often. It didn’t matter who fired the first shot nor who fired the last. She, they, were Sith. The galaxy and all those in it belonged to them by right of strength alone. Whether they crushed those who opposed them or they were forced to withdraw from the public eye to rebuild and refocus, they could never truly be purged from existence. So long as light remained, so too did the dark.
When the news of the ISC sanctions of fuel and medical supplies became known to the Sith (whilst their people remained in the dark due to the swift actions of the ISB) Sah’ra knew she couldn’t simply sit back and wait to see how things played out. Little had been heard from the Empress since these revelations came to light. The so-called War Master of the Sith, Darth Draugr, had vanished. Plans of refineries being constructed on Kril’Dor and Abafar would alleviate some of the pressure but President Thorne was quick to retaliate and alienated the Sith productions from wider distribution, severely crippling their economy in such a way that hadn’t been seen in years. The Sith leadership were playing checkers whilst Thorne proved to be a master of dejarik. Now it was her turn to play.
”Approaching Verkuyl. Preparing to drop from hyperspace,” Sah’ra spoke calmly to the woman at her side. The Sith had had years to prepare infrastructure to combat endeavors like this and they had done nothing. They had become complacent, reliant on the wider galaxy for resources. Her plan was simple though it would take time to enact. Time she wasn’t sure if they had but leniency had proven their folly thus far. As the tunnel of hyperspace streaked back into stars, the small world of Verkuyl spinning slowly in the distance now in sight, Sah’ra turned to face her selected compatriot for this mission.
”Preferably, we will secure a trade agreement or vows of loyalty from the people of Verkuyl but their compliance is not our primary objective, Amira,” the woman would speak plainly but with purpose. ”The remote location of this world makes trade exceedingly difficult, especially given our current fuel crisis, but if we can secure a large sample of the alazhi bacteria to produce in Sith space, we are one step closer to erasing the needs for outside reliance. I’m sure one as bright as yourself doesn’t need me to explain the importance in this,” she finished with a gentle yet sinister smile.