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Sionann was Schrödinger's cat. She was trapped in a room with no windows and no doors. A tiled room that was similar to the Coruscanti museum's decor, prior to the planet's devastation. A single bench stood on the floor for the young Jedi, facing a large painting that hung from a wall. The painting was based off of one of Geist Weiss' drawings, Mal De Mer of Azure Nature. Feathery birds flew above a crystal lake.
The entire location was fiction, a construct of Zigoola's illusions forged by Darth Somnus' imagination. The room served as a prison, to occupy Sionnan's mind during her captivity at the Phantom Palace, the Dark Lord's private sanctuary on Zigoola. The room would allow for a distraction. Were Sionnan to attempt to resist the illusions, the painting would come alive and the water inside would begin to flow into the room. The more she struggled, the more water would flow into the box. Panic was the enemy to resisting mind tricks.
Darth Somnus ascended the stairs, his presence abandoning the sub-levels below. Sionnan was properly detained in her cell, a shock collar to help prevent Force usage. The illusions the Dark Lord had enveloped around the girl would keep her occupied for the time being. After all, it had worked wonders on her dungeon-mate, the former councilor Larik Novan. Darth Somnus found mild amusement that the two individuals who had separated after Dis had been reunited. He wondered if Sionann had wondered where Larik had gone after he had sacrificed himself to allow Sionann and the others to escape Clairvoyance. Unfortunately, such antics would help neither this time.
Rookwrr was waiting for him in the corridor. The Wookie was responsible for Sionann's capture, along with having been part of the Dis adventure himself. He had redeemed himself by far for capturing one of the escapees. Motioning for the Wookie to follow him, Darth Somnus spoke as they walked to the throne room. "You have done well. These insurgents caused some damage at Yinchorr, but it could have been worse. A lot worse. You did well. Your recent merits have not gone unnoticed. Rookwrr the Black, consider yourself a Crusader for the Sith's cause no longer. You are now a Master of the Sith." Rookwrr's recent actions had proven the Wookie was up to the challenge. He had eliminated multiple enemies and had saved many of his comrades, from Dis to Yinchorr. The furred giant was a machine whose efficiency was enviable to his peers.
The throne room's door was hidden by illusions. There was a recent Darth Somnus had suggested the Wookie not venture off far alone. Illusions flowed through the Phantom Palace like the air. It was everywhere. Illusions hid passages and pretended others existed. One of the illusionist's former body guards had fallen of a balcony due to illusions giving the impression it was a staircase. The Wookie however was far more in tune with the illusions, more aware of what was real and what wasn't. It also helped that Geist morphed the illusions slightly to be less effective on the Wookie. However, such benefits only existed in the palace. The world at large was a different story.
Darth Somnus at down on the throne whose colors continually morphed, preventing bystanders from deducing if the throne was rugged metal or silk or some other material. The Sith Lord didn't offer a chair to the Wookie, despite a few present. He didn't expect the Wookie to wish to sit.
"I have read your report on what happened at Yinchorr," Darth Somnus said. "The explosive was dealt with. Unfortunately the other academy was hit and was severely damaged. However, ultimately the campaign was not in the rebels' favor. Due to the distractions at Yinchorr, including losing contact with their Jedi agent, our operatives were able to rescue a Sith that the enemy had captured." Geist paused, thinking. "This Jedi. You mention she has a stain in her heart, that of dar-" The Dark Lord stopped and jerked his head to stare at the ceiling. No doubt the Wookie possibly could sense it too. From behind the doors to the throne room, paws were scampering closer. The Dark Lord knew what was about to be reported. "It appears we have visitors. Either they've tracked one of our prisoners down or hope to target the Dark Lord's sanctum. Either way their insolence shall not be tolerated. Rookwrr the Black, show these blasphemers why you deserve to be called a Master of the Dark Side." Darth Somnus opened the doors using the Force and forged a vortex throughout the halls to allow Rookwrr passage through the Phantom Palace without being plagued by illusions. The foyer sat the edge of the barrier, the best place for an ambush by a Master-level assassin. As the Wookie departed, three Covallons raced in the throne room to report the situation. The sentient beasts relayed the information they had, of an enemy vessel of unknown origins having arrived in the system.
Unknown to his agents, but not to the Dark Lord of the Sith. Darth Somnus recognized one of the presences aboard the ship. Sisk Renelo was here.
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