Altair had many memories on this planet, and they almost always involved Sith. It was strange to traverse through Raxus and find the temple and sites empty of Sith. There were no red lightsabers, no Imperial being loudly bossed around, no eerie robes and hoods. It was as if a dark cloud had been lifted off this and other planets.
He was adorned in his officer’s formalwear, his rank always displayed. Altair and Val had taken swift actions to remove the Sith from Imperial borders and to pin the strict censoring on the public on the Empress as well. Already the Corporate Sector began to drop their boycotts, rolling back some of the advances ISC had made against them. All in all, it was a cause for celebration even though they weren’t out of the woods just yet.
The hall was expansive and ornate, and there was ample lighting in the room. The dresscode was formal military, but no weapons, helmets or masks permitted. The invites were sent encrypted through secure channels and there was plenty of security in place. After Altair gatecrashed the Sith club meeting, he wasn’t going to take any chances.
Altair nursed a glass of whiskey in his hand, waiting for others to arrive. This was as much a social as a gathering to discuss how they would operate from here on out.