Months of research had finally reached their conclusion. It had taken Darth Tempest no small effort to decode the artifact acquired upon Excarga, extracting but a simple string of coordinates that has been hidden within the device. Their origin - where they led - was ever a mystery to the Dark Lord, with only rumor and hypothesis to fill in the blanks of her studies on the subject.
It did little to dissuade the Dark Lord in her search. It had taken every ounce of her strength to destroy the creature guarding the coordinates, and that fact alone eluded to the value of what it protected.
Instead of attempting the journey on her own, Tempest had opted to bring one of her own for the journey. Whispers of Azar’s name had progressively worked their way to Fortress Vader, most notably due to his recent success on Anoth. Repeated failures and ineptitude had begun to wear at her patience, and had all but sealed the fate of several within their Order. But the cunning and skill demonstrated by the Pureblood was something to be rewarded. Something to be cultivated, should the Acolyte find success on their journey.
The primary shuttle bay of Fortress Vader had been cleared for their departure - with only the personal yacht of the Dark Lord filling the space. It’s pearlescent exterior stood in stark contrast to the dark architecture of the Sith base, the Starblossom-class exceptionally rare within the Galaxy. Tempest herself stood just beneath the extended ramp, donning the same armor and mask that had come to be known across the Galaxy.
And it was there that she waited - providing Azar an opportunity to arrive before departure. The Pureblood was given little context or details about the mission itself, but there would be little mystery regarding who had hand-picked him specifically.
It did little to dissuade the Dark Lord in her search. It had taken every ounce of her strength to destroy the creature guarding the coordinates, and that fact alone eluded to the value of what it protected.
Instead of attempting the journey on her own, Tempest had opted to bring one of her own for the journey. Whispers of Azar’s name had progressively worked their way to Fortress Vader, most notably due to his recent success on Anoth. Repeated failures and ineptitude had begun to wear at her patience, and had all but sealed the fate of several within their Order. But the cunning and skill demonstrated by the Pureblood was something to be rewarded. Something to be cultivated, should the Acolyte find success on their journey.
The primary shuttle bay of Fortress Vader had been cleared for their departure - with only the personal yacht of the Dark Lord filling the space. It’s pearlescent exterior stood in stark contrast to the dark architecture of the Sith base, the Starblossom-class exceptionally rare within the Galaxy. Tempest herself stood just beneath the extended ramp, donning the same armor and mask that had come to be known across the Galaxy.
And it was there that she waited - providing Azar an opportunity to arrive before departure. The Pureblood was given little context or details about the mission itself, but there would be little mystery regarding who had hand-picked him specifically.
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