Tempest had grown accustomed to her seat of power on Mustafar. While she continued to reign over Thule through vizirs and regents, the Dark Lord of the SIth almost exclusively spent her time within Fortress Vader - tirelessly working to advance her own plans and machinations. At her directive, the Order had already moved to secure facilities within the Amorris Drive Yards - in addition to placing key allies within Arakyd leadership. It was the first steps towards rebuilding the war machine that the Sith had once commanded - piece by piece. It would take months or years for her efforts to fully come to fruition, and it meant utilizing every asset at her disposal.
As a result, it didn’t take long before her attention turned to one of the more powerful members of her Order. Ciri was something of an enigma amongst her followers - a Nightsister that hadn’t stayed amongst her own kind after the split, and one who remained a loner from the rest of the Sith. She hadn’t been present at Junction, nor had she made an appearance on Mustafar - despite pledging her allegiance to the Dark Lord. There was an air of mystery around the Champion that Tempest had finally decided to rectify - summoning the woman to Fortress Vader. Her additional work in Alchemy - helping to recover the work of Sol - drew her attention.
Tempest was seated upon the throne of Darth Vader - her fingers curled across the blocky, obsidian armchests of her seat. The Dark Lord was adorned in her signature armor and mask, while the curved hilt of her lightsaber was clipped to the side of her waist. Several droids were stationed around the room, forming the preliminary defenses that had been commissioned for the Fortress.
The Dark Lord waited patiently for the Champion to arrive - her gaze fixed upon the durasteel doors situated at the far side of the room, straight ahead.
As a result, it didn’t take long before her attention turned to one of the more powerful members of her Order. Ciri was something of an enigma amongst her followers - a Nightsister that hadn’t stayed amongst her own kind after the split, and one who remained a loner from the rest of the Sith. She hadn’t been present at Junction, nor had she made an appearance on Mustafar - despite pledging her allegiance to the Dark Lord. There was an air of mystery around the Champion that Tempest had finally decided to rectify - summoning the woman to Fortress Vader. Her additional work in Alchemy - helping to recover the work of Sol - drew her attention.
Tempest was seated upon the throne of Darth Vader - her fingers curled across the blocky, obsidian armchests of her seat. The Dark Lord was adorned in her signature armor and mask, while the curved hilt of her lightsaber was clipped to the side of her waist. Several droids were stationed around the room, forming the preliminary defenses that had been commissioned for the Fortress.
The Dark Lord waited patiently for the Champion to arrive - her gaze fixed upon the durasteel doors situated at the far side of the room, straight ahead.