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It had only been a few days since Vahliri had returned to Thule. Between her conversation with Varyn and the fight with Altair, the half-Annfyn couldn’t shake the melancholy that had begun to set in - nor the fact that sleep was an increasingly difficult commodity to come by. The last words from Altair haunted and never quite left her mind. She was angry at herself for what had been said, and wanted to do anything in her power to take it all back. To repair the damage that had been caused as a result.
But she knew she couldn’t.
In an attempt to push both topics from her mind, Vahliri delved headlong back into her career. Securing her reign on Thule, and bringing the planet into full operation for the Empire. Her plans to establish an Academy were already underway, with a location and plan of approach being developed. For now, though, the half-Annfyn’s attention was fixed upon a series of droid factories built a few miles outside of Hurom. For centuries, they had been a key component of Thuleian military strength - fueling both Sith Empires and independent regimes. They were home to schematics and designs unique to the planet, and had the manufacturing capacity to produce armies.
In recent years, though, the factories had fallen into disrepair and neglect - a consequence of the isolationist policies of its previous monarch. Worse yet, was intelligence that suggested the forges had suddenly awoken of their own accord - or perhaps more likely, the accord of some rival.
Her plan was relatively straightforward - and the half-Annfyn didn’t hesitate to ask for Wodan specifically for the mission. They had worked together on Tibrin, and it was due time that Vahliri called in that favor from months ago.
She waited for the Sith Champion within one of the spacious chambers of her citadel - standing behind a desk with arms spread wide to grip either end of it. The half-Annfyn was adorned in crimson robes with gold trim, Ur-kittat inscriptions lining her cuffs and hem, and complete with a belt that her lightsaber was clipped to. Her black hair was braided and styled elaborately, while a circlet studded with large, square rubies rested on her forehead - befitting her position as Suzerain of the planet.
With any luck, it wouldn’t take the other man long to arrive.
@Braden