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The moment that Darth Tempest stepped foot on Bannister Station, she could practically feel the Force radiating all around her - emanating from the thousands of sentients that resided on the station. For weeks, the Dark Lord had roamed the remote and desolate edges of the Galaxy - searching those very places where the Sith of old had once dwelled. It was only now that she had returned to the civilized Galaxy, welcoming the change of pace and opportunity that her new destination offered. One step closer towards the grand plan that she had set into motion.
In recent years, Bannister had been yet another conquest by the Mandalorian Crusaders, who used the refueling station to bolster their war-machine. The moment that their regime collapsed, however, the Station defaulted to its original way of life, opening its spaceport to all walks of life. Pirates, mercenaries and traders - all were welcome to rest and refuel on Bannister, so long as they paid their dues to its Baron-Administrator.
It was a lucrative business, and one that Darth Tempest had every intention of seizing for herself and the Sith Order.
Upon arrival, Tempest made her way down to the lower levels of the refueling station to conduct her business. She opted for a rather seedy cantina - one that was frequented by the multitudes of mercenaries and bandits that called Bannister home. A place where she was unlikely to draw even the slightest bit of attention over the exotic dancers and blaring music. Rather than adopting her usual armor, Darth Tempest instead was dressed in simple black and grey robes - lightsaber safely hidden out of sight. Her black hair was left undone - cascading down to the middle of her back in soft ringlets and curls. And there she sat - waiting for another Sith to arrive.
Despite her position as Dark Lord, Tempest knew precious little about Malerion - despite his proclaimed loyalty to her Sith Order. It was an uncertainty that Tempest would rectify while using the Champion to achieve her goals on Bannister station.
@Braden