Malerion had traded the more non-descript shuttle he had used to travel between planets for a military craft. The Malleus Gunship had been found within the hangar of the droid manufactory and was much better suited to the vast emptiness of the void between the known galaxy and Exegol. What had once been a secret location only known to a few individuals had slowly slipped further and further into common knowledge, Malerion still had no idea how its secret slipped into the hands of the ISC although he suspected it was one of the Imperial Scumbags who then quickly turned on the Order once their stronghold was destroyed.
It was weirdly peaceful out here, whenever they had to stop to make adjustments to their jump to move around one of the thousands of obstacles, Malerion would stare out of the viewports staring back at the galaxy that was his and everyone's home. It seemed so little, able to reach out and grasp most of it with just one hand.
Along with a crew of Sith, Malerion had brought around a fifty of the RDR-8 Battle Droids he was able to produce prior to his departure from Hypori, it would be their first task to go back and collect the rest and the facility itself once todays deed was done.
Less a member of the crew and more of a colleague, Ambrosia who had helped back on Namadii had travelled with him to the outer reaches of the Galaxy. Stepping back from the cockpit, he moved into the small communal space in the middle of the ship. “Last jump.” He said, dropping down a pair of steps to the small kitchenette area grabbing himself a drink of water. Malerion had donned his armour just before the last jump, not knowing how far they had left. It was meant to be uncomfortable, irritating and painful to wear, allowing the Sith to more easily tap into the Dark Side due to his frustration and anger at wearing the metal plates. But at the moment it just made opening the bottle more of a problem that it needed to be. “You know there is a chance we get blown into oblivion long before we get close?”
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