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Fortress Vader, Mustafar
1400 local time
He looked up, glancing at the darkened skies. There were no clouds on Mustafar, no water to condense. The landscape was hellish--raging rivers of lava, black obsidian and smooth rock in between. Yet, the planet had had time to recover after Vader's demise. Irontrees had grown around the fortress, planted by the cultists slain by Kylo Ren. The lava had cooled, not that Cinere knew what it had looked like before. Still, there was a certain air to this planet. An air of peace, of finally being left alone after all this time. He almost scoffed. Wakey, wakey.
This was the culmination of his plans. It was hard to organize a campaign, that he had known, but he had succeeded nevertheless, even getting a Darth onboard with the program. A thought tugged at the back of his mind as they walked, silently, toward the fortress.
Is he here to steal my thunder? the doubt echoed in his head. Why would a Darth want to help a Marauder? Why would a Sith want to help anyone? It would be so, so easy for the Darth to simply take credit for the mission, to prove himself worthy, while tossing Cinere aside, maybe even disposing of him to ensure he doesn't talk.
He was wary, but he welcomed the help nevertheless. Cinere knew he could stand his ground.
@Braden Drake