Ask Mustafar Hot and Bothered

[Acklay]

Though Acklay had met with Sith before - she had worked to change the identity of a particular one to help him hide from the Empire - she'd not quite met with a Sith quite like this one. 'The Dark Lord.' It was quite a summon, or rather, a hire. In a way, she felt quite flattered knowing that out of every slicer available in the galaxy, Acklay had been the name first on Tempest's list. Or somewhere on it, at least. She had no way of knowing who (if anyone) the woman had contacted first.

< Climate control activated. >​

As Acklay's ship dropped out of hyperspace and began to descend, the vehicle's temperate control was activated in advance to combat the incessant heat of the planet. Mustafar was a hot, volcanic planet. It was a wasteland of fire and brimstone, and yet somehow the native Mustafarians managed to continue to survive there. 'Good for them.' Fortunately, they were not her concern. Her concern was the fortress, which she really hoped was air-conditioned.

Tshssssss. The ramp to her ship descended, and Acklay followed soon after. Her lowered face was covered by the mask styled like her namesake, but she was otherwise not all too covered up. Her outfit was, as usual, dark and utilitarian. The red glow of the lava left a shiny sheen of red and orange on her metallic arms, and a dull crimson on the duffel bag slung across her shoulders.

'Damn, this is a hell of a fortress.' Force users loved their big ol' temples, huh? 'Could do without the damn heat though...' It would suffice to say that she was not a fan of the heat. The sooner Tempest brought her inside, the better.

@Altaris

 

[Darth Tempest]

Darth Tempest had begun to grow accustomed to Mustafar. For weeks, the Dark Lord had explored the hallowed halls of her own Fortress - through the same corridors and chambers that Vader had built and claimed for his own. Through the caverns and Nexus that coursed beneath the earth. It was a piece of Sith history as it was their functional base of operations, and it only fed the curiosity and hunger for greater knowledge that she possessed.

Even still, Tempest knew there was unfinished business left to be addressed. While physical resistance had been cleared from the Gahenn Plains, it was the final drawback that the Sith had suffered - just at the end of reclaiming the Fortress - that worried her most. It revealed some of the glaring security flaws that still plagued the facility, including the fact that someone still had access to its systems and controls.

Members of the Resistance had escaped and survived from that day - and Tempest was positive they would attempt to utilize that access at some point in the future.

Ensuring control over her own fortress was of paramount importance, if the Sith were ever to confidently hold their position on Mustafar. It was justification enough for Tempest to reach out to Acklay - hiring one of the more renown Slicers available on the market.

Tempest opted to greet Acklay upon arrival - waiting for the Slicer within the spacious hanger of Fortress Vader. She was adorned in her signature crimson-and-black armor - featured concealed behind the faceless visor of her mask. The hilt of her lightsaber was visible against her hip, swaying with each step.

Flanked by a single hooded attendant, Tempest glanced up to stare at the Slicer - watching as she descended the ramp of her own shuttle. The Dark Lord kept both hands tucked against the small of her back, posture strict and rigid. “Acklay,” She said, her voice mechanized and modulated by the mask she wore. “Welcome to Mustafar.”[/abox]