Years had passed since the Sith had held Dromuund Kaas. In the days of the Sith Imperium, the world had hosted a mighty academy, the palaces of great lords, and massive cityscapes within its towering jungle. To return here was a proposition - a step towards the Sith reclaiming their heritage. Retaking great Dromuund Kaas would be a symbol, to the Order and the Galaxy at large, that the Sith were eternal. An Empire may come and go with the waves, but so long as Dromuund Kaas existed, so too would the Sith.
Vossari didn't grasp these complexities, though, as he arrived to the world. Without powerful Sith benefactors, the world devolved further and further into smaller fiefdoms and warlords, eventually falling into a state of paranoia and violence. The presence of the living Dark Side on the world certainly encouraged such base behavior. And it was under these conditions that an organic rise to power could be engineered for the Sith - the people could again turn to their true masters.
This was why Freyja and Vossari had been sent here. Scout out the planet, and report back to their betters the condition of it. Vossari wanted more. He was clad in his environmental suit as he strode through the spaceport, once formerly held by the Sith Empire, now privately held by a militia of mercenaries and off world traders who needed a wall of blaster fire to safely peddle their products. His helmet lay in his hands as he searched across the spaceport for his contact - the young woman who was Azar's apprentice. Her, Vossari was intimately interested in.
The port had failed to disrepair as the jungle reclaimed what once an empire had built. But still, it was likely the quietest place on Dromuund Kaas today. He nibbled on a fried meat-and-veg-on-a-stick as he waited, eyes darting around the spaceport.
@LadyRen
Vossari didn't grasp these complexities, though, as he arrived to the world. Without powerful Sith benefactors, the world devolved further and further into smaller fiefdoms and warlords, eventually falling into a state of paranoia and violence. The presence of the living Dark Side on the world certainly encouraged such base behavior. And it was under these conditions that an organic rise to power could be engineered for the Sith - the people could again turn to their true masters.
This was why Freyja and Vossari had been sent here. Scout out the planet, and report back to their betters the condition of it. Vossari wanted more. He was clad in his environmental suit as he strode through the spaceport, once formerly held by the Sith Empire, now privately held by a militia of mercenaries and off world traders who needed a wall of blaster fire to safely peddle their products. His helmet lay in his hands as he searched across the spaceport for his contact - the young woman who was Azar's apprentice. Her, Vossari was intimately interested in.
The port had failed to disrepair as the jungle reclaimed what once an empire had built. But still, it was likely the quietest place on Dromuund Kaas today. He nibbled on a fried meat-and-veg-on-a-stick as he waited, eyes darting around the spaceport.
@LadyRen