The TIE starfighter exercise had come to an end and the Marauder was glad to be coming back into the Sith base. There were some older surplus and mothballed designs found that Wiley had advocated on keeping rather than scrapping. On his arrival to Malastare he knew some of it was a bit outdated but still useful designs if put in the right hands. There was no point in good ordnance going to waste. Then again, the Starblade he had been allowed to test fly a few times seemed like a completely different creature. Coming towards the hangar bay his ship was easily nestled into its place by the time Wiley was already practically hopping out of it. Today he was dressed in the same low profile garb as he had recently adopted for ground work since the exercise had only been in atmosphere and he knew what the rest of the day could hold.
Malastare had always been a place the man had wanted to visit for some time. This was true since the first time he saw a pod race recording onboard among of the Ossein fleets. Those days were long gone and he was happy to be in the service of the Sith Order. Life couldn't have happened any other way. This was destiny unfolding and now he was meeting with Darth Malicia. This was the first time he was meeting her directly and if she was anything like Darth Kravos, he felt both excited and a bit afraid.
Grinning with confidence all the same, he made his way to the meeting as he passed by others. Most people didn't seem happy and plenty had resting-bantha-face but Wiley smile didn't seem diminished in the workplace. The man looked like a jackal ready to holler at a moments notice in most cases. Well of course luv, gotta offset this bloody drab mood round here. Or something to that effect was usually said. Truth be told he took pleasure in power as well as the recognition of it. Holding the attention of others, be it through entertainment, fear, respect, or want, it had always made him feel good. Now with the attention of a Sith Lord, things were looking up for Wiley Winnz.
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