It was a mighty comedown from where they stood only months ago. Once at the head of fleets of Star Destroyers and vast armies of soldiers, the Sith Order could now barely cobble a few shuttles together. Malerion sat in one of these shuttles as it descended through the upper Atmosphere of Hypori on the far side of the galaxy. Its remote location had its benefits, away from the prying eyes of the new Imperium, yet the distance away from his final destination deemed that any future dealings would be a logistical nightmare.
The Sith looked up across the shuttle’s small seating area, the ships rocking from side to side in the vicious winds of the upper atmosphere. He was dressed for battle, a gothic inspired armour covered his torso, a lightsaber clicked to one side of his belt, a Sith Warblade to the other. “I doubt we will find much organic life downhere. The planet has been partially abandoned for a long time.” He said, breaking the silence. Malerion expected at least a small amount of resistance to whatever was keeping the lights on at the old Techno Union turned Galactic Empire facility.
“You still never gave me your price for this?” He asked, no one within the Sith Order held the power or respect to receive help for free. Everything was bargains between individuals of similar rank, until one pushed themselves forward to take the true mantle of Dark Lord.
@Tulos
The Sith looked up across the shuttle’s small seating area, the ships rocking from side to side in the vicious winds of the upper atmosphere. He was dressed for battle, a gothic inspired armour covered his torso, a lightsaber clicked to one side of his belt, a Sith Warblade to the other. “I doubt we will find much organic life downhere. The planet has been partially abandoned for a long time.” He said, breaking the silence. Malerion expected at least a small amount of resistance to whatever was keeping the lights on at the old Techno Union turned Galactic Empire facility.
“You still never gave me your price for this?” He asked, no one within the Sith Order held the power or respect to receive help for free. Everything was bargains between individuals of similar rank, until one pushed themselves forward to take the true mantle of Dark Lord.
@Tulos