Karys sat at an oversized desk on his ship. He was reviewing the countless files, contracts, and manifests that Vossari had downloaded from Param’s tea shop before flooding it. As he skimmed the document he had open, he’d wince. The syringe of a floating medical droid compressed, Karys felt the icy cold rush of bacta pump into the raw flesh of his hand. He hissed and fought the urge to jerk his hand away as previously deadened nerve ending flared to life once more.
It had only been four days since his duel with Param and her apprentice. Karys had defeated them both, and took his revenge against the Echani woman and her idiot of a disciple. Karys had rewarded Vossari with a star fighter and lessons deepening his knowledge of the dark side. Then, he’d sent his Wrean apprentice to Skye on an errand for him. Normally this would have been the time Karys meditated in his victory, did light administrative work, took inventory of the resources available on Trokein, and suggested a new Overseer for the world.
But the rush of victory was short lived.
Karys’ light administrative work uncovered a series of serious problems. He had found that Param had been purchasing Zygerrian slaves, freeing them, and then paying them to do jobs they otherwise would have done for free. While certainly an issue and inefficient, there were plenty of Sith who opposed slavery. However, the biggest issue was the deal she had struck with the Hutts. She’d sold seventy percent of the spice mines in exchange for a meager fleet and Hutt protections.
Karys couldn’t help but feel sick at his own misfortune of finding this problem. Unsure what to do, he reached out to the only being he felt he could truly trust for guidance on this issue. His former master, his beloved, Azar of the Kressh.
Karys knew his lover would arrive soon and ordered the medical droid to wrap his hand in kolto soaked gauze. He intended on wearing the black glove that matched his robes to hide the disgusting wound from the man he loved. He couldn’t afford to look weak, not after his discovery and his request.
It had only been four days since his duel with Param and her apprentice. Karys had defeated them both, and took his revenge against the Echani woman and her idiot of a disciple. Karys had rewarded Vossari with a star fighter and lessons deepening his knowledge of the dark side. Then, he’d sent his Wrean apprentice to Skye on an errand for him. Normally this would have been the time Karys meditated in his victory, did light administrative work, took inventory of the resources available on Trokein, and suggested a new Overseer for the world.
But the rush of victory was short lived.
Karys’ light administrative work uncovered a series of serious problems. He had found that Param had been purchasing Zygerrian slaves, freeing them, and then paying them to do jobs they otherwise would have done for free. While certainly an issue and inefficient, there were plenty of Sith who opposed slavery. However, the biggest issue was the deal she had struck with the Hutts. She’d sold seventy percent of the spice mines in exchange for a meager fleet and Hutt protections.
Karys couldn’t help but feel sick at his own misfortune of finding this problem. Unsure what to do, he reached out to the only being he felt he could truly trust for guidance on this issue. His former master, his beloved, Azar of the Kressh.
Karys knew his lover would arrive soon and ordered the medical droid to wrap his hand in kolto soaked gauze. He intended on wearing the black glove that matched his robes to hide the disgusting wound from the man he loved. He couldn’t afford to look weak, not after his discovery and his request.
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