Andruil didn't want to use Dathomir as a staging area for Sith operations, but Felucia was perfectly suited to that purpose. She was on good terms with the natives from the jungle and even with the farmers. The Sith rule had been profitable for almost everyone involved.
The staging area was just at the edge of the jungle. A small spaceport that had often served as her landing zone now had a small path leading from it to the village she had stayed at long ago and the small Nightsister and Sith enclave that she and Tiamat had established.
Now, the port was bustling with ships and the forces that would accompany Andruil and Charlotte to the Hapes Consortium. Not that they'd travel as a large convoy, but each freighter housing a handful of soldiers could arrive independently if needed. This was a covert takeover, after all, not an invasion proper.
Nightsisters, Sith agents, and even Felucian natives moved around the port as Andruil awaited the arrival of the woman of the hour. The Sith Councilor sat at a table outside one of the local cantinas, sipping a cup of caf as she studied information about the consortium on a datapad. Knowledge was power, and though she wouldn't admit it aloud, she felt she knew woefully little about this people and the world they were going to conquer.
@Valen Pelora
The staging area was just at the edge of the jungle. A small spaceport that had often served as her landing zone now had a small path leading from it to the village she had stayed at long ago and the small Nightsister and Sith enclave that she and Tiamat had established.
Now, the port was bustling with ships and the forces that would accompany Andruil and Charlotte to the Hapes Consortium. Not that they'd travel as a large convoy, but each freighter housing a handful of soldiers could arrive independently if needed. This was a covert takeover, after all, not an invasion proper.
Nightsisters, Sith agents, and even Felucian natives moved around the port as Andruil awaited the arrival of the woman of the hour. The Sith Councilor sat at a table outside one of the local cantinas, sipping a cup of caf as she studied information about the consortium on a datapad. Knowledge was power, and though she wouldn't admit it aloud, she felt she knew woefully little about this people and the world they were going to conquer.
@Valen Pelora