It had only been a few days since Vahliri’s meeting with Trelain and Altair. Though the information wasn’t public yet, the half-Annfyn had already begun to set things into motion - leveraging what assets were at her disposal and contacting her allies within the Sith Order. While much of it could be delegated, Vahliri knew that the trip to Muunilinst required a personal presence with representatives of the Banking Clans.
For years, the Empire had effectively sat on their hands - squandering the leverage they held over the Banks. They were perhaps the most powerful tool at their disposal, and Vahliri had every intention of ensuring the loyalty of the Core Five by whatever means necessary. Whether it was against the Consortium or anyone else, the half-Annfyn knew that having Muunilinst in her corner was invaluable.
She stood within the lounge of her Starblossom-class yacht, hands neatly folded against the small of her back. She was adorned in her siganture black-and-red Sith robes, hood pulled up to obscure the upper hemisphere of her face from view - while a pair of lightsabers dangled freely at her belt. The half-Annfyn had deliberately opted to forgo fanfare or the use of Empire resources for the trip - intending to limit the spread of information and what exactly she was doing until it was done.
Her choice of companion was a curious one. Under normal circumstances, Vahliri wouldn’t have trusted an Acolyte to accompany her for such a meeting - but reports of Jeset’s success record were enough for the half-Annfyn to make an exception to the rule. She had faith he would prove useful in the negotiations and whatever else was to occur on the planetary surface.
For the moment, Vahliri remained silent as a crypt - watching as their ship began to exit Hyperspace above the planet.
For years, the Empire had effectively sat on their hands - squandering the leverage they held over the Banks. They were perhaps the most powerful tool at their disposal, and Vahliri had every intention of ensuring the loyalty of the Core Five by whatever means necessary. Whether it was against the Consortium or anyone else, the half-Annfyn knew that having Muunilinst in her corner was invaluable.
She stood within the lounge of her Starblossom-class yacht, hands neatly folded against the small of her back. She was adorned in her siganture black-and-red Sith robes, hood pulled up to obscure the upper hemisphere of her face from view - while a pair of lightsabers dangled freely at her belt. The half-Annfyn had deliberately opted to forgo fanfare or the use of Empire resources for the trip - intending to limit the spread of information and what exactly she was doing until it was done.
Her choice of companion was a curious one. Under normal circumstances, Vahliri wouldn’t have trusted an Acolyte to accompany her for such a meeting - but reports of Jeset’s success record were enough for the half-Annfyn to make an exception to the rule. She had faith he would prove useful in the negotiations and whatever else was to occur on the planetary surface.
For the moment, Vahliri remained silent as a crypt - watching as their ship began to exit Hyperspace above the planet.
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