Open to members of the Sith Order / Loyal Sith Officers
Lieutenant Zeseth, Sith Fleet Command, Sith Loyalists
Raider III-class Corvette, Silent Observer
Orbit within the Korriban Sector
The viewport was painted in pure black and a sprinkling of distant star systems dotted about the backdrop. Within the distance sat a large red and brown object that slowly grew into size. Korriban, the ancestral home of the Sith and the group of leaders that he had sworn order to at the start of his career. An oath that Zeseth had never forsaken, unlike so many others. The Chiss shifted his chin upwards as he gripped along the railing that overlooked the bridge of his command, the thought of disloyalty deeply disturbed him.
"Lieutenant," a fresh faced ensign stepped up towards the commanding officer and offered a subtle bow. She was fresh faced, with soft round cheeks and subtle blue eyes. Zeseth believed they had to have only been a week or two out of the academy before the expulsion of the Sith by the usurpers, and yet here she remained naïve, but determined. An admirable trait, if only to be used to further more goals, the chiss thought to himself.
"The holo-signal has been established per the new protocols. Imperial signet codes will be picked up instantly," the young woman paused to look out as the planet of the Sith homeworld had come into full view. Her jaw shifted and the chiss noticed a soft breath escape from her lips.
"Breathtaking, is it not?" The Chiss Lieutenant flashed a coy grin upon his pale blue lips. "Put the ship in orbit of the gravitational pull, do not enter atmosphere. Await a request for holo-transmission or a request to board. It is time we make what is known of the true Sith Loyalists." Zeseth dipped his head towards the woman and walked towards the bridge door.
"Long live the Sith," the Ensign stated in almost a cult like fashion. The four words brought a smile to the commanding officer's lips.