Open Dromund Kaas Reclaiming Dromund Kaas

[Darth Malicia]

Dromund Kaas, an old imperial homeworld. It was another world tainted by the Dark Side, scattered with ancient Sith temples, tombs and ruins, both hidden and known throughout the jungle. Another planet the council member felt drawn to, like Moraband and Korriban. From what she understood, the people of the planet still respected the Sith of the old. Many still clung to imperial heritage. Likely moreso since the population had the chance to recover and expand from its last Sith ruler.

Despite being a Sith friendly planet, no Sith had come to claim it for the Order. Part of that made sense. The Order started off as a small, hidden cult. Even when it went public, it only began to rapidly expand around Sullust, until now. Malicia's men had informed her that the planet's current—Force Blind—Emperor was not the type to just give up his throne to her, so she'd need to dispose of him. She'd likely have to clean up some of the government heads too. Some may not want to give up any power, so their knees would need to be forcefully bent.

Thus she'd sent a message to Darth Stolas, a man who she believed could provide her with worthwhile aid during this planets reclamation. As was her style, the message did not order him to come to the planet. It simply requested his assistance and listed the basics of what he'd need to know if he choose to come. She did not wait for him to arrive before landing on the planet.

The hum of her ships engines faded, giving way to the sounds of the jungles wild life and the grey, thundering clouds above. Malicia pulled her Cadre-armors hood off her head when she stepped towards the ships exist. Wind howled against the hull, letting her know it wasn't worth fighting with it to try to keep her hood up. She existed from her ship into the small pop-up base of operations. Her culists stopped when they saw her, standing in attention as she passed them and looked towards the city in the distance. She had not sent word of her arrival to the Force Blind Emperor. As much as she'd enjoy feeding on any men thrown at her, she could take this planet with minimal casualties by going straight for the Emperor and working from there.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

A Kathol courier quickly made its way casually toward Malicia and her cult's impromptu camp, on approach to make a landing. Storm Squadron had joined him, although currently they were waiting on standby near the planet rather than annoncing themselves. Stolas had of course received the message sent his way, filtered through certain channels as usual, and although he'd been farther away at the time he'd at least been in in the galactic north. Luckily the ship he'd taken to using temporarily as a quick shuttle had a much faster hyperdrive than Malicia's hauler. Stolas did not like to be late.

The landing gear dropped and the young Lord neatly dropped the ship in an open area of the staging area. Dante handled the power down procedures while Stolas stood from the pilot's seat and moved to the ramp, stepping down in the armour he'd taken to wearing after taking the title of Darth. His lightsaber and paired knives adorned his belt, both pant legs folded and tucked into fine but practical black leather boots. Naturally he'd left the collared mantle behind, the wind on the storming planet making such a garment pointless.

He turned from the ramp, a pair of Deneb droids planting themselves on either side as guards, and looked around. Various cultists spared the new arrival with both curiosity and suspicion on account of Stolas having never been seen by them before. The new Darth was a relative unknown and most of his talents were relatively unknown, not helped by research into his work being discouraged by those he worked for. But at least he'd garnered a reputation for competence after Eiattu and Ajan Kloss, which was why he was here now on Dromund Kaas well outside his usual operating area.

Besides, it was the kind of planet he personally preferred, plenty of proper precipitation prompting plantlife to proliferate. It reminded him a little of home and he could think of more than a few uses for the constant storms. But thoughts for another time, perhaps.

Black boots took him toward Malicia, ignoring quite casually the other cultists. Stolas offered her a slight bend of the waist and short nod in greeting and stopped nearby to join her in looking at the city. The imperial architecture was still quite clear, if keeping to the old fashioned styles to a large degree. His opinion of the planet itself immediately increased, if not for those who ran the city at present.

Stolas' helmet turned slightly toward the silver-haired Darth, voice speaking with full inflection through the modulator.

"Through the front door, then?"

He sounded mildly amused if nothing else.

@Dread