Artorigas had a complicated relationship with Exegol, the planet was what had put him on the map. It had given him the prestige and power to quickly rise through the ranks of the Sith. It was a treasure trove of Dark Side relics, knowledge and power, it housed thousands of shipyards and was able to support much of the Imperial War Effort on its own. But the planet itself, its cold black desert, hostile fauna and flora, the dust, hard walls, aggressive lines was everything that the Sith Noble was not. Brought up in a life of luxury upon Serenno, expanded by his power within the Sith, he had no need to leave in such conditions, to those in his inner circle part of his reason of setting up the Kingdom's outward facing capital at Namadii was to allow the Sith Lord some measure of luxury whilst in the far Western reaches of the galaxy.
So here he sat in the cold depths of The Citadel upon Exegol, the floor even this deep covered in a thin layer of dust, odd blueish white lighting emanating from the walls to illuminate all around its occupants. Around him was the remnants of what once the centre of Darth Sidious' cloning experiments, once hundreds of failed attempts occupied the now broken down and rusted tubes around him. The ancestors of the planets mutated occupants roamed the halls flicking switches, turning nobs, playing with dials trying to please there Dark Master.
Before him was the main computer the drive was difficult to navigate half the ancient system destroyed by the Battle over a hundred years ago, Artorigas had to use a combination of manual controls and Technometry to work through the system. The writing was in half Ur-Kittat as well making it slow progress as he slowly translated the old Sith tongue.
He was looking through the computer today due to his expected guest, the newly crowned Empress of the Sith Darth Andruil.
@Phoenix
