Etti IV, a planet bustling with opportunity and intrigue, was a den of technology and power. Beneath the obsidian hood of introspection, Sith Champion Zorya, her countenance as inscrutable as a holochess board, pondered the crux of her mission: acquisition of TC-SC Infiltration Droids. These automated marauders would be invaluable additions to her burgeoning power base. Unseen, Thel Xeros, her trusted accomplice, loomed in her thoughts; their combined strategy had previously seized the lucrative spice trade of Troiken.
A cloak of deceit shrouded Zorya's intentions as she forged an appointment with Cybot Galactica. As a private military contractor, her identity would remain submerged in an ocean of anonymity. She understood well the trepidation with which corporate entities often viewed Sith. Yet, the obscure dance of power was one she had rehearsed time and again, every note perfect, every step measured.
"Blimey, ain't I a sight to behold?" O'bog chirped in his inimitable brogue, hovering like a drunken bumblebee, "Ne'er seen meself this fancy 'fore, eh Zorya?"
Silence was Zorya's response, her unyielding gaze affixed to the horizon. She exhaled softly, the cool air mingling with the aroma of the alien flora around them. Her senses were alert, her body taut with anticipation. The slightest hint of a smile played upon her lips.
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