It had been so long since Sah’ra made the trip through wild space into Ascendency territory but the need was too great now. With dwindling resources and allies of the Sith, every effort needed to be made to secure what they could. Whether or not the expedition would prove fruitful, however, remained unknown. While it was Sah’ra herself who had secured the original pact, it had been left largely forgotten and dormant. It was difficult to say whether or not the current ruling Council would honor the pledge but to leave a stone unturned was a risk she was not willing to take.
Her reputation within the Chiss people would be enough to grant her a meeting with the Ruling Council but the rest would be up to current efforts. Dressed in more functional Sith attire, she would take long, graceful strides into the center of the audience chamber, each member of the aristocratic class looking upon her from the seats of their half-circle table. All of them were foreign to her, save one. Huri’soket’cin, the Chiss Admiral she had aided so long ago with the recovery of his kidnapped daughter. The daughter who was kidnapped by a rival family, of which was put down by the Imperial forces she had procured from the late Darth Caelestis and presenting the Chiss Admiral a seat he still yet occupied. Offering the man a soft smile and bow of her head before addressing the council as a whole, Sah’ra would speak clearly.
”Thank you for receiving me, my Lords. To be accepted within your territory as a friend is a privilege that I do not take lightly,” Sah’ra would say, looking to each face in turn as glowing reds would look back upon her own blues. ”It has been some time since I’ve addressed the Ruling Council, an action I have never wanted to take heedlessly. Unfortunately, the political situation in our own space has taken a turn and the Sith find themselves in need of your aide,”
