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A small ship hung high above Mygeeto, threading it's way through the traffic of the system and heading towards the surface of the planet. The three men within had been quiet until now. Partly, Augustus expected, because he had kept their destination from them. He imagined that there would have been much more discussion, heated and angry, had they known what he intended. Had they known the risks that he was taking, for all of them.
The small ship touched down largely without incident, being a civilian ship, upon the Imperial world. Augustus remained as he had been, grey and crimson robes, worn, faded and torn with age and hard wear. He stepped off of the ship; his long term goal and plan was clear to him, but the fine details, his immediate actions, were as yet unknown to him.
Augustus knew what he had to do. He had to draw in a Sith.
He waited a moment for Beric and Nero to join him. He would want them at his side in the coming hours.
((OOC: Open to Sith, others ask. AND OOC HERE))
The small ship touched down largely without incident, being a civilian ship, upon the Imperial world. Augustus remained as he had been, grey and crimson robes, worn, faded and torn with age and hard wear. He stepped off of the ship; his long term goal and plan was clear to him, but the fine details, his immediate actions, were as yet unknown to him.
Augustus knew what he had to do. He had to draw in a Sith.
He waited a moment for Beric and Nero to join him. He would want them at his side in the coming hours.
((OOC: Open to Sith, others ask. AND OOC HERE))
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