Malidris, Iridonia
Change, it seemed, did not suit many a Sith. Reports had reached her of a group trying to sell artifacts, texts, even their own lightsabers, to gain credits and set up a new life for themselves in some distant part of the Galaxy. If they had opted to simply vanish, to sneak away to some dark corner to live out the rest of their pathetic lives in isolation, well then she would not have cared one bit. But they were trying to pawn off that which did not belong to them, and in doing so putting other Sith in danger. And that she could not allow to go unpunished.
Fortunately for her, it was no surprise that the ones who were stupid enough to come up with such a plan weren't smart enough to cover their tracks. Finding them had not been a problem. Unfortunately, her own investigation into the matter had brought her to the conclusion that dealing with the lot of them on her own would not be possible. Incompetent though they might be, they were still Sith, or had once been Sith, and she wasn't dumb enough to try and take four on on her own. So she had let word reach the Dark Lord's ear, and she had been put in touch with someone who could help out, in more than one way. Someone hailing from the Kingdom of Avillion, someone familiar with the heirlooms of Avillion that these former Sith were trying to sell.
As the monorail floated into the station she as supposed to meet her contact at, she got to her feet and followed the few passengers out the onto the platform. So late at night transport into the industrial center was sparse, most of the traffic headed the other way, towards the residential sectors. She was dressed as any another pilot, just a night shift employee on her way to work, and the blaster holstered at her side was just a precaution to keep thugs and would be assailants at bay. These weren't safe streets after all, though the blaster really was mostly for show. Not that she could say the same for the pair of kyuzo petars tucked into her jacket. But the theatrics of the blaster did the job, and no one tried to stop her as she exited the station, land pulled out her comms to send a simple message.
"I'm here."