Bastion, Sah’ra often wondered why it had not been pulled into the fold of Avillion since her own alignment with the Kingdom. The world had always proven itself loyal to the ideals of Empire’s past and she had every ounce of belief that if the governing officials were presented with the opportunity, they would align themselves to the Empire once more. Of course, things rarely went as planned.
The Sith did not come here under orders but rather her own ambitions. Bastion, with its militant government and access to raw materials to feed the Imperial war machine, would be a powerful asset to add to their arsenal and she wished to claim the honor of procuring it for herself. Of course, she did not come alone.
With her own Apprentice off somewhere on a separate assignment, Sah’ra had elected to bring along a different Acolyte to serve at her side and provide assistance should things somehow go awry. She selected her partner carefully, eventually deciding on a young man who went by the name Nergal. While she wondered just how much his family had despised the boy for giving him such a name, she quickly reminded herself that different sections of the galaxy had different customs.
”But why Nergal?”
Coming to the world on a single Yuso-class corvette with it’s weapons disabed for the time being, the craft began the long descent as Sah’ra observed from the bridge, the young Acolyte at her side.
”Acolyte,” she began. She refused to use his name. ”Let’s try and keep the sabers on our belts for this mission if we can. I’d prefer negotiations to go as smoothly as possible,” As she said the words, she began to wonder why she even carried one at all, let alone two. She could count on one hand the amount of times she’s actually drawn the weapon. ”Is this your first operation with the Sith?” she would ask as the landing struts touched down in the desert just beyond the capital city.
