Altair was taking his work seriously since he got his promotion. The southern Sith territories had been ignored, several planets under the jurisdiction of a Sith Master known to be ruthless. Rumor had it that he was from the same ‘program’ as Raze. The tiefling wasn’t too concerned about that specifically- he was focused on gaining potential allies for his cause.
He was only on the planet for an hour and already he was sick to his stomach. He didn’t know this Master Asminys, but the civilians were more akin to slaves. The Sith Master had taken control as an absolute tyrant, the population forced to yield to him.
The tiefling had arrived with a military force. They waited back while he made his way towards the spire where Asminys ruled. Altair kept his opinions to himself, adorned in his usual armor. He took his helmet off and held it under his arm as he was led by guards towards the throne room.
Altair knew little about what to expect other than the fact that Asminys ran in the same circles as Raze, Empress Renfry and Darth Malicia. That alone sparked fear in him, but he wouldn’t let that govern the discussions today.
@Arcangel