Many would prove too near-sighted to foresee a need for the Sith to engage in talks of trade when so much of their recent past had been built on the concept of burning down those who stood in their way and claiming what was once their enemy’s for themselves. Yet war has always been a nuanced beast and in certain instances it would be best to not lay waste to what it was they wished to welcome into their fold of power. Ruins of a once bustling infrastructure were just that; ruins, and unless one was a historian, ruins were of little use. As such, the three pronged invasion along the Rimma Trade Route needed not only Sith warriors fluent in battle but as well a pair who saw the benefits in waging war with words so as to save what they sought to conquer.
Sah’ra immediately volunteered her services to travel to Sluis Van in hopes of establishing a deal with a man known as Kenjac Wildel alongside one of her fellow Sith, Jaikus Altaris, that would benefit not only the Southern Kingdom of their territory but indeed the Order as a whole. Together, they hoped to sway the mind of Wildel and prove to him that it was not only in Sluis Van’s greatest interest to sign a trade treaty but one that could vastly increase his own returns. After all, war was a most profitable venture… Especially if your business was feeding the machine that would wage it across the galaxy.
The orbiting shipyards obscured the planet below, many skeletal forms of ships-to-be remaining docked and worked upon by the thousands of employees, and each of them lay under Sah’ra’s watchful eye as she stood along one of the corridors of the massive construct. Here she waited with Jaikus for the arrival of their man of interest, undoubtedly busying himself with the daily agenda that kept such a facility running. Here she stood, covered in what was one of her favorite dresses, dangling golden earrings falling from each of her lobes as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the recycled air. Their meeting was drawing near.
Sah’ra immediately volunteered her services to travel to Sluis Van in hopes of establishing a deal with a man known as Kenjac Wildel alongside one of her fellow Sith, Jaikus Altaris, that would benefit not only the Southern Kingdom of their territory but indeed the Order as a whole. Together, they hoped to sway the mind of Wildel and prove to him that it was not only in Sluis Van’s greatest interest to sign a trade treaty but one that could vastly increase his own returns. After all, war was a most profitable venture… Especially if your business was feeding the machine that would wage it across the galaxy.
The orbiting shipyards obscured the planet below, many skeletal forms of ships-to-be remaining docked and worked upon by the thousands of employees, and each of them lay under Sah’ra’s watchful eye as she stood along one of the corridors of the massive construct. Here she waited with Jaikus for the arrival of their man of interest, undoubtedly busying himself with the daily agenda that kept such a facility running. Here she stood, covered in what was one of her favorite dresses, dangling golden earrings falling from each of her lobes as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the recycled air. Their meeting was drawing near.
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