Heat warped the air all around. The licks rushed underneath Malicia's ship as it touched down between two others. As the ships engines died, the ramp was lowered and Malicia stepped out. She noticed right away that planet had the same connection to the Dark Side as Moroband, it was just not as steeply bathed. The veil between the living and the dead felt so thin on Moroband, it gave the world a completely different layer and sense.
Most importantly, Korriban needed to be treated differently than Moroband. Korriban still had a population. That was why Malicia was pleased when she was contacted by Darth Raze. She suspected he'd be uniquely suited to helping here.
The two hadn't seen one another in quite some time. Malicia wasn't exactly the same person as before. She understood her hunger now, and she had meddled with a Sith spirit and it'd changed her forever.
Reflection made her mildly curious about Raze's fate. What had he been up to all this time? Though as she existed her ship and stopped in front of some of her men, she suddenly realized she still had her rose in her pocket. Preserved in a vial, she took it most places with her. That was not something she wanted him to know about and a somewhat uncomfortable feeling settled in her mind, but she pushed it away.
It was so hot that even she could feel a small amount of warmth against her sickly pale skin. Still, she had her Cadre armor on. Many of her cultists had opted to take off their robes, however, and work only in their armour. Her cultists were setting up a small pop up station to coordinate at.
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