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Dathomir
1245 local time
Most other humans--Sith or not--would feel deeply uncomfortable on such a planet. The blood-red skies, the typical darkness and the jagged and unwelcoming landscape would not evoke much pleasure from them, the land aggressively inhospitable for those used to lush green landscapes or even the sprawling and sky-high towers of steel and glass reminiscient of city-planets. The dark presence in the Force made the world itself reject outsiders, not to mention the natives, who, after centuries of being the subject of genocide, simply wanted to be left alone at all costs at this point.
Darth Andruil had done the unthinkable a few years ago, uniting the shattered fragments of the nightsister clans that had been left behind by Darth Sidious, and had exercised her power to finally bring back Dathomir's self-determination. Good for her, had been Cinere's reaction, having left the world for the first time only mere months before the action. When he had last seen his homeplanet, it had been littered with decentralized covens exercising their power here and there, minding their own business and defending themselves from strangers in fear of being wiped out again. But now, the nightsisters were once again a formidable force, one to be respected. He loved his planet, and even though it had not loved him at first, he could feel its tolerance toward him as he landed in a clearing of red soil, near the Queen's palace. It had been damaged in the battle with the Eternal, but her victory had ensured it would stand to see another day, and the building was in the process of being rebuilt in areas where pillars had fallen and its ceiling had caved in. He could still see blaster marks on the trees, places where the bark had been chipped off, and many of the buildings around the palace were, too, rebuilding.
He passed them, heading straight for the palace with his head held high and posture straight, exhuding the confidence that being home made him feel. The Dark side flowed freely around him, its grasp on the planet as strong as always, and it seemed that the life around was actually at peace for once.
As he approached the steps of the palace, passing a mountain of corpses likely soon to be burned, he slowed down, taking it in and allowing his presence to be felt. The Queen--and also Empress--would feel he was here from the moment he landed, so he simply stopped in front of the palace and waited, ensuring he wasn't intruding. This was his home, yes, but he still needed to respect that he was not native here, and he needed to heed to the authority.
As the Queen would approach him, he'd bow to one knee, raising slowly once it was deemed acceptable.
"My Queen," he greeted, acknowledging her authority. "And my Empress."
@Phoenix