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Thule was a planet akin to few others in the Galaxy.
In days of ancient past, it had been a Fortress-world of the Sith - a radiant beacon of martial strength and authority, standing in undying service to their Drast monarchs. Every cornerstone of civilization was testament to the Empire of old - entire mountainsides and valleys carved away by slaves and giving rise to the Temple-Cities, Mausoleums and Academies that dominated its marred, blackened surface. It’s capital of Hurom crowned with pyramids and temples that stretched hundreds of meters into the sky - was a cradle of martial tutelage - boasting of its rigorous institutes and elite legions in service to the Sith.
Such is what Thule had been for millenia. Such was the legacy that the planet attempted to embody to the present day.
Where others had attempted to forget their ancient histories, Thule wore the legacy of the Sith proudly - keeping to the principles first established during the days of Andraste. It was her principles that governed every aspect of Thuleian society and molded their civilization, even as the dynasty of Drast faded from power. Without the direction of the Empire, warlords had battled across the surface of Thule until a single rose victorious - proclaiming himself King and beginning a dynasty that had stretched for countless generations. Their proud Temple-Cities had fallen not to ruin. The legions of Thule continued to service their King as successor to the Imperial Monarchs of old. By sheer force of will, Thule had endured the ages and carved out an existence for themselves within the Galaxy.
In the present day, Thule had existed within its corner of the Galaxy - maintaining a policy of staunch, xenophobic isolationism. The Empire had come again, and it would seem that the current monarch, a woman seated within the Thuleian Throne for less than a decade, was none-too-keen to relinquish the authority and power her dynasty had commanded for generations. Neutrality had been their shield and not a single envoy from the Empire had been accepted into the atmosphere. The resources and strength of the planet had, to this point, eluded them.
Vahliri intended to change that. She had chosen Thule as her target for a variety of reasons - and the Sith Champion most certainly commanded the forces necessary to accomplish her task, assuming that the initial steps of her plan went off without a hitch. The planet was well-fortified and defended by fanatical loyalists, and to merely descend in full force would be a bloodbath neither side could easily stomach.
Fortunately, that is where Vahliri and Kanaloa came in. Though she had only met the Wrean Acolyte briefly during the festival on Kinyen, the half-Annfyn was pleased with having another to help see matters through. The pair had only a brief bit of introduction before boarding the Upsilom III class shuttle and promptly punching into Hyperspace. She didn’t dare risk the integrity of her own ship - least of all given what she had planned.
Much to the half-Annfyn’s own pleasure, the voyage wasn’t a long one - only required to make the short jump from Serenno. Standing within the lounge of the shuttle, Vahliri loomed over a holo-table - amber gazes lingering on a holographic projection of Hurom spread across the surface. She hadn’t quite changed into her Sith attire - still dressed in an
off-the-shoulder black blouse, jeans and thigh-high boots. Her black hair was tied up into a messy bun, while the air around her was scented lightly with notes of jasmine and citrus.
“Enjoying the voyage so far?” She asked across to Kane - flashing him a smirk. Their journey was approaching its last leg - but they had at least a bit of downtime before arrival.
@Mr. Teatime
“Enjoying the voyage so far?” She asked across to Kane - flashing him a smirk. Their journey was approaching its last leg - but they had at least a bit of downtime before arrival.
@Mr. Teatime