Telos had once been home to one of the Sith Academies of the now deceased Empire. Granted it was viewed as the least prestigious, were only the gritty and lucky graduated and became anything more than a pencil pusher or cannon fodder for the Imperial war machine. That lack of prestige and pride however was what Malerion was counting on, his plan was in the final stages of deployment, so the Sith only had his recent proactive record and his charming voice to persuade those still around to join him in the revival of their order. If he went to Korriban, Dromund Kast, Ziost or Serenno now he would be laughed out if not killed.
Even though the Empire had recently collapsed, fear was still running rampant around the lower echelons of the Sith Order and many still feared the retribution of the Imperial scum should they come back and unleash hellfire from the sky. Malerion hoped to harness some of that fear to band these dredges together.
The Sith was in his full war gear, gleaming black and red armour, lightsaber on one hip, Sith Warblade on the other and his seax at his back. The partial open face of his helmet showed his sickly yellow eyes, a byproduct of his descent into Dark Side. The Gunship, currently the strongest ship he owned, landed near the site of the old Academy, lights seemed to be on but hardly was in sight.
Malerion turned to face the other Sith which had joined him, a red-skinned Zabrak named Drexus. He hadn’t heard much about the man, but that wasn’t surprising most people didn’t know much about him either. As the cargo bay opened, a dozen battle droids moved out around the shuttle securing the landing area as the pair waited inside, the four gunner turrets rotating, eyes scanning for any Imperial holdouts.
“Do you know anyone from the Telos academy? Would be handy if we had a friendly face to start.” He asked, Malerion himself was trained in the far West on Namadii and Adumar so knew no one from the Eastern Academies.
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