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It was reported that Darth Tempest was furious.
Despite proving unsuccessful, the assault on Mustafar had been entirely too close for comfort - striking at the Sith Order where they were supposed to be their strongest. It highlighted the glaring flaws within their own sense of security, and it hinted at the presence of a turncoat within their very midsts. While the identity of the perpetrators remained a mystery, the Dark Lord had almost immediately begun the work to strike back.
Experts within the Inquisitorius had been able to decipher the origins of the Starfighters that hailed fire onto Fortress Vader - using recent jump locations and coordinates from the Nav-Computers to pinpoint an origin. Two distinct locations appeared more than any other within the logs, and it was there that the Dark Lord would send the disciples of her Order. Channels were established and the call was issued, beckoning any available Sith beneath her banner to arrive at one location or the other.
An ancient world of the Sith, Prakith would be the destination for at least some of the followers of Tempest. The charred landscape stretched out in every direction from the landing zone, a dull gray that was illuminated only by the free lava-flows visible on the horizon. Ash and igneous rock formations blanketed any semblance of verdant life, hinting at the desecration that their forebears had brought unto the Deep Core world. For those attuned to the Force, the Darkness that hung over the planet was impossible to ignore. It was a sense of dread that would rise up within each of them, silently gnawing at the back of their minds as a constant reminder of its presence. Something dwelt on Prakith that dwarfed each and every one of them in power, and did little to hint at the identity of those they were looking for.
Perhaps their only sense of direction was the wide, cave entrance that appeared only a few meters from their landing zone - opening into the volcanic earth and yawning ominously to the Sith that had arrived.
Rather than the Dark Lord herself, the expedition was overseen by a Sith Pureblood - adorned in the traditional attire and tattoos of his culture. Master Ikharas was known amongst their Order for his successes as an alchemist and practitioner of the Dark Side, and had been selected specifically for the arcane nature of their mission on Prakith. He stood with both hands knitted against the small of his back - blackened eyes cast across the volcanic plains ahead. The Darkness pulsed strongly from the cave, fickering with the presence of intelligence life that wormed beneath the surface. The Master would wait for the bulk of their forces to arrive before he addressed any of them, opting to maintain his silence for the time being.
Despite proving unsuccessful, the assault on Mustafar had been entirely too close for comfort - striking at the Sith Order where they were supposed to be their strongest. It highlighted the glaring flaws within their own sense of security, and it hinted at the presence of a turncoat within their very midsts. While the identity of the perpetrators remained a mystery, the Dark Lord had almost immediately begun the work to strike back.
Experts within the Inquisitorius had been able to decipher the origins of the Starfighters that hailed fire onto Fortress Vader - using recent jump locations and coordinates from the Nav-Computers to pinpoint an origin. Two distinct locations appeared more than any other within the logs, and it was there that the Dark Lord would send the disciples of her Order. Channels were established and the call was issued, beckoning any available Sith beneath her banner to arrive at one location or the other.
An ancient world of the Sith, Prakith would be the destination for at least some of the followers of Tempest. The charred landscape stretched out in every direction from the landing zone, a dull gray that was illuminated only by the free lava-flows visible on the horizon. Ash and igneous rock formations blanketed any semblance of verdant life, hinting at the desecration that their forebears had brought unto the Deep Core world. For those attuned to the Force, the Darkness that hung over the planet was impossible to ignore. It was a sense of dread that would rise up within each of them, silently gnawing at the back of their minds as a constant reminder of its presence. Something dwelt on Prakith that dwarfed each and every one of them in power, and did little to hint at the identity of those they were looking for.
Perhaps their only sense of direction was the wide, cave entrance that appeared only a few meters from their landing zone - opening into the volcanic earth and yawning ominously to the Sith that had arrived.
Rather than the Dark Lord herself, the expedition was overseen by a Sith Pureblood - adorned in the traditional attire and tattoos of his culture. Master Ikharas was known amongst their Order for his successes as an alchemist and practitioner of the Dark Side, and had been selected specifically for the arcane nature of their mission on Prakith. He stood with both hands knitted against the small of his back - blackened eyes cast across the volcanic plains ahead. The Darkness pulsed strongly from the cave, fickering with the presence of intelligence life that wormed beneath the surface. The Master would wait for the bulk of their forces to arrive before he addressed any of them, opting to maintain his silence for the time being.
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There will be a follow-up to these threads at their conclusion.
48hr deadline applies.
Death disabled.
Have fun :)