Sah’ra sat patiently in the starport of Coruscant watching as the ebbing crowd made their way to and from the multitude of shuttles, both arriving and departing, as she waited for her dear brother to return with a rented speeder. It had been years since she had been to her homeworld but as it was with the metropolis world, little had changed. The terrorist attack against the Sector Ranger HQ had become all but a memory to the citizens of Coruscant and while it undoubtedly left it’s scars on both the people of the Republic and Free World Alliance, it would seem as though it was time to move on. Because of this, Sah’ra felt perfectly at ease coming home. Relatively unknown amongst the Sith, her face would not need to be hidden and she would not be dressed in her typical black robes but instead dressed as a civilian. Unarmed, unassuming, she would blend into the crowd spectacularly well.
What had brought her here, of course, was knowledge. In her seclusion on Teth, syphering through the ancient texts of her ancestor, she had found mention of an age-old autocracy that existed beyond the edges of known space. Isolationists, perfectly comfortable sitting back and watching the events of the greater galaxy unfold from their own worlds. She could not deny the gnawing curiosity that had consumed her since discovering the excerpt, and this was further provoked when she had learned that a member of the same species had not only been outcasted from the outsider collective but had been indoctrinated into the Sith Order. This was a stroke of luck that she simply could not allow to pass her by.
”Took you long enough,” Sah’ra hissed at her brother as she slipped into the passenger seat of the rented speeder upon his arrival, receiving only a grunt in return. Of course, she preferred it this way. He used to talk too damn much. Taking his tongue for the ritual, even if it was a failure, was a blessing in disguise it seemed.
It would not take long before the siblings arrived at the warehouse that was indicated to belong to her fellow Marauder. It was unassuming with little foot traffic, and ideally situated deep in the Industrial Sector. Realizing that her father's underground lab was only a short distance away, Sah'ra would dismiss the thoughts of paying him a visit. After all, he was likely to wrapped up with his work and the clone girl to even care of their return. No, as she gazed upon the warehouse she knew that this visit must be strictly business.
”Come along, brother. I may need you if this goes south,” Sah’ra commanded of her mute sibling as she stood from the speeder and made her way to the entrance. Waving her hand across the terminal, the tumblers of the locks would shift and soon the door would slide open, granting Tren and herself entrance.
”Anybody home?” she would call out, cautious with her first few steps inside though with Tren at her back and her own capabilities, there was little here that could prove to be a true threat, with her lightsaber or not.
What had brought her here, of course, was knowledge. In her seclusion on Teth, syphering through the ancient texts of her ancestor, she had found mention of an age-old autocracy that existed beyond the edges of known space. Isolationists, perfectly comfortable sitting back and watching the events of the greater galaxy unfold from their own worlds. She could not deny the gnawing curiosity that had consumed her since discovering the excerpt, and this was further provoked when she had learned that a member of the same species had not only been outcasted from the outsider collective but had been indoctrinated into the Sith Order. This was a stroke of luck that she simply could not allow to pass her by.
”Took you long enough,” Sah’ra hissed at her brother as she slipped into the passenger seat of the rented speeder upon his arrival, receiving only a grunt in return. Of course, she preferred it this way. He used to talk too damn much. Taking his tongue for the ritual, even if it was a failure, was a blessing in disguise it seemed.
It would not take long before the siblings arrived at the warehouse that was indicated to belong to her fellow Marauder. It was unassuming with little foot traffic, and ideally situated deep in the Industrial Sector. Realizing that her father's underground lab was only a short distance away, Sah'ra would dismiss the thoughts of paying him a visit. After all, he was likely to wrapped up with his work and the clone girl to even care of their return. No, as she gazed upon the warehouse she knew that this visit must be strictly business.
”Come along, brother. I may need you if this goes south,” Sah’ra commanded of her mute sibling as she stood from the speeder and made her way to the entrance. Waving her hand across the terminal, the tumblers of the locks would shift and soon the door would slide open, granting Tren and herself entrance.
”Anybody home?” she would call out, cautious with her first few steps inside though with Tren at her back and her own capabilities, there was little here that could prove to be a true threat, with her lightsaber or not.