Private A Monument to All Sins

[Darth Nefaron]

He had damned countless souls.

Pain and fear danced.

From the bowels of Anoat, the death of hope would be unleashed.

Nefaron could not help but smile.

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Still, the Corpse Lord could not perform such a monumental task alone. Over his time in Sith space, he had encountered many beings who were of great use and others who were but dead weight.

A'Mia Madrona was one of those lucky few to stand out to the Dark Lord.​

But inviting her to Anoat was a radical step. She served the Lord of Korriban, a future rival in the quest for galactic domination. Yet there was no one else who could wield the force as she could, no one who could aid the Dark Lord in the production of something so foul, so utterly opposed to pathetic morality. So he took a leap of faith, contacting her through business channels. Naturally, the request was routed through several shell companies and intermediaries to hide the request from any unwelcome eyes. Anoat was to remain an overlooked system, one far removed from the goings on of the galaxy, and he wouldn't have that illusion shattered by something so simple as an intercepted holotransmission.

From orbit, Anoat appeared as it was described in most official accounts.

A world shrouded in darkness and endless toxic storms.

Dead. ​

But once one pushed through the atmosphere and the layer of clouds, they would see the vast domain of the Corpse Lord. Great pillars of black smoke poured from vast holes carved into the surface, the product of vast forges and machinery that prepared the forces of the Terror Lord for the final war. Looming over the vast plains was the fortress of Nefaron, a bastion of evil that leeched what little life remained on Anoat for the sake of its foul master. It was to this fortress that A'Mia had been so graciously invited,

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But this was only the first stop. Nefaron would have needed the unique Sith Apprentice deep beneath the surface.

For something stirred in the darkness. ​

And so Nefaron waited in the hangar, cloaked in black, for his companions' transport to arrive. He could hardly hide his dark glee.

TAGS: Madrona A’Mia ​

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Outer Rim
Anoat
Objective: Spore Industries Commission​

As was her general nature, A'Mia calmly spent the time en route to her business meeting with Darth Nefaron engaged in reading up on recent events, checking correspondence coming in regarding Kor'ethyr, Brosi, and her new bio-medical company, all while making mental preparations to put her best frond forward at her imminent meeting. Mild curiosity animated her upon approaching atmosphere, keen eyes gazing down to observe the malicious swirl of toxic storm systems.

She'd chosen a simple, rather nondescript transport shuttle— which provided her ample room to bring some samples with her but also kept her other ties removed from this meeting, which was after all, strictly business. Much like her practical choice of ship, her garb was simple and functional: a deep purple robe with no major embellishment. Notably, she did not wear armor and seemed to wield only a sleek datapad as she glided down the ramp to wear her host greeted her in the hangar.

Inclining her head in a small, elegant gesture, the neti wasted no time. She was polite to most by default but wasn't one to mince words.

"Greetings, Lord Nefaron. To what do I owe the pleasure of this summons?"