Prophet of Bogan
The Maw Cluster was still far from His first choice of passageway into the Core Worlds, a sentiment that wasn't at all uncommon if He had to guess. It wasn't exactly the most hospitable region of space after all. Only a handful of hyperlanes darting between the few worlds that sat within the scarce pockets of safety could be used consistently and reliably yet such lanes were naturally fairly narrow and limited in scope. Less than ideal to be sure. At present though regardless of how any felt about it, it still served as the main corridor between Sith space and the Core until control over the outer Expansion Region had been solidified.
And where there was a vulnerability, even if it was admittedly a limited one, there was opportunity that could be exploited. At present the only real safe ports within the Maw Cluster were the planets that adorned it yet none of these were particularly ideal for large scale fleet basing or logistical supply hubs. Luckily for the Sith Order, Darth Strosius did have an alternative. A few carefully placed Anchor stations could ease the burden on the Maw's inhabitants and in the case of Gholondreine-β their desolate world was particularly desperate to secure additional docks for the Sith vessels making use of their understaffed and underdeveloped spaceport.
Unfortunately due to said spaceport's underdevelopment and lack of qualified help, the masked man found Himself still stuck within its confines even an hour after His meeting and deal with the planet's governor to supply the much needed stations had concluded. His shuttle was slowly coming up on the list of departures but far too gradually to soothe the annoyance that had rooted deep in Him at the inconvenience of it all. Which had naturally resulted in His current predicament, throwing the poor droid that was announcing the departures across the waiting room in a fit of anger and frustration that had the other denizens peacefully waiting their own turn scrambling away.
Mercy
And where there was a vulnerability, even if it was admittedly a limited one, there was opportunity that could be exploited. At present the only real safe ports within the Maw Cluster were the planets that adorned it yet none of these were particularly ideal for large scale fleet basing or logistical supply hubs. Luckily for the Sith Order, Darth Strosius did have an alternative. A few carefully placed Anchor stations could ease the burden on the Maw's inhabitants and in the case of Gholondreine-β their desolate world was particularly desperate to secure additional docks for the Sith vessels making use of their understaffed and underdeveloped spaceport.
Unfortunately due to said spaceport's underdevelopment and lack of qualified help, the masked man found Himself still stuck within its confines even an hour after His meeting and deal with the planet's governor to supply the much needed stations had concluded. His shuttle was slowly coming up on the list of departures but far too gradually to soothe the annoyance that had rooted deep in Him at the inconvenience of it all. Which had naturally resulted in His current predicament, throwing the poor droid that was announcing the departures across the waiting room in a fit of anger and frustration that had the other denizens peacefully waiting their own turn scrambling away.
Mercy