Private Between Trust and Treachery

[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Woostri
Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr
Equipment: Lightsaber | Sith Armour
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Rain lashed down against Fortress Nocturnis.

The air surrounding the Governor's Fortress felt thick. It was like ice, a cold breeze both nameless and weightless clung to the air and began to seep into every bone. Darkness radiated through the Force like a poison, powerful and unavoidable. The chill of control settled over Woostri like fog and it was everywhere. Once a haven of pristine logic and perfect data, the planet still gleamed with automated grace. The towers still shone. The skies remained clear. But something had shifted.

Darth Latens had spent a lot of time ensuring Woostri fell into place, quietly moving pieces like he was playing chess. Every move had been deliberate, every choice intentional. Once aligned to the Galactic Republic, Woostri was now his. It wasn't terror that gripped Woostri. It was obedience, absolute control.

The Sith Knight sat atop his throne, a masterpiece of dark craftsmanship. It was forged from the melted remains of weapons left behind after the Battle of Woostri. It's jagged, angular frame loomed like a monument to conques. Every edge was a warning. Dark, swirling veins of energy pulsed through the warped metal, a constant reminder of the dark side's presence. The design shifted subtly in the shadows, as if the throne itself was alive, a living embodiment of danger and dominion.

A guest had been invited to the water world, someone whom Darth Latens hadn't lain eyes on for an immeasurable span of time. The conversation to come promised to be tense, especially considering what had occured since their last meeting. There was going to be a lack of trust and a lot of explaining to do.