Tsair'ra'Nuruodo
Kind old Chiss man
[SIZE=11pt]In the great wilds of the Galaxy, there laid the world of JanFathal stood distant and unimportant. One of the worlds that sat near the border of the Unknown Regions, one of the first worlds that would feel the violent caress of any horror that breached through the Unknown Regions.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]This world, insignificant as ever, had also been the sole trading partner of the Empire of the Hand. An equally small and insignificant dot that had become the newest ally of Carnifex’s Sith Empire and another piece to the new Chiss Ascendancy: the Hand had brought warships to the bloody battle at Csilla in exchange for assistance with JanFathal.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]But this was not an assistance with consequence, no the Hand had no interest in conquest. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Instead, they needed to explore and to learn: and they needed help. For JanFathal had gone utterly silent, no trade ships, no comms, the planet had gone dead. And the Hand had every reason to believe some horror had made much of the world dead already. To what? They had no clue, such was the art of dealing with the horrors of the Unknown Regions.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]A meeting place was set for the handful of governments, the fledgling new Chiss, the pitiful Hand, and the mighty juggernaut of the Sith Empire. An amusing combination to say the least, utterly lethal for whatever morons had decided taking JanFathal was a wise choice.[/SIZE]