ᴅᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴀᴛʜᴇᴍᴏᴜꜱ
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Darth Callidus
When Darth Anathemous stopped at the bottom of the ramp, she paused. The witchblade had not seen so many trees and chaotic flora in one place for so long, she almost wondered if she'd simply forgotten what a jungle looked like. So much had changed since she climbed the sith ladder, even visibly so. Her broad shoulders bore the weight of wide pauldrons of heavy steel, and her tall figure had since been sculpted by muscle both organic and inorganic, such that she would not blame
Darth Callidus
if she no longer recognized the young sith with whom she'd dealt above Karfeddion some time ago.Even her guards had changed, proud echnosians clad in black armor and heavy rebreathers, decorated only by temperature cloaks and iconography of the order.
Though she and her men were shaped by the crucible now, Anathemous had not lot her sense for politics, in fact this too had been honed since that day. She was here to question Callidus of their old alliance, or perhaps even forge it anew. The loss of Karfeddion's participation in their pact stung bitterly, less because of the governor himself, and more for the lack of ships available to her agenda. Though she had made a few powerful allies since, so too had she made enemies.
And so the young Darth removed her new helm, and marched forward to treat with Callidus.
She'd always found her to be the more agreeable of the two ascendants.
