Ultimatum
Duranium Lord

Mustafar, a planet consumed in the destructive power of fire and lava. In a poetic sense, a planet in a constant state of rebirth. After all, that is what lava is, new life. Or, at least, that is what it is supposed to be. On most planets lava will cool and eventually become the basis of a new portion of life. Here instead, lava remained hot, molten, and always burning away what life there was. Yet, even in this destructive whirlwind of force, there was a thriving community of organic life. How this had come about, not many actually knew. The planet was valuable even in its dangerous state. The metals and crystals hidden in plain sight were so numerous that there was little fear of it running out.Yet that is what Ultimatum was worried about. Through events, not a few of which had been preplanned, he had gained control of the planet. His current seat of power was the Progenitor Facility, though most people assumed it was the government building in the largest city on the planet. The facility was his sanctum, hidden beyond most people's gaze. It had never housed an organic, the only actual visitor had been a Shard. He had worked hard to set up a governmental system that would hold under stress of the conflicting species.
Now, he wasn't at the facility right now. He was outside the spaceport, avoiding attention in his vehicle. He had gotten set up a meeting with a Sith, a first in his memory. He looked forward to meeting, he would have a real reason to expand work on the planet and begin to help one of the larger galactic factions.
[member="Animus Malgus"]