Darth Phral
The trip from Confederate space was a long one and afforded Sabine time for reflection, though she had bid the Nightmother Vytal Noctura farewell she did not truly feel the chapter of her long history with the Confederates quite yet done. Yet while that may be true events were unfolding now that demanded her attention the heart of the Sith Empire had been struck multiple times and though their defenders had fought bravely they were losing, to have enemies strike at both Ziost and Korriban demanded her focus change. Though she was content to let the children fight over systems and butcher one another in the name of whomever they deemed wise, the insult now was too great to ignore.
As the transport entered the atmosphere of Dromund Kaas she had to chuckle a bit, nearly 4,500 years had past since she had trod upon this world to think that she may be called in short order to defend it. The mere thought of enemies of the empire standing on the surface of the planet caused her stomach to turn, and she slowly rose from her seat as the shuttle touched down she would disembark quietly there was no fuss, she did not comport herself like some Sith in her time that demanded to be pampered. She was simply a traveler a voice from an era long past that would lend her strength to the current Empire. The white haired woman moved silently down the ramp from the transport as she cast her eyes around, she almost expected an honor guard until she mentally rebuked herself This is not your Empire Sabine, that one is dead.
Blue eyes scanned the crowd for anybody of authority she could speak with, to the undiscerning she would seem young perhaps in her mid thirties however she carried herself with much more poise and with an aura of command that did not befit her age in the slightest which would hint that she was so very much more than she appeared. She quietly played with the ring on her left hand remembering the witches she had surprisingly come to find a home among.
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