Diarch Rellik
Lord of the Diarchy
LOCATION: Paradisum – The Aureate District, Central Gardens
Inventory - Conviction - Blooded Seer Cloak - Spear
Paradisum was a world that allowed the Sith but there was one here that would not be tolerated much longer.
A crown jewel of the Diarchy's pleasure worlds, Paradisum shimmered in the midday glow. Gilded spires rose behind beautiful pavilions, their mirrored glass catching the sunlight in a thousand warm hues. Perfumed wind curled through lush public parks. Everything smelled of wine, flowers, and money. And strolling through the park was Diarch Rellik. He was looking for a Sith. Presumably simply enjoying the planets many benefits. Yet those benefits were coming to an end. The Diarchy had declared all Sith who are not authorized or members of their faction to be hunted down.
He walked alone, no RDB-Sentinel droids or Diarchy Preservers. Just a long black cloak kissed by wind, the curved hilt of Conviction at his hip, and the Spear of the Star-Fallen King slung across his back. This was his world, his mandate and he walked with inevitability.
The locals had whispered. The Network listened. A Sith who was not a local had been moving around. Scherezade deWinter was the name given on the dossier but he did not know her. It did not matter at this time. She had no clearance to be in Diarchy space.
He passed a colonnade of gilded statuary, eyes flicking over every couple, every performer, every ripple of Force presence.
"Show yourself, witch." The words merely murmured to himself under tense breath. He did not want some catastrophic event on the serene world but he was ready for a battle.
Then he stopped beneath the largest tree in the center of the park and looked around.
Scherezade deWinter
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