The Eye of the Storm
It wasn't often that Jonyna visted the core these days. The Empire had fallen, but not by her hand. She lamented that, but now it was in control of the sith. She wasn't sure if that was better. What she did know, was that worlds like Veradune were in a precarious position. The Sith Covenant would take it sooner rather than later. Or the Diarchy, or the Black Sun, or the Imperials.
The days of the Alliance were gone.
The days of security, the days of peace, the days of hope.
And yet, Jonyna visited Veradune with a hope for the future. A deal to be struck. And an old friend to be met.
As the Reaper came down, Jonyna was ready to meet her own rival, and mentor. Even if she would never admit that last one.