L O S T
Judgement made its way through Sith Space, the capital ship in Kyros' command holding a crew made up of her Bladeborn, the hangar filled with smaller transport ships and of course her own Vhailor.... Kyros wandered across the bridge, the entire crew of the ship completely, almost zealously, loyal to her. As the dusty moon came into view past the transparisteel window she called everyone to attention. "It's time to begin; work has been halted on the surface but this location is run by droids; things will be done swiftly and efficiently." Kyros had had enough with people pillaging the ore of Sector II, it was time to stockpile it and save it from wasting away on the back of some pirate or unworthy little sith.
Gesturing the crew on to their various locations in preparation for the descent Kyros herself ventured toward her two most loyal students. @[member='Thyrian Ashborn'] and @[member='Arthos Vynea']. "Let us go" she said, motioning them on toward the Vhailor. The command ship would be held by her Bladeborn Commander and a small legion of his men, not that she was worried about attack... No, this was her land, her territory. Kyros was not to be double crossed.
Gesturing the crew on to their various locations in preparation for the descent Kyros herself ventured toward her two most loyal students. @[member='Thyrian Ashborn'] and @[member='Arthos Vynea']. "Let us go" she said, motioning them on toward the Vhailor. The command ship would be held by her Bladeborn Commander and a small legion of his men, not that she was worried about attack... No, this was her land, her territory. Kyros was not to be double crossed.