Shadow Hand
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In orbit over Prakith in the Deep Core...
Entering into orbit over the surface of Prakith was a small but strong fleet of Wyrrlok-Class Star Destroyer surrounding an Immortal-Class Star Dreadnaught. The polished shining hulls glistening and their guns of war poised and ready for battle. It wouldn't appear from outside to be any activity with no fighters swarming out from any hangars, no weapons being discharged yet. But even then the task force from War Fleet Leviathan was a hot bed of activity. Quite suddenly a moderately sized fleet of ships descended from the bellies of the ships in perfect formation, heading down towards the surface.
The small flight of ships consisted of several attack fighters, a mass of transports and in the center of this flight was a dark shuttle surrounded by all the others, almost as if the other ships could act as willing shields in the event of an attack. It was aboard this shuttle where Darth Prazutis, Dark Councilor, Crown Prince of the Pacanth Reach, and Prime Designate of Clan Zambrano stood. He wore a set of elegant black and gold robes the hood pulled down, a rudis sat sheathed on his side and a gloved hand rested lightly on the pommel. The trip out to Prakith wasn't just a simple visit by all means, this was on behalf of Isley Verd. [member="Isley Verd"] formerly known as Darth Metus, the Alor of Clan Verd, Witch-King of the Witch Masters, and CEO of Arakyd Industries came to the One Sith to pledge his fealty to to their cause.
According to the files Sith Intelligence had on the renowned mandalorian he was a master in the ancient arts of Sith Magic, and Alchemy, among other techniques that made him famous. Learning at the feet of the infamous Rave Merrill, Isley became one of the greatest craftsman the galaxy has ever seen and now he was back with the One Sith. Isley reached out to the Dark Council and Darth Prazutis answered his request for audience. As a craftsman Isley needed a forge and a safe, and secluded place where he could continue his work without interruptions, and requested help in his endeavor. Prazutis immediately put his resources at work to discover the ideal place, and there were several that came to his attention. But among these only one was viable: The Keep of Darth Andeddu. The man who ruled as the Immortal God-King for centuries, his fortress a nexus of dark side energy due to many years of sorcery. It was perfect.
Prazutis walked over to Isley on the shuttle and pulled out a small disk with a dull blue circle in the center. He hit the button on the side and a large holographic representation of Andeddu's Keep, built into the side of the mountains appeared right over it. "The Keep of Darth Andeddu will suit your needs perfectly. After all these years the keep is still saturated in dark side energies. My scouts tell me from the outside its quiet, hardly any foot traffic in or out, the keep seems to be in a state of utter disrepair after all these years, but that can be fixed. My sources tell me the Cultists of Andeddu were annihilated many centuries ago, but rumors circulate that they survive."