Claw of the Sith
The storm was brewing.
Kharnaz was not the most politically attuned but even he knew something monumental was brewing. The Sith fleets and armies were in motion, marching towards the Sith state on the other side of the galaxy. The rumors spoke of an invasion, a reformed Empire challenging the rule of the Sith. Kharnaz cared not. This was not his fight. And if the fighting got rid of a few of his rivals, so be it.
No what Kharnaz saw was an opportunity. It seemed that the conflict would be right near some of the most ancient Sith worlds, namely Krayiss II and Korribaan. Kharnaz had been meaning to go back to see Darth Morta for a while now. The promise of secret power was too much to resist, and anything he could use to get an advantage over his fellow apprentices, and perhaps someday master, would be invaluable. He used the invasion as cover, hitching a ride in one of the troop transports. He left in a shuttlecraft just before they entered the warzone, and travelled to the Sith Lord's planet.
Kharnaz piloted his stolen shuttlecraft into an orbit around the planet, and waited. Soon enough his communications pinged.
"This is Krayiss City traffic control. State your clearance codes and business."
Kharnaz snarled.
"Tell Darth Morta Kharnaz has arrived."
Darth Morta