Taeli Raaf
Bookworm
Sometimes one needed quiet to gain a measure of perspective
That idea was why she had requested her fellow Dark Councilor to meet her here, and not within the academy she controlled on the planet or the new capital city that had replaced New Adasta. Her hope was that a solemn location such as this, a place that demanded a certain respectfulness, would be a setting for a much-needed conversation in her opinion. New Adasta still lay in ruins, a reminder of the struggles unleashed against by the enemies of the Sith when they attacked this world. The Alliance, the Imperials, the Ashlan Crusade, all of them had broken themselves against the former Gateway to the Empire during the Tenth Sith Empire. They couldn't take the Witch's world until the Empire fully collapsed, but it was during those battles at the end of the war, New Adasta and the plains around it had been subjected to intense orbital bombardments, rendering the plains into a field of green and blue glass shards from where the energy of the turbolasers and the ground had melted.
So many had died in those battles, in those strikes, at the hands of the sorcery she unleashed to force their enemies away or risk being turned into servants of the dark side. That heaviness remained, and even once she and Kaine had reclaimed the world from the Ashlans, she had decreed the ruins to remain and the field untouched for Sith to wander in contemplation among the dead and darkness. The Glass Fields of Adasta were now a monument to what had occurred on this world.
A speeder idled nearby, two chairs and a small table set next to them, one occupied by her and the other open to Malum should he accept. There would be no grandiose displays of power or wealth or influence like the last time they spoke one and one in her office in the Sadow District. The conversation for today, especially after the recent Council meeting, called for something completely different.
That idea was why she had requested her fellow Dark Councilor to meet her here, and not within the academy she controlled on the planet or the new capital city that had replaced New Adasta. Her hope was that a solemn location such as this, a place that demanded a certain respectfulness, would be a setting for a much-needed conversation in her opinion. New Adasta still lay in ruins, a reminder of the struggles unleashed against by the enemies of the Sith when they attacked this world. The Alliance, the Imperials, the Ashlan Crusade, all of them had broken themselves against the former Gateway to the Empire during the Tenth Sith Empire. They couldn't take the Witch's world until the Empire fully collapsed, but it was during those battles at the end of the war, New Adasta and the plains around it had been subjected to intense orbital bombardments, rendering the plains into a field of green and blue glass shards from where the energy of the turbolasers and the ground had melted.
So many had died in those battles, in those strikes, at the hands of the sorcery she unleashed to force their enemies away or risk being turned into servants of the dark side. That heaviness remained, and even once she and Kaine had reclaimed the world from the Ashlans, she had decreed the ruins to remain and the field untouched for Sith to wander in contemplation among the dead and darkness. The Glass Fields of Adasta were now a monument to what had occurred on this world.
A speeder idled nearby, two chairs and a small table set next to them, one occupied by her and the other open to Malum should he accept. There would be no grandiose displays of power or wealth or influence like the last time they spoke one and one in her office in the Sadow District. The conversation for today, especially after the recent Council meeting, called for something completely different.