A silver sky hung over Malachor III’s Capital, illuminated by its singular sun.
For all the mysticism of Malachor V, it was Mal-III that governed this system, that they remained loyal to the Sith Empire, and that the secrets of Mal-V did not fall into the wrong hands. This was why Darth Ophidia had come to cement her hold of a system some chose to call “barren”. She would disagree; it simply issued a challenge to its inhabitants. Only the strong could thrive, and thrive they did.
Her shuttle, a simple Omicron for the purposes of this diplomatic journey, touched down in Malacaput, the capital of Malachor III and largest spaceport of the system. The Queen of Shadows herself did not spearhead the march, but followed on the left hand of a red sith diplomat with an ornate chain of golden blades and precious gems hanging loosely around his shoulders.
He was the puppet, she held the strings.
Behind them followed others, convinced of the charade's legitimacy. It was a new dawn for a neglected gem in the Sith-Imperial crown; a new dawn for the Malachor System: One Malachor under the Empire.
But first, her dog had to jump through the hoops.