The Crimson Path hung alone in the dark void of space, though such a term did not truly apply to the vessel. The Sith Praxeum ship, the core of the High Brotherhood of the Sith and their assorted support divisions was massive in scale. The length of the mobile academy, city and factory meant that many within the craft found it easier to simply take a shuttle from one hangar to another, rather than cut through the ship itself. This led to the Crimson Path becoming a mobile hive of transport craft, shuttles, and other personal vessels whenever it dropped out of hyperspace. The sheer volume of transit the craft saw rivalled that of some starports across the galaxy.
This activity had not diminished, even as repair crews swarmed across the hull of the Praxeum ship. The fall of Odavessa had much further ramifications for the eastern fringes of the galaxy than some might have thought. Isolated on their world of Malagarr, the High Sith Empire had initially remained unnoticed by the crusade that tore through the region. But an unlucky scout had detected a fleeing High Sith vessel, and in time Malagarr was besieged. Megarea, so recently crowned Empress over her people, was forced to flee the throneworld of the fledgling Empire. Every asset and being that could be evacuated had been taken to the Crimson Path, and the Praxeum ship had forced its way through the Jedi blockade of the world. It had taken devastating damage, but it escaped from the battle.
Standing on the bridge of the vessel, Darth Megarea, formerly Sith Empress, but now simply the Dark Lady of the High Sith, watched a repair crew moving slowly across the transparisteel viewport surrounding three sides of the bridge. The droid workers were moving swiftly under the guidance of the sentient workers, and much of the command spires damage would likely be repaired by the end of the day. It would be needed, as Megarea was already beginning preparations to rebuild the High Sith.
Approaching footsteps drew her attention to a Dar'ashra warrior, the red armored warrior bowing briefly to the Dark Lady before reporting. "My Lady, an unidentified vessel is approaching our exclusion zone. They request docking permission, and an audience with you." The warriors words were filtered through his helmets systems, adding a menacing tone to each syllable. Megarea considered the update for several moments, before turning her gaze towards the blackness of space. She extended her senses into it, allowing her mind to flow freely as she sought out the one who was approaching...
There.
Her eyes widened for a brief moment, before she snapped her mental barriers back into place. "Give permission for them to land, and bring them to my audience chamber."
Darth Empyrean