Mistress of Silence
Beneath Balmorra's bruised sky, the air hung thick with metallic bitterness—the scent of smelted iron and old blood. Industrial towers loomed like blackened cathedrals, their chimneys exhaling slow, poisonous hymns into the dim heavens. From the veiled clouds above, the ship Taciturnitas descended without sound, its silhouette cutting through the smog like a blade through flesh. When its ramp hissed open, Darth Keres emerged first—a figure of quiet dominion wrapped in obsidian robes that drank the light around her. Her dark visage, cold and spectral, seemed carved from graveyards, and her eyes burned faintly with a still, infernal purpose. Each measured step echoed with an authority that did not need to speak to command obedience.
Flanking her were two members of the Order of the Silencers—nameless beneath smooth masks of dark silence, moving in harmony like shadows given shape. No words passed between them; their presence was a vow of loyalty, an omen of what silence could destroy. The planet's wind clawed at them, carrying the lament of machines long enslaved, yet Darth Keres did not waver. Her gaze fixed upon the distant fortress where the "business meeting" awaited—a nest of corporate ambition built upon ruin and deceit. To her, it was merely another altar upon which to test the strength of mortal greed against the stillness of her will.
"Come," she murmured, her voice a velvet whisper that promised both profit and perdition. "Let us see how deep their devotion runs—before the silence claims them." And together, beneath the iron rain, the emissaries of the Void advanced into Balmorra's industrial heart, where shadows traded in currency and souls.
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