Private Rattle

[Adriana Fortemps]

// AVIDICH, NEW SITH ORDER EMBASSY //
// Koda Fett //

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Avidich

What a sad, cold planet. After the destruction of Csilla many of the Chiss Ascendency had fled to other planets; Rentor, Sarvchi, and of course Avidich. Even in her less tolerant days, the Echani had always had something of a soft spot for the members of the Chiss. Their cold and distant ways made them disconcerting to work with on occasion, but their value of logic over passion had always made them effective allies. The Brotherhood of the Maw had a vested interest in making staunch allies of whichever of the Chiss had fled to this side of the border, the corpse of Csilla floating between Maw and Alliance space as an obvious sign of which sides the Chiss had to choose between.

Jorryn had found her way as a newly minted Master of the New Sith Order. Previous experience in diplomatic matters during her tenure as Lord Inquisitor made the Echani more comfortable in bureaucratic matters than having to fight. Her last few skirmishes had reminded her how rusty her skills had gotten during the latter years of the Sith Empire.

"Lord Fordyce," The nervous voice of her blonde assistant rang. A part of Jorryn missed her old title as he gutted out the word in the middle. "You have a meeting with Ilth'and'yor soon to discuss refugee allocations, as well as emergency protocols should the Galactic Alliance invade."

Apathy filled her mind as she acknowledged the boy with a small turn of the hand, truthfully she was only here as a mouthpiece. The Dark Lords of the New Sith Order hardly had any care for the nuances of diplomacy in regards to the Chiss Ascendency.

Jorryn had been given a list of what would happen and a strict warning to both the silver-haired Sith herself and the Chiss on what would happen if this meeting didn't go the way that they desired.

Rain pittered against the glass flanking the Echani's back, the weather had been poor for weeks. The woman grimaced at the thought of having to trudge over to the Ascendancy's offices, longing for a time when she hardly had to exit her own. Pulling datapads and loose papers into her black leather suitcase, she ensured every bit and bobble needed to show why and how the Chiss would listen to every word of the Maw's demands would be in her bag.

She was hardly one to be underprepared. When one focused as much as she did on her duties as a delegate, one could hardly blame her for missing the subtleties of someone else with a different vested interest in this location. In her.

In her days as Lord Inquisitor, she would have been more careful. Careful not to make her routine as consistent as it was. To make sure that she had plenty of guards to ensure nobody was watching or waiting. But she was no longer Lord Inquisitor, and she would come to regret her laxness as she prepared to leave.

 

[Koda Fett]

Adriana Fortemps ​

The Bounty Hunter offered his loyalties to no one. He swore himself to the contract; to the credit - the Sith fell aside, another rose instead, and the few remnants of the old Sith that remained had not been of benefit to Fett. He once avoided bounties on Sith other than the few deserters, the individuals that ran alone, but that was then. It was a turbulent time, and that same shift had demands.

Fett remained in the Order territories for a time, the route from Iridonia to Norus before the shift across to the Sith controlled Avidich. His informants had made him aware of the Sith Fordyce on-world, a familiar name. His connections, either of the desire to serve him or bribed themselves, ensured his arrival had been unannounced and informed him of Jorryn's schedule. In another time, trails and the sort were doubtlessly to be noticed. The once Lord Inquisitor had allowed herself to become less than the standard of her kind, but she was that no more.

He arrived by her own office ahead of her arrival at the Ascendency. It was her door that slid open with a hiss, the Mandalorian armour known to those of the former Sith Empire filled the door frame. Fett had not held his blaster, even if it was seen over his shoulder, and motioned inside. His armour was wet from the outdoors, and each step forwards left behind a wet mark on the floor, none made more than the side cloak that attached itself to his shoulder.

"You're the Sith assigned to this system," he feigned an interest, his idle hand ran along her possessions and the T-visor scanned the room as much as herself. He came to a stop, and stood firmly as his gaze narrowed onto Jorryn;

"It's time to leave it."