Carida, Barma Sector
The men and women in uniform marched in lockstep, perfectly co-ordinated, their every move screaming of a level of military discipline that would be entirely alien to anyone not familiar with the need to maintain a sense of cohesion within a unit. A place like this was not designed to encourage potential or nurture one's individual talents: it was designed to break someone down, then build them back up into a person of use, highly trained, highly capable, one that could serve and yet lead.
Ever an interesting take on Sith principles. It seemed unlikely that any would imagine that the men and women training on Carida would understand that, but hidden beneath the protocols and the mindless training drills, an undercurrent of basic Sith practice ran strong.
And they do not even know it.
It was an odd thing, to observe these people in their practice: each reflected hopes and aspirations to become something more than they had been when they'd arrived, and yet they were all being moulded to be someone else's idea of suitability: to match an archetype. It was a level of indoctrination common to all military branches, no matter where you were. The rules were simple: obey orders. The Sith struggled with that one, orders questioned and considered, modified according to the understanding of the individual, and rarely ever followed without question.
And if their superiors ordered any of these men or women to kill me, they'd attempt it without a second thought. That was as it needed to be, of course: second-guessing your commanders was a sure-fire way to get people killed.
The invitation that had brought Tirdarius here had been unexpected, much as the location for the meeting itself.
Not your traditional choice, but it tells me something of the one who requested it. A more forthcoming individual would have visited the Ascendancy in person, presenting themselves to the Circle in overt fashion. The more clandestine nature of this visit suggested that there was something to be hidden, not something that individual wished to reveal.
Which offers us leverage, of a sort, should it be needed. It demanded a matching level of secrecy, of course: the one who had sent the message did not wish it to be known that she had dealings with the Sith.
Tirdarius had taken a ship to Bandomeer, at the end of the Braxant run, then taken a more discrete civilian passenger shuttle to Suulstine V, at the end of the Hydian Way, and signed himself up with a batch of new recruits headed to train on Carida. The infiltration hadn't proven difficult: a simple illusion weaved around him to make him appear younger, a change of clothing, a fake identification card produced by Ascendancy Intelligence to match the more youthful persona, and it had been a simple matter to trick the recruiting officers into accepting another promising candidate.
And then to disappear from memory as soon as we had arrived. It was a trick he had used so many times over the years, and it never hurt to remain in practice.
His contact had made it plain that they would meet nearby: in view of the training grounds, but above them, out of sight of the casual observer, but sufficiently in view that nothing untoward might happen.
No flashing lightsabers joined in battle should matters go awry, he thought wryly, as if he'd need to stoop to such things. Still, the precautions made sense, and their mysterious correspondent was
here. He could sense that and, now, approaching the meeting place, he could see them, too: concealed in a dark cloak of expensive weave, such as a Sith might wear.
Intriguing indeed.
"Very rare that we receive a communication that does not include context for meeting," he said in a curt, business-like manner, moving to stand beside the robed individual, stormy-grey eyes staring out at the same scene as the other observed. To her eyes, he would appear a young, dark-haired officer in a uniform appropriate to the imperialistic style here on Carida - grey, rather than the black used by Ascendancy military - and certainly not who she was waiting for. Still, if she was what he thought, she might yet see through such a guise.
"More unusual still to find myself here. I hope your reasons for summoning me are important."
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