Faarlsdreg Sith FiefRealm of the Sith Warlords
The interior of the
repulsorlift-palanquin, called Aeroquin, was long and precisely decorated with two cushioned bench rows mounted to either wall. A holoprojector module was embedded in the floor between them rimmed by bronzium gild. At the far end was a curved booth seat and similarly upholstered with red fabrics. Reclined into the center seat of the booth was the mistress of aeroquin and the Sith Fief it now flew through – the Sith Pure-Blood Knight Siqsa Kun.
She sat with her back pressed into the high back of her seat, her arm crossed at her chest with her legs mounted up on an ottoman stump placed there by a spectacularly chromed and polished protocol droid. Sat either side of her was a set of
HK-87 assassin droids. The HK droids had been customized to have a
brutalist warrior visage that was adorned with plate armor and a ferocious grimacing grin.
The protocol droid, a
3D-4X model, sat beside the ottoman as it engaged its
servile etiquette subroutines. Siqsa glared down at the data-pad that sat in her lap as she pondered over the statistics of fief yields and production that scrolled up the translucent screen in an automated report presentation. When it ended Siqsa quietly plucked the data-pad and handed it to the 3D-4X, she had nicknamed Grott2 – a rhyming play on the ur-kittat Sith word
Grotthu, meaning “slave”.
Looking ahead as Grott2 docked the data-pad into a computer deck side panel, Siqsa watched the holoprojector beam a live feed of the fief’s skyscape. Faarlsdreg was a grim industrial city, built within the depths of an enormous and ancient impact crater with fortified ramparts around the crater’s rim. The rim bristled with anti-air and anti-orbital cannons, redoubts, parapets, and watch-towers. It was bathed in a thick smug that brewed from the spewing smoke stacks of the metal refinery factories that crowded the outer rings of the city.
Their factory furnaces burned at every hour, churning the raw ore stripped from the moon’s crust and deeper levels by massive moving mining platforms called
Ore-Crawlers. The aeroquin flew low, between the smoke-stack towers, the towers of feudal estates and the domed houses of the Faarlsdreg Merchant Lords, Factory-Serfs, and the many market districts that exported Faarlsdreg’s metal and armor products and imported goods from across the Tingel-Arm rim.
Siqsa scanned the live feed of her fief. She had turned down her master’s offers of founding a fief on Tash-Taral and choice the second moon of Weken exactly for its resources. Unlike Darth Voyance, Siqsa had not use for religious symbolism and power – she was more practical. In order to expand her Itsuttoi’s (Sith Clan) feudal grip within the complex clutter of Sith Warlords she needed the resources to build her own armada, arm her own soldiers, and support the Sith Battle Chapters stationed at her fief (and subsequently placate the Sith Baron’s and Generals who monitored her fief). She had no use for symbolic power to influence the masses, what the Athiss Horde Clan needed was metal and arms.
Passing through the smug, towers, and throngs of factory-serfs marching to work or running to spend what little free time they had in the taverns and spice dens of the black markets, the aeroquin landed in the walled and heavily guarded personal estate of Siqsa. The estate was a large plaza with two areas. The
first a courtyard that housed the modest homes of her personal clan serfs and then a inner courtyard where Siqsa’s lordly manor resided. The aeroquin hovered low and passed the serf’s courtyard to land in the manor courtyard. Stepping out of the aeroquin Siqsa, flanked by her HK droids and Grott2, stepped down into the manor courtyard’s central promenade and greeted the gathering of Sith Knights and Tyrophytes she had invited on the ambition to expand the Clan Kinsmen of her feudal retinue.
The first two she had seen was one that was already of her brood – the Lord
Romund Sro
the other was a Miralian, a
Ihsan
that was of particular interest to Siqsa, since she had been snatched from the Sith Imperial dungeons by Darth Voyance herself and sent to her. Besides these familiar two, there was a grouping of others, including a pale ashen skinned one who arrived through the front gate (
Alina Tremiru
).
Siqsa greeted Romund with a raised hand gesturing him to follow, “Not as agrarian as you had envisioned Lord Sro?” Siqsa continued as she reached him, “Nevertheless it is a start. I have granted you an estate her as well for your enfeoffment as one of my Kinsmen. But you shall get your serfs and lands soon enough. This moon may have a rocky surface but there are some biomes that can be engineered into grand yielding fields.”
She glanced past Romund and eyed Ihsan, “I am glad you have come,” said Siqsa. “My master, Sovereign Voyance, has told me much about you. An interesting catch you are, Miralian.”
Siqsa moved on and cut into the other Knights gathered, her HK Droids marching ahead to part the Sith warriors gathered. Grott2 travelled ahead and opened the large darkly tainted steel doors that slid apart to reveal the entrance to Siqsa’s manor.
Darth Sinestruss
was not the type of Sith she wanted to get on the bad side of. She wanted to see how these Fiefs worked within the Warlords of the Sith. How she could use the knowledge for herself and create her own powerbase? She was still an acolyte, but she had grown strong. Now was the time to look ahead and learn. Quickly she exited her ship to make her way through the city and find this Sith Lord so she could learn more.
