Blood on the Leaves
// Former Lord Inquisitor Jorryn Fordyce //
// Focus //
Quinn Varanin
//White strands of haired poured out of her hood as Jorryn pulled it away, resting against the back wall of the turbo lift. The lift raced violently towards the penthouse where the Princess of Eshan waited and the former Lord Inquisitor couldn't tell if the sinking feeling in her stomach was from the lift or her host. The invitation still lay clutched between the fingers of their visitor, the sigil of House Varanin plastered against a black letter. The contents of it were simple, a summon demanded by the Princess of Eshan to a former subject. But the name was one lost long ago.
Quinn Varanin...
The Echani's hand brushed against the raised embroidery of the Princess of Eshan's name. It was a name she heard since the girl's rise to prominence in the Sith Order, serving directly under the Sith Emperor. Information had been difficult to come by after the construction of the Blackwall, but apparently the Sith spy structure had been as strong as the day Jorryn left it.
The paper letter had been left inside a drawer in her senate office, an invitation to join the Princess on the Sith capital of Jutrand. There had been no obvious signs of a forced entrance, and yet the letter remained there just the same. The Echani had pout as she thought how easily accessible her quarters had been, first
Allyson Locke
and now another.It had been addressed to the Former Lord Inquisitor of the Sith Order, Jorryn Fordyce, pulled from the anonymity of Adriana Fortemps. It was an identity that the Echani hoped lay dead, burned with the documents destroyed upon fleeing from the Sith Empire. Only Madelyn Lowe and Allyson knew of her past life, and yet the information had made it's way to Jorryn's old acquaintance Quinn Varanin.
The letter asked for a meeting, the words hiding their true meaning behind a sweet and simple message.
The former Lord Inquisitor dare not refuse, whether this meeting was intended to bring her back into the fold of the Sith or to answer for her betrayal, it mattered little. The truth of her identity felt a death sentence in the eyes of both the Sith and the Alliance, her fact lying in the delicate hands of the Princess of Eshan. They had met for tea once, long ago, and Jorryn hoped that this meeting would be just as simple.
Doubtful...
Still, this was hardly a moment where she could afford to show nerves. There would be ways to twist this situation to her benefit, no doubt, and she would find it. The twisted dance of Sith diplomacy was one she had learned long ago and, if she had to admit, one she rather missed. Her lithe fingers raised to the ornate door in front of her, ready for the dance of words that were to come.