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The Fortress of Uhrar

Kesh
High Orbit
Military Transport
A world that had been established countless centuries ago as the home of an ancient sith clan; the descendants of some vessel that had crashed upon the surface in a bygone era. There were many such stories and this was just one upon the heap of dozens that had been heard about and circulated through the galaxy. Now though a new group called it home, some Covenant of Sith, which in the very least did not matter to the woman. It would not matter had the Republic, or even the Sith themselves called it home; all that mattered was that they would go about their business and leave her to her own devices.
The vessel dropped from hyperspace, not as large as many of the transports that she utilized, though still sizable. She after all was not invading or landing troops upon the world in a bid to grab at some kind of power. She was there to look upon the world where her newest branch of her company was to call home. It was an old city on the Alanciar Continent, a place called Uhrar.
"Ma'am, closing range. Initial scans showing no hostilities. Shall we announce ourselves?"
With a quiet nod the stoic woman stood upon the bridge, her icy blue eyes falling upon the world below. Stepping forward, she watched as the vessel moved closer before it began to orbit the gem that gleamed brilliantly upon the dark tapestry of space. Silently waiting, the communications officer began to broadcast a general greeting and request.
"This is the Preshean Auxiliaries Military Transport carrying Lady Preshea. We are requesting landing clearance for the vicinity of Uhrar. Our interest are the establishment of a training facility and garrison."
Now all she could do was simply wait, a task which she had in recent times become more accustomed. During her years as a mercenary it was the silence that marked the danger, and waiting was one of the worst tasks which one would endure. Now days though, running a business had shown her just how much waiting was done without the thought of danger running rampant.
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