Private The Line Between Order and Trust

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace

Varin had been spending more of his personal time on Coruscant, not only overseeing the construction of the new temple, but also familiarizing himself with the surrounding area around the construction site.

The progress had finally picked up as the temple had neared to completion, the end was soon in sight and once again he would be off to do some jobs for even the Sith Order again.

Perhaps even visit his master.

He did not have some office, he had no space of comfort. When there was work to be done he was out there, watching, observing and making sure the muscle was staying at a decent pace.

Some of the crucified Imperials had been removed as he felt the lesson had been dealt to the ones left over. What started off as a mass slavery project turned into a place of conversion.

Promising that any POW Imperials who denied the teachings and beliefs as well as their allegiance to the Galactic Empire and converted to loyalty to the Covenant were rewarded. They would not be treated as slaves, but work still needed to be done.

He paced, barked orders and watched as the work continued for long hours, making sure those who weren't enslaved had proper breaks and meals. Their promise was they could stay as guards for the temple in this very city, alive and well taken care of.

His senses told him to visit the landing pad. Following his gut instinct he looked to one of his higher ranking Nagai warriors.

“Watch after them. I have something to take care of.”

The Nagai gave him a slow nod as Varin turned heading towards the landing pad where a shuttle was just finished with landing. The ramp opened slowly and within he felt a very familiar and comforting presence.

He stood straight, almost at attention as she stepped off the ship before him.

“Welcome to Coruscant, Lady Seren.”

He spoke deeply, almost with authority as a greeting party of one. Though inside he felt some form of excitement to see her after what felt like a long time, though it was only a few weeks.

Seren Gwyn​

 

[Seren Gwyn]

The ramp descended with a hydraulic sigh, releasing a wash of cool Coruscanti air across the polished durasteel. Beyond the landing platform, the skyline stretched endlessly, with towers piercing both the clouds and the smog. Light reflected off transparisteel and metal in fractured brilliance.

Seren stepped forward without hesitation.

She wore no ceremonial excess or overt declaration of allegiance. Her dark travel attire was layered and practical, the fabric catching faint city light as she descended. Her gaze lifted immediately to him.

He stood as though awaiting inspection.

Her lips curved faintly.

"Lord Mortifer."

There was the slightest hint of amusement beneath the title.

She took the final step down from the shuttle and closed the remaining distance at an unhurried pace. The sounds of construction echoed faintly in the distance, where metal struck metal and orders carried across scaffolding.

"You greet me as though I am a dignitary."

Her eyes traced over him briefly. She noted the mantle, the black blade, and a presence that seemed heavier now than it had been weeks ago.

"Coruscant suits you."

It was an observation rather than praise.

She tilted her head slightly to study the edge of intensity that still clung to him.

"Your message said the temple nears completion."

Her gaze shifted toward the horizon, where construction silhouettes rose against the cityscape.

"I wanted to see it before you disappear into your master's shadow again."

There was no accusation in her words, only familiarity.

Her attention returned to him fully.

"Have I arrived at a good time?"

A pause.

"Or am I interrupting your crusade?"

Varin Mortifer