| @[member="Ashin Varanin"] |
Atollis Nebula, on board the Obscurity
Filtered air relaxed the sat blackened silhouette from the above air vents. It created a cool, compressed setting aboard the observational deck, custom made for the man who was gazing upon the stars. The relaxed setting allowed him to think without the worry of time, for he could sit upon the unnatural creation that was his throne for days upon end. He likened his addiction to the stars to the Mind Walkers of the Maw eons ago. Not many knew of those particular Force-sensitives, who believed that the real world was not real, in favor of the Force realm
beyond shadows. For him, the stars was his own realm. The worlds that existed below him were just feeble specks of a grander, larger picture.
He leaned forward in his seat, using the arm rests before pushing himself up and onto his feet. He came to a stop at the transparisteel screen, his eyes averted from the purple luminescence of hyperspace to his own reflection. Vilox Pazela leaned his head to the left, contemplating on recent events. There was no word from Judas nor the other members of the Black Hand. It was almost like the Dark Jedi who had called himself and the others had disappeared without a trace. He still had access to the various individuals who had come to Vjun to study the ways of the dark side, but he would not be able to get in touch with them for quite sometime. He was making his way to the Atollis Nebula, within the confines of the Wild Regions and consequentially the space of the Lords of the Fringe. Their encounter on the Abominor not so long ago had led them to speak under less stressful circumstances. He had a proposal for Ashin Varanin and it seemed she had one for them. It would be an interesting encounter.
It was then that the
Obscurity dropped out of hyperspace at the given coordinates. To his left flank was the
Anubis. With the disappearance of the Dark Father, he had appropriated the vessel to guard his flagship until he figured out what to do with it. Perhaps it would serve as a bargaining chip in the upcoming negotiations. Scanning the region ahead, he found what he was looking for.
"To think something like this exists out here," he thought to himself. Turning away from the black void, Vilox began to make his way down the staircase, once more emerging as the alter ego, Darth Vazela.
Vazela lifted his hood over his head before stepping onto the walkway that was situated over the bridge's operations area. He crossed it and entered a turbolift ahead. When it lowered itself down the chute leading to the hangar bay, the Lord of the Sith took a
Dominus-class starfighter out and into the Nebula. Flying the ship about, he aimed for a set of doors ahead. They retracted into the sides and allowed him access into the sphere. He landed the
Dominus and then climbed out of it, his hood still above his head. The Lightsaber on his belt was a reassuring weight for him. In the fringes of the unknown, it was good to know that he had the weapon at his disposal. He navigated the sphere, passing by people he did not recognize or know. They paid no attention to him, which was just as well. When he finally came to a stop, he saw her. Ashin Varanin, known as the former Empress Desimus. His search for her was over.
Now they could begin their proper encounter.
"Hello Desimus... Ashin Varanin. We did not talk much on the Abominor. Alas, we can start where we left things to pick up." Leaning his head to the left, he said,
"Why did you bring me here, first of all? Such a strange, far away place to meet, where prying eyes and ears cannot be utilized..." He trailed off, implying a question but not really asking it.