ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ
Red hair stirred beneath its simple green band, loose strands brushing her pale cheek as the faint hum of repulsorlifts and haggling merchants filled the dusty haze.
This backwater planet had become the latest knot in a treacherous web. A renegade organization known as the Seyugi Dervish were manufacturing dangerous Homunculus and smuggling them to growing resistance factions operating inside the territory of the Sith Order. The betrayal burned like acid in her veins.
These creatures weren't mere tools; they were weapons aimed at the heart of their Empress's Empire and that would not stand.
She spotted
Darth Strosius
waiting in the shadow of two massive cargo haulers, his presence a cold, calculating anchor in the Force. Mythem approached with measured strides, boots crunching over grit and spilled lubricant, her expression calm despite the severity of the situation they found themselves in."Darth Strosius," she greeted, voice low to cut through the port noise. "The trail ends here. Two shipments already passed through this very dock last cycle. The homunculi are being armed, conditioned, and slipping through the Blackwall by some means. If we strike now, we can gut their distributors before they vanish into the underworld." Her golden gaze locked onto his with anticipation at the thought of working with the former blade of the Tsis'kaar, and the Order's foremost Heretic.
The wind carried the distant clang of loading ramps and the scent of spice and desperation. Somewhere in these shadowed hangars, answers waited. Mythem's fingers flexed at her sides, dark-side energy coiling like a serpent ready to strike.
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