Darth Pyrrhus
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It had been a while since Darth Pyrrhus had last set down on Csilla, capital world of the Chiss Ascendancy. In fact, that was even before he had become Darth Pyrrhus. Back then he was simply Tanek Santii, freshly minted Sith Knight. The Togruta had been in a foul mood when first called to the cold world of glaciers and snowy wastes. It had interrupted his studies on Korriban. This time around, however, he found himself filled with anticipation. He returned a Sith Lord, Voice and a Darth.
The nature of his trip was something of a diplomatic surprise visit, at least as far as the Chiss themselves knew. He was the Voice of the Sector... Well, technically, [member="Darth Vornskr"] was. But he had been dead, and in his absence Darth Pyrrhus had been seeing to his affairs in the cold north. Though he had not personally visited the planet, he had maintained correspondence through his half-Chiss apprentice, [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]. She had been gifted as a servant to House Chaf. She had also reported anything out of the ordinary that took place within the Chiss Ascendancy. And what disturbing news she had recently brought him from Csilla...
A stern talking to seemed only appropriate. And so the Sith Lord's flagship had entered Chiss space. He had landed in Csaplar, Csilla's capital, and marched on House Palace, which held the Chiss Parliament. They were unlikely to be expecting him, but they would see him. No doubt aware of his arrival at this point, he anticipated that they would assemble in preparation.
The broad-shouldered Sith Lord, crowned by a pair of curved montrals was draped in the black tunics and dark robes frequently associated with his order. He was something of a traditionalist. His rust-red skin and facial markings stood in stark contrast to the blue-faced civilians around him. They must be wondering what had brought the Voice to inspect one of his provinces, and if all Sith Lords travelled with such force. The Togruta Lord was flanked on either side by his personal guard. The 100 soldiers appeared near identical, for they all wore the same armour and their helmets hid any facial features. From the looks of it they were a purely melee force, with electrostaves and even shields. After them followed a battalion of Nautolan soldiers. Those wore more standard equipment, Sith trooper armour and blaster rifles. Marching with him was Bellatrix. Within the ranks of the normal soldiers there were a select few individuals of note.*
The Lord of Ruin and his entourage made it to the steps of the parliament. By now the appropriate officials present in the city were ready to welcome the Sith. Though they would play the part of hosts receiving unexpected visitors, they would not permit armed forces to march into parliament. The Chiss guard was present, and even some haphazardly assembled riot police, just in case. There were enough present, the Chiss believed, to discourage any engagement, but not so many that their presence appeared to be a challenge towards the Sith overlords. Similarly, Pyrrhus arrived with numbers great enough to be a show of force but not nearly enough to take the city, much less the entire planet.
"Welcome to Csilla, Darth... Pyrrhus!" a Chiss, likely senior member of parliament greeted him. The Chiss had for a moment struggled to remember his name, but thankfully for him, there were not too many Togruta Sith, and so he had been fairly certain in the end that he did not say the name of another. This was not Pyrrhus' first dealing with the Ascendancy, and both Csilla and Glee Anselm had enjoyed the benefits that came with trade. He was not an unknown figure to them. "This is a most unexpected surprise! To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"You have been deceiving us." Pyrrhus cut straight to the chase. There were no introductions, no exchange of formalities. Clearly he did not care to wait until they were inside so they could have this conversation behind closed doors. Or perhaps he was running out of time? "Pardon? I don't follow?" the Chiss looked confused. Though he masked it well, those standing shoulder to shoulder with him seemed to display a slowly rising sense of dread. "Treason. Has that not been your primary occupation as of late?"
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