Kellyn Muir
Dirge of the Sun
D U B R I L L I O N
He had arrived under the guise of reinforcing the Sith Empire's cybersecurity grid on belalf of d.R. Crypté, his privately-owned cybersecurity firm. Though dealing with the Sith was frowned upon by a fair portion of his customer base, anyone in the business of making credits understood that you went where the credits were. However, if it leaked that the company's founder and chief executive was in bed with the Sith, it would be catastrophic for business. It'd be even worse if it leaked that the founder and chief executive was a Sith. Twas the perks of being headquartered on the unofficial capital of the galaxy, Coruscant, now held by the self-righteous Galactic Alliance.
Jest wasn't on Dubrillion for business though, at least not for dRC's. He was here to formally pledge himself to the teachings of the Dark Side, to become an Acolyte of the Sith. The wait was nerve wracking. He'd been instructed by an anonymous source to come to Dubrillion and wait. Jest had done so, leaning against a wall of a building on the streets of the business district. His eyes stared at the holopad in his hands. Waiting. Any anxiety he felt he suppressed with the notion that some of the most influential persons in the galaxy were followers of the Dark Side. He too would join their ranks. Not today, and likely not anytime soon, but eventually.
With an audible beep, Jest's focus honed in on the datapad. An encrypted message that read only "Lore". He didn't know what it meant, but it got his heartbeat racing again. Obviously he was being tracked - now he only needed wait a little longer. He anticipated his next message wouldn't come from the same source, but rather the man or woman who would take the acolyte to be under their wing.
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