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His shuttle flew only a few feet above steep mountains which were cast with yellow and burnt orange hues from
the setting sun, the usual grey formations glistening as bright as the star that gave them their color. Over the jagged peak of one particular mountain, his destination could be seen, surrounded by imposing mountains on all sides. From his seat in the cockpit, he could 'see' the lava flowing from the southern face of the Fortress. It seemed it poured from a large vent connected to tunnels underneath the Oricon Fortress. Tevro disengaged the autopilot on the Lambda T-4a shuttle and switched channels to enter the transponder code given to him to allow him access to the hangar on the west side of the edifice that sat on a caved peak. Inside the metal hangar, the ship landed without the jolt of his previous landing on Bastion. Tevro exited the ship, dressed in his black hooded cloak, then walked along the narrow walkway that led into the main section in the fortress. He ran his hand along the thin railing just before entering the shadowed interior, a long hallway with several diverging paths appeared before him.
The hallway itself was quite extensive in its own right. The door on the far side appearing to be only half of Tevro's size with the central bridge dropping to a plummet to the lower level of tunnels and perhaps several other similarly vast corridors meant to likely confuse one who was unacquainted with them. With all hope, he wouldn't need to view the entirety of the fortress, perhaps only a select few rooms and routes that he need only memorize with the motivation necessary to complete the mental task. The Acolyte sighed in contentment as he began his trek down the bleak path.
Down the hallway until you reach the fourth turn on the left. Take the elevators there to the top floor. My office will in the middle of the left side. Enter immediately when you arrive.
Those were the instructions given to him, simple and straightforward. He followed them, seeing no room for deviation in the unfamiliar place or feeling any anticipation of what may come. The only thing he knew of the fortress was that it was the residence of Tirdarius. All other knowledge, if it could be called such, was either made of assumptions or gained by observation. The corridor floor he walked down was made of tile which gave away his position by the loud clicking produced by his shoes. It was extensive and thus took him a few minutes to reach the fourth opening on the left side of the hallway. He took several elevators to reach the uppermost floor of the fortress, three to be exact.
Upon reaching the floor, Tevro stopped after taking exactly four steps down the hall, in front of the door to Tirdarius' personal office. He knelt down, closing off his focus for a few minutes, allowing himself to be blind with no way of seeing anything around him. The Force Sight ability he used to see, severed. His breathing slowed and became shallow. Instead he listened, allowing himself to relax and allowing his mind to regain its previous focus, his strength slowly returning to him. After several minutes, he stood and kept his eyes closed, softly and without strain, raising his head, taking a final deep breath before entering the open office. Tevro paused for seven breaths after stopping three steps from the Sith Lord, which was about six steps into the office, feeling the room before giving a rather formal bow to the man in front of him.
"Hello, Master."
The last word was foreign to him and it tasted odd when he brought himself to say it. The formality apparently did not come easily to the Zabrak. While he did respect the man, not simply for his status among the Sith as a Lord, that respect, or rather idolization, was one he found difficult to express properly. Though he knew it was unlikely to be one of the lessons taught to him, he secretly hoped that it would be considering the tone of hesitation in his voice as the word came out of his mouth. His own stance was relaxed and poised though he felt otherwise for a reason which escaped him. This feeling of subtle yet forceful apprehension seized him and held him within an iron vice from the moment his foot crossed the threshold of the office. His expression was collected and fixed in one of utter determination.
While he said only those two words, he noted that his deep voice rang throughout the room, bouncing off of objects and walls in a confusing blur of noise that subsided only when the sound hit the floor many times after the words were spoken. It seems his focus would be required to be razor sharp and his reflexes, perhaps, even sharper. He'd expected nothing less.
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