Success or Death.
The Eidolon stopped over Freisa, a planet not far from the Galactic Alliance's borders. One that had been entirely cleansed of populace in the days of the One Sith, then repopulated by a new order of Sith-serving loyalists. The mass sacrifice of life had lead to a great alchemical basin the size of a small lake and a temple to Sith Alchemy and Sorcery: The restored Temple of Pain. When the Sith Empire rose, Darth Ophidia had come back here and raided the goods from Fresia, yet the alchemy lake remained as a still bleeding wound in the landscape.
While the large Stealth Destroyer hung over Fresia, a smaller ship slipped out of one of its hangars. It was an old ship, but reliable: A Phasma-class Infiltrator, and like a ghost it shot off into Hyperspace. It was barely out of the hangar before it was gone, headed for the Galactic Alliance occupied world of Prakith, an ancient stronghold of the Sith in the Deep Core.
On board the Phasma was Sith Assassin, Darth Ophidia and one of her latest apprentices, [member="Jane Lilley"], plus one Piloting droid named Darling and a mouse who called herself Betterthanthou. it was a dangerous mission. They would be jumping deep into enemy territory and glide down to the surface under the cover of a stygium cloak, then search the planet for artefacts of the Sith to be salvaged. If all things went smoothly, they would never be noticed. That was a big "if".
As they carved through Hyperspace, the Droid took over the controls. His systems were advanced enough to steer them through any trouble short of the unexpected. Meanwhile the Sith Lord knocked on the door of her apprentices, more so as a warning than a request, because the door opened seconds after. There stood Darth Ophidia, a metal box balanced perfectly on her left palm.
"Apprentice." She gestured for Jane to kneel, then crouched down and set the box on the floor in front of the acolyte. With a quiet gesture she asked the acolyte to open it; inside was a cloak, neatly folded, and an amulet lain on top. "You will need these."
"We are deep in enemy territory. They will not hesitate to kill you." "Do not stand and fight, flee, hide, then strike." "Never let go of your advantages."
There was a hard authority in her voice and unusual clarity in her words. Where the master was often obtuse in meaning, this was all too clear. This was also advice on how to stay alive in enemy territory.
While the large Stealth Destroyer hung over Fresia, a smaller ship slipped out of one of its hangars. It was an old ship, but reliable: A Phasma-class Infiltrator, and like a ghost it shot off into Hyperspace. It was barely out of the hangar before it was gone, headed for the Galactic Alliance occupied world of Prakith, an ancient stronghold of the Sith in the Deep Core.
On board the Phasma was Sith Assassin, Darth Ophidia and one of her latest apprentices, [member="Jane Lilley"], plus one Piloting droid named Darling and a mouse who called herself Betterthanthou. it was a dangerous mission. They would be jumping deep into enemy territory and glide down to the surface under the cover of a stygium cloak, then search the planet for artefacts of the Sith to be salvaged. If all things went smoothly, they would never be noticed. That was a big "if".
As they carved through Hyperspace, the Droid took over the controls. His systems were advanced enough to steer them through any trouble short of the unexpected. Meanwhile the Sith Lord knocked on the door of her apprentices, more so as a warning than a request, because the door opened seconds after. There stood Darth Ophidia, a metal box balanced perfectly on her left palm.
"Apprentice." She gestured for Jane to kneel, then crouched down and set the box on the floor in front of the acolyte. With a quiet gesture she asked the acolyte to open it; inside was a cloak, neatly folded, and an amulet lain on top. "You will need these."
"We are deep in enemy territory. They will not hesitate to kill you." "Do not stand and fight, flee, hide, then strike." "Never let go of your advantages."
There was a hard authority in her voice and unusual clarity in her words. Where the master was often obtuse in meaning, this was all too clear. This was also advice on how to stay alive in enemy territory.