Who Am I?
In a way, Malagarr was similar to Korriban. Warmer, though. Not as seated in the corruption of the Sith that left most feeling cold. A mark of the Force's disdain for them being who they were. She hated that, how the Force could hate them for using one side over the other. But here that didn't matter. Alina stood amongst the sands, her faintly glowing eyes scanning the horizon. She wasn't a member of the High Sith, not directly. Curiosity and the always scheming nature of any Sith had her here. Looking for allies. Looking for threats. Her own plans and her own ambitions, they were part of a longer con. If the High Sith helped that in the long run, she would lend them her aid.
On the inverse, if they hindered, she would see them crushed. Such was the way of the Sith.
She paused her thoughts. Movement caught her ears. Movement, but no heartbeat. Unable to feel the Force, it could mean one of two things. A droid, or a Sith beyond the shell of life. Like her. She turned her gaze, scanning her surroundings as she waited for whatever it was she heard to arrive.
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