Yoru Shakou
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Twinkling blips of light rushed pass the screens as golden-yellow hues peered out into the darkness of the veil, watching as space was collapsed, compressed and pushed to the side as the vessel tunneled its way through hyperspace. How long had it been she wondered, since a vessel such as the one she was currently on was seen in the skies above the capital of the galaxy Coruscant? Its sleek and curving shape not seen in thousands of years since its use in the fleet of the ancient Sith Lord Revan. A small smirk crossed her lips as she stood quietly, contemplating that which was to come. With a silent shift, the vessel dropped from Hyperspace, the blinking, twinkling stars no longer formless flashes of light. The Baroness remained silent as her golden-yellow hues peered out over the world that she had arrived at, her hand slowly stroking along the head of the large Nexu at her side.
The Bridge crew knew not to approach her, of if they were required, to do so without any sudden or threatening movements to her. Softly nodding her head in a near bow, the communications officer pressed his hand to his ear, broadcasting their arrival to the appropriate stations.
"This is the ADF Hera carrying the Autarch of the Avidon Oligarchy, the Baroness Magrath. Requesting landing clearance for personal shuttle."
Without a word the Baroness turned as the planet wide city appeared in the view screen. Her hand brushing out what few wrinkles there were upon her gown as the Nexu followed along. She was here, having traveled to the capital of the One Sith for a very important meeting, and nothing was going to stand in her way. As the doors to the bridge opened, the Baroness stepped into the lift, accompanied now by four Fenrir Guardsmen. She remained silent the entirety of the time, her own thoughts and words forming within her mind as she made her way to her personal shuttle in the hanger.
She was still in her own way amazed at the construction of the new Amarok class Cruisers, though limited in their scope, their design was one of ancient relevance to her own cause. The Baroness herself was still newly touched by the Dark Side, though she had done her best to keep such knowledge hidden away, or at the least to keep it from attracting the attention of the Republic or Mandalorians. They themselves were their own problem, and the Baroness had hoped she could find those that would aid in keeping her little system out of the clutches of either government.
It was not until she stepped onto her personal shuttle did she speak, her hand coming up to stop her old friend as she gave a soft smile.
"I will be fine dear Colonel. After all, if I am captured and you were with me, then whom would arrive on Reek-back to my rescue."
With a silent nod the Colonel stepped away, giving final orders to the four Fenrir Guardsmen that they were to put their lives down in the duty of keeping the Baroness safe. It was a quality that the Baroness admired in the Colonel, and it was so difficult to find such loyalty these days in a galaxy covered with conflicts. Turning to the cockpit of the shuttle, she touched the communication device before speaking.
"This is Baroness Magrath, here to speak with [member="Darth Carach"]."
The Bridge crew knew not to approach her, of if they were required, to do so without any sudden or threatening movements to her. Softly nodding her head in a near bow, the communications officer pressed his hand to his ear, broadcasting their arrival to the appropriate stations.
"This is the ADF Hera carrying the Autarch of the Avidon Oligarchy, the Baroness Magrath. Requesting landing clearance for personal shuttle."
Without a word the Baroness turned as the planet wide city appeared in the view screen. Her hand brushing out what few wrinkles there were upon her gown as the Nexu followed along. She was here, having traveled to the capital of the One Sith for a very important meeting, and nothing was going to stand in her way. As the doors to the bridge opened, the Baroness stepped into the lift, accompanied now by four Fenrir Guardsmen. She remained silent the entirety of the time, her own thoughts and words forming within her mind as she made her way to her personal shuttle in the hanger.
She was still in her own way amazed at the construction of the new Amarok class Cruisers, though limited in their scope, their design was one of ancient relevance to her own cause. The Baroness herself was still newly touched by the Dark Side, though she had done her best to keep such knowledge hidden away, or at the least to keep it from attracting the attention of the Republic or Mandalorians. They themselves were their own problem, and the Baroness had hoped she could find those that would aid in keeping her little system out of the clutches of either government.
It was not until she stepped onto her personal shuttle did she speak, her hand coming up to stop her old friend as she gave a soft smile.
"I will be fine dear Colonel. After all, if I am captured and you were with me, then whom would arrive on Reek-back to my rescue."
With a silent nod the Colonel stepped away, giving final orders to the four Fenrir Guardsmen that they were to put their lives down in the duty of keeping the Baroness safe. It was a quality that the Baroness admired in the Colonel, and it was so difficult to find such loyalty these days in a galaxy covered with conflicts. Turning to the cockpit of the shuttle, she touched the communication device before speaking.
"This is Baroness Magrath, here to speak with [member="Darth Carach"]."
