Success or Death.
To some, Fiviune was nothing more than a rock in space. Its rocky plates and spiky crags left much to be desired, and it offered little to nothing in terms of income or interesting life-forms. Even so, it had been claimed. It was claimed because underneath the cracked exterior lay secrets of which the Sith knew only fractions, secrets untouched even by the Empires of old. Fiviune was once ruled by an ancient civilisation, and they hid their treasures well.
-But not so well that none would ever find it.
A provisional starport had been established, with a city of tents and prefabricated structures stretching out in orderly lines to house the arriving researchers and loremasters of the Tsis'kaar. They were, however, not alone in their arrival. Darth Ophidia herself had extended an invitation to another order: The Order of Arcane Syn, and their leader Darth Arcanix, to take part in the expedition and perhaps share in the findings.
At the spaceport waited an archaeologist, a young mirialan, practically beaming with withheld excitement as they clutched their clipboard. One could only assume they had good news to report, or at least what seemed good news to them.
Darth Ophidia and her guests were arriving shortly.
The rocky crags echoed faintly with the distant howl of engines as a black shuttle descended through the atmosphere. The dun hues of Fiviune's rocky crags extended endlessly in a tapestry if grey and black. The planet showed no signs of post-Gulag construction or habitation. Though it had been held by factions in the past, they had never bothered to investigate. To their loss, certainly.
"I can assure you, Fiviune will not disappoint."