Private The Grapes of Wrath

[Darth Empyrean]

With rumors abound of insurrectionist elements on New Adasta, Empire elements would be sent out to squash the uprising time and time again - but none would return. Even so, nothing major seemed to happen, no bombings or assassinations - just enough to call more forward. Eventually, the Sith would abide by sending traditional Saaraishash no more, and something more important would be sent - or brought by her own ambition.​

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The city was covered in a heavy fog, as it usually was, and while ships flew through the air lanes - a single building would draw Braith’s attention, through the rumors in the streets, to the echoes in the Force. When she would enter, she would find it empty - despite the lights and music that played; leaving little to the imagination what might be contained with the building.​

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A voice reached out to her, as the doors behind her closed and locked -​

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“Finally, someone worth my time.”, it affirmed through the Force.​

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She could feel the smile behind it.​

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Ellie Mors​

 

[Ellie Mors]

BURY A FRIEND

It was no secret who Braith Achlys was - or so she supposed, she never cared to validate her status among those that would have known of her - and her general lack of presence in the general affairs of the Sith Empire, despite her relative closeness to its leadership, was not one that went without notice. Questions swirled, sometimes, when she made the rare appearance in public, usually pointless gossip of her standing, but there was generally one single fact that most everyone could agree upon - that an appearance by the witch spelled disaster shortly thereafter.

"Seven agents have disappeared."​

"Traitors to the Empire are festering on Ziost."​

"We can't afford to spread ourselves even more thinly."​

"Get rid of it your way."​

"Please?"​

It didn't matter what they said, what they had demanded, what offers they made, she had refused to go until they had asked, returned to her the agency she deserved as something above them, and given her the freedom to take care of their problem in whatever manner she felt necessary. In return she'd promised she wouldn't make a scene, Ziost was nearly the heart of the Empire as it was and exposing such an insecurity so close to home was dangerous for public morale - that was their rationale, at least; Braith could not have cared less as long as they had asked nicely for her to do this as a favor and let her deal with things without bureaucratic red tape because, like in all things, she would come to collect soon enough and a contract with her was binding.

The building was unassuming, unimposing at best, but it was where the center of these rumors swirled. The short woman wearing the skin of a Firrerreo made no effort for subtlety, taking short strides towards the entrance that she walked through without any difficulty one might expect from a place that purportedly drew in agents of the Saaraishash to never return. The door shut firmly behind her, followed by the click of a lock, and her violet eyes swept the interior of what was visible to her for the source of a voice that came shortly thereafter - the smug smile that accompanied it almost visible in the satisfaction audible in its tone.

"You speak as though you know me." She replied, tempted to dissolve the glamour that maintained her human shape - thinking there might be no one to speak of what lay just underneath the veneer of flesh she wore if she did - but restrained herself with a frown.

"But I do not recognize you."

Darth Empyrean

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“No - I can’t imagine you do know who I am.”, the voice offered to her through the soft shadowy darkness of the lobby. A distant door opened, and from its hollow frame entered a robed figure - taking careful steps down a set of stairs so he could be more formally on her level. She could not yet see his face, but the smile was still there in his tone, even shrouded by darkness.​

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“Yet, you should.”​

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As he finally left the height of the stairs, pale skin and well muscled hands slowly drew back the hood to reveal his face. Silvery hair, golden eyes - all the look of a Sith, but with alabaster hair that ran in a set of braids on either side of his head. An immaculate set of features on his face twisted ever so slightly in an smile was he approached - though he stopped some distance from her.​

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Likely for both their safety.​

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“My name is Darth Maliphant. You are Braith Ma’at Achlys. Exactly the level of person I was hoping would appear - though I doubted you would come.”, he said with a withheld smugness as the efficiency of his plan.​

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“Let met start by apologizing - for the agents who disappeared. I’ve had years to perfect the killing of Saaraishash agents, it came easier than pacifying them.”​

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Ellie Mors​