Following the conquest of Anzat, Vereshin received his subject with due success. Standing on a hovering level in the command deck of his ship, he raised a hand above the air and beckoned Leira forward. The cluster of stars beyond the window reflected in the surface of his glossy boots as he demanded the girl bow at his feet. Bow, Leira did and threw the heads of the Jedi she had slain under his command on the floor. Every so often, whispers traveled from the girl's mind into his own, which combated by smacking his head when they grew loud."You have done well, my protege." The voice cooed, eloquent and soft as air. "The Empire commends your skill." Vereshin received the sullen glare from Leira which he had almost come to enjoy. The epaulettes on the black uniform he donned twinkled in the starlight, along with his brilliant eyes. He wandered to the side table and sat down, where he lured a cup of tea to his fingers through the pull of the Force.
Vereshin lifted the cup of Imperial breakfast to his lips and cursed himself for letting the leaves steep for too long. With the wave of his hand, a curtain hanging over an ominous stand flew away, revealing a set of glistening armor. Brandishing the emblem of the Sith Empire on one of the pauldrons, the armor was designed for a small frame and shining new, having never been worn in combat. He heard her degrade him in his mind and shook his head, invaded by segments of memories of which he could not make sense.
"This is for you, Leira." Vereshin said with a smile which revealed his black teeth. He knew that Leira would suspect his kindness to be of the manipulative sort and that her gift would be followed by another arduous task. Suddenly, a jolt surged through the ship and alerted to Vereshin that they were now closing in on their destination. The tea swished in the cup and splashed all over the table. Gripping the edge of his chair, he mopped himself with a handkerchief.
"We are nearing the Denarii nebula, where you will accompany me on your next task." As he explained, the stars outside of the window traveled through a hue of colours, spiraling into a cataclysmic nexus. Worlds fractured by the supernova of millennia gone by flew past the pane, tangled with asteroid belts and clouds of unstable dust. "There is an unstable world located here, on which I intend to study the effects of the supernova from thousands of years ago." Vereshin said as he swished the handkerchief over his front.
"Prepare now and meet me at the bridge." Vereshin did not explain the true reason behind the journey. Leira would have to wait and discover the reason for involvement along the way. On the moon of Denarii lay a rift called the Seed Gate, which Vereshin intended to manipulate in order to block the mental invasions exchanged between Leira and himself. A servant arrived to bring the armor to her room while he dismissed her and retreated to his own chambers to prepare their arrival.
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