The Free One
Zachariah was glowing.
Weeks ago, he had invited Revna to Jutrand and they had just finished spending quality time together. He had given her a tour and they'd had conversations and Zachariah had enjoyed all of his time throughly. It was time that Zachariah would likely class as the best time of his life, not that he would admit that out loud. He could only imagine the comments that would be made at his expense.
Jutrand had gone from a planet he spent all of his time on to a planet he rarely set foot upon. Darth Malum of House Marr preferred to teach in the field. Time on Jutrand was rare for the young boy. Whilst he was on the Ecumenopolis however, there was someone that he had wanted to meet for some time and so he had reached out to make it occur.
The Wolf. The Emperor's Wrath. Personal executor for his grandfather. The grandson of the Sith Emperor wished to make contact and open a conversation with the Wrath and so he'd reached out to make it happen. He wanted to see what his grandfather saw in the wolf, why his grandfather had taken the wolf as his personal wrath and executor.
Serving as the capital of the Sith Order, Jutrand housed a Sith Academy where Zachariah had spent years between leaving Zaathru and taking up an interest in the galaxy again. It had been the location where Zachariah had spent so much of his time, reading books and studying scriptures. The young boy figured that it would serve as the perfect location for his first meeting with the Sith Lord.
Taking a seat, the young boy poured a drink.
Until recently, Zachariah had never been one for drinking, however he'd recently developed a taste for a good Corellian Whiskey. He'd ensured a good bottle had been sourced for his meeting and had readied it on the table next to where he sat. The young eighteen year old took a swig from his glass and cast his eyes to the door whilst he waited for his guest to arrive.