Chapter Seven: Sith Interlude
Far away from the jungles, on the inner world of Coruscant, the government of the galaxy had changed hands again. This time, Coruscant was not to be the center hub of the government as it had been for countless ages. Now all that remained of it's city-wide shining towers was a smoking rubble. Here and there a few people who had survived the slaughter cried out for aid, but the only one to hear them was a lone man clad entirely in black. He made his way amongst the smoking rubble, carefully avoiding any of the dying. His goal was soon plain, a tiny one man fighter was perched precariously on top of a fairly flat piece of rubble.
The man strode up to the fighter, making no noise other than the soft scuffle of his boots against the rubble beneath. When the man was within a few steps fo the fighter, he removed his
right glove pulled out a tanned hand and placed it against the side of the ship. A door opened, and the man stepped into it, leaving the ruined world of Coruscant behind.
Hours later, the same ship appeared out of hyperspace and joined one of the many flows of traffic surrounding a space station. The fighter did not stay there long though, it veered off in a direction heading for the central part of the space station, just as a transmission was recieved. "Fighter 869-S, you are cleared to land." The man grinned darkly. He was home at last.
He strode down the hallway to the central hub of Space Station Amyr, his boots making a clicking sound that contrasted with the silence around him. There were others in the hallway, true, but they all stopped and gazed at him with fear in their eyes until he passed. He was met by two guards, garbed in a silver armor that flashed red as the light hit it from different angles. "Lord Avran" one said, nodding in recognition. "You are expected." Behind the guards, the door that marked the end of the corridor slid open. Avran strode through the doors, ignoring the guards as well as he had ignored the others in the hall.
Inside was a circular room, furnished only sparsely, but still seeming to be crowded. The source of the overcrowding, Avran suspected, was the dark woman occupying the room. The Lady Enin was as tall as he was himself and slender, but she carried with her an air of supreme power. "Well that she should - she controls the galaxy for all material purposes now." "My lady, Tanis is dead. There will be no more protests from that quarter." he stated, sweeping aside his cloak and kneeling.
Enin strode over to the kneeling Sith lord. "You have done well Avran." she stated, stroking
a hand down the side of his face and shoulder. "Very well." she finished. She walked in a circle, studying Avran from every angle. When she faced Avran's front once more, she grasped his arm and pulled him to a standing position once again. "What reward do you desire for this service you have rendered me?"
"Only what you desire to give, my lady."
"Then I shall have to find something exceptionally interesting for you." she purred.