Dathomir. The witch's planet loomed before them. Long ago, the witches had actually ruled it, but now it was just a planet of the remnants of their nightmares. The party on the yacht was still in full swing with drinks flowing and food being consumed. The whole of the ship had been cleaned of Dryden and now was redecorated to reflect the change in leadership.
Qi'ra excused herself from the merrymaking and entered her office. The knicknacks in the office were rearranged. Some of the things kept in storage had been let out and other of the more precious objects were tucked away. Overall the effect was more feminine and minimalistic.
She sat in her desk and took a deep breath before removing her ring. She inserted it into the slot and turned it. The hologram fickered to life as Darth Maul's horned irritation bore into her new sanctuum.
"You're earlier than expected, my dear. I didn't think you would be so forthcoming in our new close ties."
Qi'ra straightened her shoulders to hide the faint shudder that ran through her at the dark side user's cold words. She had written down her thoughts so if she did lose her train of thought or was continuously interrupted she could remember what she needed to get across. "I'm here to serve. You have bid me here so I have come as your servant."
Maul chuckled darkly. "I don't really like women serving me as they always seem to have a hidden weakness. I'll take pleasure in finding yours, but we do need a face and yours as lovely as it is will suffice . . . for now. I'm coming to meet you shortly to discuss our next steps. I hope the droids still remember my drink." He cut the feed.
Qi'ra sat back in her chair gripping the armrests. Her fingers turned white. She breathed deeply before calling the head of droids. "R-625?"
"Oh yes mam, what is it that you require?"
"Does Maul have a preferred drink or any other proclivities I should know about?"
The droid paused before the door to the office opened and the small cleaning droid rushed in. It bowed slightly before straightening. "There is a full protocol already set in place by Dryden in case his emenence decides to enter First Light, shall we engage?"
"Yes, but change protocol to include iced veeka as an appetizer for our esteemed guest. I had the chef droid acquire some a bit ago and the recipe for it should make it so it is fit to serve our guests just as he enters the office."
The droid scuttled off and she could hear the piping dance music from the main atrium slurring to a halt as the soldiers cleared it out with a warning to the guests to return to their rooms or cells. The cleaning droids did a quick sweep for the halls and soldiers were posted at every possible entry point to ensure the yacht would not heed any uninvited interruptions. A small shuttle appeared on the rim of the radar and radioed in for permission to land. At the docking procedure there was a scuffled that ended with the resounding hiss of a lightsaber being employed.
R-626 softed pinged Qi'ra. "He wasn't happy about the increased guard."