[IC] A Meeting Succeeding Tragedy

[Rhysand Sekker]

Dromund Kaas Spaceport, 24 ATC

The heavy rain that streamed from the heavens pattered down onto the great window of the Dromund Kaas Spaceport, creating an ever-present and not unpleasantly soft noise. A figure stood there, clad in dark robes, a lightsaber on his hip, and an iron, intricately detailed mask covering his countenance. It stood watching the spaceships’ to and from through the great window, its hands clasped in the small of his back. Another figure approached, a woman, clad in apparently expensive robes of dark maroon with golden lace tracing intricate patterns on the velvet.

“Apprentice Horuset, my lord?” She asked, approaching the figure, and offering a brief curtsy. The Apprentice offered a glance and a nod. “Baroness Lecyllath,” He noted, acknowledging the noblewoman. His voice carried, and a few Imperials glanced at him, though they quickly went about his business again. “You wished to meet me?”

“I did. I come bearing… terrible news, my lord,” A slight shiver went through the Baroness as she looked to the Sith. “My mother and father, the Baroness and the Baron Lecyllath are dead. The burial chamber of the Jarsus-Laurodeno Mausoleum, which lies in your family’s possession, lies in ruin. Lord Ryssius Lecyllath is dead and gone. I am sorry.” She bowed her head in subservience as the Sith turned 90 degrees and regarded her with an iron gaze.

“Who is responsible for this?” he asked, taking the Baroness by the chin and turning her countenance up to look him straight in the eye.

“Lord Viathon, my lord. He also perished there, after a battle with the spirit.”

“Begin rebuilding efforts at once. I will not disappoint my family.”