[b]Coruscant[/b] 

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"Your guests have made use of the water gardens while you rested, mistress" The pleasing tone of D-3PO, the blue and silver plated protocol droid announced, he'd come through the courtyard walking through the former Presidential apartments until it reached the bathing quarters of the principle room. The synth marble on the floors and the cavernous size of the estate combined to create a cacophony of whirring, chiming servos as the droid made its way across the building granting her more than sufficient warning. Even with her head below the warm water, she could not fail to take note of the familiar sounds. By the time the droid arrived, she'd been standing between two sonic dryers which removed not only the water from her form but scrubbed away any residual dirt or debris particles that the sentient availing themselves of the bathing facilities might have missed. Behind the droid, two Twi'liks, twins, a brother and a sister roughly fifteen years of age stood at either end of the stairs leading into the grand bath. Another present from Sate Pestage, figuring she could sate her carnal urges on one or either of the pair. It was a disgusting thought, as if she was some mindless Sith who couldn't help control her baser impulses. Still, when she questioned the boy, he spoke well enough, the girl was dutiful and attentive and the pair knew how to armor a sentient without needing to be trained and they were obedient. And so, she opted to keep them on as house slaves, assisting the army of droids that tended to the sprawling palace of the Conchords, an estate that once belonged to the Grand Chancellors of the Republic, who lived in these vast and nigh timeless halls until the Presidential palace, the behemoth of a megastructure that was now called the Imperial Palace (where the arrogant fool GRand Vizier lived). The guests the Droid was referring too had been several members of the five hundred and first that had been assigned as her protective duty by Captain Cardinal who with the death of the entirety of the 501sts command structure became the highest ranking officer. It was his way of swearing fealty, promising her that the Legion once feared throughout the Galaxy would serve her in return for the dignity she'd help them recapture. She planned to do more than assuage the wounded pride of what was left though, in time the woman planned to fully reconstitute the 501st, but she would make some changes, chiefly they would no longer be purely humans and leftover clones but xenos as well and she would ensure their loyalty oath included a line declaring their loyalty to her as well as to the Empire.


"Late was the hour in which we returned to the capital, they have earned their rest, let them sun in the garden and drink and eat and nap in the artificial sun" Besides, she thought once the woman was done the Twi'liks handed her a shimmer silk robe and followed her as she began to walk through one of the Myriad great halls. "An Uncle of mine lived here when I was a child" she remarked to no one in particular, only laughing when one of the Twins gave her a quizzical look, naturally they'd heard she'd slept for a long time, that she was from a different era but it was moments like this when they realized it hadn't been rumor that made her feel truly ancient. "Ah, is my slave curious? Very well, I shall indulge you. At the time, the Republic had both a Grand Chancellor and a Vice Chancellor, the one who was second lived here, my uncle was that man in my mouth" The Grand Chancellor had been her grandmother but she had little interest in dating herself in front of a pair of slaves. her feet almost glided across the synth marble as she made her way from the grand halls to her personal chambers. Late bad been the hour indeed and Sate Pestage was on her mind as they returned, for while they had been sent out to find a counterfeit only the comms officers had seemed disheartened. The mood within the Intrepid was one of celebration as victorious spirits once again stirred within the hearts of the remnants of the Five Hundred and First. "Shall I inform them of your departure" The droid asked, again reminder her that she had scheduled a transport to the old Senate building, where the Council of Moffs was now in session, conveyed in secret (or what Pestage believed was secret), he was evidently utterly livid about the alleged incompetence of Admiral Karius and his "failure" to obtain a proper holocron, no doubt he was also hurling invectives about regarding her and her utility.  The skies above Coruscant rumbled and she could sense the tides of history ebbing about her and as she was dressed by her slaves, Miryia's mind wandered back to that night, twenty one hundred years ago when she butchered much of the Jedi council and framed the Sith. That evening, she'd shed the blood of friends for the sake of a Galaxy unchained from stagnation, tonight she fully intended to set events in motion that would utterly unmake the Grand Vizier and leave him and that council of gaggling invalids at her mercy.


"Who among them has responded to my messages?" She asked, her voice sounded slightly edged, while melodious and formal as always there seemed to be a trace of venom in it. "The Grand Admiral Octavian Grant, Admiral Karius of course, Admiral Gilad Pellaeon and" the droid was cut off by a wave of her hand, the rest were irrelevant, she'd sent out a dozen overtures, but only three interested her due to the nature of the men in question and the skill they commanded both in their own intellect and those under their services. If they were at least interested in her overtures than it opened the doors, she'd planned on this being a year long operation the force however, she would find had other plans. The armor she wore today was a tad different, it was smooth and made of Mandalorian iron unlike her usual durasteel breast plate, her usual purple cloak was swapped out for one ornately woven and formal, it shimmered in the flickering lights of the brazier like fixtures that always seemed to dance in her presence. The twins slid a pair of gloves over her hands, she seldom wore but this time she saw the merit, she wanted to go there in full regalia, looking less like a humiliated servant and more like a prelate being dispatched to restore order. About her finger, the crimson kyber crystal at the center glowed as if it sensed a storm in the air. Miryia ordered the twins and D to attend to the members of Vader's fist as though they were foreign dignitaries and that she expected to return in two hours time.

The Aurodium engraved Lightsaber that belonged to a Jedi Master, rose from its place of rest on a small stand at the rooms rear and flew into her belt and she departed in silence making her way for the speeder platform where she beheld two terrified members of the regular army standing outside a luxury speeder, in front of them was an Imperial Inquisitor, one of the sad remnants of the Jedi Service corps turned into a darkside adept and set loose into the Galaxy to hunt her betters. Miryia's purple eyes flickered and the Inquisitor stood her ground but her leg involuntarily twitched. "You've been summoned..Master...Janus" the woman had to be close to thirty but the fear in her voice was of a child's. That didn't surprise Miryia, for when she awoke she'd been surrounded by inquisitors, she mistook them for Sith slaves and butchered them all, all save the woman-child, who took a powerful blow to the face that had popped her eye out, an eye that was replaced with a cybernetic implant. There was another of these so called "Darkside adepts" she'd left alive, but he tried to sense her thoughts and Miryia destroyed his personality utterly, leaving him little more than a five foot infant. She'd heard he'd lapsed into a coma after a series of strokes, that he would probably die as he lived, ignorant of the wider Galaxy and covered in his own filth.


"Pestage sends you to summon me"

"It's, it's not him Master, its someone else" Miryia raised an eyebrow but entered the speeder any way, now that was interesting. Who was arrogant enough to presume to summon her amid that rabble? Had it been Karius he simply would have told her to arrive at a set time beforehand, had it been any of the others they'd have made more of a show of it. As the Speeder raced towards their destination at the old Imperial Senate building the shadow of the now utterly abandoned and isolated Jedi Temple rose in the failing sun.

And above it, the cathedral like palace of the Last Lord of the Sith.