The crimson child -Male Sith Reader-

A New Face

Hours passed in quiet contemplation, the hum of the engines serving as a steady rhythm to your thoughts. Mandalore loomed ever closer on the horizon, its silhouette growing larger with each passing moment.

Finally, the transporter began its descent towards the planet's surface, its thrusters roaring to life as it entered the atmosphere. As you gazed out of the viewport, Mandalore stretched out before you, a sprawling landscape of towering spires and bustling cityscapes.

The transporter touched down in the heart of Mandalore's capital, its landing pad bustling with activity as workers hurried to unload cargo and passengers disembarked from their respective vessels. Stepping off the transporter, you were greeted by the sights and sounds of the city, the air alive with the energy of its inhabitants.

As you descended from the transporter, your presence was immediately noticed. People stopped in their tracks, their gazes turning towards you with a mixture of awe and reverence. You could feel the weight of their expectations bearing down upon you, the anticipation palpable in the air.

Leading your retinue, you made your way through the bustling landing pad, your black robes billowing behind you as you strode with purpose. Every step you took seemed to command attention, your mere presence exuding an aura of authority and power.

And then, amidst the throng of onlookers, you saw her. Duchess Satine Kryze, ruler of Mandalore, stood at the edge of the landing pad, her regal bearing unmistakable even from a distance. As your eyes met hers, you could sense the tension in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance that was about to unfold

Duchess Satine approached with measured grace, her gaze steady as she met yours. "Lord (S/N)," she said, her voice carrying a hint of warmth tempered by the weight of responsibility. "Welcome back to Mandalore."

You inclined your head in acknowledgment, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Duchess Satine," you replied, your tone smooth and composed. "It is an honor to be welcomed by such esteemed company."

Satine's lips quirked in a faint smile, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. "I trust your journey was uneventful?"

"Indeed, Duchess," you answered, gesturing for your retinue to fall back slightly, allowing for a more private conversation. "But enough about me. I am eager to hear about the progress Mandalore has made in my absence."

Satine's expression softened, a sense of relief washing over her features. "We have made strides towards our goal of ensuring Mandalore's security," she explained, her voice tinged with determination. "But there is still much work to be done."

You nodded in understanding, your mind already racing with plans and strategies. "Rest assured, Duchess," you assured her, your voice low but unwavering. "You have my full support in whatever endeavours you deem necessary for Mandalore's future."

A sense of gratitude flickered in Satine's eyes, her resolve bolstered by your words. "Thank you, Lord (S/N)," she said, her voice tinged with sincerity. "Your guidance is invaluable to us in these trying times."

With a final nod of acknowledgment, you and Satine turned to walk together, the weight of Mandalore's future resting heavy on your shoulders. As you moved through the bustling streets of the capital, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the progress you had made.

Cutting away from the bustling landing pad, the scene transitioned to Obi-Wan Kenobi as he stealthily navigated through the crowded streets of Mandalore's capital. The changes in the city were starkly evident to him. The once serene and pacifist atmosphere had been replaced by an air of militaristic efficiency and prosperity.