Ziost - Crown of the Sith Empire

His cloak caught the cool night breeze as he stood upon the edge of a landing platform on top of Rath Tower. The Armour of the First Wrath was a good fit. Creepily so. He supposed the force worked in mysterious ways.

Quietly he awaited the arrival of his ship. Had they been successful? He couldn't imagine any alternative.

The ship arrived a little later than expected but from all reports they had survived but they had seen some stuff and seemed reluctant to talk about. They had scratches and blood shot eyes as if they had not slept and sometimes they gibber to themselves senseless things and jump at every shadow.

Jo'ren was joined by Shaisha after she had showered and refreshed from the costume party.

As the crew arrived, she was greatly concerned with their condition. "Hyuna, what happened?" she asked softly. "It was a dead planet when I was there... I don't understand..."

They don’t give a coherent timeline, it was barren but also torturous for them on a psychological level tha absence of the Force or perhaps the desolation played with their brain chemistry, it would take a great deal of observation by specialists to know for sure.

They succeeded, but they will never be the same.

It tore at her conscience, that she had misjudged the danger, and now one of her people were suffering the consequences.

"Hyuna, I'm sorry... for putting you through this. Take the time off you need, take it easy, and we'll find some way to make this better."

"You've all done well. Get some rest Ashley, take drugs if you need to." He nodded to the ground crew. "I want the ship refueled and ready to take off at a moment's notice. Get the crew checked out by a doctor."

He gave Shaisha a significant look. "Let's get the package to where it needs to be." Jun-Tsu would be waiting.

"Yes," she breathed in deeply, steeling her resolve. It was all happening soon, and they didn't have time to lose.