Star Wars - DarkShadeless

It’s a dreary day on Dromund Kaas when the former Minister of Intelligence is invited to attend his Emperor.Then again, most days are dreary on this planet.

Reconstruction

**Author's Note:**

> I really hope I did Keeper justice. Enjoy!

The Emperor’s seat of power is nothing as trivial as a mere palace. No _that_ might actually be less than a fiscal nightmare and _we can’t have that_ , can we?

Though the view is, admittedly, breath-taking.

Even Keeper has to admit that much.

The walls behind the Emperor’s throne are crafted from transparisteel, end to end, revealing the blue-green curve of Dromund Kaas against the darkness of space. Spectacular.

If ones taste runs towards such things, anyhow.

For him the entire station brings a sour taste to his tongue, bitter as his cynical thoughts upon his reactivation. To see the lone figure of his new master look out over their core world, bright against the backdrop, does little to disarm the tooth-edged caution that has slithered through the undertow of his emotions since he was summoned.

Alone.

The Wrath has always been a variable harder to quantify than he liked. Before his ascension he passed ImpInt by almost completely and after, in the years he has served, Keeper hasn’t been able to pin him down on agenda or motivation past suspected loyalty to their late Emperor. Even that is no certainty.

By all accounts Vitiate catered to his desire for revenge against his former master, Darth Baras. Outside of that…

With the surety of years in office Keeper had been convinced this new plaything of their Emperor would reveal its nature in time. To his frustration that hadn’t proved true but by then this loose end was of little concern to him, no matter how highly in the hierarchy of the Sith it may be placed.

Add to that the notorious volatility of his ilk and navigating whatever plot he has fallen into here is guesswork at best.

You never truly know what the leaders of their Empire are up to. What better example than the tattered remains of his own division could there be?

They were supposed to impose order upon a chaotic reality and look where that got them.

Keeper stops at the foot of the steps, not matter how much it grates. It has been some time since he had to look up at a Sith. He hasn’t missed the feeling.

His Emperor takes his time acknowledging him.

When he is about ready to grind his teeth, not that he has anything better to do these days than wait around, their lord and master turns towards him ever so slightly.

“Leave us.”

What few Imperial Guards litter the hall obey at once. As one they start to file out of the throne room, leaving it even more empty than it was before.

Emperor Sar, a name that had barely even made it into his dossier before his ascension, makes no move to take a seat. Instead, their ruler uncrosses his arms behind his back to wave his guest up.

After a moment’s hesitation Keeper bends to the unspoken command.