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[inquisitorium]

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[nouskaiananki]

Vader had an extremely small group of allies, and had he still hands, they could be numbered on one, with digits remaining and his acolytes where counted within that group. And of them, only Vaneé had met all of them. But he had plans for Trilla soon, a contingency plan to lay out, which would nessetate a meeting. It was, in fact, what he was doing when she arrived.

In truth, after ten years of hunting Kenobi, if she had managed to track his location in days, he'd have been incredulous. Third Sister, for all her...lessor potential had still been an Inquisitor: she knew how they hunted. It would take time, and he was willing to give her weeks to turn up a lead before his mood would turn to displeasure.

Expecting an audience or no, he was not actually in his audience chamber, but an antechamber, gloves fingers typing up a message. She could could wait a few moments until the core of the message was constructed.

Finally he rose, striding into the chamber, taking in her posture, her presence. Studying. "Second sister, you have me with your attendance so soon after departing."