The wind rushed softly outside the expansive office of Thyferra's governor, the faint sounds of the summer evening playing lightly in the background as the man went over various reports from the previous weeks. It was reaching the end of the summer cycle on the affluent world, and Xaedrin knew there would be precious few of these types of evenings to come in the near future. His window hung open, allowing the sounds and smells to permeate the large room. He could feel the warmth from outside, but also knew that the temperature was dropping. There would be a chill to the air this evening, following the warm glow of the day. As much as Xaedrin enjoyed the summer weather, thoughts of the cool weather overtaking it brought a muted smile to his lips as he considered various metaphors for the ever constant battle of the opposing philosophies of the Force.
Typically Xaedrin would have already retired from his office, having finished this type of work. However, having just returned from a ... business trip to an outer rim world, he had a lot of catching up to do. Running a planet was hard work; especially one as influential as Thyferra. He sighed as he scrolled through the fifth report on bacta productions he had read today. He knew that it was important, and he had to keep astride the situation of the various government controlled syndicates, but he wished it wasn't so flaming boring. Such was life. Enough! said a voice from inside his head. The voice was small and muted, as if being heard through walls, speaking unaware of him in a separate room. Xaedrin had been hearing that voice for years, and had simply thought himself mad, assuming that his mind was fracturing and that he was hearing a mental embodiment of his emotions. Lately, however, he wasn't so sure. Granted, he was confident he was going mad. But there seemed more to it than that. The madness was becoming more defined - almost self-aware. He would have found it disconcerting if it weren't so fascinating. In a step that was probably further toward the madness, he had taken to speaking to that voice when he heard it. As per his expectations, it never responded. The voice never seemed to be talking to him, after all. In fact, it seemed to be totally unaware of him. Enough of what? he asked himself internally, leaning back and setting down the datapad. There was no answer, of course, and the voice had once again vanished, leaving him to shake his head and chuckle at the ridiculousness that gripped him. Fool, he chided himself
A chime from the ornate door pulled him from his reverie, returning him to reality. "Come," he said as he pressed a comms button on his desk. The door opened to admit a Sith apprentice, wearing an ornate black leather cuirass bearing a small image of the Thyferran crest along with a functional pair of thick leather pants and a dark cowl that concealed part of his visage. Xaedrin had recently developed a group within the TDF called the Shadow Initiative, training his own army of Force-sensitive Sith inquisitors as it were. These Sith, these Shadow Initiates, were his eyes and ears in the galaxy and on Thyferra, and were tasked with anything of real importance that Xaedrin needed accomplished. Their archaic uniforms served as a reminder of their secretive and dangerous nature, though they were rarely worn outside of the governor's palace - unless Xaedrin wanted them noticed.
The man nodded his head in subservience to his master before taking several steps into the room. "Lord Vondiranach, you ordered that the Shadow Initiates keep tabs on a Jedi, one Danuae Verdegrande," he began without preamble. The order had been an odd one, but the Shadow Initiates didn't question their orders - they simply obeyed. "We've discovered that a small band of Executioners have closed in on her position and are moving against her. As far as we can tell, she is unaware of the threat. We have three Initiates in the area, but they are apprentices and the Executioners are Knights. Are we to approach the Executioners and wave them off their target? Should we extricate the Jedi? What are your orders, master?"
Xaedrin's brow furrowed as he considered the news. The Jedi, Danuae, had been one from the delegation that had come to Thyferra several months back. He had been fascinated by her, and for some reason hadn't let that go. He had no idea why he held interest in the girl. She was a mere curiosity. Yet he had ordered the Initiates to monitor her, and had on several occasions made clear that she was to be off limits from other Sith who had begun to move against her. Why had she stuck in his head the way she had? Because she belongs to you, the voice said, startling him slightly. It seemed as though the voice were speaking to him, this time. What do you mean? he responded, once again answered only by silence. The Initiate must have noticed his perplexed expression, as his eyes began shifting slightly around the room - perhaps wondering if he had said something wrong. Xaedrin stood slowly, straightening his black cloak as he did so.
"Prepare my ship," he said decisively. "And chart a course for her location. I will leave immediately." The other man merely nodded his head before silently exiting the office. Xaedrin stood staring after him for a moment, trying to puzzle out the whole situation. Are you there? he asked the voice. There was no response.