The crimson child -Male Sith Reader-

Shadows of suspicion

The private chamber echoed with the weight of your words as Barriss Offee pledged her loyalty once again. With a nod, you acknowledged her commitment, recognizing the need for caution and precision in the unfolding events. Mandalore's destiny rested on a delicate balance, and any misstep could jeopardize the carefully crafted illusion you had woven.

As you exited the private chamber, Barriss at your side, the bustling corridors of the Mandalorian palace greeted you. The echoes of political discussions and the subtle hum of activity resonated through the air. The grandeur of Mandalore's capital masked the intricacies beneath the surface—a city entangled in political turmoil and external threats.

You returned to the throne room, where Duchess Satine awaited the collaboration between Padawan Barriss Offee and Nathema's resources. Ahsoka Tano, now engaged in conversation with Mandalorian officials, focused on her assigned task of instilling ethical values in Mandalore's future leaders.

Duchess Satine approached, her regal presence commanding attention. "Lord (S/N), Padawan Offee, I trust your collaboration will yield positive results. Mandalore's safety is of the utmost importance."

You offered a reassuring smile, concealing the undercurrents of manipulation. "Indeed, Duchess. Padawan Offee and I are committed to uncovering the truth behind the drug epidemic and ensuring Mandalore's prosperity."

Barriss nodded in agreement, her expression a mask of determination. "We will work diligently to address this threat and bring those responsible to justice."

Duchess Satine, her gaze sincere, expressed her gratitude. "I appreciate the support Nathema is providing in these challenging times. May the Force guide your investigation, Lord (S/N), and may justice prevail."

You bowed respectfully, maintaining the facade of a concerned ally. "Thank you, Duchess Satine. We shall keep you informed of our progress."

As you and Padawan Offee left the throne room, the grandeur of Mandalore's palace seemed to close in around you. Barriss walked beside you, her steps echoing through the corridor.

"Master (S/N), what are our next steps?" Barriss asked with a mix of hidden curiosity and restraint in her voice.

You glanced at Barriss, the shadows playing across her features. The subtle blue glow of Nathema's unique atmosphere cast an otherworldly hue on the surroundings, enhancing the clandestine nature of your conversation.

"Padawan Offee, our next move requires precision and subtlety," you began, your tone measured. "We will stage incidents across the capital, each carefully designed to cast doubt on the Republic's ability to maintain order. The goal is to manipulate public opinion, fostering discontent with the Republic and, in turn, strengthening the perceived necessity of Nathema's involvement."

Barriss nodded, her eyes reflecting understanding. "But how do we achieve that without arousing suspicion? The Republic sent us here with a specific mission, and the Jedi Code dictates a thorough and impartial investigation."

You tilted your head, a sly smile playing on your lips. "Indeed, Padawan. That is where your role becomes crucial. Mishandle the investigation, subtly sabotage the Republic's efforts, and allow the Mandalorian citizens to witness the Republic's inadequacies firsthand. This will plant the seeds of doubt and discontent."

Barriss hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing. "But won't that compromise our mission's integrity? What if the Republic discovers our true intentions?"

You placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Trust in the shadows, Barriss. I've woven webs of deception for far longer than you can imagine. Your loyalty to me ensures our success. The Republic will be blind to our true motives."