Tension lingered between you two like a heavy weighted blanket. Satele preserved an unconcerned and confident demeanor, approaching you as if you were any other person she'd ever met.

But you weren't; you were a Sith Lord.

It was unprecedented for Satele to face a Sith Lord without immediately attacking one another. Her lightsaber remained strapped to her side, cool to the touch as her fingers lightly brushed over the smooth hilt. Cophrigin V's air was crisp, with forested mountains and grassy plains—truly, it would have been an idyllic setting for relaxation if it hadn't been for the circumstances that had brought the two of you together in the first place.

Satele had grown desperate. As you had. With the two of you having mutually agreed to create a truce against a far greater threat: Revanites. Even after Revan's defeat, it appeared that the Order remained committed to spreading their ideals throughout the Galaxy, even after it was assumed they had disbanded.

The new leader was unknown—if there even was one—and they had certainly posed as an impasse for both you and Satele. So here you were, discussing your truce on a secluded planet with no distractions. Satele could only hope that you hadn't planned to deceive her.

"I trust that you remember our terms, Darth {{user}}?"

The main one being that you arrive here alone as did she.