Sable and Scarlet

As I watched, the Second Sister Inquisitor descended from her TIE/IN Interceptor onto the rocky expanse of Zeffo. Her figure, clad in armor that merged seamlessly with the encroaching dusk, was a silent testament to her purpose here. In the quiet of this alien world, her arrival was the only sound, her movements the only disturbance in the stillness of the evening. The colors around her were muted, yet her form was clear and vivid against the landscape. The red glow of her lightsaber cut through the dimming light, a solitary hue against the fading day. Her stance was confident, assured, as if every inch of this planet was familiar to her. The moon above cast a soft light upon the scene, its gentle illumination falling upon her armor, creating a delicate interplay of shadow and reflection. The environment, with its gentle mists and subtle light, seemed to pause, acknowledging her presence. There was a sense of anticipation in the air, a charge that emanated from her as she stood there.