The Republic and the Unmasking (Sartoris!verse, implied Jace/Satele)
Whoops, I meant to post this earlier but then I went out dancing. My bad. :P
Have some Sartoris-verse Republic silliness surrounding Darth Marr’s unmasking! Plot and Kryn belong to @inquisitorhotpants who always graciously lets me play in her sandbox. <3
By the time the Imperial strike team leaves Tython, Satele is already expecting some formal announcement as to Vitiate’s successor. After all, the Empire would not be much of one without an emperor, and it doesn’t take a Force user to predict the name that must be passed along as said successor, given the current state of the galaxy.
Apparently, and yet woefully unsurprisingly, Saresh does not expect the announcement as much as she does. That is clear enough at the Supreme Chancellor’s bitter expression when she enters the office to find Darth Marr’s acceptance broadcast playing in full color and sound.
Jace is already waiting there, his somewhat pinched look softening to genuine warmth and, once Saresh redirects her gaze back to the screen, an eyeroll the size of which he has only ever saved for their dealings with Saresh. She tilts an eyebrow at him, both a sign of amusement and a silent question, and his lips curl into a hint of a smirk. “Just in time.” He nods towards the broadcast as Marr makes his way into view of the screen. “Pushing it close, are we, Grand Master?”
Satele can only shake her head in response as she settles into a more comfortable position, clasping her hands loosely in front of her. Jace, exasperation expressed, at least for now, shifts to settle beside her, his arms folded across his chest. Meanwhile, Saresh is getting increasingly more irate, judging from her posture and the tight grip she has on her glass, and from the corner of her eye, Satele can see Jace subtly counting down from ten.