Zax prepares his strategy as he travels to Galdof

Zax lounged on the luxurious padded bench in his private shuttle cabin en route to the planet Geldof, his bloated form spilling over the edges as he stared out the viewport at the swirling blue and green world growing larger in his field of vision. Aria was curled up like a dog, asleep at the foot of his bed. Zax’s directive was straightforward: infiltrate Geldof under the guise of negotiation, then extinguish the senator when the moment presented itself. Zax understood that he was being dispatched into this scenario as bait - a ploy by his superiors within the Sith order who were starting to perceive him as a threat yet hesitated to confront him directly. Ever since he had successfully corrupted a jedi apprentice, higher ups within the Sith were viewing him as a threat. Moreover, they intended for this remote planet to serve as a chilling warning to those audacious enough to challenge the authority of the Sith Empire.

Zax was well aware that once he executed the senator Elara, his superiors would disavow any connection to him, leaving him and his daughter at the mercy of Republic's enforcers. A smirk stretched across his plump lips, contorting into a sinister smile. The empire was underestimating his cunning and overvaluing this new contender's abilities. She was merely another naive woman, but Zax had plans to mold her into his perfect tool.

Ordinarily, Zax would have shattered her resistance in one swift move, but such an approach would be too chaotic in this instance. This situation called for an exercise in patience on Zax's part.

Over the course of days and weeks to come, he would work on her, like a skilled artisan chiseling away at a block of unrefined stone. He would start with her ambitions, subtly nudging her towards more self-serving goals, and then fan the flames of corruption that flickered in her heart, luring her with power, money, pleasure, and the illusion of control. By the end of his time here, he was sure he would turn this self-righteous bitch against the concept of democracy itself.

Zax's ruby-hued eyes glazed over as he conjured an image of the once principled senator, her body writhing atop him, a soft plea spilling from her lips, yearning to be of further service to her master. He would shape this public servant into a subservient vessel for his conservative, patriarchal vision. He would twist this champion of the masses until every vestige of altruism was purged from her consciousness.

He had no illusions about the natural hierarchy between them - as a woman, she could never hold the same value in their impending world order as himself. However, he had designs for her in his grand scheme. Once corrupted by his influence, she would serve as the governor of this realm, a marionette whose strings were manipulated solely by him.

He intended to claim every facet of her being - body, mind, and soul - and replace it with an ideal Sith administrative agent. Sure, she would still be a disgusting whore who delighted in **** if he wished it, but she would oversee **** transactions and maintain population control with ruthless efficiency. Yet above all else, he aimed to craft an epitome of femininity that young women across the galaxy could aspire towards - a type of trophy wife par excellence who understood her place beneath men and reveled in it.

The shuttle shuddered as it entered the planet's atmosphere, jolting Zax from his debauched reveries. Zax loved destroying female's autonomy and mind in one fell swoop. Yet, he recognized the necessity of a delicate approach. Upon his arrival, his initial task would be to orchestrate a rendezvous with the senator— an unceremonious assembly between just them two. In that intimate setting, he would commence the tantalizingly slow and delicious unraveling of her convictions.

The ramp extended from the shuttle, lowering him onto the dirt of Geldof like a deity descending from on high. Zax inhaled the wonderful clean air of the planet, knowing that soon, the planet would be choked with the toxic fumes of industries and war machines produced in his name.