Creon wasn't certain on the larger scope of the situation for the mission he was involved with. His time spent away from Brotherhood matters in the peaceful villa of Naboo kept him unaware of the ongoings within the unknown regions the Brotherhood operated in. His return and transition from the Odanites to Naga Sadow had changed the atmosphere of his progression in the jedi arts, light or dark. Yet the work was always similar no matter where he went. Unfortunately, he had not the upbringing with planned parenthood to specialize him in a skill or trade, and thus his only value is his expendability. This often put him in jobs that required conflict management, security, or covert operations. Like so many other warriors before him he rolled the dice with his life to make a living. He was not alone, however, for an entire squad of sadowans was on this mission. The cargo value was not only too expensive to account for loss, but if reverse engineered could turn the tides of war against the Brotherhood. This was all Creon needed to know for his work. His squad pulled regular shifts, and indeed there were many days of peace where it seemed little over a simple courier job. It wasn't until after a month that the enemy made their second attempt. Security breaches were sporadic, and often many will think the window of opportunity for heists would be done when peace and time lets one's guard down. Vigilance and patience kept the team alert, and when the terrorists came to make claim of the weapon's cache, they instead found a squad of Force Users. There wasn't violence, for the men had good sense to surrender. Though this didn't help in their mistreatment when tortured and interrogated for information. The Sadowans squeezed what little sanity these thieves had, and names were spilled of all who were involved that led to their involvement. These men were hired by a third party mercenary group in order to both prevent a direct correlation to their employer, and to not expend their own organic resources for reclamation missions. They were not the only one’s hired, as this was an open job posting available for all willing to support in sabotaging the brotherhood’s efforts. Upon retirement back to his quarters from a smooth mission’s success, Creon took upon himself to look into these names, and find out just what the Brotherhood had been up to during his absence. Of course they were always busy, with a struggle with something new around every corner. It gave Creon a depressed feeling, worrying that not only would the multiple factions put the council at a war front with too many adversaries at once. Resources would need to be spread, which will eat them from the inside out. This doesn’t also discount the natural competitive drive of the Sith, which all in once has dwindled the populous of membership further approaching desolation. In contemplating this introspection of plausible foresight, it would take much work for Creon to help support a revival. But is that the will of the ruling caste?

He shook his head. Too many thoughts after a long day from another simple and smooth success job. The worse has yet to come. He needed to train and prepare for what comes next.