Two Night Raptors, how had he not seen this coming. Both Darth Vexatus and Tasha’Vel, one had stated spewing doomsday prophecy about a ritual that needs to be completed to save the Clan, the later joining the upstart Rollmaster after he started having visions about a possible threat to the Clan. Plus learning that his own Master had sided with the Rollmaster almost had him questioning his choice of which side he should have been on. No, his was the correct choice, the only choice to be made. But having someone this close to him side with someone else had caused him to doubt himself as a leader and had him questioning the different philosophies of each group. This caused him to seek out the Consul and voiced his concern about his Battleteam members choices. In the end, Locke had told him to continue proving his loyalty, and help retrieve the shards for him. But he needed answers, one he knew he would never get them from, but Tasha should be able to give him the answers that he sought.

After the Conclave, where everyone had made their choices, he had looked for his Battleteam Sergeant, but was unable to before she left with the rest of Marcus’ group. He knew Vexatus would eventually make an appearance, but since he had had very little dealings with him since his assignment to the Night Raptors he knew little of what he was thinking. But he knew Tasha and he knew her past, and knew that in-fighting within the Clan was something that would trouble her deeply. Loyalty runs deep in her mind, and while he knew that she would do most anything to protect the Clan, her loyalty to her Master ran deeper.

He had hoped that he would have been afforded the chance to talk with her before they met on the battle field. A vain hope as when he was finally able to catch up with her, she had been knocked unconscious after she had had a violent Force encounter with a shard-wielding Bentre. He didn’t know what had happened leading up to that point, but he had felt the effects of that Force push. After he had picked himself up off the ground, he had told his commando team to secure the other figure while he attended to Tasha. She was right there, and he had so many questions he wanted to ask her, but he knew that he would not have time to as he sensed someone drawing near. A Jedi presence, that had to be Sang.

He was still thinking about all this when his wrist controller started chirping at him. Why would there be something wrong with the retrieval sphere? It was at that same moment that his Master came leaping over the boulder, where he had placed the shard holding sphere, and incapacitated his Shadow Commandos. Well, now this is different, Armad had thought as he watched his Master not kill any of them. Damn his Master for being able to get near him without him knowing, a curse of being around his Master so much during his training.

So many questions he needed answered, but it seemed that Macron did not want to talk, as he was barreling toward Armad with the intent of challenging his Apprentice once again in combat. As his Master was bearing down on him, he sensed that the shard was secured in a container on Macron’s belt. Gah, why did his Master always have to make things difficult for him. Pulling heavily on the Force, Armad conjured the image of his Master’s sister, Anaxela, and had her appear to stand in my place. Able to barely dodge the enraged attack, Armad was able to slice open the container, retrieve it with the sphere and send it back towards the waiting shuttle. As Armad saw a whitish puff emanating from his Master's armor, the only think he could think of was “You bastard!” And as he fell into unconsciousness, he was deeply angered that his questions wouldn't get answered and that he'd have to wait to ask them.