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Revak Kur 12656

A Small Layover

Revak slowly walked down the ramp of his Lambda class shuttle and quietly made his way down the long corridors of Pharos station. He could hear the joy and excitement of the other members of the Clan off in the distance but chose not to partake in any of the festivities. Not just yet. He handles war well but gets drained after long deployments. He needs his time to relax and unwind. Revak made his way to his chamber and pressed his keycard against the security pad. It beeped at him but didn’t open. Tired and aggravated, he leaned his head against the door in defeat. 

“Why doesn’t anything work around here?” he mumbled to himself.

He could open the keypad and tinker with the locking mechanism but chose not to. Instead he thinks of another place he could sit and rest. Pharos station, while being a military outpost did have a small garden area people could go that was peaceful. Chances are it was occupied. He reached under his robes and pulled out his comlink.

“Kur to Maintenance.”

“Maintenance on, go ahead.”

“I'm locked out again.”

“... okay, sending someone down.”

Moments later a human male approaches. He looked just as tired as Revak, worn out from long hours of repairs.

“This one seems to be getting the best of us, eh?” the man said jokingly to break the tension.

Revak struggled to smile slightly at the man’s statement. He didn’t want to be rude to the tired man but he just couldn’t muster enough energy for anything more.

After a couple minutes of the man tinkering with the keypad; the door opened.

“There you go Sir, I’ll be around in case you need anything.”

Revak thanked the man then walked inside. He tossed the comlink on the bed. The door slammed behind him.

In the room were a few personal items. Moving around as much as the House does, he tries to keep only what he needs with him so he can quickly pack up and head out again. The room has a bed, a locker for supplies, a computer kiosk, and a particularly comfortable chair that he stole from one of the other chambers when he was first stationed here. He could sit in it for hours and time would just pass by. He walked over to it, ran his hand over the soft leather arm and sat down. He closed his eyes and was lost in his mind.

Memories of the war appeared to him first. Moments that stood out. People that he encountered. Especially those who he would never see again. Sadness began to radiate through him. His body sank in the seat. The screams of the civilians. The hissing of lightsabers and blaster bolts. The explosions that silenced them all.

In his mind he gathered himself and his thoughts began to drift in another direction. He began to look back at all the decisions he made. Critique his actions. He viewed failure as a learning experience but it still pained him to make mistakes. This is why he favored quiet reflection over immediate celebration. He could look back and see where he could have made other choices. Possibly saving more lives. Lives that he would not have to blame himself for losing. This sadness that he felt, he never showed anyone. He kept it hidden especially from those under his command. Not that he was ashamed of it, just that he had to maintain an image of strength to help propel his command forward. He cleared his mind to allow these feelings to take hold of him. To bask in the darkness that these emotions bring.

Bing!

Revaks concentration broke as his comlink notified him of an incoming message. He reached out with the Force, took hold of the comlink and placed it on his lap before answering it.

“Revak, get out of your head and come celebrate.” his Aedile Tisto shouted obnoxiously loud so he could be heard over the loud music in the background.

Revak took a second to get back into the present before he responded, “Yeah, I’ll be down in a second.”

He stood up, fixed his robes then walked back over to the door. Instead of opening for him it let out two loud beeps.

He let out a long sigh.

Constantine Pin 10484 Clan Vizlsa

Hi l don’t have much time, but l have a story to tell you!. And yes l am talking to you, the young guy in the dark robe trying to look cool in the bar corner, sitting there with no drink!, here have a drink on me Mister. Right now l have your attention, it all began when my Clan leader sent me on a mission, to grab as much jewels and gold from the other, Clans of the brotherhood, it was a top secret mission of course but l didn’t know that it was a smash and grab, and get the hell out of the brother-hood, as fast as you can job, l thought l could stay and settle, no chance not for me!. Anyway l went round the usual places, you know back yards, got a hit on a few keys, for some serious, loot. Another drink bud, you look as though you need one!. Anyway here you go, my friend!, where was l oh yes! The loot and keys l found the keys to a high profile Clan. I think it’s called Clan Arcona, some House called Qel-Droma, or something like that l thought this would be an easy job, in out and gone, but what did l know l thought l was doing a good job and doing right by my leader, but you know when the nurf hits the fan it goes. This was a really good set up by someone, l don’t know it smelled like someone, was given a tip off. And Pazza! They tired to get me, next thing l know, ha l was on a Wanted Poster 5000 credits, would you believe, and Guess who put it out, Bud l bet you can’t guess. The Big Chef himself, GrandMaster Mav, Jes l never knew l was so popular, lol. Well l suppose you want me to go with you now, Along that Green Mile, well l have nothing to do but sit here and wait for the clock to tick. Yeah they got me good, and stitched up so tight you need a light saber to cut the bag open, l don’t why l fall for it but l fall for every time. Well Gov, you know what they say” it’s a fair cop Gov, lol”. Oh one last drink before we go, shall we make it a large one this time, l got another tale to tell you! . Oh but that can wait for another time, Gov finished your drink all ready, Okay l am coming Gov, don’t rush me now! Got all the time in the Universe, l sure the burner can wait a bit, longer just for me lol!. O there’s the Minister wanting his coin and he say a prayer for you!. Well here you Sir 15 credit coin for you, to say the last prayer for me Sir, Well that’s the last you here from old Constantine, nice talking to you Warden Minister, and it’s Goodbye from me!.

The sunrise never really bothered Zodac, the warmth of light offered a comfort he was rarely able to feel. It felt surreal in its own right, like it wasn’t actually happening; as if some heavenly savior was coming down to save this sinner from himself, but Zodac knew he was not worthy of such things. He was a filthy mercenary, taking odd jobs merely to sustain himself, scrounging for scraps like an animal - not that he was far from one.

This morning, however, he felt no comfort. Instead, a cold, constant breeze that brought goosebumps to his exposed arms. This foreign feeling opened the eyes of the nomad instantly, his arm reaching up, his finger instinctively making a pulling motion, but to no avail. No shots were fired and all was silent, and in the heat of the moment, he was convinced he was somehow robbed of his only possessions, the gear he bore and the clothes on his back. To his utter dismay, as the realization of his situation set in, he was not in some dark room he would have rented from a tapster for cheap with a bed as hard as stone. He discovered it to be a dorm eerily similar to those on Jedha from when he was a hovertank commander.

He looked down at his hands to find the scars that blanketed his body had all but disappeared, skin as soft as it was in days long past. Zodac trembled, eyes darting all about the room, the muffled sound of music blaring from behind a closed door nearby. His clothes had changed too, from his usual get-up of armor and dirty clothes to clean, fresh leisure-wear, supplied from the Empire. Moping toward the sound, he felt a lump in his throat, tremble present, face white as a grand admiral uniform. His steps were careful and slow, heart palpitating, something he hadn’t felt since the battle on Jakku.

Pushing open a creaking old door, he was instantly able to make out the faces of soldiers that had previously been under his command. The lot of them, who were once as young as he, were sitting around a crate playing sabacc without a worry in the world. Viera, the woman he loved, sat there with a joyous smile, as beautiful as he remembered. Perhaps even more so, now that he was able to see her in the flesh. The squeak of the door's hinges brought the eyes of everyone onto him, and a smile to all of their faces.

“Commander, commander! Come, join us! We’ve just begun!” Eli called, the youngest of the soldiers, raising his hand and patting the seat beside him. Zodac blinked a few times, his heart beating as rapidly as it could. His breathing became heavy, eyes darting from face to face.

Everyone was… happy.

Now panting like a dog, a tear ran down his cheek. Not of joy to see the people he had cared for the most, the people who forever stained his memory, but of fear. This was not a reality. His soldiers had fallen before him, many of which he held as they gave their final breaths.

To be honest, he didn’t know what it was, but he knew it wasn’t real.

“Commander?”

With a heavy heart and a trembling jaw, he shakily nodded as to acknowledge the young man.

“Will you join us?” The voice echoed, eyes of the dead gazing upon him.

There was no response.

Tears hit the floor with no indication they would stop. Zodac walked to a door that lead to the outdoors, but it was locked. He violently shook the door, but it rattled and nothing more. Some of the men stood in concern for their commander, but his wide eyes gazed upon them.

“None of us have been able to leave. We called for help some time ago, but nobody's come ‘round. Playin’ cards to kill time. Come on, play a few hands and we’ll be out soon, no biggie. Just sit down.” One said, approaching Zodac.

“Stay the fuck away from me. Get the fuck away from me!” He screamed, trying to push the soldier back. “Don’t you fucking dare approach me!” He cried out, his voice cracking.

Viera stood, her hands up, trying to calm the crazed commander down. Her soft words were soothing, but they were not real. None of this was real. He must have died in his sleep he thought, been killed or something, and he was unsure if he was in heaven or hell here among his soldiers, people who he once called friends. Among people he loved, who had died because of his loyalty to a tyrant. Whatever god waited above knew of this sinner, whose atrocities could never be forgotten or forgiven, and has cast judgement.

A tortured soul, who filled the shell of a hollow person. If this was heaven, he thought, he'd rather be in hell.

The others stood and rushed to Zodac, a scream of terror filling the air. They grabbed him, attempting to hold his arms to his sides and grabbing his kicking legs, bringing their commander to the ground. He continued to claw at the arms that appeared to hold him down, but his resistance was futile. Unable to move even an inch, he was beginning to run short on breath. Zodac felt light headed, but continued to kick and scream, desperate.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and was surrounded by people, not his peers, but strangers who had gathered to watch the insane man kick around and yell in his sleep. Some had come to help as well, trying to force Zodac awake by shaking him. Laying among filth in an alley, he sat up panting and looking at those who surrounded him.

“Go on, git. Nothin’ more to see.” He called out. While the small crowd went along, a few stayed to make sure the human wasn’t on death sticks or anything similar. He assured them he would be fine, that it was merely a night terror, and to move on.

After they had finally left, Zodac propped himself against the wall, and sunk his face into his hands. Though he tried his damndest not to, he began to cry. As the morning light took Zodac into its warm embrace, he felt no comfort. Truthfully, he didn’t know what to feel at all.

Plagueis: Adapt, Ascend, Avail Under our Dread Lord, we won't fail! We will make our enemies wail As the dark side helps us prevail!

For Sadow! For Sadow! Our battle cry, For Sadow! For Sadow! We do or we die.

For Glory! For Glory! With all our might, For Glory! For Glory We will win the fight.

For Honour! For Honour! Together we go, For Honour! For Honour! We will slay the foe.

For Victory! For Victory! Cowardice is a sin, For Victory! For Victory! Go forward and win!

Nightmares & Dreamscapes

Research Site Planet Morak

Sergeant Lorgan sat making the final checks to her equipment as the shuttle made it's final approach towards the planets surface. She looked up at the platoon who were doing likewise. She stood up from his place on the benches either side of the cabin. “Alright boys and girls this is it. We make landfall and move out. This might be nothing or it might be something serious. Either way we remember we're the best platoon in the best company in the Warhost. Do you hear me?” “Yes ma'am!” they responded. “Officer on deck,” Lorgan announced as she stood and saluted, the other eighteen members of the platoon doing likewise. The officer in question was Lieutenant Treger. Twenty years old and determined to prove himself in what was his first solo command. “At ease,” he said as clearly as possible and waited until they sat down again. “Okay platoon here is the situation. We are inbound to the planet Morak to investigate why our research station has gone quiet. The last communication we had from them was five days ago and reported normally. It is entirely possible they have a communications problem they have been able to fix. If that is the case we will lend any assistance possible to get them back online. If however it is not that simple then we will do whatever is necessary to determine what and resolve the situation.” “Whatever that may be,” a voice said from the corner of the cabin. An armoured figure was stood leant against the wall, swaddled in a black cloak. He had drawn curious glances from the platoon when he had unexpectedly boarded as they departed the ISD Perdition. After a quick conversation with the officer and the sergeant he had withdrawn to quiet corner of the shuttle and rebuffed all attempts at conversation. Now he detached himself and walked calmly to the centre of the cabin. “Listen to me all of you. I am Malisane Sadow, some of you may have heard of me.” The sudden serious reaction around the room indicated they had. “The Morak research site is of extreme interest to the Clan we serve. As your officer and your NCO have indicated the fact it has gone quiet is a matter of concern to us. The nature of the work being done here is not your concern, only that it is of the highest secrecy. I am here to ensure the security of this mission. Anything you find out of the ordinary you will report to your lieutenant, sergeant or myself. Anything you see you will not share with anyone outside this platoon until you are debriefed. . The consequences for doing otherwise will be grave.” “I am sure we all understand that do don't we?” Sergeant Lorgan asked loudly. “Yes sergeant!” the platoon responded. Lorgan glanced over at a right light which had begun to flash. “Alright this is it.”

The shuttle landed and immediately the platoon disembarked, forming into squads. At an order from the sergeant four of the troopers moved into position flanking the ramp. The rest of the platoon made their way across the rocky ground towards a squat fabricated building fifty metres away. Malisane walked beside the lieutenant as the sun shone down on the approaching building, the metal glinting in the light. Ahead of them Sergeant Lorgan lead the way, looking to her left to her left at a trooper who was carrying a scanner, concentrating on it. Malisane heard the trooper say something to the sergeant who raised her voice, “No signs of life in the immediate area sir,” she advised, “and no sign of power from the building either.” Lieutenant Treger nodded and glanced at the Sith who appeared unphased by the news. “Ok we proceed with caution, sergeant send a squad in to investigate and secure the perimeter building.” “You heard the lieutenant,” Lorgan said loudly, “A squad proceed on target. B and D Squad circle the perimeter and report anything.” Cautiously holding their rifles ready the squad of four troopers approached the building. One of them placed a hand on the panel next to the door. There was no response. Carefully with his squad members ready he tried the door which slid open as he pulled it. Immediately a light illuminated on his blaster rifle and helmet as the squad entered the building. Malisane and Treger waited while Sergeant Lorgan listened to her communicator. After a few seconds she turned. “It's secure but they've found something sir.”

Leaving the remaining squad outside the officer, the NCO and the Sith made their way inside, turning on their own lights. Inside the entrance to the building was dark, and the area was quiet except for their footsteps. Malisane's display flashed as he looked round the room and regarded the trooper who was crouched next to a mass which was clearly a body. “There are more in here,” another trooper reported from a nearby room. Malisane joined the trooper. The corpse was wearing the armour of the Warhost, similar to the troopers with them. The surface of the chest was ripped, leaving a long tear in the metal covered in dried blood which had pooled out onto the floor. Malisane felt an unusual unsettled feeling. He stood and walked into the nearby room. It was a laboratory. One of the troopers was assembling a more powerful light from his backpack which eventually illuminated the room in a soft light. It was a laboratory, with several benches around the room and a large machine at one end and several cabinets. Another trooper was examining a white suited body on the floor whose clothing was soaked with blood, while another dead trooper lay by the machine. “There's more in the personnel quarters,” Lieutenant Treger said quietly as he entered the room. “All ours, all deceased and they've all been ripped by someone or something.” Malisane could feel fear and queasiness radiating off the young officer. “Anything else?” “The generator has been smashed,” Treger replied, “the sergeant is assessing the nature of the damage but she says it doesn't look good.” Malisane crouched by the body of the second trooper. He picked up the blaster rifle held in the corpse's hand and examined it, then glanced at the wall. “He was shooting at something,” the Sith mused as his gaze tracked around to the wall, “the shots were erratic whatever he shot was moving quickly.” Treger nodded. “It looks like it yes. We should secure this building then report back. With the power down here that means the shuttle.” Malisane stood. “Very well.”

Back on the shuttle Lieutenant Vorcer sat in the pilot's chair. She was reading a datapad calmly while her co pilot was in the back making drinks in the tiny galley. She thumbed the communicator to she troopers stood outside. “Anything going on out there?” “Negative ma'am,” the reply came back, “all quiet.” “Very well,” she replied. She turned her head. “Is it coming Drack?” “Nearly ready ma'am,” the co pilot replied, “you like it strong.” “Yeah make sure it is,” she replied back in a mock stern voice. “Affirmative ma'am.” She smiled as she sat back. After a few seconds she hit the communicator again. “Hey do you guys want some refreshments out there?” she asked. She paused listening. “Hey can you hear me?” She frowned studying the display. “Drack the comms might be playing up again, get in here.” She waited again. “Drack!” She pushed herself out of the chair and turned. Then she froze in horror at what was in front of her. Then she felt a brief second of agony as claws pierced her chest.

Malisane waited outside the building while the sergeant was giving orders to her troopers. “A Squad remain in the building keep working on the generator. D Squad secure the exterior. I want regular reports. B and C with us.” Treger was also waiting. “Alright with us. Keep your eyes peeled. Whoever did this might be long gone or they may be around. Once we've reported back we'll make a wider search. Malisane could still feel the lieutenant's nervousness, which was also radiating to a lesser extent off the other troopers. He felt an apprehension himself, an emotion he was not used to. There was something familiar about all of this. He followed the officer and the NCO as the two squads fanned out either side of them, studying the empty rocky landscape for signs of life. Treger was on the communicator. “Lieutenant Vorcer, this is Lieutenant Treger we are returning. Please prepare for a transmission back to the fleet.” He paused. “Please come in Vorcer.” There was still no reply. He turned to the Sergeant who had stopped. “This is damn peculiar.” Sergeant Lorgan was looking ahead suspiciously at the shuttle. “E Squad should be outside. Where the hell are they?” She clicked her communicator. “Lorgan to E Squad, why aren't you at your posts?” After a few seconds of silence she raised her voice. “Gormer, Arnock, any of you, report.” “There's something here,” Treger said quietly. Malisane focused. “I can not feel anything ahead.” “Scanner,” the sergeant snapped at one of her troopers. “Negative sergeant,” the trooper replied, “no movement, no sign of life.” He made an adjustment. “And no power signals sergeant.” “The hell,” she muttered. She glanced at the lieutenant who was staring at the quiet ship, it's ramp still down. “D Squad anything at your end?” “All quiet sergeant.” “Proceed cautiously,” Treger ordered. “Just as the lieutenant says,” the sergeant ordered, “keep them peeled.” Slowly the three of them moved forward, one of the squads moving in front of them and the other splitting to flank them.

Malisane could sense something faint now, something unnatural. He drew his sword, gripping it as he followed the troopers, trying to make sense of what he could feel. “Blood here,” a trooper reported near the ramp, “lots of it, leading inside.” Lorgan looked up the ramp, her rifle aimed inside. “They're in there.” “But what?” the Lieutenant asked nervously. “There is only one way to find out.” Malisane watched as the Sergeant lead a squad inside. He was still trying to sense what was in there. Then he heard the familiar sound of blasters firing and he made for the ramp quickly, sword raised. Then something hit him, a grey shape that smashed him out of the way as it bounded past, sending him crashing to the rocky floor and his sword tumbling from his fingers. Two troopers fired and blaster bolts scorched flesh before it was amongst them, lashing out with it's long arms and claws rending through flesh. Malisane quickly rolled to his feet, his hand going to his lightsaber and igniting it as he could hear more blaster fire as the troopers from outside the building nearby began to run forward, shooting. He looked around and saw a grey flash as whatever was there leapt onto the roof of the shuttle. The Sith moved quickly to follow, turning to try and follow it's movement and then he froze.

From on top of the upper wing of the shuttle something perched. Malisane stood holding his saber in his hand as he looked up at it. “Not here,” he murmured, “it can't be.” Slowly the reptilian eyes moved from the approaching troopers to focus on the Sith and they slowly narrowed in recognition. Then it leapt. Malisane stood frozen as the grey shape dropped towards him, his vision absorbing every familiar feature as the grey scaled reptilian filled his vision before he moved by instinct alone, leaping aside creature slashed at him, claws tearing his cloak as it swirled behind him. The creature landed and leapt again as Malisane swung the saber towards it, slicing the blade along the skin but not piercing. Blaster bolts hit the creature as it landed knocking it forward slightly but glancing off the scaled flesh. The creature turned as the troopers reached it and fired. Malisane watched, emotion raging through him, watching it leapt towards them with a morbid fascination. Then he felt a hand grip his own, dragging him. He vision snapped around as he saw the armoured figure of Lieutenant Treger. “We must retreat.” Malisane raged with emotions. He ran from nothing, he had faced all the Clan's enemies alone or alongside his fellows with confidence or a determination not to back down in the face of even overwhelming odds. But this was something else. He turned and with the Lieutenant ran up the ramp, two troopers firing at the creature as they followed. As it moved for them Malisane lashed out with the force, smashing it as hard as he could at the creatures chest sending it sprawling backwards. “Emergency lock,” he shouted and one of the troopers wrenched a lever on the wall, and the mechanism dragged the ramp up, closing it with a loud clash of metal. Malisane fell back against the metal wall, his heart racing. Then slowly he sank to the floor, pulling off his helmet as he gasped for air. He rested his head against the wall staring at the wall opposite, his heart racing in his chest and the smell of blood in his nostrils sickening.

Lieutenant Treger looked around the dark cabin, his light ignited again. The floor was covered in bodies, only this time these were his own troopers. He heard a groan and moved quickly forward. Sergeant Lordan was slumped on the floor clutching her side, her helmet removed revealing her pale face shrouded by short dark hair. “Sergeant are you alright?” “Just a scratch sir,” she replied weakly. “Check the cockpit,” Treger ordered loudly as he moved her hands and examined the wound under the torn metal. “It doesn't look too bad if we can patch you up you should be alright.” One of the troopers knelt by her with a medikit. “As I said just a scratch sir,” she replied, “I was the lucky one.” “Lieutenant Vorcer and the co pilot are dead sir,” the other trooper reported, “and the controls are smashed, as is the power generator.” Treger removed his own helmet, wiping a hand over his face. “Who do we have left? What about A Squad? Did they leave the building.” He clicked his communicator. “A Squad, come in A Squad. This is Lieutenant Treger, report.” There was a crackle then, “Here sir, we're still inside. The generator is fried we can't reactivate it. Do you want us to report back?” “Negative. There is an unknown hostile outside. Barricade yourselves inside as possible and await orders.” “Affirmative sir, wait sir there's..” The sound of blaster fire came over the communicator and then silence. “Are you there?” Treger demanded. A Squad, report!” “They're dead sir,” Sergeant Lordan told him weakly. “What the hell is that thing?” “It's called Firak,” a voice replied quietly.

They turned to the Sith who was sat quietly on the floor, his scarred and damaged features studying them. “You know that creature?” the Lieutenant demanded. Malisane shut his eyes, integral black lenses covering them beneath where his eyelids had been. “A long time ago I was a young Imperial officer, not much older than you. I was sent to lead a force to investigate a group of rogue scientists who were hiding on a remote planet. To protect themselves they had set up multiple defences, highly sophisticated. And something else they called Project Firak, that creature, designed to defend from or hunt force users. Strong, fast, intelligent and highly resistant to weapons and the force. As far as we can determine it killed them when we got there we found an empty facility and that creature. It wiped out most of my force before I ordered a heavy weapons strike trapping and killing it in a building. Or so I thought.” The sergeant raised her head. “I'm guessing not.” “No. A decade later it turned up in the Orian system. How we do not know we think it stowed away on a ship. We encountered it on the planet Aeotheran when we were infiltrating a group of terrorists and we fought it and once again we failed to kill it though we lost several members. It has turned up several times since with fatal results and each time we have driven it off but we can not put the thing down.” “So what is it doing here?” the Lieutenant demanded. The lenses retracted. “I have no idea.”

The Lieutenant thought for a few moments. “It's obvious we can't stop that thing, but it shouldn't be able to get in here. Procedure dictates if we do not contact command in forty eight hours they will send a company strength rescue party. They ought to be able to handle it.” “That will not help Lieutenant,” Sergeant Lordan replied weakly, propping herself up on her elbows, “the power is off. That means the oxygenerator is also off. With the ship sealed that means we have the air we came in with. We'll have suffocated before they even realised we were missing.” Treger glanced at Malisane. “So what are our options?” Malisane did not answer. His eyes were fixed on the metal floor in front of him. What could beat the creature. He had seen it shot, sabered, blown up and it healed and kept coming. If he had a party of strong Clan members he had a hope. With himself, four troopers one of which was injured and no heavy weapons what hope did he have? But his other option was to sit here and die a cowards death. That was against every instinct in his body. Finally he stood up. “I will not die like this. What weapons do we have?” “There are explosives in the munitions cabinet,” the Sergeant replied. “Show me.”

The creature crouched on a rock patiently, watching the shuttle. It could sense the force user inside, and the others as a weaker presence. Hatred surged through it. It studied the ship in front of it, memories of similar technology flicking through it's memory as it looked for a weakness that would allow it in to find it's prey and kill. Then it tensed as it saw movement in front of it. With a metallic clang the ramp dropped quickly. Firak tensed as it sensed the force user and slowly the figure walked down the ramp and the preys head turned towards the creature as their gazes met. It flexed it's limbs waiting for the moment to strike, and then it stopped, it's reptilian eyes flickering over the figure, recognising the devices strapped over the body.

Malisane looked up at the creature slowly, resisting the urge to run back into the shuttle. He would not run. Gripping the device in his hand he slowly began to walk towards the rock it perched on, hearing the ramp shut behind him as the Lieutenant and the remaining troopers winched it back up. Firak's eyes bored into him and he could sense the indecision it must feel, between the urge to kill it's prey and it's preservation instinct. He knew the creature was assessing the situation in it's reptilian brain, looking for an opening. Slowly he walked forward, moving a hand down to one of the explosive packages strapped to his chest and unclipped it. He saw the creatures eyes move to the hand watching it as slowly he drew it back. The battlelord tensed himself, and then threw the package. The explosive bounced onto the rock and then exploded, sending debris flying into the air as the creature leapt backwards, seeming to almost somersault in the air before landing smoothly. It growled at him, and began to slowly circle him. Malisane kept an eye on the creature as he gripped another package, still holding the detonator in his left hand. He began moving slowly away from the creature and the ship, keeping an eye on Firak's movements. The creature followed him, ready to move again if he threw.

Slowly the ramp lowered again and Lieutenant Treger looked out. He gestured to the troopers behind him, and slowly they made their way down the ramp, Sergeant Lordan doing her best to ignore her bandaged wounded side as the pain drugs did their work. Each gripped their rifles as they made their way across the ground, keeping their movements subtle. The creature's eyes flicked to them, judging them for any hostile intent, before they flicked back to the battlelord. At that moment Malisane threw the second explosive, and then broke into a quick jog. As the creature leapt the four troopers quickly broke into a run. Firak emerged from the explosion unscathed as it bound away, it's eyes moving from the lone Sith to the troopers as they made for the building nearby. It focused on the Sith who suddenly turned as it padded after him, then stopped again. Malisane kept his gaze fixed on the creature as out of the corner of his eye he saw the troopers make the building and head inside.

Malisane kept backing off, watching the creature as it followed him. He was becoming increasingly concerned, sweat rolling down his burned flesh beneath the armour. He was alone now. He could die at any moment. He had provoked the creature enough to possibly overide it's survival instinct. The creature was tough and resilient. The explosives on him would probably kill it if it leapt at him, but perhaps not. He was aware of it's regenerative abilities. There was no doubt though they would kill him, preferably before the claws did. He moved slowly backward, his gaze daring it to leap. It followed. Malisane stood facing it for a few seconds. Slowly he removed his helmet, meeting the creatures reptilian eyes with his own. He began to edge forward, his free hand now reaching for his saber hilt. “Come on then you think I'm afraid of you?” he demanded. He raised the blade and ignited it, holding it in one hand. “What are you waiting for?” Firak opened it's maw, showing it's fangs that glistened with dripping saliva. Then it leapt as Malisane sliced out with his saber in one hand. He felt the creature hit him and drove his blade into it's chest as his other hand pushed the detonator button and everything went quiet.

Lieutenant Tregor stood to attention as the superior officer studied him him. Around then armoured Warhost troopers were moving out to secure the nearby building. Lieutenant Colonel Senth of the Warhost regarded the scene and then his junior officer. “So you do not know what the creature was Lieutenant?” “No sir. Following the initial attack we managed to secure ourself in the shuttle and restore partial power. I had no other communication from the rest of my platoon. Only myself, Corporal Myer and Trooper First Class Devar survived, Sergeant Lordan did not regain consciousness sir and died this morning. I accept full responsibility sir.” Senth considered this, the clone had his own suspicions of the nature of the creature but was not about to share them with the junior officer. So far the searches had found nothing. “The enquiry will determine fault Lieutenant.” Treger nodded. “I understand sir.” “And the Battlelord.? “Inside sir.” Senth nodded. “Show me.”

They walked inside the smaller shuttle, pausing as two troopers carried a corpse out on a stretcher and towards the larger troop ship the reinforcements had arrived in. Senth looked around the small bloody cabin, and finally crouched down next to the cloaked figure leaned against the wall. The Sith's eyes were glazed, and his arms crossed holding his saber hilt clutched to his chest. “How long has he been like this?” “Since we sealed ourselves in sir. We have not been able to get a response from him.” The clone officer reached down and touched the Battlelords hand and tried to prise the fingers apart. “He should not be left with this.” “We tried that as well sir. We could not remove his grip.” Senth stood. “The medics will manage to get it from him, if necessary by breaking his fingers.” He turned as two more troopers entered carrying another stretcher. “Be careful with him, for your own safety as much as anyone else's.” “Yes sir.” Senth turned back to Tregor. “You will be escorted to the transport under guard. Do not speak to anyone until I arrive.” “Yes sir.”

The troopers continued to search the area, while others were removing equipment and samples from the abandoned medical building and carrying them towards the large transport. Above them on a rocky outcrop something crouched on a rock. It watched all beneath itself assessing the numbers in it's reptilian brain. This was not the time, there would be another.

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We are together, we are Sadow, before the might of our Empire, all will bow.

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Defining Moments – The Ghoul

Usharak Keep Planet Kangaras

The YT1300 freighter touched down in the centre of the clearing in front of the keep. After a few moments the ramp slid down and a robed figure left. She drew back her cloak and looked up at the structure in front of her. Preserved down through the ages by what was now unknown methods, the keep was largely in tact and the metal gate at the front of its dark grey walls looked solid. Slowly she made her way forward, looking for signs of life. Clan Naga Sadow had once had a base here, and before that the True Brotherhood had made it's home here, but that was long ago. Now it was mostly forgotten by both members of Clan and Brotherhood alike. She paused, sensing something unnatural in the force and looked around her at the jungle that surrounded the clearing. With the amount of life around her it was hard to discern exactly what it was. Then suddenly her hand went for her lightsaber as many red dots covered her body, moving like insects across her robes increasing in number. Slowly she saw a number of small, dark furred creatures emerge from the trees and undergrowth around her, making their way towards her with blasters raised, their dark shining eyes boring into her with a combination of menace and curiosity. She kept her hand on her saber hilt for a second, and then slowly released her grip and raised both. She glanced over at the sound of a metallic grating noise as the metal gate began to rise, and from beneath it another black robed figure strode. He stopped, taking in view of her, her ship, and the Sith-spawned ewoks holding both prisoner.

“Get these creatures away from me!” Ashia told him harshly. Malisane looked around and calmly raised a hand, then made a gesture. Slowly and still watching the Pro Consul suspiciously, the ewoks backed off into the trees, and after a few seconds were gone. “There you go,” he replied quietly. She did her best to contain her anger, “Those aberrations should have been destroyed years ago.” The Battelord shrugged, “Many demanded that be so but sense prevailed. They have served their purpose over the years. And like this planet and myself for a time they have passed from the Brotherhood's consciousness.” He turned and led her through the gate. “Why here?” she asked as they passed through into the hall, where torches illuminated the dark stone. Malisane glanced back at her, “You wanted somewhere private, this is private. Even I have not been back here for a decade.” He lead her to a small room off the hallway where a pair of chairs sat in front of a burning fire. The room was clean which surprised her. Two glasses and a bottle sat on a small table. “The ewoks maintain the keep even if we are gone. I suspect they will continue down through the centuries until someone stops them. Even I do not understand their behaviour sometimes.” He removed his helmet as he sat down, revealing his burned and disfigured features. Ashia was used to them after all the years since his accident. “I see,” she replied taking an offered glass once he had poured. A smooth taste followed by a burning sensation in her throat and a shock surging through her body revealed it to be the nearly lethal liquor brewed by the ewoks themselves. “So why the secret meeting Pro Consul?” Malisane asked. Ashia studied him as she took another sip. “The Summit have a task we would like you to undertake.” “I see. So why the secrecy?” She studied him. “This task is of a,” she paused, “delicate nature.” “They usually are,” he replied, “the Summit never asks me to do anything straightforward.” “This is more delicate than normal.”

She glanced at the fire, then back at him. “You missed the Dark Crusade did you not?” “You already know the answer to that question.” “Yes,” she replied, “and no doubt you have read the accounts and heard the stories?” “Obviously.” She reached down and poured herself another glass then sipped it. “How can I put this? You've been in enough wars over the years to know that beyond the official accounts other things happen that were judged to be acceptable at the time but later would be seen as less so.” Malisane's eyes met hers, occasionally blinking with his dark embedded lenses. “I sense there is a point coming somewhere in the future.” She scowled. “Very well. During the Crusade Clan Naga Sadow used certain strategies against the Jedi, against the other Clans, and against anyone else the leadership thought would hamper its efforts and its goals. They were subtle, they were carried out across a wide number of units so that no pattern would emerge, and for the best part no one put together the pieces.” “We are a Sith clan,” he replied, “I do not see a problem?” “The nature of what was done exceeds simple intrigue. As you know the Clan has conducted a lot of research over the years, and have gained a lot more from organisations and people we have encountered in the past and developed. Most of it is not known to the wider Brotherhood or indeed many of our own Clan.” “I see,” Malisane replied, “I am aware of some of it.” “What was done during the war was the work of various older factions in the Clan that are for the best part no longer present. And the current Summit did not find out until recently the extent of what was done. And the likely future consequences.” The Battlelord considered this. “I'm still not seeing the point?”

She took another sip. “If this were to come out it would greatly damage the Clan in the wider Brotherhood, perhaps even amongst our own members. The Brotherhood is not what it was when you left, it is now a finer balance than before amongst the Light and Dark side of the force, and following the recent war our star is in its ascendency. If the truth were to become known we can only guess what the reaction would be.” “So make sure it does not.” “We tried. Unfortunately we have learned that the Inquisitorious have obtained evidence that we would struggle to counter.” “I see,” he replied again, “so what now?” “We have a stroke of luck,” she told him, “to contain the information across even their own ranks until they have investigated it their leaders have decided not to transmit it over the AIN. Instead the data is being held under guard in a small facility until it can be collected and handed over to their Director and the Voice. This is where you come in.” Malisane's eyes bore into her own. “And how exactly do I come in?” “You are to go to the facility, retrieve the data and destroy any evidence by whatever means necessary.” “You want me to raid the Inquisitorious?” “We do,” she replied, “I can not begin to describe how vital this is to our Clan.” She took another drink of the firey liquor. “We have decided that you are our best option.” “Why?” “There are several reasons. You have no friends or allies in the Clan or elsewhere in the Brotherhood to share this with. You are deniable, if you get caught then you are a rogue member who returned recently and we were unaware of your actions. And you have an uncanny ability of getting things done in ways people would not suspect possible.” “I see,” he replied non committally. “We can not order you to do this,” she told him. “The Summit can not order me to do anything any more,” he replied with a grim twist of his ripped upper lip, “very well, I will do as you wish.”

Inquisitorious Listening Post Planet Tyvell

Chief Inquisitorious Varalis entered the monitoring room holding his coffee and looked around it slowly. Usually it was a hive of activity, with sensor data from countless probes in nearby systems relaying and analysing data through the AIN as it was shunted up the chain to command. Now it was quiet with only one member on duty. He could sense the communications shut down was puzzling and unsettling many of his crew, and he knew the rumours were flying around. He was curious himself the orders have been opaque though the higher ups had stressed the seriousness of it to him. “Everything alright?” “All quiet boss,” Inquisitor Mylis replied from her station, “systems functioning normally and all that, aside from most of them being switched off.” He nodded. “Keep an eye out for the transport they're sending,” he told her. “Yes boss.” He sat down in a chair and sipped his coffee as he idly looked at the few local systems that were on. Then he frowned as a light began to flash. “What's that?” Mylis looked at the monitor. “Ship entering the atmosphere boss,” she said studying the display, “registers as a GX1 hauler. Not one of our vessels.” “Put it on screen.” The display changed to show a view of the atmosphere above, and focused to reveal the approaching ship. It was descending at speed, a long trail of smoke emitting behind it. “They're in bother boss,” Mylis reported, “looks like they're struggling to control it, their descent is erratic. I think they're trying to bring it down.” “Track it's descent and scramble a rescue unit.” “Yes boss,” she replied as she tapped at her console. They watched as the hauler erratically continued it's descent, the amount of smoke increasing. Finally it flew down over the tree tops before it hit the ground in an empty clearing a mile from their location, bouncing several times before coming to a stop, flames beginning to emerge from it. “Rescue crew have location and are imbound in two minutes.” “Good,” he replied, “if they're alive lets see who they are.”

As the speeder descended into the smoky clearing the crew studied the crashed ship. Whatever fire suppression systems were still functioning had done their job, but the ship was a wreck. Quickly the two suited medics left the craft and made their way to the ship. One quickly attached a device to the hatch and after a few seconds it opened emitting more smoke. After a few moments they carried out a black armoured figure, carefully lowering him to the ground near their speeder. They removed his helmet and both recoiled briefly at his damaged features, before running a medical scanner over him. After a few seconds they were satisfied and carried him into the back of the speeder, before slowly taking off back to their base.

Varalis made his way into the medical suite past the two armoured guards and watched as the staff busied themselves over the mysterious pilot. Finally one of them detached himself and made her report. “The patient is conscious sir,” she reported, “he does not seem to have sustained any major injuries aside from a few bruises though he is in shock. He shows major past injuries though some of the worst I've seen but physically he seems fine. We've been able to ask him a few questions and check his identity.” Varalis nodded. “Who is he?” “He's one of ours sir, or nearly he's an Apprentice IV. More accurately his name is Malisane Sadow, of Clan Naga Sadow. His identity checks out in the databank.” Varalis frowned. He did not recognise the name, but the pilot was a Clan name holder and in all probability a force user. What was he doing here? “You can speak to him sir, we're finished with him.” “Good.” He walked forward and studied the pilot who had two bands securing his wrists to the bed for safety purposes. The medic had not understated the description the man had intense scarring on his face and bald head, with a hole where his nose should be, a ripped lip and ears and within two uncovered eyes integral black lenses occasionally blinked. Seemingly aware of the scrutiny, the man's head turned slowly to regard the Chief Inquisitor. “We have a number of questions for you,” Varalis announced. “That is not unreasonable,” the man replied slowly. “Reasonable or not is academic,” the Inquisitor replied, “who are you and what are you doing here?” The man's gaze returned to the ceiling. “I have already identified myself. I am Sith Battlelord Malisane Sadow of Clan Naga Sadow. And as you are no doubt aware my ship crashed.” Varalis moved closer. “You can do better than that Battlelord. This is an Inquisitorious facility. What business have you coming here?” “I was not coming here,” Malisane replied, “I was on my Clan's business when my ship's systems failed. I needed somewhere to land. This was all that was available.” “And what business was that?” The scarred head turned back and the eyes regarded the Inquisitor. The torn lip sneered. “My Clan's business is exactly that. We do not discuss it with outsiders, even the Inquisitorious.” Varalis was not one to be intimidated or put of with evasion. “Do not give me that. We have searched what is left of your ship. You were carrying what appear to be routine supplies. That does not fit well in my mind.” “Why?” “I am aware of the Sons of Sadow, we have files. Like many of the older Clan members they are not known for undertaking supply missions. So you can appreciate why this does not look quite right, can you not?” “We all serve where we are able,” Malisane replied, “perhaps I crave the solitude? Perhaps we take routine supplies to places that are not routine? Whatever the case may be I have stated my identity and my circumstances. Unless you have a proper reason to hold me, release me and if it is not too much trouble I would appreciate assistance returning to my Clan.” “I will release you when I am satisfied,” Varalis replied, “you may have some weight in your own Clan, but the Inquisitorious serve the Dark Council and this is our facility. If you are dissatisfied later you can register a complaint with the correct authorities.” He turned and left.

Outside Varalis met Inquisitor Mylis met him in the corridor. “Well boss?” “He is as unhelpful as I would expect,” he replied, “the irritating thing is he is correct we can not hold him indefinitely. If he is as senior in his Clan it would get political, unless we find actual evidence against him.” She nodded. “We have his droid under guard as well.” “Have we got anything from that?” “No boss,” she replied, “it's shut down and is resisting any attempts to reactivate it. We've fitted a restraining bolt to it.” “Good.” Varalis wiped his hand over his eyes. “Have them release his bonds but double his guard. If necessary we can contain one force user. We'll keep him confined to the medical bay. Once the lockdown is lifted we'll send him back to his Clan.” “Okay boss.” “I suppose we'd better feed him as well.”

As night began to fall the facility which was already mostly shut down went even quieter, the day shift heading to their quarters and the skeleton night shift taking over. Malisane waited patiently in the medical bay under the watchful gaze of the silent armoured guards. In the night sky above a black object moved through the heavens, it's cloaking systems hidden from even the sophisticated detection of the listening post. Slowly it made it's way down and landed in another clearing on the other side of the facility from the crash site. A short while later Inquisitor Kerris made her way through the trees, holding her blaster rifle low as she looked through the night vision of her helmet. She was idly talking on her communicator on a private channel. “You're going to what?” A man's voice came back. “I've told you, I've applied to join one of the Clans. There's a new one called Vizla, they accept all who meet the requirements. I'm not leaving the Inquisitorious you can have a dual allegiance. I might see a bit more action with them. And the benefits are amazing. You should consider it.” She smiled under her helmet. “I might do if they give us something more interesting than patrol on some remote planet.” She paused as her helmet detected movement nearby. “I'm picking something up Volna. Going to investigate it.” “Acknowledged.” She moved forward cautiously, holding her rifle ready. There was nothing unusual in her field of vison, the display updating her with information. She stopped for a few seconds looking around her. Then pain burst through her as a sharp object was pushed up from behind her into the small of her back, cutting through armour and flesh easily. She collapsed to the ground as blood bubbled up from her mouth. As her life faded away her communicator sounded again. “Kerris report,” Volna's voice asked, “wait there's something here too but I can't see anything....” before his voice went silent.

In the medical bay Malisane sat silently, his arms by his side and his palms resting on the bed. The processed meal they had given him had been basic but sustaining. Idly his gaze turned to the time display on the far wall. He noticed one of the guards watching him and his ripped lip twisted up in a slight smile.

In a nearby room the black astromech droid, Zero, suddenly emitted a couple of red lights that began to flash as it powered up, unnoticed by the guards stood outside. It scanned it's systems then detected the restraining bolt. After a few seconds there was a slight crackle of energy across it's surface and the bolt dropped to the ground with a slight thud.

In the monitoring room Inquisitor Trommac sat at his console. He frowned and turned to his companion on the night shift. “Something odd here, we've lost contact with the patrols.” The woman turned, “Communications error?” “I'm not sure,” he replied, “the system reports as normal. I've tried several channels.” She looked at her screen. “We're detecting movement outside the main door.” Trommac nodded. “Switching to outside cameras.” He moved the view to the main screen and they studied it as the camera switched through several views. “There,” he pointed. “Looks like some sort of creature. It's hard to make out. Magnifying.” They did and both sat up in surprise at what they saw. “It's holding something.” Suddenly there was a flash on the screen and from outside an explosion rocked the base.

As the alarms began to sound and Inquisitorious members rushed to respond Malisane watched as the four guards reacted. The leader glanced at the two nearest the Sith. “Guard him. You with me.” Malisane sat calmly as the two remaining guards backed away from him, blasters raised as they half watched him and the door where a shimmering barrier had formed behind the other guards.. He waited a few seconds then quickly raised his arms lashing out with the force, sending the guards sprawling to crash into nearby benches and the wall. Standing Malisane reached out and plucked one of the blaster rifles through the air to land in his hand. Calmly shooting the enemies who were struggling to rise he moved forward and focused on the barrier, extending his free hand. He smashed against it with the force and it flickered and then faded. Without a glance behind him he stepped out into the corridor.

Chief Inquisitor Varalis ran quickly down the corridor towards the main entrance, hastily buttoning his shirt as he held his blaster pistol in his hand. He turned the corner and surveyed the scene. Several of his troops were crouched or hiding in open doorways on either side of the corridor engaging what appeared to be a huddled mass of black creatures outside the ruined doors, who in turn were fighting back. It was hard to determine with the light inside and dark outside but the invading forces were just visible enough. He calmly ducked for cover behind a convenient table. He raised his hand and clicked a button on his communicator to link into to tannoy system. “This is Chief Inquisitor Varalis. We are under attack by hostile forces. All personnel report to the main entrance area for deployment.” With luck and strategy they could repel the creatures by positioning and weight of numbers.

Zero moved forward, the assassin droid scanning for enemies. The guards outside had left to join the fighting. It rolled down the corridor seeking it's master or opponents. It stopped sensing for a few seconds, then turned left down a corridor and immediately stopped again as it saw two unarmoured personnel moving carefully down the corridor, blasters raised as they moved forward. Zero extended it's main blaster and fired twice in quick succession. It revolved 180 degrees at the sound of movement behind itself and then paused. Malisane walked forward towards it, and raised a hand. “Give.” The droid immediately opened a small hatch and the Sith plucked the saber hilt out of the air as it fired upwards. He ignited it at the sound of running behind them and attacked three unsuspecting Inquisitors who paused in surprise at the appearance of the Sith. Two fell twitching to the ground with fatal injuries before a blaster bolt seared past Malisane's side killing the third. The Battlelord spun around. “Careful.” The droid emitted a sonorous deep tone in response. “Come with me.”

Varalis directed his troops, firing over the table top at the enemies outside. Several of his force lay dead on the floor and he had no way of knowing how many outside had fallen. His confidence was beginning to waver slightly, if the force outside was small then they could repel the enemy, but it seemed unlikely they would risk a frontal attack without reasonable numbers. He heard more of his staff approaching from behind and gave a grim smile.

Malisane stopped at the sound of blaster fire and then slowly looked around the next turn. Inquisitorious forces were mainly ducked in side doorways but several had now dragged objects into the corridor making a barrier and crouched amongst it, adding to the defending force. He glanced down at Zero. “Act when I do.” He moved around the turn and then reached out a hand and focused, electricity arcing from his finger tips, hitting the nearest soldier and then crackling across to his nearest companions. With another tone Zero rounded the corner, weapon ready and fired. A small rocket homed in on the stunned soldiers and exploded amongst them, blasting them and the barrier. Through the smoke Malisane could make out the enemy turning at the explosion and he moved forward as they did, lashing out with his telekenesis or saber as the droid followed him shooting it's blaster at anything in sight.

Varalis gasped at the sounds behind him, and then at a new threat as the enemy outside stormed the building, black furry creatures bursting into the light firing at anything they could see, ignoring any fire towards them as several fell twitching and more scrambled over them. Varalis rose shooting his blaster at them, trying to decide where to go in the doorways around him. His eyes narrowed when his gaze ascended on the Sith, whose white saber was raised in his hand and their eyes met. Malisane raised his hand and Varalis felt a powerful and invisible punch in his stomach doubling him over as he collapsed gasping. As he fought for breath he could just make out the black creatures moving past him, moving into the rooms and subduing the weakening defenders.

Malisane nodded in satisfaction as his forces prodded several of the survivors into the monitoring room with their pikes, growling menacingly. The rest of the survivors were being herded into a nearby canteen while the creatures scoured the remainder of the building. Slowly Varalis kneeled, his hands behind his head, noting that Inquisitors Mylis and Trommac were either side of him. Angrily he regarded the Sadow. “How can you do this?” he demanded, “you are one of us.” Malisane regarded him coolly. “My first loyalty is to Sadow. Now you will give my droid the access code to your computer system.” Varalis spat. “We would die first. We are Inquisitorious, and we are not afraid of you.” Malisane nodded. “Admirable,” he replied. He glanced at the creatures who stood surrounding the prisoners armed with blasters or wickedly sharpened pikes. “You have the largest information database in the Brotherhood. These are the Sith-spawned ewoks.” He sneered, his torn lip revealing his broken teeth. “Look them up.”

Malisane waited while Zero streamed the data from the computer bank. Varalis knelt with his eyes closed, smelling the blood and fluids of the two mangled corpses either side of him as the ewoks pressed their pikes to either side of his chest, cutting in slightly causing a sharp pain either side. Finally the droid emitted a tone. Malisane nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Now prime the reactor.” “No!” Varalis gasped before Malisane nodded and the two pikes sliced into his chest, filling his lungs with blood before he fell dying. The Battlelord glanced at the largest ewok and made a gesture, and the creature emitted a noise that was half animal and half metallic. From the room down the corridor the sound of blaster fire and screams emitted, and then silence. “We will leave now.” The chief ewok emitted another noise then lead his forces out, joining the others leaving the building through the ruined doors. Malisane and Zero followed.

Ten minutes later and with his forces aboard and preparing their dead for burial later, Malisane piloted the Lancer pursuit craft into the sky, rising above the treetops. As the craft made for the atmosphere he turned on the rear view just in time to see the facility explode in a burn of flames and rubble, scattering over a wide area. Satisfied the Sith waited then made the jump to hyperspace.

Usharak Keep Kangaras The Next Day.

Ashia made her way down the YT1300's ramp once again to find the Battlelord and the droid waiting for her outside the keep. “We had news through channels of your,”she paused, “success. You have the data?” Malisane nodded and handed her a data disk. “The only copy.” The Pro Consul glanced at the droid. “Really?” “I have no need for it,” Malisane replied. “Good. Our business is done then. You may want to maintain a low profile, for a while at least.” She turned to walk back to her ship. “Pro Consul,” he called to her. She turned. “Yes?” “Certain notions will no doubt have occurred to you about loose ends, and you may already have plans in place. Do not underestimate me.” She smiled at him. “I do not,” she replied, “and so long as you are useful you have nothing to concern yourself with. Good day.” He watched as her craft rose and left then turned towards the keep.

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