Quote: "Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?" - Brutus, Julius Caesar, Act 4
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"Shouldn't you order the fleet to pull back?"
"Do I wrong our enemies?"
"Never, Revan."
She smiled dark seduction, running her hand along his jaw gently, then pulling away.
"Then I how could I wrong our allies?"
Malak's reply was cut short by the snap of her lightsaber, followed by screams of pain and the thud of his mandible hitting the floor. She stood over him, eyes blazing red and gold, as he writhed at her feet.
"I am the Dark Lord, apprentice. Do not question me again."
Retrieving a commlink, she spoke those five immortal words.
"Activate the Mass Shadow Generator."