Sorry for the long time that I was away people, but I have been busy with my social life and my assignments for University/College, or whatever you want to call it. Doing a history/Philosophy course is extremely hard, and I am in need of a serious break.
Oh well, that doesn't seem to matter anymore as I am officially on holidays for the next five weeks, and I am free to write up more of these chapters for you. I do want to keep in your minds that this story is going to be extremely long, so I will be placing as many chapters on this site as I can to keep you going for a while. I will warn you that it will get confusing after a while, but you should understand it.
It does get better as well, and I have just had a recap, one thing that I did notice about it is that there are lots of lightsaber on lightsaber fight scenes within this story, and I am so screwed for writing those parts, as I am not sure how I am going to bring up new skills and techniques to make it extremely exciting. Oh well, I am sure that it will all come around soon.
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Chapter 21 – The Oncoming Tide
The man made his way carefully down the stairs of the Jedi Temple, stepping lively down each step, as if in a synthetic rhythm, one step at a time. There was a huge beaming smile on his face, etching up almost to his ears. It was large and wide. For some reason, he seemed proud, as if assured that he had done the right thing. It was a feeling that he had, just a fleeting thought that he had done right.
He paused for a moment at the stairs, pausing in his stride, his smile fading. The feeling was nagging at him. He was proud, but yet, somehow, out of it. There was something more that was worrying him, but it couldn't be about the mission, he tried to assure himself, and he had done what was expected of him. All he had to do was make sure that the senator was attacked, and then get captured. It was not as if he had failed, in fact, he would call it a complete success.
Assured of that he had done the correct thing; he nodded once more, bringing a smile back to his face. He continued walking down the stairs; aware that he was being watched, but unaware of by whom it was that was watching him.
Amarhil watched the man leave carefully, prancing down the stairs as if in a jig. He seemed proud of what was happening, that he had been captured, and had been let go. It was strange, but he almost seemed as if he was happy. He nodded in head, but in a disgusted way, disappointed that the council had let him go. But then again, it was an order from the Chancellor, and they had to obey.
Breathing in carefully he watched the man disappear into an air taxi, full of tourists who would delve at the chance to visit the Jedi Temple, and revere in the majesty of the what the Jedi had succeeded to build and maintain in the thousands of years of their existence. Truthfully, it was amazing, but it was not something to be gawked at.
Amarhil still watched the man as he disappeared, and the taxi lift off into the distance. He waited for a moment, and nodded again, and then swiftly turned and into the Temple, making his way to the hangar. Even as he entered he was still thinking about the man, but then again, it was his job to do so. The council had authorized him and Obi-wan to tailgate him for the time being, before returning to visit Padme once more.
Amarhil was frustrated about that. They had been relieved from their duty to the senator, and had been placed to follow the assassin, but what if another assassin were to get her now, then they would fail outright in their duty to protect her. But then again, it had been an order from the Chancellor, and they had to be obeyed.
It was strange really, that the Council had taken orders from the Chancellor, when they always said that the Chancellor, let alone politicians, have no business in Jedi affairs. None of it made any sense, and then again, it may not have meant to.
Making his way to the ship before him, he opened up the cockpit and then jumped in, wriggling into the seat. Placing his hands firmly on the wheel he waited for a moment before beginning to start the ship, he just wanted to assure himself that they were doing the right thing.
'Stop thinking that padawan,' a small voice chimed in his head. 'It is down to us by the will of the Council, we cannot refute their decision.'
'You mean that it is down to us because we are Palpatine's lackeys.'
'Padawan'. Amarhil jolted, being shocked by the vibrance of his master's command. 'Never disrespect the Chancellor. It goes against all of the Jedi Codes.'
'And does the Jedi Code tell us to release prisoners after they had just attempted to assassinate a senator.' The younger Jedi shot back hard, aware that his master was also annoyed by this strange turn of events. None of it made any sense.
'The command was given to us by the council…'
'The Chancellor you mean.' Amarhil sneered. He disliked the man so much it wasn't even funny. Not that it was meant to be. It was unorthodox of the Jedi to be like this. They were meant to feel compassion and peace, but not so was it for him. He hated many of the Jedi Codes, as they were basically ridiculous, and most of the time, besides no making any sense, contradicted themselves.
There was a short silence before Obi-wan fired back, though is a shallow tone, pensive, but ordering. 'It was given to us by the Council yes, but it was an order delivered to us upon the Chancellor, who wants to observe him for the moment, I don't know why, we just follow what we are told to do.'
'It's a bit unorthodox,' Amarhil piped up, smiling. 'don't you think, master?'
Obi-wan chuckled for a moment before answering. 'We are not to question our orders padawan. We just follow them. It came from the Chancellor, but it also came from the Council. That is the end of it.' he added in a severe tone of voice.
'Alright, master, I will put a rest to it.' he started, placing his hands in the air. He breathed in slowly for a moment, and then started again, this time turning the crafts engine on and then pressing the button for which would make the hangar doors open.
'Where are you heading, master?' Amarhil asked in a small, silent tone.
'Somewhere into the city padawan,' the Jedi Master returned back. 'I don't have a clue where we are exactly, as I seem to be crowded within this taxi with no hope of looking out of a window.'
'Then how am I meant to find you, or him, for that matter?'
'Use the Force, Amarhil.' Obi-wan added gruffly, as if in a sarcastic manner. 'It shouldn't take long for you to find me, but, to find him, I have placed a tracking device upon him, so you should be able to locate him easily.'
'Thanks master,' the younger Jedi chided for a moment, 'I will be with you in a moment.'
The link suddenly shut off and Amarhil faced the opening door of the hangar bay. Smiling, and nodding to himself, he lifted off of the hangars ground and flew into the open air.
The figure bowed before the shimmering blue hologram before him, making his head go down low. There was not a sound to be heard, nor any light to be seen besides the light of the hologram. It was dark and pitch black.
"What is thy bidding, my master?" the kneeling figure asked, bringing his head up to face the holo.
"There is a disturbance in the Force, my young apprentice." The cloaked figure started, his face hidden behind his cowl and his metal mask. "The assignment is still alive; our contractor has failed in his attempts to neutralize the target."
"He was not meant to kill her, my lord."
"Yes, I know," the figure rebounded back at him. "But I have changed the deal."
The youthful figure bought his head back up. Looking shocked and repulsed by the apparent news that he had just been given.
"I want her dead," the head began, "and the contractor as well."
"Is it necessary?" the man asked, "She could still be of use to use."
"Perhaps." He reigned in, considering his apprentices words. "But you still have your orders. Edern must be silenced, he knows too much of our plans, if he were to talk, it could jeopardize the entire mission. He must go." He paused for a moment, before adding in a disgusted way. "See to it."
"Yes, my master."
The lower levels of Coruscant were not a friendly place to be. Of course, where they were it was not the very bottom of the planet, but it was close enough. Looking up, Obi-wan Kenobi could only just see the sky and a few stars, but for the most part it was filled with and ever changing landscape of buildings upon buildings. Even as he stared back down to look ahead of him at the back of the figure of Edern Lars making his way through the crowd. Unlike Edern, Obi-wan just didn't fit in, as he had to employ his powers of persuasion to mingle among the crowd, and that alone was making his Force powers stressful.
Obi-wan made a small groan as he continued forward, mingling among the poorer people of Coruscant, those who could not live on the top levels of the planet and see the sky, let alone breathe fresh atmosphere. For him, although he usually traveled this way to Dex's diner, they seemed mutated, if not, different to most people within the city.
But they were, and in a way, they were not.
It was just the way that they seemed, trapped within the bowels of the planet. They were not so much different than most of the people, but, in truth, they were in totality. For Obi-wan, they were nothing but scum and villains, stealing whatever they could get, and retreating further into the levels underworld, mingling in with more unsavory characters, becoming one with the city itself.
It was a strange notion, and he knew it. Above all, it made no sense.
But that was how he saw the planet of Coruscant, an ever mingling city of hierarchy and division heaped upon each other. There was, in the end, nothing else that you could really say.
Breathing in hard, Obi-wan made his way forward, streaking in through the crowd and coming slowly, though fast paced, behind Edern. The man just kept walking, making his way through the street, stopping at times to greet other people, but otherwise, he just kept walking, disappearing and reappearing. Thankfully, Obi-wan had his small tracking device placed within his hand so that he could not lose him. He was at least thankful for that little component of machinery, or else he would lose his target.
Creeping up behind Edern he watched from the sidelines as he made his way into a small club on the side of the street. Obi-wan made his way into the shadows and watched, silently, as the man talked with a few of the guards, giving them some credits and then gracefully walking in. 'Greed', Obi-wan thought. 'It was the only thing good enough that kept this city running.' He shook his head dryly as he thought of what money could buy in this place, and what else it couldn't.
He watched for a few more minutes, glancing at the building, and slowly walked forward. But even as he did so a loud beeping noise came from his com. There were a few people around him that heard it, but barely noticed it. They kept walking though until the noise disappeared into the distance.
Obi-wan was now annoyed, he had almost been discovered. Sighing in frustration he almost bellowed into his com, but then took in a deep breath and approached what he was going to say carefully, with a hint of anger registering in his voice.
"What?" he said with enough calmness radiating from his voice as he could.
Amarhil would have looked shocked if Obi-wan would have seen him. "Sorry, master," Amarhil began, in a silent tone. "But I thought that you should know that our target has moved into the side of the building…"
"Is that all?" Obi-wan asked in a monotone type of voice.
"Well, no actually, if you would let me finish…" Amarhil supplied in a defiant, yet suppliant type of tone.
"Then finish," Obi-wan said in anger, getting a few queer looks at him. He ignored them.
"Yes master," the reply came back. "It seems that Edern is talking with someone, though I cant see who it is. Perhaps it is his contractor, the man who hired him for the kill."
"Perhaps." Obi-wan replied in a silent voice.
"Shall I pursue?"
"No," the Jedi Master supplied harshly. "I will take them down myself."
"Master…?" the reply came but was cut off by Obi-wan making his way towards the alley next to the building. Lucky for him it was dark and no-one could see him. Let alone he was using Force persuasion to make it look like he was not there.
He neared the corner slowly, getting out his lightsaber in case of trouble. He peered his head around the corner, hearing silent voices ringing in the distance. As he stared at them he could see Edern and a larger bulkier man with a cowl and cloak wrapped around his entire body, enshrouded from the darkness of the night. He listened carefully, unaware that he was being watched by another darker figure.
"Did you complete your mission?" the larger being asked, his voice obscured and heavy, making Edern almost cringe. It was a mysterious way to meet someone.
Edern barely made an audible noise, only watching as the figure placed his hand within his cloak and give it to him. The man nodded that he had completed his mission, adding only in a quiet manner.
"I think that I was followed," he nodded again.
The dark figure stared at him, his face not betraying his bleak expression. "And you may have led them here?" he gaped in his vibrant, but mechanical tone of voice. "The master will be displeased with you for this. You have betrayed us."
"No," the younger man began to plead. "I would never…"
"Then how can you not tell me that we are being watched as we speak," he started in anger, grabbing out a small pistol and aiming it at the mans head. "She was supposed to die, but because of your incompetence, it is you who shall die now."
Obi-wan ignited his saber, and began to run forward, not wanting to see their target be killed by another man. But even as he did so he found himself being blown away. The force of the explosion made people fall back into the air, landing hard onto the ground. There were a thousand screams around him as the club exploded, bringing down the walls around the ally and covering everything within a few hundred meters.
"Master!" Amarhil immediately said loudly as he watched the explosion from the air far above the small cantina. His first instincts were to contact the council, but then, they would presumably know about it anyway within a few moments. That explosion sent a minor tremor through the Force, bouncing and echoing off a number of different people. It was almost immediately that he thought that he should find Obi-wan.
Taking in the controls, he glided the small craft down towards the surface of the planet. Even as he landed people were screaming at him to get help, but he paid no heed to them, merely watching for the body of his master. He felt carefully through the Force, trying to feel for his master. he knew that he wasn't dead as there was still a connection, and compared to the other people on this stage, they were dead, or being maimed significantly.
All around Amarhil there were corpses lying around, a mixture of humans, droids and mainly non-humans. He shook his head in disgust as he saw the bodies. 'All this to kill one man,' he thought solemnly. There was definitely something wrong with this concept.
Walking slowly through the rubble, of which a number of people were buried under, he made his way to the middle of the street, the only part which was still illuminated by the fire of the cantina. Amarhil found Obi-wan easily. He was lying looking at the sky, his face with a few scars, but otherwise, he was okay. There was nothing seriously wrong with him as far as Amarhil could see. Still, he would have to be checked out by a medical droid, and even the Jedi healers. Placing his hand underneath his head, Amarhil lifted him up carefully, trying not to cause him too much pain if he was hurt significantly.
Obi-wan winced in pain, causing a smile to grow on his apprentices face. "Are you alright Master?" Amarhil asked with a hint of humour in his tone.
The Jedi Master eyed him with narrowed eyes, hardly finding it funny. Shaking his head he made Amarhil help him up carefully, causing him to groan involuntarily. But even as they helped each other they saw a lone figure in the distance, perched up above the building, watching them. As it was too dark to see, they could only glimpse at him. Within moments he had disappeared, and their attention had been drawn away from them to behind them. Both the Jedi Master and the apprentice were confused as they saw, for the first time, another cloaked figure, though wearing body armour, fly off into the distance.
For a moment they watched the figure retreat, and then shared a confused look.
Making his way down the hall Mas Amedda was, one might say, different. Not only because he was an alien, but because of his species, and even so, he was different even among his own species.
Generally, the Chagrian were a species that rivaled the humans in height and intelligence, and, if not, virility. Usually though they did not fit in well with the human society as they were deemed imposing, by most standards. This therefore led to the species as a whole to become highly sensitive to the impact their imposing features had on other species. It was not uncanny for them to be violated or defamed in such ways. Physiologically speaking, the Chagrians had four large growths that grew from their heads. The two main growths, called lethrons, grew from the back of their skulls, hanging loosely upon their shoulders. Sometimes the growths grew up to lengths as great as 1 meter—if not longer. Along with them, two additional horns grew from atop of their skulls, adding to the greater imposing height of the species.
These two growths were imposing for the Chagrian, and were reminiscent in many cultures of the very darkest of demons and evil creatures, making them never to be underestimated, and always making them get what they wanted. Strangely enough, these growths were not unlike the other species of the galaxy, like the Tweliks, but, unlike them, the Chagrian growths were considered seen as a sign of their strength and virility. But somehow, for the Chagrian, their tentacles were not considered attractive.
The Chagrian itself grew only to a height equal to that of humans, although, in totality, added with that of the horns they reached a standard height of almost 2.5 meters, higher than the average human. Comparatively, the smallest full-grown Chagrian males and females were almost 2 meters tall. It was their imposing height that led them to fall in, and usually succeed in trade negotiations, and, if not, any negotiations. The Chagrian themselves followed through with what was preferable to their needs, usually going on along with the best deal that was offered.
Mas Amedda was neither an exception to or for this rule. In truth, he was the most manipulative and experienced at it.
Amedda himself was one of the tallest of the Chagrian species, reaching almost the maximum height for his species. In every way, Amedda relished his appearance, and it was because of his appearance that he had gotten so far in politics, and as a result had got to be where he was now. Even as he made his way towards his friends room, he wondered how he had gotten this far. He thought back hard, remembering when he had first met him, the man who would put his career on the galactic stage.
To begin with, Amedda was no different from any other Chagrian from his home world. They liked their solitude, and were often considered to be xenophobic, but, luckily for them, it was otherwise. One thing they all shared in common though was the search for more power, or even perhaps, pleasure out of life, and Amedda himself was the prime example of that dream. Firstly, Amedda had met the man who would come to be Lord Nihilus on a visit to his home world. The man never revealed why he was there, but it had something to do with finding talent. Indeed, when he first laid eyes on Amedda they immediately began a long friendship. The young Chagrian at the time had just made it onto being successful. Somehow, unknown to him, he had been manipulated into standing for his elections for the small district of his planet and, amazingly, narrowly won. He had believed that Nihilus was behind this, but never found out how he had done it. It was curious though as most of his town did vote for him. It was at this moment that he began his career into politics.
By the time that he had made it to the government in his world, the senatorial elections had come up on Champala. Amedda had only volunteered out of spite, and considering his opponents he didn't expect to win. It was only at the suggestion of Nihilus that he go forth with the idea, and amazingly, he ended up winning by a landslide. Of course, the other opponents withdrew at the last moment, and put their faith into the younger Amedda, which confused the Chagrian at best. Among all of the things that he didn't know was that he had been manipulated like the rest of his family, friends and species, all of whom, now anyway, had become his firm supporters. He was guaranteed to be secure for the next decade.
The greatest asset that Amedda had when he came to Coruscant was his physical appearance. Simply by staring at him, even with a small glance, you had to respect him. He gained respect, commanding it simply by walking into a room. There was an aura of authority that surrounded him. His greatest asset about his appearance was his stature, and to add to that, his horns. Although he began by representing his homeworld, Champala, he became the spokesperson of the Rim Faction, behind its leader. Immediately he considered himself an honest politician and strove to voice the wants and needs of his people in the Senate. It was his appearance that gave him a seat of power within the Rim Faction, one of the two main factions at the time composed mainly of non-humans. They encompassed an area around the Outer Rim, Mid Rim, and various other special groups within those areas.
Amedda, due to his connections, and his 'ability' to quiet an army of Senators with ease, was successfully nominated by his faction to be elected to the position of Vice Chair. His main duties were to provide his faction with a means of control over Chancellor Valorum, who had been weakened during his terms by the Trade Federation's grasp for power. The Chancellor was considered corrupt by a majority of the Senate, and support of Valorum's policies in the Senate began to degenerate, which effectively paralyzed the Chancellor's government.
It was then, at that time that he came face to face with Senator Palpatine, immediately becoming his close confidant and being permitted within his private circle. At first he was reluctant, as Palpatine began by asking favours of him, but he did comply, out of some self-interest at least. In fact, he might never have helped Palpatine had the Senator not revealed his plans.
Palpatine was a genius.
But above all, he was an insanely genuine one at that. Truth be told, at first, Amedda couldn't believe it, but followed through with it, hoping to gain a greater gain and hold of power within the Senate. What Palpatine was doing was intelligent, he would praise him for that, but it was stupid, and unrealistic. Amedda knew that Palpatine would never reveal all of his plans, but he was able to see that the Senator was power hungry. He tried to distance himself, but when his Palpatine's election to Chancellor was confirmed, he found himself drawn within the tangled web of treason.
It was in these years that he had no connection with Nililus at all, and was stuck on his own path through the Senate. And it was now that he wished for his guidance.
It was only after the disappearance of Valorum in shame from the Senate after a vote of no confidence in his duties that Nihilus came back. It was only then that he revealed the truth to Amedda after so many long years of waiting. And it was now that he learned the full extent of Palpatine's uncharacteristic nature. It was only then as well that he learned who Nihilus truly was, and the extent of his power. Curiously he was attracted more to him than to Palpatine. And they were both offering him the same thing.
But, in the end, he chose to remain with Nihilus, mainly out of friendship. Amedda could see the path to power from Nihilus' perspective, and craved it as well. Mas knew he couldn't become Chancellor himself, but he could clearly see that Nihilus would soon be in that position of power, and would control it for as long as he was alive. And Amedda knew that as long as that were true, he would remain in power also.
Compared to Palpatine, Nihilus seemed like a saint.
Nihilus and Amedda secretly plotted behind Palpatine's back, waiting for the time to strike at him. And Amedda would continue to play the cunning, but loyal fool of Palpatine. Following Palpatine's election, Amedda continued to serve as Vice Chair, and was never voted out by anyone. He seemed to be fairly rooted in position. Amedda had carefully fed his ideas to Palpatine, and they would wind up being used by the Head of State, but Palpatine was truly manipulating the Speaker, and Amedda knew it.
Turning the corner, he halted outside the door to his co-conspirators office. Amedda knocked with his staff three times before entering. When getting no answer he entered cautiously, and made his way to the main desk. He had expected to see Nihilus seated in his desk, but was unmoved when he saw the man was staring outside of the window. He paused for a moment, but received a mental nudge from the man that he was able to come closer to him.
Making his way to stand next to his friend, Amedda remembered his meeting with Palpatine, and how he had introduced each other to the other. Amedda had told Palpatine of the extremely creative skills of Lord Nihilus, and made sure that he was hired by the Chancellor. He was sure that Palpatine didn't know who Nihilus' true identity was, but then again, he could never be too sure. Amedda knew Nihilus' true identity for sure, but he had never told anyone else. He was the man's closest confident, besides his other silent partners that he had not met yet, but knew that he soon would.
As he stood near him, he stared at his friend for the moment, eyeing his carefully, then glancing outside the window, staring at the cityscape wide planet before them as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. He stood there, quietly for a moment before glancing back at his friend, noting his subtle gaze. His long, sleek dark hair and pointed nose, and his Lenin-type beard at the bottom of his face, masking his facial features. But it was his eyes though that told his everything that he needed to know. They were distant, as if observant, waiting for something to happen. Mas turned back to the window before he heard his friend's voice.
"Is everything going as I have foreseen," the silent, but deep voice asked, "my friend?"
Amedda listened to the voice in his head for the moment, regarding the wisdom and age that he been molded into it. He smiled quickly, but then hid it. Nodding to himself he faced his friend.
"Our plans have not yet been discovered, m'lord," the Chagrian added with another pleased look, "It is my belief that the Chancellor does not know a thing."
"Can we be sure?"
Amedda remained silent for a moment before answering. "No, m'lord, we cannot. But you would know more than I."
That made Nihilus smile. He should know more than anyone should. He knew what Palpatine knew, and that was what made him one step ahead of his adversary. Nihilus remembered when he had told Amedda that he was a Sith Lord, and that Palpatine was one as well, but of a more uncharismatic kind. He had told Amedda about the history of the Sith, and focused on their triumphs and defeats, and the Jedi. He had also told him about his plans for this galaxy, and Amedda was only too eager to come on board after he had finished. They remained silent for a moment longer before Amedda spoke up.
"Are we proceeding forward as ordered, my lord?" he asked in a skeptical tone.
Nihilus replied with an even firmness. "The plans will be going forward as planned, already there has been an attack in our favour, sidelining Palpatine from securing knowledge of us and our whereabouts. But our main plans will be going ahead. There will be no stopping us once we have completed the Doomgiver, and after that, the galaxy will soon fall once more into my hands."
"I will make sure that everything is completed on schedule then, my lord," Amedda spoke up with a firm convicting voice.
"I am sure that you will my friend," the Sith Lord nodded, "I have no doubt of your skills."
There was a momentous pause followed by nothing by a grave silence. There was nothing said until the beeper on the com started to go off. Nihilus turned around and headed for his desk, pressing the button as soon as he came upon it.
"Yes?" he said into the appearing small hologram.
The small figure bowed and then stood firmly in his position, holding out his hand before him. He was wearing Mandalorian armour, and was clearly a man not to be disputed with. Just by the look of him he was vicious. "The target has been annihilated," He firmly stated, echoing into the comlink.
"Excellent," Nihilus beamed. "Any trouble along the way?"
"The Jedi were no trouble, my lord," the bounty hunter replied, "But there was a man who kept watching me. Am I to assume that he is of your caliber?"
"Perhaps, Jango," Nihilus sneered, "You will find out all in good time. But I do have another target for you to take care of, and once more, if it fails, you are to wipe out the deliverer." The lord paused for a moment, adding a firm gaze to the hologram. "Understand?"
"Yes my lord."
"Good, I will be sending you the details within the hour of what you are to do, and then I want you to head back to Kamino, and take care of your brothers there." Nihilus supplied to the bounty hunter, almost shocking him. "Not to worry, Lama Su is an old friend of mine, and he will be glad to do what I ask, after all, he owes me a number of favours."
"What will you have me do?"
"use your imagination, Jango," the Sith Lord snided, "What you have been there doing the last few times that you have been there."
It took a quiet moment for it to dawn upon him. "You want me to make more clones of me?"
"Yes," Nihilus commanded. "And you will do so with a considered amount of credits in mind." He saw the bounty hunters head perk up at the mention of credits. Nihilus smiled. "That will be all Jango."
"Yes, my lord." the bounty hunter replied, signing off.
Nihilus turned and aimed a sour look at Amedda. He was frustrated, annoyed even. "Those Jedi are a nuisance. They just interfere with everything that we plan on creating."
"You do remember my lord, that you were once a Jedi Knight as well," Amedda supplied with a quiet voice.
Nihilus stared at his companion, his gaze unnerving. "I do." There was silence for a moment. "They are already suspecting me of something, just because my name is Nihilus. Perhaps I shouldn't have chosen a name so Sith-like, but then again, I want them to suspect me. And then there is Lord Vader, damn him."
"Perhaps you shouldn't have recruited him into your service," Amedda countered in his usual voice. "He has done nothing but interfere in our plans ever since…"
"He is just eager to get revenge on the Jedi, again," Nihilus answered with a greater conviction. He stared at AMedda with an unnerving gaze, as if thinking. "He just enjoys following Obi-wan Kenobi around, he really wants to kill that man for what he did to him."
"He could ruin us," the aide pointed out.
"He won't. He knows what I am capable of," Nihilus silenced him. He wouldn't want to risk it. And he will follow my orders, and stick with the plan, speaking of which..."
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