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He was troubled, something that the others picked up on as they sat around the table.

"What's wrong Wayle? You seem unusually scattered today." Blake asked from her position right beside him.

He turned towards her and gave her a warm smile. "Nothing. Just a bit of wandering musings is all." He said, attempting to soothe her worries.

A snort sounded from ahead of him. "Haven't heard that one before. If you don't wanna talk about it that's fine, but it's obvious you're distracted." Yang said light-heartedly.

Then she seemed to fall into thought for a short few moments.

"How about this? Let's have a little spar. I need the training and you might just get pulled back into the now. Sound good?" The blonde then asked with a smirk.

Wayle could see that it was strained, that Yang's entire demeanour was strained, and he had an inkling why…

"Seems reasonable. I was in need of a good spar anyways. Mind if I go at it unarmed?" He decided to accept her offer.

Maybe it would help him get to the bottom of his problems.

His connection to the Force was… disrupted by something, yet he couldn't figure out what.

The closest he got was that his more passive abilities worked as usual, being more like second nature than a skill, more like breathing rather than riding a speeder.

But his other abilities required more focus than usual, as if something was getting in their way. When he tried to reach out to the Force something was trying to keep him from it…

It made no sense to him, meditation revealed no problems to him, more than a slight resistance.

Was it then on his end?

He shook his head out of his musings as Ren walked up beside him.

He had started heading towards the agreed upon location, and he had been given the task of getting approval.

"Wayle, can I have a moment of your time?" The stoic fellow male asked.

"Ren, this is most unusual, to what do I owe the honour?" The young Sith responded jokingly.

The green-clad youth just shook his head amusedly. "Very funny. I have been meaning to ask, about your precognition… If you don't mind." He gave him a questioning look.

"I do not. Go ahead and ask." Wayle nodded in approval.

"Right, I have been wondering. How far ahead can you actually see?" The question was delivered in the same deadpan monotone as always, yet Wayle could sense the undercurrent of curiosity… and worry.

"It depends. Sometimes, when I am meditating, I can see visions of the future. Sometimes near events, sometimes distant ones." He sighed softly. "The further away they are the harder to grasp, and they are always difficult to interpret, glimpses of what might occur." A chuckle escaped his lips. "Personally though, I have found that trying to prevent those events from happening is what sets them off in the first place."

"Self-fulfilling prophecies." Ren nodded in understanding.

"Just so. The future is never set, events can and will change, and I thankfully do not suffer from frequent visions, something that I am quite happy about." He turned to the black-haired teen. "Do not worry, it is not because of some vision of the future that I am distracted."

"That ability of yours to read the emotions of others' never fails to unsettle me Wayle." The Huntsman shook his head.

Wayle could only give an apologetic smile. "It is difficult for me to stop doing it. I have simply grown so accustomed to it I do it regardless of whatever I want to or not." A wistful look entered his eyes as he moved ahead, his conversational partner having stopped.

Wayle still heard the last few muttered words out of the teen.

"That is what unsettles me…"

-Break—

Permission had been gained, after several promises not to damage the location too much, and now they stood ready to have a spar.

Yang opted not to deploy Ember Celica, and Wayle had left Gram with Blake and the others.

They each adopted their respective stances. Eased with hands held at chest height for Yang, while Wayle simply choose a relatively deep stance, like the one he had against Pyrrha.

He tapped into the Force, doing his level best to keep the strengthening of his body to a reasonable level.

It took more effort than usual, but he was satisfied that the end result should be sufficiently held back.

Yang charged first, coming at him with a right hook.

A memory flashed through his mind, and he deflected the punch, simultaneously sending the blonde brawler reeling.

He smirked. Maybe this would be a good way to test Yang, and help her improve. Besides, it would do him little good to spar if he only stuck to his more familiar style.

Yang furrowed her brows, perhaps realising his intentions.

He switched to a more relaxed stance, cocking his head confidently as a smug smirk played across his features.

The busty blonde moved in again, launching a flurry of punches that he almost lazily evaded with minimalistic movements, doing little more than tilting his body and shifting his feet.

Kicks were mixed in amongst the punches, and Wayle was forced to start blocking a bit.

A leaping kick followed, that he casually parried, then another flurry… followed by a high kick towards his head.

He parried and launched a high roundhouse kick, hitting his opponent and sending her sprawling.

She looked up at him, her expression having gone from confused to one of downright annoyance.

He jumped up, flipping around to attempt to land a knee on her, and she rolled backwards away from him and into a standing position.

The fiery girl charged in again trying to punch him… again.

He caught it and followed up with a high kick in her face before sending her flying away with a kick backwards into her stomach.

Wayle was starting to get into the flow of combat now, becoming more confident in his chosen style of fighting for the spar, as well as feeling more comfortable with his strengthening.

The only thing that bothered him now was how grossly he seemed to have misjudged it. Had he not been careful he could very well have seriously hurt Yang. There was also the fact that it seemed to him like his strengthening had at several points suddenly grown stronger, despite the fact that he hadn't increased the amount of Force Power going into it.

Even as he pondered these thoughts he cartwheeled around his opponent, getting behind her while she was still down.

This caused Yang to try and shoot him with Ember Celica, which she had at some point deployed, but Wayle defended against them with his Shield as he pressed his attack, forcing her back, finally ending with her having nowhere to retreat backwards she tried to blast his feet.

He cartwheeled backwards to avoid the small explosions, managing to stop at a conveniently placed obstacle that he promptly sat down on, crossing his legs.

This caused Yang to stop, equal measures of anger and confusion playing across her features.

"What. THE. FUCK! Was that!?"

-Break—

She sighed as she shifted through the stack of papers that she had in front of her, brushing an unruly lock of her hair out of her eyes.

Reports on White Fang activity… New recruits… The progress on the various construction projects being undertaken so that their base of operations would be ready…

It was no easy task, taking care of these administrative tasks. Theoretically she could delegate much of the work to others, but she was not yet willing to do so.

The administrative staff she was preparing together with Aureus was not yet ready after all.

Add to this that she had taken it upon herself to make sure that their people were of good character as well as not spies, and it would come as little surprise that she was tired.

Still, she needed to put the skills her Lord… no, her Master had taught her to use, and judging people was one of the things she could do extraordinarily well now.

She frowned slightly as she read through an invitation to discuss the supplying of various materiel, both such that they needed now, and some of the kind they would need later.

She looked out the window of the fancy building they had been given to house their administrative staff at the various facilities around there.

She could see the captain putting some new blood through the grinder. Some did well, others… not so well. There were even both Humans and Faunus in the group.

It was surprising how many you could find that would be willing to assist their cause.

But at the same time it was disheartening to think how many Faunus still remained with the White Fang. Even as they lost favour with the common Faunus, there were still many, thousands, who remembered Menagerie…

They still had problems with discrimination though, although she did the best she could to make sure that the people accept into their ranks were free of extreme prejudices.

She watched lazily as a few Paladins strode by, heading towards the lifts that would take them into a formerly abandoned underground storage area that Aureus and Latune had managed to appropriate, and who Latune had then overseen turning into a hangar for the Paladins she had taken.

She did say something along the lines of how she had some right to take a few, especially the prototype that was hers to pilot.

Well that, and of course, 'Because these will be needed for the sake of my Masters ambitions.'

If nothing else, the Paladins had proven invaluable in fending of Grimm attacks, although they did their best to make sure no one realised they were there.

Of to the side she could see some of their finest returning, presumably after having hunted Grimm in the surrounding area.

Some of them were actual Hunters who had joined their cause, others were talented former White Fang members capable of using Aura to a greater extent.

She leaned back in her chair, hands folded behind her head as she looked up at the roof. Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to submerge in the currents of the Force, like her Master had taught her.

Suddenly a whole new array of impressions replaced her sight.

She could feel the emotions around her, some happy, some sad. Camaraderie and, further away, hints of mistrust.

Then suddenly she saw something. She saw an emerald-haired teen looking towards the town. She saw White Fang moving towards it. She saw a raven-haired woman with burning eyes. She felt fury, annoyance and… despair.

She wrenched her eyes open, taking in the office she was seated in.

Nothing out of place.

She narrowed her eyes as she looked out the window again.

The White Fang might be approaching.

She knew what her Master had said about visions of the future, that they were unreliable at best, but she still felt it would be prudent to prepare for the eventuality.

Then she giggled softly. Master. To think that she had gone from calling him Lord to calling him Master, not in the sense of once superior or owner, but in the sense of once teacher and mentor.

She would not let them get in the way of his ambition. She would do everything to ensure that he would stand atop a unified Remnant.

For he was a Dark Lord, a ruler. It was his destiny to stand above all others, to guide them into a better, brighter future.

And she would do her utmost to uphold the trust he had shown in her when she was given the right to stand up there as his left hand.

Yes, for that was what her very being told her was the truth of the matter…


Author's notes:Well, hello again, I have returned. From my vacation that is. And I hope that you will find this chapter to your liking, and worth the wait. Actually, do tell me, whatever or not you found it worth the wait, and do not hesitate to point out mistakes or give suggestions. It is always appreciated.

Don't worry, I won't choke you from afar like a certain Dark Lord. At least not as long as you don't flame.

On another note, I read Tarkin and Lords of the Sith over my vacation, and I must say, they are good. So if you like Star Wars and reading, I heartily recommend them.

I hope you enjoyed, and that you have a nice day.