"Master Uldar, he lives."
"Who?"
"Kyja, he lives."
"How could that happen, no one can survive a direct blast with a thermal detonator." A look of guilt came over the general's face. "You mean you didn't actually do it."
"I tried Sir, but when the time came I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill master Kyja."
"Weakness is a trait we Sith do not hold in high regard. If you sense weakness in one of your fellow Sith even a commanding officer you take him out. Do you understand General Dariss?"
"Yes mas…ugh" the generals breathing suddenly became increasingly difficult. He looked at Uldar but he wasn't doing any thing. He tried to breathe but with the cold ghostly grip on his throat he couldn't, then he collapsed. Behind him was a young woman.
"Good work Bellar."
"I could have cut through his weakness with a knife."
"Yes, that is true." Said Uldar through the metal plate covering his mouth giving his voice a deep mysterious air to it. "You have been honouring the Sith code highly and you deserve a reward. I know, you can have the job he just resigned from." He said gesturing to the dead general.
"Many thanks Master Uldar, I will not fail you." She yelled as she ran out of the room.
Uldar whispered to himself "Oh my young apprentice I believe you shall."