The Sith threat is found, and found wanting.

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Her name was Darth Gidona, the Maimed, and she was a terrible Lord of the Sith. Whole planets had fallen to her wrath, and her power knew no bounds. The shrieks of the dying were as music to her, and-

"Yeah, yeah, terrible hallelujah, sea of blood, I got it," the Exile interrupted. "Force, you guys use the same lines all the time. Can't you add a little variety into the whole thing?"

The madwoman just glared at her emptily from her scarred and ravaged face, her mechanical limbs flexing before her monologue began again. "My name is Darth Gidona…"

The Exile just tuned her out and gestured to HK. Midway through "my power knows no bounds", a clean shot took her head off.

"Wow. That was even easier than usual," the Exile observed.

"Agreement: Yes, Master, the killing of the Sith threat was indeed easier than usual, although that might have something to do with my excellent shooting skills.

Question: Where is Old Master? I refuse to believe that this pathetic idiot of a Sith threat was what challenged him for four years."

"That's a good question, HK," the Exile said absentmindedly as her eyes scanned the horizon. "Yeah, Revan could take this chick like a rancor crunches meat. I've no idea why he left her for us."

Shrugging, she turned back to the droid. "Well, I don't see or feel anybody else on this planet, Sith assassins or otherwise. If Revan doesn't appear in three hours for pick-up, he can walk his own way home."

The droids were very upset with that, but the restraining bolts she'd had Czerka installed into them cleared that up real quick.

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Three hours later…

"Well, he's not here. Time to go!" And with that, the Exile closed up the ramp of the Ebon Hawk, unwittingly leaving a gazillion invisible Sith assassins behind.

"So, HK, how do you think the others are doing back home?" the Exile asked as she settled in for the interminable fifty-three day trip back to the Known Region.

"Statement: There is an 87 probability that they have killed each other in a surprising example of internecine warfare."

"Wonderful…"

And in the smuggling hold of the Ebon Hawk, an ex-Dark Lord of the Sith settled down to wait.

Tambrey: This fast enough for ya? winks

VaguelyFamiliar: Yeah, I know. I keep trying to catch 'em, but they always slip by... Good to see that the pairing isn't squicking you, though.