Revenant
Lotus watched out at the swirl of hyperspace, watching as it continued its revolution around the shuttle. So many years ago, and I would have killed you or turned you, she mused, her finger outlining a rough drawn image of a person on the transparisteel window.
She outlined the line of his jaw, his lips, and his eyes.
She remembered the way his long raven hair ran parallel to the line of his jaw.
She always remembered his eyes, its intense piercing gaze. Lotus had always wondered what lurked behind those eyes, but of course, she'd always known.
Dante's pain was his vulnerability. To look past those eyes, she'd have to cut his life down before making him hers forever.
But killing him was not the answer. It had never been the answer.
What he had, she wanted desperately.
He had life and perseverance. He could offer her a gift beyond everything she had desired.
He could give her an heir that would succeed her ascension.
Is it possible he could ever give me more than that? He could pull me back from the darkness if he so wished.
The shuttle lurched, signifying its decant from hyperspace.
It only meant one thing: they had arrived at the rendezvous point.
Taking a step back, Lotus made her way to the cockpit, without so much as sparing a glance at Deus and Rena.
Making her way into the flashing panel interior, she glanced at the pilot, who didn't return the gesture, sparking some mild impression from her.
"Are we at the coordinates?"
He nodded. "The Revenant is waiting for us in orbit over the moon, Ma'am."
The wedge shaped warship hung in orbit over the jungle moon of Yavin, the site of Exar Kun's death. The ship appeared very similar to the Sith Interdictors commonly used during the Jedi Civil War, though it didn't carry a lower mandible and the ship was designed with a slight curl on all three vertices.
It hauntingly shone its silver hull, bathed in rich golden light as it continued to lie in wait for the shuttle that was to dock.
She smiled. "Good. Hail them and let them know we're on our way."
He shook his head, his mirthless voice not wavering a bit. "That won't be necessary."
She couldn't help but raise a brow. "And why not?"
"They've sent a vanguard of fighters to escort us in. They've also given us an approach vector. By the time we get to within range, they'll tractor us in and do the rest of the work for us." He finally glanced at her, grinning sardonically.
"Charming," she muttered, rolling her eyes and turning back to face her catch. It still bothered her that she had left her own personal prize back on Coruscant, but she knew only time would tell when Dante would truly be hers.
"You shouldn't tease a Sith, especially one as ill-tempered as her, Captain," muttered the co-pilot when he was sure she had left.
Shrugging the superior replied, "every Sith's ill-tempered. At some point you just begin to ignore it—but don't get careless. Believe me; I heard Hector was fried by the Lord, himself."
The co-pilot let out a low whistle. "Glad that's not me."
The pilot glanced at his partner. "Trust me, the way we're going, I figure we'll end up dead anyway." He went back to his command console. "Who cares anyway? It's not like we're going to live forever."
He caressed his sister's bruises with gentle ease, his fingers slightly brushing against her soft raven hair.
She managed a moan, causing him to frown behind much of his prosthetics.
"It is all right," he whispered, earning a stifled gasp when her eyes opened for his efforts. The synthetic voice that came from his mask had not changed at all when he had spoken softly. It only rose when his voice rose, and oddly enough, he felt a pang in his heart for not being able to shush her soothingly.
She pulled away from his grasp, her eyes wide with horror for a brief moment, until it took her a few moments to register that he had been a comforting presence around her when she was dazed unconscious.
"I'm…sorry," he finally mustered, his face shifting away from her and towards the panels on the floor. "I was only trying to help you."
He let go of his grip on her shoulders and rose, uncharacteristically lending a hand to help her rise.
Unsure at first, she glanced around to see a pair of troopers gawking at the pair.
Reluctantly, she took it and rose, offering her brother a smile, in the slightest.
Before he could return the gesture, the sound of footsteps filled the main hold, catching the pair of soldiers off guard, as well as the pair of clones.
Deus turned to face who it was, his eyes narrowing within his prosthetics.
"How nice," she began, her voice filled with mocking maternal affection, "the children are bonding with one another."
Rena glared icily at the assassin. "What do you want, schutta?"
The assassin narrowed her eyes. "How delightful, the little brat thinks she can defend herself."
Deus couldn't help but snicker as he witnessed Rena gesture vulgarly towards the older woman.
Lotus offered a mirthless smile for Rena's efforts. Returning her gaze to the larger man, she said, "step aside clone. Give her to me."
He frowned within his mask. He felt no compulsion towards the older woman whatsoever. She tortured Rena far more than he should have allowed. Something within him was stirring and he surprised even himself with his answer. "No."
She appeared taken aback, if only before a moment, when her narrowed eyes became even narrower slits. "What did you say to me, Clone?" It took her every fiber in her being not to stare back at the pair of soldiers who started to burst with laughter of seeing her authority challenged.
Deus didn't back down.
He was apathetic to her. She had harmed Rena and he knew that as he cradled her battered form in his arms, he would never again allow any harm to come to her. It didn't feel right when she was in pain. "I said: no."
Watching this take place, Rena couldn't help but feel something akin to pride for her darker brother. She could feel something different about him, but she couldn't place what it was. Her eyes roamed towards Lotus, who continued to grow irate by the second.
Growling, Lotus took a step closer to him. "You would dare challenge me? Who are you, but a mere tool, to think that you have a choice? I gave you an order—if you so much as choose not to, I will cut you down right where you are."
He took a step forward. "I'm far more powerful than you. I dare you to strike me down. You'd be crushed like the little bug that you are before you'd even withdraw your blade."
And that was when she had felt it.
Lotus could feel the intensity of Deus' power, weighing her down, almost as if her own potency in the Force was but a mere puddle compared to the vast lake that was his own.
Rena felt the strength of her brother, weighing her down gently, a pressure gradually building in the small of her back.
She couldn't help but let out a small gasp, watching her brother's power overshadow the assassin who had outsmarted her before.
Lotus had begun to feel beads of sweat growing on her forehead. Her heart had begun to throb an extra beat, rising slowly with each passing moment. She could feel a heavy, almost unbearable weight fall across her shoulders, while her eyes had begun to grow heavier.
She fought it, with all the strength she could muster.
She knew that by threatening his sister, Lotus had made an enemy for life.
Deus continued to stare at her until he finally exhaled sharply, his vocoder emitting a heavy hiss that followed him. Turning around, he gently took his sister's hand and begun to march off towards another section of the shuttle.
She felt the weight give way, vanishing before her, causing her to stumble and then fall, triggering the raucous laughter of the pair of soldiers who sat down, witnessing the altercation.
Rising, her anger grew tenfold. Knowing she was no match for the clones, she attempted to regain her composure and turned to face the pair of soldiers who had continued to laugh, despite their very best efforts.
"Is there something funny about all of this?" She whispered her voice low and filled with venomous rage.
One of the soldiers shook his head, "we're sorry, Mistress, but it was funny!"
Her ire continued to grow. Clenching her fists, she probed on, "and what exactly was it that made you want to laugh?"
The other continued to laugh, while the first answered again. "That despite your icy exterior and the fact that no one likes you, you had your butt handed to you by someone completely new!"
The second companion fell to the ground, his hands over his ribs as he continued laughing.
Irked, she couldn't help but raise a brow. "So, you find that funny?"
The first nodded, his laughter dying down, his companion joining him.
She gritted her teeth and said, "fine." Extending her hands, she took delight in hearing the laughter of the soldiers turn into agonizing screams as blue tendrils of electricity swarmed over them, forcing the men to fall to the ground, writhing in pain.
She continued to pour all of her hatred and anger—all of the pain she was forced to endure and the humiliation offered to her by the clone brats—into the suffering and misery of the pair of unfortunate soldiers.
Their screams continued to resonate throughout the shuttle, until they had finally died down at last.
It had been followed by a sinister cackling from the assassin, who left to smoldering corpses where they were. Dusting off her hands, Lotus calmly and quietly made her way out of the main hold of the ship that was now docking within the mighty Sith warship.
They had walked down into the clean, austere hangar, filled with immense pride for the fleet they were serving.
Lotus had walked out first, followed by a group of Sith soldiers surrounding the pair of clones.
Deus kept both his and Rena's lightsabers fastened on his belt, his arms crossed over his wide chest, while he surveyed the area around him.
Legions of soldiers stood ready and at attention for those who would be arriving shortly any moment.
Rena stood beside Deus, her hands bound by stun cuffs.
There fresh taste of scrubbed air filled her nostrils as she took in the scene before her.
Soldiers, droids, field commanders and other officers stood ready and waiting.
Lotus couldn't help but smile, knowing she had accomplished the task set out for her, despite the setback of not having her own personal achievement with her.
On the far sides of the bays were shuttles and crates that filled up the spaces. Right before the Lotus' group was a triage of turbolifts and a door that led outside of the room.
Above the turbolifts stood the hangar bay control center, where groups of officers sat huddled away, monitoring the incoming and outgoing vessels.
"How quaint," Rena muttered, glancing around the clean and brightly-lit room.
Almost as if in response, the doorway had opened, hissing and parting as a group of nine figures approached them.
Of the nine, five were clad in distinguishing crimson armour with long Force Pike staves in their grips. They were none other than the escort guard for the four figures within their protective fold.
Three of the figures within the group were clad in thick, voluminous black cloaks that covered most, if not all, of their features.
The lead figure in the trio appeared to have a very protruding nose, his skin as pale as bleached bone, similar to the other two.
The figure to his right carried a scar that seemed to originate from his forehead to his lips and beyond.
Rena couldn't be sure, but she could feel an immense anger emanating from him at the appearance of her and her brother.
The third was obviously a female, her lithe figure hidden behind the bulky cloak.
Surprisingly, Rena found nothing that was distinguishable from the other two. She could feel a tolerance exuded from the other pair, noting that perhaps they looked down upon females. By their power alone, she already knew that these were none other than Lotus' Sith Masters.
The final figure appeared to be clad in another uniform entirely.
It was the ship's commander.
He was clad in the white trousers and black blazer that fit his stocky form, carrying with it Admiral's pips. In the crook of his right arm was his cap, while the belt that ran over his black blazer and waist carried a holster for his officer's blaster pistol.
Rena narrowed her eyes, taking in the sight of the Admiral and noting that, despite his clean cut appearance, this was a man she knew was truly horrid.
His graying hair was slick back and trimmed short, leaving his ears to jut more from his rather square-shaped head. He had black bushy brows that had begun to pepper with signs of age. His tanned skin did nothing to hide the weathered skin that had begun to show signs of wrinkles.
Even his rather stocky build did nothing to hide the jowls that were beginning to add another chin to his wide face.
Rena had to stifle a giggle at the commander and instead shifted her gaze to find avenues of escape, before the lead Sith Master began to speak, catching her attention fully.
Lotus knelt before them; she could feel their power adding to her own within the hangar. She felt thrilled, exalted and what's more, she felt alive.
"Rise," the lead Master commanded, "you have done well, Lotus."
She rose, nodding, "thank you, Masters."
The second added, "you have brought the aberrations to us?"
She smiled and took a step aside and gestured with her hand to the pair behind her. "May I present to you, the strongest of the clones: Deus and Rena Naver."
The second chuckled, "odd, they seem to have names." He glanced at Lotus, "how could they have names for being mere clones?"
"Because we're people too," Rena chimed in, her eyes narrowed to thin slits.
He returned her glare, his scarred upper lip curling in distaste. "You would do well to know your place, clone. I know of your 'father' all too well." He cleared the distance between him and Rena, his acrid breath hot on her face.
Before she could respond, the third Master, the female spoke up, "quiet, Sardonicus. You will make many enemies before the night is out, I promise you that. For now, let us see what other news Lotus has brought us."
Sardonicus bit his lip and let out a low snarl before turning away and rejoining the others.
The assassin dipped her head in acknowledgement and continued, "Traya and the others have been dissolved. I saw to it personally and I could feel the presence of…our Exile working behind the scenes as well."
The lead Master growled. "He is still alive?"
She nodded, "it would seem so, my Lord."
He glanced at the female Master, "Hereticus go with Admiral Greth to the bridge and lay in coordinates for rejoining the fleet. The rest of the Council would do well to hear this." His thin lips parted in a mirthless smile, his voice barely a whisper. "It seems my son is still seeking to overthrow my Empire."
She nodded and left with the stocky Admiral, though the five guards stood still.
The lead Master moved to face Deus, who kept his stoic stance and remained calm, which had slowly grown on Rena.
Her eyes moved to her brother, who now seemed almost as if he were the eye of a hurricane.
He was completely calm and relaxed, yet ready to take action without so much as batting an eyelash.
She shuddered to think what that added to his natural lethality. Her own relative—a clone from the mighty Revan himself—had far more power than any known Jedi in the Galaxy, and what's more, he controlled it on a level that far surpassed her own.
"You must be Deus," he replied, staring at the prosthetic-faced man.
He nodded.
"Do you know who you descend from?"
"Revan," he replied, his synthetic voice filled with an edge of something Rena couldn't quite put her finger on.
It sounded to her almost as if he were filled with pride or some other feeling the invoked some sense of feeling for their 'father.'
"Your command over the Force is something to be commended, despite the fact you've been trained by weak amateurs." He smiled at the clone, his voice filled with a false sense of warmth. "You will be a great weapon over him—you will deliver this Galaxy to us and you shall ascend to the path that is truly yours and not his."
Deus merely dipped his head in acknowledgement, similar to the way in which Lotus had.
After a moment, the Master glanced at Rena and then at Lotus. "Take them to their quarters," he ordered. "We have much planned for them. They will find that their talents will be used completely."
Lotus bowed, "yes, Lord Julius."
Julius turned and began to leave, with his guards in tow, as well as the agitated Sardonicus. They will lead the armies that can match the wits and talents of their predecessor, he mused, walking through the hallways with his escorts. They will bring Revan to me, and once they do, I shall crush them all. No one shall oppose me ever again. He smiled, knowing that what would happen would soon be upon him.
He had foreseen it.
"No! Don't leave me!" She screamed as two crimson bolts tore through her other shoulder and stomach, sending her flying down into the black void that was the center of the spiraled pathway. The echoes of her scream were sent upwards as Lotus continued to fly through the hole, never to be heard from again.
She fell down what seemed an eternity, her weak form crashing along the rocky surface of the walls, until her wounded hand found purchase on a rock dislocating her shoulder in the process.
She cried out, letting go from the sudden shock and impact and continued her fall, landing on her stomach a moment after.
Without realizing it, Lotus had managed to prevent falling to her death.
Gasping for air, she glanced up and using her weak legs, she began to crawl towards the tomb that lay before her.
Its golden doors were locked, but the dust that had settled around it had done nothing to diminish its sheen.
Groaning with each and every painstaking movement, Lotus continued to crawl towards the door, her thoughts bent on why Dante would do something like this to her when she had come close to liberating him.
Groaning, she heard a distant rumble, followed by another one.
Laying a few feet before the door and feeling far too weak to move any closer, she rolled over on her back, her eyes growing heavy, as well as the growing dead weight of her limbs.
Her blood had begun pouring profusely; the only thing that had prevented any killing blow from the blast had been her armour, which was now a smoldering wreck.
Bathing the dank dirt, she rolled on her back, her eyes roaming over towards the light at the end of the tunnel, followed shortly by a large rumble and bang that it caused her to jerk upright.
Her eyes went wide as she watched her only avenue of escape shut before her in a wave of rocks and debris that covered over it, followed by a few that had fallen down towards where she had been but a few moments prior, sending dust and dirt flying over her weak body.
Too weak to care anymore, she closed her eyes; her last thought focused on the one she had come so close to taking as her own.
Dante.
She had awoken moments after, not knowing where she was and how long it had been.
The first thing that she felt was the pain.
Her stomach and her shoulders were throbbing, the pain reaching far into her, almost as if it were tearing apart her very soul.
Crying out, her voice echoing all over the tunnel, she mustered whatever strength she had left to her and pressed it deeply to her wounds.
Closing her eyes, Lotus focused on willing herself to live, willing herself to touch the Force that was pooled here and heal her wounds.
But as her eyes closed, only one image—one person sprang forth in her mind.
Dante.
"I won't let myself die—I will have you yet," she vowed through gritted teeth.
"I will have you yet."
Almost as if answering her call, she could feel the will to live growing stronger and her heavy limbs growing lighter.
The pool of the Force within the very chambers in which she now lay was swarming towards her. She could feel its cool touch, almost as if it were the icy hand of Death coming to claim her.
But Lotus felt only the strong will to live. Her mind had now fully become bent on surviving and she felt her hands begin to tingle with the power of regenerating her body. Closing her eyes, she collapsed into complete darkness, waking but a few moments later to feel rejuvenated. Her body had become one with the Force, touching it, bending its own streams to fountain into her very being and using it to purify the gaping wounds within her body.
Surprisingly, her body began to feel stronger with the influence of the Force within and without her.
She smiled, watching white wisps touch her body, leaving her body a moment later, heavy with darkness and making her feel far lighter than she had known for so long.
Without realizing it, she brought one hand up, feeling its weight once more take over.
Then she collapsed into nothingness once more.
She'd awoken completely now, her mind focused and the pain ebbing away from her body. With mild surprise, she touched her wounds—or where they would have been had it not been for the flesh that had sealed over them. Even her lightsaber wound had begun to close slowly, causing her to smile in surprise.
Already she could feel the power of the Force over her, bathing her, rejuvenating her spirit.
Still mildly weak, she rose, supported by the naturalization of the rocks. Sauntering over towards the doorway, she spotted a glimmer out of the corner of her eyes. Moving towards it, she made her way to where the glimmer was growing and even now, she could easily make out what it was.
Dust had settled over it, but nothing could deter the sheen of the lightsaber that had once belonged to Dante's deceased brother—Darth Seth.
She ignored his slumped corpse, making way to grab his lightsaber and to take his utility belt. Undaunted and unperturbed by her former Master's corpse, she removed her wrecked armour, leaving only her loose tunic underneath.
Unhooking his cape, she whirled the black cloth over her shoulders, clipping the metallic chain to the left hook of the cape. Donning the utility belt, she hefted her newly acquired blade and gave one last glance at the corpse.
"He will be mine now—you're nothing but a smoldering memory." Her eyes roamed over the blade, admiring its lightweight balance. Thumbing the activation plate, she took some delight in watching the scarlet shaft of energy thrum to life, painting the dark, dank caverns with a pale red glow.
"It still works," she droned, her eyes alit with a fiery gleam. "Good." With a casual turn, the blade swung and the scent of burnt flesh filled her nostrils.
Seth's head fell to the ground, rolling for a moment until it stopped.
Lotus Xa couldn't help but laugh.
In the next instant, she plunged the blade into the golden doorway, melting away whatever ancient lock it once held.
After imbedding the blade in hilt-deep, she finally removed it, her thumb tapping the plate off, leaving the energy to retreat back into its emitter.
With the casual gesture of her other hand, she merely commanded, "open."
The doors opened away from her, creaking on its old hinges and revealing to her a lost underground cavern filled with the bones of those who had once been lost to the tombs until that very moment.
Swallowing the lump that had begun to build up in her throat, Lotus made her way through the decayed underground city, filled with bone-picked corpses and vermin that occasionally got in her path. Her eyes focused on the broken roads, lights and other fixtures and makeshift homes that were still in her path.
She could hear the faint sound of water trickling, but what's more, she felt the cool rush of a breeze.
There lay an exit somewhere within the tomb.
She could feel the touch of the Force and knew that it emanated from something strong within this place.
Whatever it was, it had obviously chosen not to present itself yet.
What bothered Lotus the most however, was that it appeared amused enough to grant her the very wish to survive.
Whatever exuded that particular strength in the Force was obviously sentient, and that bothered Lotus immensely.
Almost guided by its whims, Lotus continued to tread warily through the dead city, her eyes roaming for any danger, yet her mind growing uneasy at the touch and the slippery guidance of the mysterious presence.
She continued to tread along a narrow dirt path that had sprung up, her ears picking up the rising sounds of trickling water.
Continuing along the dirt path for what seemed days, a weak and tired Lotus finally found her small stream of water.
Her strength fading fast, the assassin collapsed near the stream, her eyes growing heavy with weariness, unaware of the growing presence of the sentient being.
Losing consciousness quickly, knowing she could only live for so long without food or water, Lotus lay on her back, her blade in her hand. "Come and face me, creature," she spat, "I will not go without a fight."
The mysterious dark presence didn't reveal itself.
Her eyes focused on a distinct shadow a few feet from her, shortly before her sight blurred once more to reveal nothing around her.
It had been the seventh time in a row when the mysterious Force presence chose not to reveal itself, despite the many times it had the option to.
The dance continued for what seemed endless days, until she finally managed to crawl through the pathways, living solely on water and the few vermin she caught.
Resting, her mind close to breaking from the cat and mouse game from the Force presence over the past few weeks, Lotus could feel it making its way through the back of her mind.
Feeling it tread ever closer to her, the assassin knew it would only be now when she would gain the upper hand on it.
There was a shuffling amongst the dirt, its movements growing louder.
She could hear what sounded like snorting and obvious sniffing.
It began to near her.
Her eyes opened wide and she sprang into action, her lightsaber flaring to life and biting deep into the four-legged Dark Side creature known only as the Hssiss.
Appearing before her very eyes, Lotus saw where her blade bit into the creature, just above one of its legs.
Almost on instinct, the creature swung its hard carapace-like tail, forcing the assassin to leave over and on top of it.
Dragging the lightsaber along its back, Lotus raced along its back until she leapt over its thrashing tail and feral howls.
Spinning around and leveling her blade before her, Lotus witnessed the creature turn towards her, bellowing with a low growl in its throat.
Clenching her jaw, she leapt head-on towards it, knowing that only one of them would walk out alive.
The creature opened its wide maw, revealing rows upon rows of gleaming sharp teeth and hot, acrid breath. Snapping towards her, the creature let out a loud growl.
The assassin cried out, landing on the ground a few feet behind the creature.
Turning around, she witnessed the creature writhe in pain as its snout lay a few feet from it.
She sighed and turned around, a white light at the furthest end of the stream.
Raising her hands before her eyes, the assassin squinted to make it out.
She had found her exit.
For the next few days she traveled perilously towards the end of the stream, her mind focused on leaving this place once and for all.
On the last day of her trip, she finally collapsed, her strength taking her.
Using whatever strength she had, she crawled out towards the end, her mind focused on one thing: getting out alive.
She forced her thoughts on escaping.
She had escaped terrible things before and she knew she would never give up, as long as she had breath in her body.
She had escaped the slave trade on some nameless world, killing her slaver in the process.
She had escaped her Jedi Master who saw fit to torture her in ways that made the slaver a saint. She killed him in his sleep and left to join Revan and Malak in their quest against the Mandalorians.
She escaped the battlefields of Dxun, Onderon, Taris and much more.
She would escape many more things as long as she had breath in her body.
Her mind focused on the things she would take once she secured her freedom.
She would have power.
She would have unquestionable loyalty.
She would have her prize.
Her mind was still bent on Dante. He had left her marks—he had matched her devastation and thensome.
He had an unimaginable strength in the Force and she would need it if she were to take her power.
She would need him to help her create ascension, but first, she'd need to escape.
Dragging her weak body across the floor, she managed to make it out through the crook that had shone with light.
Ignoring the cool sensation of water on her body, she dragged herself out of the caverns, the sunlight bathing her body and causing her to squint her eyes until she grew used to the light.
She could feel the strong presence of the Dark Side wash over her, almost as if the icy touch assured her that as long as she continued to life, she would see her ascension.
Before she knew it, she began to lose consciousness.
The sounds of footsteps could be heard all around her, surrounding her weak and tired form.
"Sir," one of the figures said through an obvious mask, "we've found someone!"
A trio of footsteps approached her, one of them clad in silver and black armour, while the other two were clad in heavy black cloaks.
"My Lord," the armoured figure began, "we found her a short while ago. What are you orders?"
The older figure in the cloak knelt, touching her face. "Tell me young one, do you wish to live?"
She could only moan.
"Master," the second cloaked figure began, "leave her, she is not worth our time."
The Master looked back at his foolish apprentice. "Sardonicus, you fool, have you learned nothing since Revan? There is always something that is worth our time." A grin could be felt underneath his palpable and dry voice. "Besides, she survived the trials that even you could not achieve."
Sardonicus brought a hand to his lips. "Do you not forget what Revan did to me, Master?"
The older man smiled. "As I recall, Revan spared you a fate far worse—despite what you did to his companion, Malak."
Sardonicus scowled beneath the shadows. "He challenged my right to power—"
"And he nearly had it, were it not for you and your thugs, whom I recall Revan dispatching with relative ease."
"Bah," the younger man said, turning and leaving.
"Sardonicus," his Master called out, "take the girl. She shall prove…useful, in our future endeavours."
The apprentice scowled but glanced at two of the soldiers and gestured to the collapsed assassin.
Taking her slumped figure, Lotus could only mutter one name—someone whom she would take as hers or destroy. "Dante…"
Julius smiled, watching the blue swirl of hyperspace in his own quarters.
The guards, Sardonicus and the others were busy adjusting to the new arrivals.
She came through, he mused, his eyes glancing at the small datapad that lay on the dark, drab desk.
Yet she seems almost as if her mind is still on that…Jedi. His lips curled up into a snarl of disgust. I wonder, is she still useful or has she ran out of her uses? His gaze moved back to the blue swirl, dismissing the thought with a mere wave of his hand, turning his thoughts back to the matter at hand.
Revan.
"He'll come to his end soon enough," he muttered. "The children will be perfect, as well as the others." His mind shifted towards Deus, the one creature that was far more powerful than the revered warrior that was bringing down his empire.
My Empire…
He snarled, his mind still focused on tormenting him and forcing him to move his plans forward in a way he never hoped.
The weapons shall move forward, as always. No one will stop me—not the Jedi, not the Council…not even Revan.
The Galaxy shall remember the might of the Sith as it lay in burning embers.
Almost as if to wake him from his musings, his small holoprojector beeped and flashed. He removed it from the folds of his robe, activating the switch and knowing that the time to tip the balance of the Force had come.
