As he butchered the collected Destiny Raiders in the mess hall, Perdition began to sense a presence in the Force. Powerful, but muted. Like a shroud placed over a lamp. It couldn't have been a Jedi or a Darksider. Perhaps one of the pirates had a latent Force sensitivity?

Leaving behind scores of dismembered and beheaded corpses, he chose to seek out the presence behind a locked door that led to the ship's brig. He cut down the two men operating the blaster turret, and the four inside. They had been protecting the only closed cell door, which he forced open. Within was his prize: Chocoth, the drunken, cantankerous Devaronian, a Falleen who Perdition assumed to be the gang's captain, and an elderly Aqualish. The reptilian woman mentioned Chocoth's grandson was under their protection, which gave him pause. After all, why would murderous pirates protect a simple child?

When Perdition looked at the boy, he began to sense minor tremors in the Force. The boy was red-skinned like his grandfather, with brown eyes and two nubs on his forehead that would grow into horns. Physically unremarkable. Yet, could this Devaronian be the presence he sensed?

When Chocoth began his hate-fueled rant, Perdition sensed the power growing in the boy. It was like pure, concentrated energy bursting free like a chrysalis. At the last second, forewarned by the Force, Perdition launched himself backwards. It saved him, and allowed him to witness an impressive act of Dark Side power. The boy, raw and untrained, somehow employed Force Drain to sap the life energies of the Falleen and Aqualish into himself. He then channeled it into red lighting, an extremely rare colour variant of the ability. Chocoth died almost instantly.

As quick as it had come, the surge ended. Perdition stepped forward, examining the aftereffects. The two pirates were left mummified, while the old Devaronian executive lay charred and smoking. Only the boy remained, a boy whose potential in the Dark Side appeared to be limitless. If he possessed this much power as an untrained youth, how powerful could he become if properly honed into a full Sith?

Perdition's master, Darth Umbris, once told him that the Force was no mere energy source. To Umbris, it was a living, breathing entity. On occasion, it saw fit to nudge the skeins of fate and present opportunities to its disciples. To those who proved themselves worthy. Perdition had argued against that notion. The Force was the binding substance that maintained life and structure in the universe, but it had no personality. It was a tool –the ultimate tool— and nothing else. A Sith must be willing to enforce his will upon the Force and understand it like a mathematical equation. Mysticism was not the path to enlightenment.

And yet, as he stood there, he found himself wondering. Perhaps his old master hadn't been entirely wrong. Mere months after slaying his own apprentice, events had unfolded so his and the boy's fates collided. The Force had provided him with a potential replacement for Briac. The future was clouded, constantly in motion. But Perdition was certain this moment had been pre-ordained, and it was his duty to seize it.

"You are exactly who I've been searching for," he said.

The boy looked up at him, exhausted from his display of power. "What do you mean?"

"It was no mere coincidence that brought us together. In releasing your power, you have shown the potential to become a mighty being."

The boy glared at Chocoth's corpse. "I just wanted him to shut up. I hate him. I've always hated him."

"Yes," Perdition acknowledged, nodding. "And that hate gave you the strength to do what was necessary. Hatred, passion. These are the keys to unlimited power. I can take you away from here and show you how to unlock your potential. Under my guidance, you will learn how to control your powers. Is that what you want?"

"I…" Taking a deep breath, the boy got to his feet. He looked down at the bodies of the Falleen and Aqualish. "I killed them."

"You did."

"Are you going to kill me?"

Perdition shook his head. "My mission was to kill your grandfather. He was the real target. Now that he is dead, my mission is complete." He saw the Devaronian's gaze lower to the lightsaber dangling from his belt. "You know what this is, don't you?"

The boy nodded. "I've heard stories of Jedi. What they can do. I always wanted to have the kind of power they had. But you're no Jedi. What are you?"

Standing at his full height and raising his chin, Perdition replied in an imperious tone, "I am Darth Perdition, Dark Lord of the Sith. The Jedi represent the Light Side of the Force. I am the Dark Side of the Force. If you accept my offer, then you will become my apprentice. I will teach you all that I know. One day, if you prove strong enough, you will assume my mantle and carry on the Sith tradition."

For a long moment, the boy said nothing. He looked down at the corpses of his victims as his palms bled onto the floor. Finally, he said, "There's nothing for me here. I…I've always felt afraid. Of danger, of my grandfather." His eyes hardened as they glimmered with a fire that spoke of hatred and determination. "I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to be strong. I want to be trained."

Perdition nodded. "Then so be it. You are now my apprentice, heir to my power and the legacy of our order." Turning sharply on his heel, he called, "Come."

With his new apprentice in tow, he crossed the length of the cruiser until he reached the vacant bridge. Walking over to the engineering consoles, he began reconfiguring the engines and entering commands for the power distribution systems.

"What are you doing?" his apprentice asked.

"The Sith exist in a state of secrecy. Our presence must remain hidden from the Jedi and the Republic. To cover up my involvement in this, I'm setting the engines to overload and destroy this ship." A few minutes later, satisfied that everything was in place, he left the bridge behind. They then entered one of the ship's loading bays. With a flick of his wrist, Perdition activated the console controlling the cargo lift. With a lurch, the cargo lift separated from the walls and lowered down to the ground. "What is your name?" he asked as he and the boy walked off the lift.

"Vrehk."

"One day, when you prove yourself worthy, you will take a new name. A Sith name. That will become your true identity, even as the rest of the galaxy knows you by your birth name."

"I understand, master," Vrehk said.

"Your first lesson begins now. My ship is located 15 kilometres that direction. It will take you three hours to walk that distance. It will also take the overload that long to go critical and destroy the cruiser."

Freezing, Vrehk stammered, "W-what? What are you talking about?"

Perdition regarded him. "If you are to be my apprentice, then you must prove yourself to me. If you reach my ship in the allotted time, I will know you intend to honour your pledge."

"But…" the boy said, at a loss for words. He couldn't understand what was happening. "I thought you wanted me as your apprentice? You saw my power!" His brown eyes were wide with confusion and fear. Fear of disappointment, of abandonment. Understandable for one so young, but those fears would have to be conquered to take the next steps.

"I did," Perdition acknowledged. He needed to teach the boy the context of this lesson. His youth required extra guidance to set him on the proper course. "But power in the Force is not enough. Thousands of Jedi possess it, as did countless Sith in eons past. But the mark of a true Sith, the mark of our order, lies in dedication. To be a Sith, you must have a will of Mandalorian iron. Our mission requires a lifetime of effort and commitment. There can be no stumbling on the path to power. I have to know you possess these qualities."

Vrehk glanced back at the cruiser, then looked at the horizon. "How can I do it? How can I walk that far in only a couple hours?"

"You must look deep within yourself and find your inner strength. The Dark Side is limitless, and as such the only limitations placed on you are self-imposed. Use your hatred to fuel your steps. When you feel like you can go no further, when you reach the point of starvation and thirst, that is when you will truly be tested. Pain and suffering are the stones upon which a Sith sharpens himself, body and soul."

"And if I can't do it?"

"Then you will have proven yourself unworthy of being my apprentice. You can either press forward, breaking the chains of your past, or you can remain here and die. The choice is yours." With no more delays, Perdition charged forward across the barren surface. If the Dark Side intended the Devaronian to be his apprentice, it would give him the tools to succeed. All that mattered was if Vrehk had the strength to use them.


Vrehk watched his new master disappear. One moment he was there, then with a flicker of motion, he disappeared. He wanted to call after him, but thought better of it. Given the powers Darth Perdition had shown back on the cruiser, he'd likely cross the distance in minutes. It was the same kind of supernatural ability that Vrehk wished for his entire life. Every time his mother told him a story about the legendary Jedi Knights, he'd imagined being one of them.

Darth Perdition offered him something greater than his wildest dreams. After all, what was a Jedi Knight compared to a Dark Lord of the Sith? The stories included the Sith, as well. They told of god-like beings who could crush armies with a gesture, destroy suns with a whisper, and conquer star systems with a glance.

He took one last glance at the empty cruiser. His grandfather's remains were in there, along with those of the pirates. The last links to his past. What kind of a past was it, Vrehk wondered? One of pain and loss and terror. Every moment felt like torture. What good was living when he was scared of every moment?

"No," Vrehk said, clenching his hands into fists. "That's not me. Not anymore."

Taking a deep breath, he made his choice. The first step, which everyone claimed to be the hardest, was surprisingly easy for him. Then came the second, and a third, until he found himself striding forward with the grace of a Nexu on the prowl. At least, that was how he imagined himself looking.

Vrehk kept that pace for the first hour, driven forward by a sense of purpose and destiny. But as the minutes ticked by, and the dry rocky landscape kept going on and on, he started to slow down. The ache in his feet grew worse, creeping up his legs until his entire lower torso throbbed with dull agony. There was also the matter of his stomach. A point came when it growled like a baby Rancor. Vrehk grimaced at the sharp pain in his gut; the last thing he ate was the mid-day meal Huk brought him in the cell. And those were only tiny ration cubes and berries.

An hour and a half after he started walking –though honestly Vrehk was too sore and starving to remember how long— he tripped. The toes of his boot caught on a sharpened piece of rock, causing him to stumble and crash, face-first, onto the ground. He grunted, feeling the sharp, craggy rocks cutting his skin.

Panting, Vrehk tried to stand. His legs, sore and aching, gave out, and he fell back down. Exhaustion seeped through his body like water from a stream soaking into soil. Lungs burning, legs aching, skin bleeding, he wanted nothing more than to give up.

'Go to sleep, love,' his mother's voice soothed in his mind. Vrehk smiled, happy to hear her angelic voice one more time.

'Close your eyes, son,' his father's voice added. 'You can be with us again. We can be a family again, forever.'

A family. Vrehk nearly forgot what that felt like. Every morning, his mother would go into the forest and collect fruit and berries. Even now, he smelled the spices she cooked with. That smell was the first thing that greeted him when he woke up. This past year, he'd felt like a prisoner trapped in a never-ending nightmare. His only family had kept him in that state, treating him like unwanted filth. If only those good times came back. Vrehk knew he could have them, if he only closed his eyes and gave up…

'I always knew you were worthless.'

He tensed, recognizing the voice. Chocoth only ever spoke in a hateful growl, his words slurred by too much wine.

'Look at you. So pathetic. You can't even get up. Might as well give up, boy. After all, why should such a weakling like you get to live? You're nothing but a parasite, feeding on your betters because you're too weak to stand on your own feet. Pathetic! Cowardly! Weak! Nothing but filth!'

Vrehk opened his eyes, feeling the exhaustion melt away as a raging inferno of emotion swelled within him. He pushed himself up, ignoring the sharp rocks biting into his sore palms. He felt rejuvenated, refreshed. The pain was still there, but muted and distant. "I am not weak," he said to the hateful voice in his head. "You were weak, old man. Selfish and bitter. I am nothing like you, and I will not die on this moon."

He took off at a full sprint, driving himself forward. He ran faster than he ever had before, faster than any adult he'd ever known. Nowhere near as fast as his new master, of course; Darth Perdition moved with such blinding speed that he seemed to disappear. Vrehk wanted to learn how to do that. He would learn that and so much more.

Even at his renewed pace, it still took him over an hour to cross the remaining distance. By the time he reached the end, Vrehk felt the exhaustion creeping back. Everything around him slowed as he became more and more tired.

Spotting something up ahead, he kept going. No longer running, he walked. When he couldn't walk properly, he stumbled forward. Finally, he did it. A single fighter, painted black and resembling a monstrous bird of prey. And standing before it, Darth Perdition watched him approach. Vrehk's legs finally gave out, and he knelt before him. "I did it, master. I did what you told me to."

"So you have," Perdition said, nodding. "By completing this first task, you have taken your first step into a larger world. As Sith, we break the chains holding us back and unlock our true potential." He crouched and placed a hand on Vrehk's shoulder. "You have proven yourself worthy to be my apprentice. Come, let us leave this empty rock behind." Far off in the distance came a loud boom, followed by a low rumble as aftershocks caused the ground to quake. "Our work begins now."

Once he climbed into the backseat of Darth Perdition's fighter, Vrehk finally allowed himself to let go. His eyes closed as sleep draped over him like a cloak. For the first time in months, he felt at peace.

He awoke sometime later. They still tunneled through hyperspace, and the chronometer on the screen indicated nearly seven hours had passed. "We've arrived," Perdition announced. The swirling blue tunnel gave way to streaks of light that became stars. Ahead lay the green and blue disc of their destination. Vrehk's new home.

"Kuat?" he asked in astonishment.

"Yes," Perdition replied. Vrehk had heard of the world all his life. One of the core founders of the Republic, it was also one of the wealthiest worlds in the galaxy. The noble families ruled over everything. A massive ring encircled the planet, the source of Kuat Drive Yards. An endless number of drydock facilities, laboratories, offices, and storage. Perdition brought them past the ring and into the atmosphere. As they flew, Vrehk admired the glimmering oceans and pristine forests. It was so beautiful.

They approached a series of cliffs on the northeastern edge of the main continent. On top of those cliffs was a large mansion, one of the biggest Vrehk had ever seen. Even from a distance, it looked massive. Shaped like a multi-tiered pyramid, it almost seemed to be carved from a mountain. Aurodium statues gleamed in the sunlight from tall platforms as large, bright flags and banners displayed a strange symbol. "Wizard," Vrehk whispered. To have the kind of credits needed to own such a place…

Perdition glanced back at him. "Do not be taken in by the trappings of wealth. They are a chain, one that can drag you down and blind you to all else. Your grandfather was a wealthy man; tell me, did it bring him any peace? Any fulfillment?"

The question made Vrehk frown. His grandfather had been rich from profits earned through ore mining and shipping. He'd bought an expensive yacht as well as fine clothes and other treasures. But despite all that, having what most people only dreamed of, it didn't change who he was. Chocoth had kept on drinking through all hours of the day. No amount of credits had made him change his ways. In the end, he was nothing but a miserable drunk.

"No, it didn't," Vrehk replied.

"Be wary of such things, my apprentice. Vices such as greed or lust are poison, infecting all they touch. Be sure you don't fall prey to their influence."

He brought the fighter low, towards the cliffs. A section of rock retracted to create an opening which they flew into, revealing a large hangar filled with all kinds of ships. Some were small fighters, while others were large, sleek personal cruisers and transports. Darth Perdition must have been ridiculously wealthy to own this many ships as well as his mansion. The fighter touched down on the hangar floor, and a team of pit droids began refueling as a squat utility lifter unit moved a ladder next to the cockpit.

Vrehk followed Perdition out, stepping down the ladder. Keeping pace with his master as he walked towards a nearby door, he asked, "If wealth is such a trap, then why do you have all this?"

"It is also a tool, apprentice, just like any other. In part, I maintain my wealth because it is expected of me. Lords of my station possess funds and treasures inherited from their ancestors. As head of my house, I must present a veneer of extravagance and leisure. Material wealth allows me to extend my reach and accomplish the goals of the Sith. Operatives hired, government officials bought, starships paid for. All in service to a greater good birthed nearly four centuries ago."

They walked through a series of utility corridors and storage areas. The functional underbelly that must have helped maintain the estate's grandeur. Vrehk could only imagine what it looked like on the upper levels: how large the rooms were, how shiny the floor, how intricate the tapestries.

Droids roamed nearly everywhere they went. "Are the organic servants up in the rest of the estate?"

"I only retain droid servants," Perdition replied. "Organics serve a purpose, but they are driven by base desires and require correction if they stray. Droids are far simpler, not to mention easier to keep loyal. While I occasionally host important guests, this estate is my sanctuary. My fellow lords view me as an eccentric recluse, which suits me just fine." As they turned a corner, he added, "These lower levels are where I house items and research related to my true mission. Vaults, archives, training rooms, and much more. The first phase of your training will take place here."

Vrehk nodded. Ever since the murder of his grandfather on Ohjal, he'd felt a certain amount of fear. His powers were new and terrible to behold, after all. But at the same time, he felt an eagerness tightening around his heart. This was the place where he'd begin to learn how to control his powers.

He couldn't wait to get started.


Perdition led the boy through the catacombs, arms crossed behind his back. Reaching a nondescript door at the end of a long corridor, he opened it without touching it. Inside was one of countless training rooms. Large and square, its emptiness belied the years of practice his former apprentice had undertaken. Briac had, ultimately, proven to be a failure.

Only time would tell if Vrehk would be a successful replacement.

The boy knelt in the centre of the room, and Perdition began to pace back and forth in front of him. "To be a Sith is to walk the path to power. We are willing disciples of the Dark Side of the Force. The Jedi, in their self-imposed ignorance, denounce it as evil. But in fact, it is the purest expression of the Force. The boiling singularity at the heart of creation. We fuel our powers with emotion: hatred, passion, suffering, joy. This strengthens our connection to the Force and guides us to ultimate power. The Jedi Order is nothing but a disease. They cut themselves off from emotion and attachment with restrictive dogma. To them, passion is the path to ruin and defeat."

"But the Jedi Order is old," Vrehk said. "They've been around since…forever. All the stories I heard said the order was born thousands of years ago."

"It is true that the Jedi have existed since the formation of the Galactic Republic. But that is because they represent a malignant stasis. Over the millennia, their kind have been responsible for the Republic's ossification. They have the power to guide the galaxy into greatness, to use the Force to affect real change. Instead, they squander their gifts, serving the fickle masses as guardians and peacekeepers. They prevent species from evolving, from reaching a higher state of being through conflict and strife. Because of this, they are unnatural, a perversion of nature. Thus, the Jedi Order needs to be destroyed for the good of the galaxy."

Vrehk looked down at the floor, furrowing his brow. "You said on Ohjal that the Sith work in secret. You said that you were the Dark Side. How can the Jedi be destroyed if they outnumber us?"

"In ages past, the Sith were legion. Empires were forged, armies and fleets rallied. The Sith of old tried on several occasions to wipe out the Republic and the Jedi through force of arms. Some came close, but even for them the task proved impossible. Agents of stagnation they may be, the Jedi will always rally to defeat their enemies on the field. Four hundred years ago, during the height of the New Sith Wars, Darth Bane rose to power. He realized that, for all their might, the Sith would never defeat the Jedi in open warfare. It is in the nature of the Dark Side to promote treachery. Apprentices would band together to overthrow their masters. Dark Lords would focus their attention on their rivals. All the while, the Jedi remained united.

"With this realization, Darth Bane reformed our order and abolished the old paradigm. Now, we operate in secret, abiding by the dictates he established. Where before there were multitudes of Sith, now there are only two. A master, to embody the power of the Dark Side, and an apprentice, who craves and strives to claim that power. This is the Rule of Two."

"So, you will teach me how to use the Force? The Dark Side?"

Perdition nodded. "I will teach you how to rise above the chains of morality and embrace the ethereal realm. You have already taken the first steps. To become a Sith, one must be willing to murder someone of their own blood. All connections to the past must be severed so the path forward can be opened. By killing your grandfather, you have begun your initiation."

Vrehk's red complexion paled as he averted his gaze. His emotions were swirling in him like a storm. Perdition sensed them with barely an effort. The boy remembered the moment when he first unleashed his power and murdered Chocoth. There was satisfaction, but also shame and regret. He would have to be stripped of such things if he ever hoped to one day assume Perdition's mantle.

"Master," Vrehk began in a timid voice. "H-how…how did I kill my grandfather?"

Regarding him, Perdition explained the likeliest theory. "I suspect you employed a rare ability known as Force Bonding. That was the catalyst."

"What's that?"

"For beings strong in the Force, connections can be made with each other. Such bonds often form between a master and student. Emotions and thoughts can be easily read by each individual, even across a galaxy. Vigour and protection can be transferred and amplified through close proximity. But Force Bonds take standard years or decades to form naturally. You possess the ability to form them in a fraction of the time, even with beings who are not strong in the Force."

"So…" the boy said, speaking as his thoughts unfolded. "You're saying that I formed bonds with the pirates?"

"Why else do you think a band of murderous thugs, who had killed so many, suddenly elected to spare you and your grandfather?"

Vrehk blinked. "Huk and the captain. That's why they took me in?"

Perdition nodded. "Your ability is innate, instinctual. In times of danger and high emotion, your power activates as a defense mechanism. When your hatred for your grandfather came to a boiling point, you drew on those bonds. You severed their link to the Force, to life itself. Such an event produces a burst of Dark Side energy. That energy traveled through the bond you shared and fueled your ability to cast Force Lightning."

Holding his hands palms upward, Perdition cast a few bolts of purple lightning. The air around him crackled with the destructive energy. Vrehk stared, wide-eyed, at the display. He gazed down at his own hands, flexing them.

"It is a powerful ability, apprentice. At the moment, you can only summon it through moments of crisis and extreme emotion. I will teach you how to summon it at will, but like all things, it will take time."

"I'm ready to learn!" Vrehk said. There was no mistaking the excitement in his tone, or the budding eagerness Perdition sensed. He could tell the Devaronian had a desire to learn, not just matters of the Force, but anything and everything. Such ravenous thirst for knowledge was a promising quality. After all, knowledge and power would do more to advance the Grand Plan than mere force of arms or skill with a lightsaber.

Perdition thumbed a button on his comlink. A few moments later, a short, rust-coloured labour droid entered the training room. He reached out with one hand, and the droid gave a squealing electronic cry as its body was ripped apart. In the corner of his eye, he saw Vrehk flinch at the sudden act of violent. With a gesture, he tossed the droid's conical head across the room so it landed on the floor in front of the boy.

"Move it," he commanded.

"Master?"

"Reach out and grip it with your mind. You have the power of the Force within you; now we begin the process of extending that power out into the material world." He moved behind Vrehk, appraising him with a critical eye. The boy glanced at him, unsure, then looked back at the droid head. Perdition felt the concentration and effort. Now, his apprentice needed to empower himself. "Tell me how you murdered your grandfather."

Surprise radiated from Vrehk like a splash of water from a thrown rock. "W-what?"

"Tell me what happened. Tell me what you felt."

"But…you were there, master. You saw."

"Nevertheless, you must elaborate from your own memory. You are still burdened with guilt over the act. If you are to properly channel your power, you must embrace the darkness within. Those of us who devote ourselves to the Dark Side are killers, monsters one and all. To master the power of the Force is to dive headfirst into a raging tempest. We become the storm. But this process cannot begin if we are tied down by profane morality. A lord of the Sith does not regret his actions. Now, tell me how you murdered your grandfather. In exacting detail."

Vrehk swallowed, then looked back at the droid head. He recounted the murder in the cell of the pirate cruiser, forcing the words out. With every breath, the memory sharpened and his anger grew. Perdition made him repeat the tale. Once more he laid out the events, hatred and anger bubbling inside. Again and again he spoke. Each time he did, he sank deeper into the murky depths of the Dark Side.

After the twentieth time, Perdition sensed his apprentice's power surging. The droid head shook, the internal parts rattling. After a few moments, it lifted an inch off the floor. Another inch, then another, until it floated at Vrehk's eye level.

Perdition's lips curled in a wolfish smile. "Excellent."


For the next two weeks, news outlets across Republic space circulated the same story. It had grabbed the attention of the common people as well as government officials.

"We bring you our top story this week," a Cerean correspondent said on holoscreens across the core worlds. Behind her conical head was the symbol of the Coruscant News Carrier. "Various attacks have been perpetrated on Inner and Outer Rim worlds. Each of these attacks have caused significant casualties and property damage. One has severely crippled the primary space dock of Antares Prime, affecting all incoming traffic and trade. Among the dead are several high-ranking members of the Mining Guild, though the widespread nature of the attacks suggests they were not the primary targets. Republic law enforcement, in coordination with members of the Jedi Order, have launched a sector-wide investigation."

The view cut from the Cerean woman to show a number of beings in grey uniforms combing through rubble on Antares. Among them were a pair of humans in the distinctive brown robes of the Jedi conversing with each other.

The Cerean reappeared on the screens. "Officials have not released any details, and representatives from the Mining Guild refuse to comment. However, our sources indicate that several Vigos of the Black Sun criminal syndicate may be responsible for the attacks." She smoothed the sleeve of her shirt, then continued. "Our hearts go out to the victims of these senseless acts of violence. We are confident that the investigators and Jedi will locate the perpetrators and bring them to justice. Of the Mining Guild executives who died, only one has surviving family."

The image of an old and young Devaronian appeared next to her on the screens

"Vrehk Chund, grandson of Chocoth Chund, Director of Acquisitions of the guild, was rescued from captivity at the hands of the pirates. In a surprising turn of events, he has become the ward of Duke Zephryk Uvanar of Kuat, who had prior dealings with the fallen guild members. The Duke was also the employer of several paramilitary groups that searched for, and ultimately rescued, young Vrehk."

The view cut from her to a scene in a press room on the orbital ring of Kuat Drive Yards. Duke Uvanar walked up to the podium. "Chocoth and I were business partners for many years. While we did not always agree, he was a good man who tried his best to raise his grandson after the death of his son and daughter-in-law. I believe he would have wanted me to take Vrehk in and raise him until he becomes of age. In the interest of the boy's safety and wellbeing, he will be remaining in my care in my family estate. He has already given a statement to Republic law enforcement. My only hope is that he can somehow move past this tragedy and grow into the man Chocoth and I knew he could become."


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