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About four days had passed since Ouka met that person in the forests east of Vale. Four days since her life had been spared and a task given to her together with an offer to help her.

She had no idea what he had meant when he said help, she only knew that she had felt that it was genuine. To her own surprise she had actually performed said task, using her connections with the White Fang and her heritage to probe the support for the White Fang.

Now she was laying on her bed in a room she had gotten hold of through some old friends with no connection to the White Fang, idly looking at the device she had been given by him.

What was his name? He had never told her, had he? She idly mused on this thought for a while.

That was when said device started beeping and blinking. Startled she reached out for the disc shaped device, managing to press a button on it.

Suddenly a holographic image of that person appeared, clad in the same clothes as when he first met her. The image looked at her for a short while, and suddenly she realised that most likely he could see her in her current state.

And she was not dressed for meeting people right now.

"Ouka Genei, my name is Wayle Tyran. I am terribly sorry to realise that I never introduced myself properly during our first meeting." After a short while he spoke up, his voice slightly distorted over the connection as he gave a slight bow with his hand over his chest.

"No… That… That is fine by me…" Ouka hesitated, slightly disoriented by the combination of his politeness and her poor state of dress.

"That is reassuring to hear. Now, have you performed my task?" His voice changed from one of relief to one of authority and command.

"Yes. I have probed the support the White Fang enjoys from the common people as you asked." His tone made her forget her condition and adopt a more… militaristic manner of speech. "Their support is near non-existent amongst the human population, while they enjoy relatively wide spread support amongst the worse treated of the Faunus."

"Good, that is within my own predictions. Anything else?"

"I have also managed to get some information about the state of the White Fang itself. It seems as if talk about a disastrous attack on Vale that led to the death of many White Fang members and the capture of Roman Torchwick has led to some discontent amongst their ranks, particularly amongst older members and some of the newer recruits. Adam Taurus is holding them together, but there is tension that threatens to tear apart the White Fang there."

"I see… You have performed beyond my expectations Ouka, and as such I feel that I will honour my offer to help you. All you need to do is join me." Wayle held forth his hand, even though she could impossibly take it.

"How?" Her tone surprised even herself. It was a tone of questioning and fearful hope.

"I can help you with your visions, but more than that, I can help you, no, all Faunus gain recognition as equals. That is my ambition, to bring order and equality to this world. But I will require aid, aid from individuals like you." His tone held both kindness and the flame of ambition in it.

She was torn. Part of her worried that it would be the White Fang all over again. But another part of her told her that this man before her could succeed, that he was one worthy of this task. And one part of her told her that this man was a dark lord whose destiny it was to rule over those lesser, and there were none greater than him.

None of these made sense, but at the same time they all did. It was like how she knew that she would have died if she stayed in those tunnels, and these told her that he would not repeat the mistakes of the White Fang, that he was truly one that she could serve.

She had already given herself to one dubious cause, and in doing so she had forfeit her right to call herself just. But here was one whom she felt was just, and who would accept her into his cause despite what she had been.

Besides, she was curious just how he would help her with her visions.

So the words just came out of her mouth on their own. "Of course. I am ready to serve, my lord. What are your instructions?"

She heard a defeated sigh. "Very well. For now I want you to stay on standby. I still have some preparations left before I can set my plans into motion." His voice lost none of its authority, as a matter of fact she felt that it had gained more. "I will contact you again when I need you. Wayle out."

And then the image disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

Ouka didn't know why, but she felt that destiny had been set in motion. Now all that remained was to see where it leads.

-Break—

Wayle sighed and put away the communicator. Being called 'lord' brought mixed feelings to him.

On one hand it brought the exhilarating feeling of superiority, of power. On the other it was something he closely associated with the Sith, and as such he felt some revulsion for it.

He had been caught off guard by her sudden way of addressing him, and as such had not been able to tell her off.

Still, now things had been set in motion, but there was still much that would be needed. He had obtained his first follower, and she would be useful. After all, no matter how capable one might be, there was still no way to be in several places at once.

So he would still need more agents.

Other than that he would need a base of operations from which he could operate with impunity, Beacon served well as a place for him to be, but if he were to take on more disciples then he would need an area where he could train them without unwanted eyes observing them.

Besides, his plans meant that he would most likely get into conflict with the governing bodies of Remnant, and as such he would need a place to be that was out of their reach.

The division amongst the White Fang would provide him with an opportunity to gain followers, but it was likely that he would need to force the break. It was at least worth considering, although other venues would need to be tried as well.

Ultimately he would bring order to this chaotic world, the kingdoms would unite under a unified banner, even if he had to force it himself.

He headed back towards Beacon with the fires of determination burning in his eyes. His path had been set, and he would not be stopped.

-Break—

Latune had, Wayle reflected, improved greatly the last few days. Certainly she was no master of the sword and she still had much to learn about The Force, but at least she had become a force to be reckoned with.

Of course, the fact that Wayle was musing about this in the middle of a spar between them did speak against it, although in her defence, Wayle was still someone far beyond her, one whom compared to she was nothing.

But she had improved regardless, and Wayle felt some satisfaction in seeing her progress.

That said… "You are open!" He shouted as he whacked her in an opening in her defences after she had left herself in a bad position.

Latune rolled along with the blow, but she still clutched it painfully, indicating that she had been hurt in the exchange.

"Not bad, but you must be mindful of your position, or you will find yourself with an opening in your defence which can lead to serious injury or death. In this case you had overextended slightly, leaving a gap where you would not be able to respond in time." Wayle tried to sound helpful.

"Did you have to go through this?" Latune asked disbelievingly.

"No, had I done the same mistake in my training I would have died." He said like it was a matter of fact.

"Oh, right." Latune's eyes widened in surprise.

Wayle gave a slight smile and shook his head. Then he turned towards her with a serious look in his eyes.

"Latune. We need to talk." His tone of voice changed into one similar to the one with which he had spoken to Ouka.

"Yes?!" Slightly startled by the sudden change in tone Latune panicked slightly.

"Have you come to a conclusion on the matter we spoke about earlier?"

"You mean about how I would handle The Force? I…" Latune hesitated. "I don't really know… I don't think I can reject the Dark Side just like that but…"

"You do not need to force yourself Latune, ultimately it is your path, and no one should decide it for you." Wayle said with slight kindness in his voice. "But there is something else as well."

"Something else?" Latune asked curiously.

Wayle took a few moments to check the surroundings for potential eavesdroppers.

"I need to ask you, would you join me in an endeavour to bring peace and order to Remnant? Even if it might put you at odds with the Kingdoms?" Wayle asked ceremoniously.

Latune just stared at him blankly for a while.

"Wait, what are you planning to do?" She then asked incredulously.

"As I said, to bring order and unity to Remnant."

"How?"

"Through manipulation if possible, and if that fails, with force. But I have no intention of getting the common people involved, there is simply no need." Wayle explained.

Latune pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Are you serious?" She asked. "No, wait, you are, aren't you?"

She looked at him worriedly.

"Yes."

"You do realise that I am a member of the Atlesian military, right?"

"Of course."

Latune averted her eyes, obviously troubled. She became lost in thought, her loyalties torn. Finally she sighed and raised her gaze, locking with his. Her eyes was determined.

"I'll join, if only to make sure that you don't stray from your word." Latune said gravely. Then a mischievous glint entered her eyes. "My master." The last two words was said in full seriousness.

Wayle became flabbergasted at her words, temporarily allowing his surprise to show.

"Wow, Amara was right, that really did disturb you." She said with a grin on her face. "Then as punishment for potentially making me betray Atlas, I will call you such from now on, my master." She then kneeled.

"If you are going to insist on calling me that, I might have to start treating you as my apprentice, my apprentice." Wayle's voice became dark and powerful as he adopted his Sith persona for the first time in months.

Latune visibly paled as she realised the probable implications of those words. He had been treating her as a pupil learning about the Force from him, but he was a Sith, and if he was her master, then so would she be… And it was plain to see that she was still hesitant to take that step, for that would be the path of the Dark Side.

Which was most likely what Amara had wanted from the beginning anyways. He might just need to have some harsh words with her later…

Author's notes: This chapter is a bit shorter than I would have liked, but I wanted to get it out before Christmas as I will be celebrating it, not for religious reasons but because of traditions. So I will wish well to all those who read my story and thank you all. I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.