Chapter 7
"They're doing what now?"
"Making us sith lords, Molker".
"This is complicating the issue". The sith coup leaders were hurrying to lightsaber practice when Labrias had broken the news. He had heard the masters talking about it minutes earlier and rushed to tell them.
"By giving us rank we graduate from the academy, we will be sent to fight jedi and whoever remains here will be unable to carry out our plans".
"These are the times when I could have used Drogan". News of his brother's escape had spread quicker than Molker or the masters had anticipated, this caused a mixed reaction for the sith. Half wanted to be like Drogan and make an escape, the other half were frightened that the masters would take out their anger on them. The following unrest was bad news for both parties. Molker couldn't help but let his concern show.
"Do you think they suspect us, Labrias?"
"Of course they suspect us, they are sith. What's more we are sith, they suspected us since we were brought on board".
"No need to be snide, we are still on the same side", Karala purred to the devaronian using the force to create an air of calm. A rarely used talent, especially for a sith. Molker was silent for a while until it was clear no one else was going to say it.
"We will have to accelerate our plans you know".
"Yes, we must ensure that all loose ends are tied".
"What about us, we can't leave before we have a chance to take over".
"No", mused Molker, "We can't. It will have to be done sooner, gather everyone you can find we will meet again tonight"
"So soon after the last one, the masters will suspect..."
"The masters already suspect. Besides they are already powerless to stop it. What is the worst that could happen now we could die here making a stand or die at the hands of some jedi, take your pick", Labrias laughed and turned to leave murmuring to himself about dreams of victory. Molker cast his head down, he knew that there was not much time left. He composed himself into his usual dignified stance and cast a glance at Karala, then moved towards his own room.
"Wait, Molker", he felt her hand on his arm.
"What is it", he said, with concern in his voice.
"It doesn't have to end like this, you know", she turned him around to face her.
"Why would you think that", he never took his eyes off hers
"We could leave, you and me, escape the war this jedi and sith struggle. It's not for us. We could just go". She glanced away from him.
"We can't, not just yet", she felt him take her hand.
"Why not"
"Because we've come too far now I couldn't leave these people, our comrades, to die.
"Yes, you're right, it was only a thought I had. Just… Just promise me that you can stay alive through it so that we can live to enjoy what we are fighting for" She turned away from him.
"I promise", he walked away from her never glancing back to see her wipe her eyes dry again.