Part 8 -
A Zabarak walked into Typhus' chambers. Where Newond was standing, looking out his window again.
"Romo Gra'v, chieftain of the Black Sun, will be landing shortly, sir." The Zabarak told Typhus.
"Good, I look forward to it." Newond stated then turned to his alien companion. "Kletta, any word from my mercenaries?"
"No, my Lord."
Newond walked to his chair and sat down. "Kletta, I have told you before, do not call me a 'Lord.' You are no better than I am."
Kletta looked to the ground. "You wish to free people like me and my family from both Republic and Imperial influence. You are a greater person than I will ever be, Newond."
Typhus looked at his hands. "Thank you, Kletta. That will be all."
Kletta bowed and walked out of the room. Typhus sat and thought once more to himself, 'These people truly believe in me, they see me as a prophet that will deliver them from all evils in the galaxy. I wish to do that, but it will cost millions of lives. It makes me wonder.. Am I not evil myself?'
- End of Part 8 -
