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Chapter 3
The spaceport in Onderon's capital of Iziz was buzzing with life, more so than usual, as technicians and maintenance droids ran about. In one docking bay of the spaceport was a ship, a XS Corellian freighter, that arrived mere hours ago and was currently tended to by the many technicians.
The ship's captain, a human with fair skin, walked down the lowered ramp, the ends of his brown overcoat almost touching the ramp. He felt a small breeze pass over his short brown hair and he raised his blue eyes to notice the many other starships passing over the spires of Iziz. The captain brought his gaze back as his brown boots touched the floor of the docking bay.
Continuing his trek through the spaceport, the captain found himself staring a docking technician, a Twi'lek male in a red Republic uniform, with the typical smile employees were supposed to give to customers. "Welcome to Iziz, Captain Jax," the technician greeted. "I am here to escort you…"
Jax cut him off before he could finish the sentence, "Yeah, whatever. Just tell your guys to hurry up. I've got a shipment for a special senator, and I don't want a scratch on it."
The technician was taken aback by Jax's sudden abruptness, but he eventually complied with a nod. "Yes, sir," he spoke before quickly retreating to his fellow accomplices.
With the nagging technician gone, Jax peered his eyes at the tall buildings of Onderon's capital lying past the spaceport. Over the mechanical whirls of the droids and the work of the technicians, the captain could barely hear the signs of life within the city.
"So this is supposed to be Iziz," Jax remarked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Not much to look at, huh?"
The comment had been directed to his two companions, Corso Riggs and Risha Drayen, who walked down the ramp. Both had been part of Jax's crew since the beginning and they often helped him when they could. Corso did so for loyalty, but Risha preferred gaining a little profit, often cutting deals that benefitted her more than others. Then again, she was the brains behind all their operations and gained her skills from her father, the infamous pirate Nok Drayen.
"What do you expect? From what I heard, the entire system's not that important," Jax heard Corso reply.
Jax turned around to Corso, his eyes first coming across the brown eyes that matched the dreadlocks. Corso wore an old gray uniform he kept from when he fought separatists on Ord Mantell.
Risha brushed off some dust on the red sleeves of her outfit. "It doesn't seem much, but the planet's been independent since the Treaty of Coruscant. It's a miracle Onderon's still isn't in anyone's hands," she said, her brown eyes on the spires beyond the spaceport.
What Risha said was true. Onderon was independent, but it also allowed Republic and Imperial citizens to pass through the planet, surprisingly enough. Anyone could see that from the Imperial and Republic spaceports built within Iziz's walls instead of the vicious jungles outside.
Facing Risha, Jax told her, "Still, we might come across some trouble while we're here. After all, we've got an entire Sith fleet above our heads." To prove his point, the captain pointed a finger up to the small visible hints of Sith warships floating in orbit of Onderon.
"Don't worry, captain. If there's any trouble, they'll be in a bit of trouble," Corso assured as he patted the blaster pistol on his thigh, which he affectionately named Torchy. "Don't really know why the senator would want us to come here."
The captain simply shrugged at Corso, "Hey it's her cargo, Corso. I'm not one to complain."
Risha simply snorted at Jax. "You're just saying that because the senator has you wrapped around her finger."
The captain simply gave his crewmate a carefree grin. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with that. You're just jealous that I get to date a senator."
"Like I'd be jealous of you," Risha shot back. "Apparently you've forgotten who's been helping you do all of your business with her."
The senator they were discussing was Senator Bevera Dodonna, Jax's current employer and sweetheart. Their relationship was just business, but it changed as the two constantly flirted with one another and finally started dating. Risha, being ever so suspicious, believed Dodonna was simply playing around with Jax's emotions for her own benefit, but Jax ignored Risha.
Before either Jax or Risha could say anything, Corso got in between them and said, "Before we get carried away, does anyone know where did Bowaar ran off to?"
Risha spared a glare at Jax before she stared at Corso, remembering the Wookie member of the crew. "I think I saw him and Akaavi run off to the cantina for some drinks."
Corso almost shivered at the name of the Mandalorian woman who stayed on board the ship. Being a Zabrak, Akaavi had a fearsome appearance with the sharp horns, facial tattoos, and the muscular arms that could break a man's neck, which was possible with her Mandalorians upbringing.
At that point, another member of Jax's crew popped into his mind. "And Guss? Where that con go to?" Jax asked as he looked around for the Mon Calamari member of his crew.
Corso was the one who answered, "He's coming this way."
Curious, Risha and Jax turned their heads to see the Mon Calamari named Languss Tuno, or Guss for short. Guss wore his old hooded outfit from when he was a Padawan of the Jedi before he left to become a con. He was running towards them with a look of panic on his face, which was quite usual in Jax's experience.
Jax stared at Guss as the Mon Calamari ran up to him and the others. "Guss, where have you been?" he asked.
The con raised his two black eyes to Jax's. "You've got to help me!"
An amused smirk appeared on the captain's face before he asked, "What, you owe someone credits, again?"
"Ha, ha, really funny!" Guss spat at Jax. "Look, I was just looking around…"
"You mean snooping," Risha interrupted.
Guss glared at Risha for a moment before looking back at Jax. "Looking around," he continued, "when I saw a Jedi on board!"
That caught Jax by surprise. While it should have been no surprise that a Jedi would be near the area of the fringe worlds to make sure the Republic's interests the captain wondered what one would be doing here.
Staring at Guss, Jax asked, "A Jedi? Who?"
From behind Guss, a voice of a woman answered that question: "I believe we already met."
The Mon Calamari almost jumped in surprise and he turned around to see the voice's owner. It was a young woman with fair skin and blond hair that went down to neck. She was a Jedi Knight, dressed in an unusual orange outfit and a lightsaber hanging from her belt.
The woman's blue eyes met the captain's own as she approached him with a warm smile. "Greeting, captain. It is nice to see you again."
"Always a pleasure to see a lovely face," Jax flashed a grin at the Jedi, his voice smooth. "How've you been doing, Nariel? I haven't seen you since Tatooine."
Risha could only roll her eyes, while Guss tried to hide behind an annoyed Corso. In spite of having an intimate relationship with Senator Dodonna, Jax often flirted with every girl he could find, ranging from women of Alderaan's noble houses to Republic soldiers. The Jedi before them, Nariel Pridence, was no exception.
When Jax first met Nariel on Tatooine, he tried to flirt with her, even though Nariel's Jedi training made her oblivious to his attempts. Instead, she had been more focused on trying to stop a Sith from obtaining a holocron, a repository of knowledge. The said holocron was owned by one of Jax's "business contacts," a crime lord named Diago Hixan.
"I am well since our last meeting. Though, I am still confused of your... 'advances,' from last time," Nariel told Jax, hesitating on the word.
Before the captain said anything, Risha muttered aloud, "No surprise there."
An annoyed look flashed across Jax's face as he turned around to see both Corso and Guss chuckling, and Risha had an amused smile of her own. Jax opened his mouth to have a "little chat" with Risha, but again, another voice interrupted his own. It was a young woman, exclaiming with excitement, "Wow, I can't believe it! Is this really Iziz?"
Looking at the source, everyone saw a humanoid woman far younger than Nariel by many years and wearing the brown robes of a Jedi Padawn. Blue tattoos ran down her cloud white face and her white hair stopped down at her neck. She stood near Jax's ship, her eyes on Iziz's towering spires.
Turning to the Padawan, Nariel told her, "Yes, Padawan. Now, you must calm yourself. Remember, 'there is no emotion, there is peace.'"
Turning around, the Padawan walked by Nariel's side, the excitement never leaving her face. "I'm sorry, I'm just so excited!" At that point, the Padawan took notice of Jax and his crew, and she cleared her throat. "Oh, uh, yes, I'm sorry. My name is Nadia Grell, daughter to Senator Tobas Grell of Sarkhai and Padawan of the Jedi Order."
While such honors would be impressive, the Padawan's jumpy and excited attitude made the captain and his crew think otherwise. It reflected of one who had never been outside of her own world before. "Really mustn't get out much, does she?" Guss muttered to Corso who gave him a nod.
Fortunately for Guss, Nadia did not hear those words, for her eyes trailed up the hull of Jax's XS freighter with fascination. "Is that your ship?" she asked.
Jax smiled as he looked up at his freighter with much pride. "Yeah, quite a beauty."
"She's as almost good as my master's ship," Nadia interjected.
Jax almost winced as if insulted, and his crew stared at the Padawan with wide eyes. A pilot's ship was his or her pride, and anyone who said Nadia's words would be insulting that said pilot. If Onderon was like Tatooine or Nar Shaddaa, Nadia would have found fists in her faces, if she was lucky.
Quickly making his wounded pride, the captain gave the Padawan a curious look and asked, "You're master's ship?"
Nadia nodded. "Yeah. It's really great! You really should see it sometime!"
The Padawan's words brought an awkward silence to everyone else around her, including Nariel. Nadia really meant well, but her naiveté made her oblivious to the double meaning behind her own words and how the others were interpreting them. Finally, the voice of a woman called out, "Nadia!"
Mentally sighing with relief, Jax turned to see a woman approaching. She was a Miraluka, Jax could tell from the brown veil over her eye, and her dark brown hair fell out of the back and on her shoulders. Much like Nariel and Nadia, the Miraluka was a Jedi, wearing her own brown robes over the tan tunic and carrying the hilt of a saberstaff.
Nadia smiled at the sight of the Miraluka. "Master!"
Jax did his best not to raise a curious eyebrow at the Miraluka. Behind him, his crew had the same reaction as Risha turned to Corso and Guss. "Master?" Risha repeated to them only to receive a shrug.
The Jedi walked beside her fellow Jedi and her red lips turned into a smile. "I see you're already making friends, Nadia," she observed, casting her veiled eyes to Jax and his crew.
"Yes, Master," the Padawan nodded to her mentor.
The Miraluka turned to Narial. "It is good to see you, Knight Pridence," she greeted with a bow.
"You as well." Nariel returned the bow. Then, she remembered the others and she faced them. "I apologize. Captain Jax, allow me to introduce the Barsen'thor of the Jedi Order, Jedi Master Lyrana Marr."
"There's no need for formalities," the Jedi Master insisted. "Please, call me Lyrana."
That came as a surprise to the non-Jedi. Nadia's master seemed to be close to the captain's own age, older than her student by a little over five standard years. This young woman was not just a Jedi Knight, but a Jedi Master.
Jax stared at the Miralukan Jedi with surprise as he found himself asking, "You're a Jedi Master? But you're so…"
"… young? I get that a lot from my fellow Jedi Masters," Lyrana finished with a small smile.
After sparing a quick glance to the other two Jedi, Lyrana told Jax, "I hope you don't mind, but I wish to speak with me Padawan and Knight Pridence… in private."
The request made Jax curious, but gave he nodded in acceptance. The Jedi Master took her leave and the other Jedi followed her to where they could talk in private. Jax and the present members of his crew were left alone, staring at the backs of the departing Jedi.
Corso walked up to the captain's side so he was in Jax's peripheral vision. "What do you think they're talking about?" he asked.
From behind the two, Guss proclaimed, "It's Jedi business, what do you think?"
The nervousness in the Mon Calamari's voice was no surprise to Jax. Guss was probably worried about the Jedi using the Force to read his mind and figure out his past as a former Padawan. Fortunately, none of them had even bothered to notice the con artist.
Jax turned to his crew. "Let's not worry about it. It doesn't have anything to do with us, anyway."
"For once, I have to agree," Risha spoke up. "We should check up on the cargo."
The captain nodded and he left the scene with his crew, but not before he spared a glance to the Jedi trio. While Jax would usually not care about Jedi business, he wondered if their presence on Onderon was related to the Sith ships over their heads. Jax decided to keep it to the back of his mind for the time being and instead focused on his job.
Across from the others, the three Jedi women finally ended the strides to a small corner of the hangar. There were no signs of any technicians or maintenance droids to overhear their conversation. Out of the three, it was Nariel who first asked Lyrana, "Any news from the royal house?"
"The Sith have deployed a small strike team on Dxun," the Jedi Master replied. "They've given us permission to investigate."
The news brought excitement in Nadia as she almost exclaimed, "We should get going, then!"
Lyrana turned to her Padawan with a stern look the lower part of her face. "Nadia, I want you to stay here," she told her.
Nadia's eyes widen with shock. "But master…" she protested, but Lyrana cut her off.
"Nadia, I promised your father I would take care of you." The young Jedi Master crossed her arms over her chest as if she was chastising Nadia. "I don't know how dangerous this mission will be. You should stay here, where it's safe."
After a few moments of silence, the Padawan hung her head in defeat. "Yes, master," she muttered.
Nariel then stepped in an inquired, "When do we leave?"
"We're to leave immediately," Lyrana told the Jedi Knight before glancing at Nadia. "Take care of yourself, Nadia."
With much reluctance, the Padawan said, "I will."
The Jedi Master turned around and walked away without saying another word. Nariel followed Lyrana, leaving Nadia behind in the spaceport to go out to face whatever danger was on Onderon's moon. As Nadia stood there, the young Padawan could not help shake the feeling something bad was going to happen to her master.
In all of her time as a member of Imperial Intelligence, Elina fought against many Republic soldiers and even Jedi. Yet, she never expected to meet the Republic's best commando squad and live to tell the tale. It was quite the story, and Elina was sure Kaliyo would certainly brag about to her future clients, maybe even putting it on her resume for a better job.
Elina was brought into a reality by the stinging pain of a batca patch on her now exposed shoulder. Once the pain subsided, the Imperial agent turned to Doctor Lokin, the one who had been tending her wound. She saw what little gray hair left on his head as well as the matching beard, and the doctor's blue eyes were focused on Elina's wound.
"Settle down, now," Lokin told the cipher. "The wound isn't fatal, but it will take a little while for it to heal."
The agent remained still on the bed and in her grey Imperial uniform instead of the brown coat she wore on Quesh. The shirt had been undone and Elina had to slide her wounded arm out of the sleeve for the doctor to do his work.
After Lokin applied his treatment, he turned his back to Elina who saw the doctor's white coat as she stood from the bed. "Thank you, doctor," she said, sliding her wounded arm into the sleeve of her uniform.
"No trouble, cipher," said Lokin with a smile, "just remember to bring me some samples for my experiments the next time you go on another mission."
Elina returned the smile, remembering the less-than-conventional experiments Lokin often conducted onboard her ship. Those experiments often included augmentations and gene splicing on many subjects, including himself recently with his Rakghoul serum.
Footsteps from outside the med bay made Elina's eyes trail down the gray walls to the entrance. Entering the med bay was Ensign Raina Temple, a young woman with dark skin and short black hair. The black uniform she wore was from her time as a member of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force on Hoth.
Upon entering, Raina stood to attention to Elina, her superior. Her brown eyes were focused on the agent as she announced, "We're receiving a call from Dromund Kaas. Imperial Intelligence wishes to speak with you."
Elina nodded in acknowledgement. "I'll be there."
Raina nodded back, and led Cipher Nine out of the med bay and into the adjacent main hold. In the main hold, the holocomm in the center was activated and the blue image of a woman stood in her Imperial uniform. Her black hair was short and eyes were focused on Cipher Nine.
The woman held her hands behind her back and greeted Elina. "Cipher, I see you've made a full recovery."
"Have you inspected the data I sent you Watcher Two?" Elina asked, wanting to get to the task at hand.
"We have," the woman, codenamed Watcher Two, said. "The schematics do match the information we were given by our sources. However, it's just as you reported. These were made by the Empire. It's possible the Republic stole the plans."
Elina almost dreaded to think that how that was possible, but Watcher Two interrupted her thoughts. "There's also the mystery of Hunter," she added, "You said he left a hologram for you before his virus wiped out the rest of the data."
The agent suppressed the urge to twitch in anger at Hunter's name, and she nodded. "I did. The last time I saw him was after the Shadow Arsenal mission. He tried to kill to me after I eliminated the SIS agent Ardun Kothe."
The mission Elina spoke of left bad memories for her. Posing as an Imperial defect, Elina worked under former Jedi Knight and SIS agent Ardun Kothe. He brainwashed Elina to have her find the Shadow Arsenal, an armament of undetectable nuclear weapons. Elina broke free of her brainwashing and defeated Kothe, but Hunter arranged for Imperial ships to destroy the Shadow Arsenal.
The enigma that was Hunter made Elina and her superiors curious. Hunter also worked under Kothe, claiming to be a member of SIS. Imperial Intelligence soon learned that was a lie, and Hunter was not working alone. Whoever Hunter's associates were, they wanted to start another war between the Republic and the Sith Empire, one that could destroy both.
"We still haven't found any leads on Hunter," Watcher Two explained. "With the fragile peace talks and constant skirmishes on fringe worlds, our resources are being used up."
Raising her head to Watcher Two's hologram, Elina inquired, "Can still you figure out who made the designs?"
"We can, but it will take time," her superior answered. "Until we learn more, you should return to headquarters on Dromund Kaas."
Elina nodded in acknowledgement. "Understood. Cipher Nine out."
Watcher Two's image faded away as the holocomm powered down, leaving Elina in the silence that followed. The agent turned to Raina, the only other being in the main hold, and said to her, "Set course for Dromund Kaas. I will be in my quarters until we arrive."
"Yes, sir," Raina said before she turned to leave.
"And Raina," Elina called, briefly catching the young ensign's attention, "do try to relax."
"Yes, sir," Raina repeated, taking her leave into the ship's cockpit.
Finding herself alone, Elina let her questions pour into her head. First off, she wondered how the Republic got her hands on the schematics of that superweapon. It was possible Hunter stole the plans and gave them to the Republic with hopes of blackmailing the Sith Empire, but there was no proof.
Then, there were the superweapon's origins. The idea of the Sith making a superweapon was not surprising, not with the recent Darth Angral incident, but Elina was not sure who funded it. Any information would have gone through Imperial Intelligence. That did not seem to be the case.
Third and most importantly, just where was that weapon and who had it: the Republic, the Empire, or Hunter's associates? The possibilities sent a shiver down her spine as she dreaded to whoever held the weapon in their hands.
Darth Tormen patiently waited at the bridge of his flagship, the Tyrant. The cybernetic implant that was his red body armor covered him from head to toe, save for his head concealed by the cowl of his hood. Anyone could see the cheek tendrils and red face that identified him as a pureblood Sith.
His arms crossed over his breastplate, and the orange eyes stared out at the world Onderon and its orbiting moon of Dxun. The gaze was like a hunter staring down at its prey before pouncing and making the kill. Tormen's impatience grew, and he fed on that to build his power in the Dark Side. At the same time, Tormen suppressed the twitching urge to grab his lightsaber on his belt to cut down some idiot passing by.
Footsteps brought the Sith Lord's attention to one of his subordinates, a human, walking to him. It was his commander, as anyone could tell from the medals on the gray uniform the man gained during his service under Tormen. The commander immediately stopped before his lord and stood to attention.
"Is the weapon ready?" Tormen demanded, the wires in his neck giving an electronic distortion to his voice.
"It is, my lord," the commander answered. "The engineers state they can have the weapon operational when needed."
Tormen took in the report with much pleasure, already foreseeing the possibility that was in his hands. Yet, there was something else as Tormen could sense from his subordinate standing next to him. "Is there something else on your mind, commander?" he inquired with much irritation.
The commander's eyes widen a bit at Tormen sensing his mind. While hesitant to answer at first, the commander cleared his throat and inquired, "My lord, I have been wondering about this weapon. How was it required, exactly?"
The Sith Lord just turned away from the commander. "It is of no concern. Just focus on your tasks, commander," he answered.
Seeing how Tormen would not answer, the commander decided to let his question remain unanswered. If he did, Tormen would choke the life out of him and the commander did not want that as he just turned around to leave.
Finally left alone, Tormen kept his eyes on the planet and moon beyond the glass window of the bridge. He could feel the Dark Side pouring from Dxun and whatever remnant was there on Onderon. Tormen hoped those Sith agents on the moon had found whatever they were looking for and quickly. He was itching for a fight and wanted to test his weapon as soon as possible.
Kera trailed down the dimly lit halls of the Fury-class Imperial Interceptor, the typical ship given to both Sith Warriors and Inquisitors. It felt like an eternity since the Wrath had been on board her starship, but in truth, it was almost a day. Being the emperor's executioner required secrecy, and that often meant for her to be away from her crew.
Those thoughts were immediately pushed aside when Kera caught her crew in the holocomm in the main hold. All four of them turned to the Emperor's Wrath passing the threshold and taking her steps towards them.
As she entered, Kera slid off her helmet from her head and held it in one hand. Her brown hair fell, stopping short of her shoulders, and her crimson skin revealed herself to be a pureblood Sith. That was proven even further with the short horns on her chin and the ruby eyes.
"Welcome back," the blue Twi'lek named Vette was the first to greet her with a carefree wave. She wore a brown outfit and collar around her neck, a sign of her servitude to Kera.
Then, Captain Malavai Quinn took a step towards the Emperor's Wrath. He donned the typical Imperial uniform and his black hair was combed as ordered by the regulations of the Imperial military. "I see you've returned, my lord," the Dromund Kaas accent left his throat. "No doubt your mission was a success."
Ever since she picked up Quinn from Balmorra, Kera knew of his by-the-book personality. He was always calculating the chances of Kera's success and it always amused the Wrath to prove him wrong.
After setting her helmet on a nearby cushion in the main hold, Kera's red eyes met Quinn's blue faced Quinn and a smirk spread on her face. "Yes, I believed I have stumped your calculations once again, Quinn."
Kera's attention was diverted to her apprentice, Jedi Master Nomen Karr's former Padawan, Jaesa Willsam. She wore a gray tank top and her saberstaff rested against the matching long skirt. Her hair was brown, and her once fair skin was paler, a side-effect of the Dark Side.
"Master, it is good to see you again," Jaesa said. Her sickly yellow eyes stared at the additional lightsaber on Kera's belt. "And you carry a Jedi's lightsaber. I'd bet the fight was enjoyable."
The Wrath let the pride of her recent victory fill her. "It was Jaesa," she told her apprentice.
The moment was interrupted by the lumbering human in the black armor of Imperial black ops, Lieutenant Pierce. The lieutenant announced in his gruff voice, "My lord, we're receiving a transmission from the Decimator."
Kera recognized the name of the Imperial ship and she ordered, "Patch it through."
Pierce did as ordered, and started to turn on the holocomm he stood next to. The Emperor's Wrath approached the holocomm just as it blared with life and the familiar image of the hooded Servant One appeared.
Servant One stared down at the Wrath. "You have returned Wrath. That is good."
Kera bowed her head with respect. "Greetings, Servant One. Is there something you need?"
The Wrath noticed a small smirk under Servant One's hood. "For your services to the emperor, we have accepted your request. The parents of your apprentice have been moved to Onderon for safety from your enemies."
Within her peripheral vision, Kera saw hints of relief and gratitude on Jaesa's face. Her apprentice kept quiet, allowing Kera to express her own gratitude to the emperor's Hand before her. "Thank you, Servant One. I am indebted to you. Is there anything else?"
"There is," Servant One answered. "The emperor has requested for you to meet with him."
Servant One said the words as if it was just a casual thing, but to everyone else, their faces were filled with surprised. It was true that Kera was the enforcer of the emperor's will, but she never met the ruler of the Sith. Now, she was given that chance, and it was great honor to be in her emperor's presence.
"I... I will be there as soon as a can," Kera managed to say after many moments of silence.
Servant One clasped his hands behind his back. "Very well. Until we meet again, Wrath."
The Wrath and her crew found themselves in silence after the hologram of Servant One faded away. Then, Kera turned to Quinn and ordered, "Captain, set a course for Dromund Kaas."
Quinn would have obeyed, but he carried some questions, as did everyone else. It was Vette who voiced these questions. "Wait, are you sure this is a good idea? Those guys seem kind of shady to me."
Kera's first thought was to grab the control to Vette's collar and shock her, but swatted that thought away. Instead she turned to Vette and saw Pierce walking next to the Twi'lek. The lieutenant scratched his short beard, the only bit of hair on his head-save for the small strip on his scalp, that is. "I'm with Vette," Pierce added. "In my experience on Taris, the other Sith I've met often mean bad business."
Kera stared at the two. "They're the servants who answer directly to the emperor. To question them would mean to question the emperor himself." She turned around and snatched her helmet. "Besides, it is what will help me to get back at Darth Baras."
Upon speaking the name, Kera sensed the unease emerging from everyone, and rightfully so. The name was of someone the Wrath despised with every fiber of her being. Kera's old master who manipulated and betrayed her, Darth Baras.
Baras. Even thinking the name brought so much rage to the Wrath because of his betrayal. For now, Kera let her rage boil inside of her and kept on walking.
Then, Kera heard Vette question, "But is it worth it?"
The black boots came to a stop, and Kera ran a hand over scar on the corner of her lip. The scar was left by Baras' lapdog, Draahg, when he tried to detonate a cavern on top of her. It was the moment of Baras' betrayal that constantly replayed itself in her mind.
"It's worth it, Vette," Kera answered, her eyes not looking back as she left. "Jaesa, come! It's time to see how your skills have improved."
Jaese wordlessly followed her master through the door, and the two were gone in seconds. However, the uneasy air remained as Pierce, Vette, and Quinn stood there in silence, taking in what the Wrath just said. She sought vengeance against Baras, that was obvious, but the three in the main hold wondered how her desire for it would effect. Right now, they could only hope things would turn out for the best.
Raika: Chapter 3's done. What do you think? I tried to put more of the class characters in, and I think it worked out okay (more leaning towards "eh," though). I most likely could have done more work on the interactions, especially between Jax (Smuggler) and Lyrana Marr (Jedi Consular) and their respective companions. Speaking of class characters, all I have left is the Bounty Hunter and Sith Inquisitor. They'll make their appearances… I just have no idea when exactly.
Also, what do you think of my writing? I thought I was putting too much stuff in the other chapters and I wasn't getting to the point. Here, I decided to shorten it a bit. I hope it's alright for you guys. If not, let me know.
Alright, please leave your thoughts and comments in the reviews, and please leave constructive criticism. Thanks.
Raika out.
PS: I'm going to be busy with college so I don't think I'll be updating this story any time soon.