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The rays of the setting sun passed through the empty spaces in Tython's forests before it fell upon Taran. The young Jedi's boots crushed thin twigs on the ground as he continued through the forests floor. He kept his senses in the Force aware to avoid any possible attacks from any Flesh Raiders, Tython's natives. However, that was unlikely for the Jedi Council sent other Jedi to patrol the forests.
At the moment, the young Jedi had been searching for his fellow Jedi Knight Kira Carsen, who went off in her own direction ever since Taran accepted the Jedi Council's the dangerous mission. She had not returned for hours and it brought worry to Taran, a worry that seemed unusual in most Jedi.
The worry left him when the Force allowed Taran to feel Kira's presence and he quickened his pace, finding himself walking on a bridle path. The path led up to a small cliff on one of the many mountains, and it was there that Taran found Kira.
Kira sat there on the cliff, her legs dangling off of the edge and her upper body leaned forward, her elbows propping on her knees to support herself. Usually a brass and outspoken person, Kira's lips were sealed shut and her face remained emotionless.
Walking past a tree trunk and towards her, Taran called out to her, "Kira?"
No sound no motion came from Kira, almost as if she was trying to ignore him. If that was case, it did not take long for Taran to realize why Kira was like this.
The young Jedi continued to walk towards her until he was a few steps away from her. "You're mad at me for accepting the mission, aren't you?" he asked, though the answer was obvious to him.
After a few moments of silence, Kira stood up from the rocky ledge and turned to face her fellow Jedi, her eyes filled with both rage and fear. "Taran, this is the emperor," Kira argued, stressing on the last word. "He's the most powerful Sith in the galaxy! How can one Jedi–let alone five–could even to challenge him?!"
Taran understood Kira's argument and he had difficulty to counter her argument. The emperor was truly powerful, as the young Jedi saw for himself when he went to face Angral with Kira on the Sith Lord's Desolator weapon. Possessing Kira's own body, the emperor fought against Taran after he struck down Angral. Kira was able to break free, but there had been a reason why the emperor was able to controlling her.
In the end, Taran simply gave a nod, a reaction Kira did not take well. "What, just a nod? You're not going to say anything?" she demanded. When she received no reply, she questioned, "Aren't you even afraid we might die in this?"
At this point, Taran finally has something to say. "To be honest, I don't know if we're going to make it out alive, but if it means an end to all of this fighting, I'm willing to take it." He paused as his brown eyes met Kira's blues. "Don't you want this to end?"
Kira's bitterness faded from her face at the sight of the determination in Taran's eyes. "I do," she answered, her voice now soft and calm, "but I don't want to be under him. Not again."
Taran hands held onto Kira's tenderly as he brought her body close to his. "The emperor has no power over us," he told her. "Not if we stick together."
Hearing those words made Kira break to a familiar grin as she remarked, "Force, that was cheesy! Have you been watching any holodramas?"
He gave Kira a playful smile. "Maybe one or two," Taran admitted.
The gap between the two Jedi Knights was closed as Taran brought his himself to Kira, who welcomed a kiss. Their mouths were pressed against each other; one enjoying the others' warmth as the two wrapped their arms around each other in a loving embrace.
To the Jedi Code, what they just committed was heresy. The Code forbade any Jedi–Padawan, Knight, or Master–to form any sort of relationship. When they first met, Taran and Kira had become friends, yet their travels turned that friendship turned into something more intimate, a secret that only they shared. If they were found out, the two would most likely face being thrown out of the order, a risk Kira and Taran were willing to take.
A sudden sharp cry ended the moment as the two separated from one another to look around for the source. "What was that?" came from Taran as his hand grabbed his lightsaber hilt.
Kira's eyes looked over the small cliff and down onto the bridle path some meters below. "There!" Kira shouted.
Taran looked down as well and he saw a young woman, adorning the typical tan-colored uniform of Jedi Padawans. The young woman's white face was filled with fear as she ran for her life, trying to avoid the two large creatures chasing after her. The bulky size of their bodies and the two stumpy eye stalks on the sides of their heads allowed the Jedi to identify them as Flesh Raiders.
Activating his blue blade, Taran called out to Kira "C'mon!" before he jumped off of the cliff.
Kira followed in suit as she grabbed her own weapon to her hand, and blades of green emerged from the ends of her hilt while still in mid-air. Her feet touched the ground at the same time Taran's did and she found herself staring at the back of the Flesh Raiders.
The two Flesh Raiders halted their chase of the young Padawan and turned to face the two Jedi Knights. The young Padawan halted her escape and turned to stare in awe at her two rescuers. Baring their sharp teeth at the Jedi, the Flesh Raiders' attention were now focused on the Jedi as one raised a blaster and the other pulled out a large vibroblade. The Flesh Raider on the right fired his blaster at Taran who deflected it with his lightsaber.
Kira took her charge at the other Flesh Raider, one end of her green lightsaber coming in contact with the vibroblade. A blade of cortosis ore, Kira's lightsaber simply clashed against it. The Fresh Raider lashed out with a free clawed hand at Kira, who leaped backwards to avoid the attack as the claw struck the ground instead.
Seeing the Flesh Raider holding its weapon over its head, Kira raised her lightsaber over her head to block a downward slash that would have split her two. The Flesh Raider's wide swing left its belly open and Kira saw it as an opportunity.
With a push of the Force, Kira pushed the vibroblade upward, sending it hanging in the air for a moment. The moment was enough for Kira lunged at the Flesh Raider and her green blade slashed across the exposed belly. A scream followed as the Flesh Raider fell on the ground dead.
As for Taran, his blue lightsaber swirled through the air like a whirlwind to block the constant blaster fire from the Flesh Raider he was fighting against. While he was able to maintain shielding himself with his lightsaber, Taran knew he needed to end the confrontation and quickly.
After deflecting yet another blaster bolt, Taran quickly got onto one knee and tossed his lightsaber at the Flesh Raider, using the Force to guide it. The Force allowed Taran's lightsaber to spin in a boomerang fashion, swinging around the Flesh Raider's right. The Flesh Raider tried to avoid it, but its bulky body slowed its movement as the lightsaber bit into its back and left a deep gash. Like its comrade, the Flesh Raider fell to the ground, dead.
The entire conflict lasted only a minute, but it was long enough to leave a lasting impression of the Padawan they just rescued. "That was incredible!" the Padawan exclaimed with fascination as she ran up to the two Jedi. "You just defeated them so easily!"
As Taran sheathed his lightsaber, he got a good look of the Padawan. A young humanoid woman who just seemed to have turned twenty, her face was white like a cloud and there was a blue line tattooed on each cheek and above each eye brow. The Padawan's white hair stopped at where her neck met with the rest of her body. Her words spoke of a naiveté that only Padawans who had recently been inducted into the order.
When he saw Kira sheathed her own weapon and join him, Taran turned to the Padawan. "Are you alright? What happened here?"
"I'm fine, thank you. I would've been a goner if you didn't show up," Nadia thanked, her utter gratitude showing. "I came here to investigate the ruins up ahead. So interesting to see what the original Jedi were like." She then turned to look at the two corpses. "Then, I was attacked by those things."
While Taran and Kira were focused on current events, they knew of their Order's origins. Millennia ago, scholars and philosophers from across the galaxy came to Tython and studied the mysteries of the Force. Their studies caused a schism between the followers of Light Side, or Ashla, and Bogan, the dark. The schism, called the Force Wars, ended with the followers of Ashla victorious and they called themselves as the Jedi Order. Tython would be abandoned for centuries, and would not be rediscovered until a year after the signing of the Treaty of Coruscant.
"Nadia!" a voice called out.
All three of them turned to the other end of the bridle path to see the owner of the voice, a woman with the typical Miralukan veil over her eyes and covering most of her dark brown hair. She was attractive, but Taran could see she was Jedi from the brown robes covering her tan tunic. Hanging from the Miralukan's belt was a long silver hilt of a double bladed lightsaber.
The Padawan, identified as Nadia, smiled at the sight of the Miralukan Jedi. "Master!"
That took the two Jedi Knights by surprise for the Jedi seemed to be a few years younger than them. "Master?" Kira repeated as she looked at Taran, who simply shrugged.
The Miralukan Jedi ran towards Nadia with concern on her face. "Nadia, are you alright?"
"I'm alright, master," Nadia assured her master with a smile. She spread her arms out wide to show no scratches on her. "See not a scratch on me!"
The Jedi Master crossed her arms over her chest, like a parent would. "Nadia, I told you not to wander too far in the forests. Do you remember that?"
Nadia looked down, like a guilty child. "Kind of," she said with uncertainty.
Silence lasted for a few seconds before Nadia's Jedi Master let out a sigh through her nostrils. "We'll discuss this later. Now go back to the Temple," she told her Padawan.
Nodding at her master, Nadia left the company of her master and her two rescuers, and walked in the direction to the Jedi Temple. When she was out of sight, Nadia's master turned Taran and Kira.
"I worry about her sometimes," she commented to the other Jedi before she gave them a smile. "Thank you for watching Nadia."
Instead of accepting the thanks, Taran found himself staring at the Miralukan Jedi with surprise as he found himself asking, "You're her master? But you're so…" his voice trailed off, trying to find the right word to describe her.
The Jedi Master spoke before Taran could continue. "Young? I receive that a lot from my fellow Jedi Masters." A small pause before she said, "I do apologize for not introducing myself. I am Jedi Master Lyrana Marr."
The name immediately sparked familiarity to Taran and Kira. Hearing from fellow Jedi, Taran knew of a Lyrana Marr who stopped a mental plague that had been affecting Jedi Masters. Her success gained her an ancient title that had not been given in the past century.
"The Barsen'thor? I've heard a lot about you," Taran spoke.
Lyrana's smile widened a bit. "And I heard of you as well, Knight Taran. You're the famous Hero of Tython, who defeated Darth Angral."
Taran would have given a response if Kira had not cut in. "Hey don't forget about me! I helped out too, you know."
The Miralukan's veiled eyes fell upon Kira. "You must be Kira Carsen. The Jedi Council has often spoken of you," she said, her voice filled with interest. "They told me you were born into the Sith Empire and became a Child of the Emperor when you were a child. You escaped the Empire and were found by the Jedi."
Both surprise and fear came across Taran and Kira's faces. The 'Children of the Emperor' were agents of the emperor selected at birth, and subjected to physical and mental training for the art of infiltration. The Council heard of their existence, yet any evidence did not show itself until Kira revealed herself to be a former member. Neither of them expected the information to be widespread.
Kira's outspoken and brash voice now stuttered, "Y-yeah, that's right,"
In spite of Kira's fear, Lyrana ignored it. "I've recently been in contact with the Children. When I told the Council, they informed me of them and of your past," she explained. "Do you know anything of what the Children could be doing?"
Taran answered on Kira's behalf. "I'm afraid we don't. We haven't met any within the past few months."
Lyrana was silent, as if pondering on the information Taran gave her. "I see," Lyrana spoke before facing Taran. "Well, I should depart. Thank you again, Knight Taran." She gave Kira a small glance. "And you as well, Knight Kira."
With that, Lyrana followed the same path her Padawan took towards the Jedi Temple, leaving the two Jedi alone. Lyrana eventually was gone from their sight and Kira was the one who broke the silence that followed the Miralukan's departure. "Sheesh! I didn't think it was possible for a Jedi to be like her!" she spoke.
The young Jedi simply turned to Kira and gave her a grin meant to tease his fellow Jedi. "Jealous?"
"No!" Kira outright proclaimed. An unconvinced stare from Taran made her admit, "Alright, maybe a little."
Taran's eyes fell upon the setting sun to see only a small corner of its circular form and the blue sky was replaced with a red hue. "We should head back as well," he said. "It's getting late."
Kira would have wanted the two of them to stay alone but it would have made T3 suspicious. "Alright," she said, stretching her arms a bit. Then she turned to the bridle road and looked over her shoulder at Taran. "Try to catch up if you can!"
Kira rushed off and her form into a blur due to some assistance from the Force. A playful grin appeared on Taran's face as he found himself chasing after Kira, trying to outrun her towards the Jedi Temple.
Rain poured onto the stones that made Dark Temple and slid onto the muddy ground. The Dark Temple was located west of the Imperial capital of Kaas City, its pyramidal structure raising past the talls trees. A large horn stuck out from a corner of the Temple's roof and rose to the sky in a curved fashion. At the southern entrance was a grand approach lined with statues and courtyards.
The Dark Temple was a prison to seal away the corpses of the emperor's enemies along with their artifacts. Access to the Dark Temple was highly restricted to everyone, including the members of the Dark Council. Yet, there were small parts of the Temple that were left open for other Sith Lords to investigate. This was evident as one left the Temple and entering the jungles.
The red horns on his head identified him as a Zabrak, which was further supported by the thin lines tattooed onto his yellow face. The black robes of the Sith was accompanied by small, rectangular shoulder pads, and black gloves covered his hands. Hanging from his belt was a lightsaber hilt, its curved form that once was wielded by his ancestor.
Once, the Zabrak was a simple slave, serving under a pathetic whelp of a master. Training on Korriban, he rose through the ranks of the students and he eventually found his way to Dromund Kaas, where he discovered his heritage to a long dead Sith Lord. Now he was Lord Kallig, descendant of the famous Aloysius Kallig, rival of Tulak Hord and the same Sith Lord whose tomb had been placed under the Dark Temple.
Kallig's sickly yellow eyes caught the single all-seeing eye of the emperor above the massive stone doors that sealed entrance from unexpected company. As he did, his mind wondered about the Sith Lords who came to Dromund Kaas.
The Sith Lords of the old empire found Dromund Kaas, but it had been forgotten. It would not be discovered again until the end of the Great Hyperspace War, where the surviving Sith escaped the massacre of their people by the Republic and the Jedi. Those Sith would arrive on Dromund Kaas and settle, rebuilding a shattered people into a powerful galactic superpower.
Kallig turned his attention away from the Temple as he continued walking into the dense jungles that made up most of the Sith world. He was quick on his feet so he would not have to encounter any of the beasts that roamed the wild part of Dromund Kaas. The Sith Lord continued to do until he came across an open spot in the jungle and before him was a Fury-class Imperial Interceptor.
The Imperial ship's outer hull was made from gray durasteel and Kallig could see the bridge in the center of the ship. Like other ships of its model, it was armed with four turbolasers and missiles, and on each side was a black wing, much like those of the Imperial up the lowered ramp, Kallig found himself greeted by the human pilot of the ship, Andronikas Revel.
Dressed a simple brown shirt and tan pants, Andronikas leaned his back against the gray inner hull and had his arms crossed over his chest. The dim red lighting was enough for Kallig to see his pilot's shaven head and a tattoo right over his left eyebrow. His face was rugged from his time as a pirate captain as his brown eyes stared at the Sith.
Andronikas asked, "So, how did it go?"
Kallig remained silent as he continued to walk through the halls of his ship. Finally, he admitted, "Not so well. I haven't found anything useful in my ancestor's tomb."
The former pirate followed Kallig. "Well, we're going to have be careful. With Thanaton chasing our tails, who knows what may happen."
Kallig could only nod at that notion. For the past few months, Kallig had been on the run from a Dark Council member, Darth Thanaton. Kallig's master, Zash, was a rival of Thanaton, and after hearing Zash's death, Thanaton tried to dispose of her apprentice. Thanks to the intervention of his ancestor's spirit, Kallig was able to gain more power by binding the spirits of two ancient Sith Lords. It was not enough as Kallig was almost killed and sent on the run.
The two stopped their pace when they saw a reptilian creature, the bulky muscular form towering over them both. The creature was a Dashdae, dark skin and power claws that could carry his vibroblade that hung on his back. His red eyes stared at the Zabrak and it showed he had been overhearing the entire conversation.
"Thanaton is nothing, little Sith. I will feed on the fool's flesh and tear him to pieces!" Khem Val declared in his native tongue.
The beast known as Khem Val once had been under the servitude of Tulak Hord, the same Sith Lord who killed Kallig's ancestor. Being a Dashdae, Khem could suck the Force dry from both Jedi and Sith, a trait that Tulak Hord used to gain multiple victories. Eventually, Tulak Hord put his Dashdae servant in stasis on Korriban and left alone for centuries until he was discovered by his current master, who was a Sith trainee at the time.
Kallig looked up at his Dashdae pet. "One day, Khem," he told Khem Val as he passed him, "but now, I need more power if I'm to defeat Thanaton." The question of how to get such power plagued Kallig.
The Sith Lord found himself within main hold of his ship and saw another companion named Talos Drellik near the circular holocom terminal placed in the center. He was a human, his brown hair combed back in the standard fashion of Imperial officers. Talos wore the uniform of the Imperial Reclamation Service, an Imperial division meant to recover Sith artifacts. Talos' job ended him up on Hoth, where the human met with Kallig.
The human, Talos Drellik, took notice of the disappointment on Kallig's face. "No success I see," he commented as he stood on. "So what's the plan?"
Kallig's yellows orbs turned to Talos' green one. "For now, we'll need to stomp out Thanaton's base of power. We can eliminate his servants and any apprentices."
A high-pitched alarm came from the holocom terminal, catching the attention of everyone in the main hold. Andronikas went over to the terminal to investigate the purpose of the call.
"We're getting a transmission from Korriban," Andronikas announced, looking at the origin of the call. A message appeared on the display screen attached to the terminal and the former pirate told Kallig, "One of Zash's old students caught footage of Thanaton talking with someone."
The name of Thanaton caught Kallig's attention. "Display it," he ordered as he approached the terminal.
Andronikas did as Kallig ordered, and the Sith's eyes first came across the image of Darth Thanaton. His dark brown hair was combed to the side and he wore a smug smile that irritated Kallig. The long, dark purple robe was placed underneath the black tunic, and around his waist was with a belt that his lightsaber hung from.
Thanaton was joined by another Sith Lord, whose bulky physique was covered by a black and grayish-blue tunic. He wore silver large, triangular shoulder pads, and black fabric from his robe went down to his black boots. Over his face was a silver mask, which was shaped like a man's face with a patch over the left eye.
"Lord Baras, this is certainly unexpected," Thanaton greeted. "I was under the impression you were busy."
"I've just taken care of some matters," the Sith Lord, now named Baras, replied. "I have heard rumors you are to journey to Malachor V.This is not the first time, I assume."
Thanaton nodded. "You are correct. I've already sent my apprentice, Darth Kallous, there."
Baras' mask concealed his even glance, but his voice was enough to portray it. "You do realize of what may lurk there. If you do, I suggest you stay cautious."
Thanaton was silent for a few moments. "I will keep that in mind, Baras," Thanaton spoke.
The holoimage of the two Sith Lords returned to the terminal and a silence followed for many moments as the two humans and the single Drashdae looked at the Sith Lord before them. They expected some kind of reaction when Kallig turned to his companions. "What do you know of Malachor V?"
"Interesting location," Talos answered. "It's in the same system where the Sith of old used to be before they abandoned the system."
Andronikas simply looked at Talos. "Malachor V? I've heard of that only that it was a planet, but now it's just a bunch of asteroids. I doubt there's any Sith relics there."
Khem Val stepped forward, but it was not his voice but another's, the female voice of Darth Zash. "Malachor V is said to have once been a planet of the Dark Side," Zash's voice channeled through the Dashdae host. "The holorecords claim it was once a training ground for a group of Sith assassins who nearly destroyed the Jedi Order a few centuries ago."
Kallig stared at his Dashdae servant, and he remembered very well of Khem Val's predicament. Zash had sent Kallig on missions throughout galaxy to look for Tulak Hord's knowledge, promising her apprentice with power. In reality, Zash intended to use the knowledge transfer her mind into Kallig's body. The Dashdae servant intervened in the ritual and Zash's essence entering Khem Val, bringing the two into a constant battle for control.
Kallig turned to his pilot. "Andronikas, set a course for Malachor V. I want to know what Thanaton's up to."
With that, Kallig left the main hold of his ship and his boots walked the halls of his ship, until he noticed the familiar entrance of his quarters. The doors slid open and expected to see his familiar bed, but he was surprised to see a Togruta sitting on his bed.
The Togruta wore the robes of the Jedi Order along with a single lightsaber hilt on her belt. White patterns were placed on her orange face, and the stripes on her hollow horns and head tails were white as well.
Rising from Kallig's bed, the Togruta greeted him with a bow. "My lord, I see you have returned."
Kallig gave the Jedi a demanding glance as the door slid behind him. "Ashara, what are you doing here?"
Ashara Zavros' green eyes stared at Kallig. "I've been waiting for you return. I could sense something is troubling you."
Kallig thought of the typical Jedi compassion with distain, but he remembered the Togruta's time before joining his crew. Ashara Zavros was once a Jedi Padawan, training on the world of Taris alongside with other Jedi. Ashara exceeded in her training faster than any of the Padawans but it caused her to be prideful as she thought her master held her back. When Kallig arrived on Taris, he persuaded Ashara to join him, yet the Togruta remained true to her Jedi ideals.
His gaze softened as he replied, "I am fine. You don't need concern yourself with it."
Ashara gave Kallig an unconvinced looked, but she headed towards the entrance of the quarters. "Alright," she muttered, yet it was loud enough for Kallig to hear. "I'm just trying to help."
Her words caught Kallig's attention. "Perhaps you can help with me something," he suddenly spoke, causing Ashara to stop. "What do know of Malachor V?"
Ashara looked at the Sith Lord. "Malachor V? My master said it was the location of a great battle a few centuries. But that's all I know,"
The mention of Sith artifacts from Ashara would have made Kallig curious of the planet, yet there was none. It was a shame to Kallig that no knowledge was available.
Kallig turned away from Ashara and continued towards his bed. "Very well, return to your station," he dismissed.
Ashara walked to the entrance, but came to a stop to spare a glance at the Zabrak's back, her eyes glowing with concern. When she finally left, the whoosh of the door shutting signaled Kallig the privacy he wanted for so long as he lowered his hardened shell.
What came was a wave of pain and fatigue as he found himself staggering a bit and placing a hand on the bed. Using the hand as a support, Kallig slowly inhaled and exhale as tried to take in the pain, in spite of how it felt like acid eating away at him. Kallig raised a free hand to his face and he yanked the glove off with his teeth to see the veins more prominent than they usually were. Kallig knew it to be a bad sign of his current condition.
The Zabrak remembered the reason as he looked at the far end of his quarter to see four beings, each one covered in a blue glow. They were all spirits of ancient Sith Lords from the past and through a Sith ritual known as the Force-walk, Kallig was able to bind each and every one of the ghosts to himself. However, binding to so many ghosts had taken a toll on his body.
The hooded form of the human Darth Andru was first to comment. "So, the slithering snake does have a heart," his raspy voice taunted Kallig.
Kallig bared his teeth at Andru as he resumed his hard demeanor. Andru, being betrayed by his own daughter, had been left alone in the Dark Temple, and ever since he had been found to Kallig, he always had been taunting him, more so than the others. "What do you want?" Kallig demanded.
Hurak-mul, a Pureblood Sith general who served the Sith Lord Ludo Kressh, stood in his ancient Sith armor and his yellow eyes stared at his present owner. "What we want is our freedom," he answered. "And you agreed to give to us when you defeat your enemies."
At this point, Ergant, the one who taught Kallig the ritual, stood forward, the glowing blue aura almost concealing his dark complexion. "And yet, you are wasting time! How much longer must we wait for you to kill Thanaton?"
The ghosts waited for their owner to speak. Kallig finally broke the silence, assuring them, "I will defeat Thanaton soon. You must be patient."
Horak-mul was not convinced. "Oh and must we be patient as you court that Jedi?" Horak-mul as his hand stroked his face tendrils.
The insult at Ashara's struck a nerve as Kallig snarled at the ghostly form of the Pureblood Sith. "That is none your concern!"
Oddly enough, it was the spirit of Kalatosh Zavros, Ashara's ancestor who added, "It was bad enough he managed to trick my descendant into bringing me forth to be his slave. Now I must watch my own blood be seduced by him!"
The memory of Taris was still within his mind. Kallig manage to trick a few Sith assassins into attacking him and Ashara, and assassins were dealt with. Ashara swallowed the bait and brought Kallig into the Jedi Enclave on Taris, where the spirit of her ancestor resided. The Jedi Masters sought to cleanse the Enclave with the Light Side, using Ashara's blood ties to summon the spirit, and immediately tried to banish Kallig. The result was the master dead at the Sith Lord's feet. In spite of seeing her masters killed, Ashara summoned the spirit and Kallig commenced with the Sith ritual to bind the ghost to himself.
Kallig growled at the Sith spirits. "Get out of my sight! Now!" he ordered.
The ghosts did as their master asked, yet Kallig could see smirks on their faces. As they disappeared, Ergast's voice rang through the room. "You won't keep us for long. One day, you will free us. Just remember the pact."
The words rang in Kallig's ears, even after their non-corporeal forms returned from whence they came. The silence that followed did little to ease the uncertainty in the Sith Lord as he wondered about the dilemma he was faced with.
He knew that sooner or later, he would eventually lose control of them, and Kallig did not want that to happen, not before he was through with Thanaton. For that to happen, he needed more power. But how to find it plagued Kallig and it continued to so as he felt the Fury-class interceptor rose from the jungles of Dromund Kaas.
AN: Alright, please leave your thoughts in the reviews and if you have any criticism, please let it be constructive. Also, this is NOT up for adoption! Thank you.
Raika out!