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Post by Jinta Jidan on Jul 4, 2009 9:46:40 GMT -5
The Redemption is not yet over Jinta has cleared much of the caves and dwellings of the Mine here on Kessel and when he finally gets back to the entrance he feels a heartbeat of someone who was dead not breathing the shock-wave in the force is powerful he drops to his knees his light-sabers still lit he senses the force and he can once again feel a presence of someone living again but who,the last time he felt something like this was when Trenton killed Jet but then brought him back from the Pitts of death he wonders if it is Jet once again...
Jinta stands back up and walks out of the mouth of the mine he looks around and then sees Tiverian at the entrance as well he has no time to lackey around he disengages both his light-sabers and puts them away as he gets closer to the shuttle he can feel a new presence well an old one but one that is alive and the other barely he steps onto the ramp and then notices Ben Joreth sitting up which is not what he expected he sees Trenton laying on the ground beside him,he walks over and then kneels and turns Trenton over to check his status he places his left hand on his chest and feels the force he looks at Ben who has burned clothing on and then to Trenton who is get barely alive he realizes right now that Trenton did it again he reached deeply into the force to save a life again that life was Ben it is the reason he is alive again...
Jinta feels the force and puts his mind in the force he allows the force to grow the energy to burn his midichlorians as he also knows how to bring life back as well but not as powerful as bringing a life from death only Trenton has been able to do that he can only heal some wounds others will need a medical droid Jinta pushes the force that is building up inside him and through Trenton's body through his chest allow him to heal Trenton as much as he can he can feels his wounds his medichlorians grow again to heal and then he releases his hand from his chest and stumbles to the side wall of the shuttle their he somewhat collapses to regain his strength he wasn't able to wake him Trenton will probably do that himself but he was able to heal him none the less...
blinking his eyes catching his breathe he looks over to Ben who is looking puzzled like he was just waking up from a long sleep and then he notices Tiverian hugging his brother with joy of seeing him alive that is the best sight he has seen in a long time brothers sharing their love for each other one who was dead and brought back to life and a young Jedi who has something meaningful again for his destiny which still hasn't been completed...
Jinta feels like he is getting too old for this line of work but he does enjoy the fighting that was his best piece of fighting he has done in a long time all-he has to do now is wait for Trenton to wake up but then he wonders he hasn't felt anything in the force about Jet or for Reyne who came with them he looks at Trenton laying on the floor of the shuttle and to the young Joreth boys beside Trenton he picks himself up from the floor and walks over to Trenton who is laying their he kneels and places his right hand on his forehead...
"Trent wake up we gotta get going"...
Jinta removes his hand his fingers from Trenton's forehead and looks to the two Joreths boys on the floor he looks at the shuttle and then the instruments their has to be a way to re energize the batteries to at least get them off of here whatever ionization that happened severed the batteries energy from the shuttles main computer he looks around stare ring back to Trenton on the floor and the young Jedi Knights he wonders how will they get off this rock and if his own personal Redemption will back fire in his face when he returns to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple...
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Post by Trenton Vinh on Jul 5, 2009 0:42:53 GMT -5
The Jedi Pickup Shuttle arrived several hours after Trenton had regained consciousness.
Ben and Tiverian had retreated to the back of the shuttle to mourn the loss of their Master, and to contemplate their futures. Tiv tended to his small wounds while Ben continued to ask his brother to explain how Trenton had revived him.
Reyne Graken had regained enough strength to find a seat in the Shuttle before returning to his Meditations.
Trenton sat in a dark corner of the Shuttle, away from the eyes of others to look at the Holocron he had received from Drake Paladin.
The shuttle took off once everyone was aboard, leaving the cold wastes of Kessel behind.
Trenton felt little guilt at murdering Jet. He had loved the man, years before, but in the more recent years Jet had done his best to ostracise Trent from the Jedi Order. The Jet that Trenton had known was gone. But that's not to say they man had not done good. He had trained two fine young Jedi, who would no doubt be ready to take the Trials.
He had helped lead the Jedi Order with the Jedi Council for years, despite its faults.
He would be remembered fondly by all but the one who had killed him.
Trent knew Jet had deserved what he had gotten. He had tried to get a reaction from Trent, but he had not been aware of how close to the edge he had driven the younger Jedi.
Trent may have killed the Jedi Master, but it wasn't entirely unwarranted. It wasn't like he hadn't accused and threatened Trenton. He had treated Trent like a Sith...like a bad person. But Trenton wasn't a bad person, he was doing whatever he could to make things better.
Sometimes people have to do evil to create good.
He eyed the Holocron in his hands. It was warm, as if he had been holding it tightly in his palm for hours. He wanted to activate it now, see if he could discover its secrets. There was something Drake hadn't mentioned in his speech: he hadn't mentioned his reason why. He had said he wanted peace as much as Trenton did...but was that the truth?
Trent had no way of knowing whether or not Drake was sincere or just trying to make Trenton do evil for him.
Trenton shut his eyes, falling into a deep meditation to rejuvenate his body and mind.
He would have to explain to the Council what had happened...or would he lie to them? Trent had the feeling they wouldn't be too understanding...
He would decide when he arrived at the Temple, for now he needed to rest.
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Post by Jinta Jidan on Jul 5, 2009 2:02:32 GMT -5
Jinta watches as Trenton gets to his feet and walks completely away from him not saying a word but then he notices Reyne their in a seat he was here the whole time he just forgot about saving him earlier its the old age thing the memory isnt what it used to be but Jet they are just gonna leave without Jet something wasnt right he he shuts his eyes and feels the force but the presence of Jet Sumner is no where to be felt he opens his eyes as a tear drips from his left eye he realizes now Jet must have died killed but how could this be Jet was strong in the force almost as strong as he was he looks at the corner of the shuttle Trenton sitting their away fromt he others starering at a holocron he flips his hood over his hair and head as the shuttle takes off leaving Kessel finally heading back to Coruscant with Jet dead who will lead the Council now...
Jinta heads next to Trenton who is resting he stares down at Tiv who is fixing up his brothers wounds he looks over at Reyne who is meditating he decides he might as well walk to the front of the shuttle and stare at the stars as they head back to Coruscant he will have some explaining to do towards the council everyone here willhave to explain how they managed to escape but not Jet Sumner how were they so lucky and where does he go on from here... |
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Post by Ghev Dralin on Jul 5, 2009 7:36:43 GMT -5
Nefari boarded her ship, and dismissed the pair of Krath guards standing watch. She braced herself against the bulkhead, and let out a long, tired sigh.
"I don't care whether it was a victory or a defeat for the Brotherhood" she replied to Raeph. "As far as I'm concerned, these events have served a greater purpose. The Jedi are now aware of our existence. Carnifex will have no choice but to come out of the shadows..." she murmered, looking through the viewport and at the rocky wall of the hangar beyond, as though she were gazing into some far-away nebula.
"The time is coming..." she said slowly, her eyes still vacant. "Many of us are going to be forced to choose sides. Some of us already have" she said, straightening up and pulling on her cloak, covering her body.
She moved to the cockpit and her fingers danced over touch-activated switches, bringing up security relays from around the mine exterior. The Jedi were gone, their original shuttle a ruin. She suspected they'd called for assistance, but it didn't matter that they'd survived. Everything was playing out to her advantage, and Trenton's power was, as Drake put it, unstoppable. And the problem with unstoppable forces was that they were too difficult to control. Sooner or later, Trenton would become more powerful than even he could handle, and it would have dire consequences. Consequences which she could capitalise on.
One of the security relays flashed and maximised, her ships computer tracking the arrival of a lone fighter. She held her breath, and smiled to herself.
"The Hand of Kroenen is at play..." she said, turning and eyeing Drake over her shoulder.
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Post by Trenton Vinh on Jul 6, 2009 16:53:21 GMT -5
Drake eyed the fighter as it neared, and as Nefari spoke, he felt a pulse of surprise.
He looked at her, "So he is alive, then?"
His eyes returned to the fighter. If it had been Kroenen within the shuttle, he would have sensed the familiar presence. The occupant he was sensing was...different.
He felt his fingertips brush against the cold steel of his lightsaber hilt. He tilted his head, remembering his last time meeting Kroenen...
I injured Kroenen...I almost killed him. I thought he would be dead.
He let his eyes wander back to Nefari, the flashing red lights hitting her lithe body and casting an eerie crimson shadow on the wall.
Has Kroenen returned to avenge the injuries I caused him? Has he come to kill me? Or does he have something else planned?
Drake was careful to keep his emotions concealed, but was sure that Nefari knew what was going through his mind. Drake asked, "Kroenen has gained followers, then? Do you think they wish to kill me?"
He eyed her, knowing that if she knew that it was Kroenen's Hand coming in to land, she obviously must be connected to him.
He wanted to smirk.
It seems the Whore of the Brotherhood had enough brains to keep her fingers in more than just one Eopie Cream Pie...
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Post by Ghev Dralin on Jul 7, 2009 4:10:57 GMT -5
Nefari kept her eyes on the image of the fighter, as her console tracked it's descent, finally losing it as it moved below surface level. Within seconds, the image altered to the relay of a security probe droid, which had resumed the footage, and was now following the vessel as it landed in one of the make-shift docking bays.
"Yes, Kroenen survived" Nefari replied. She didn't tell him the rest; that he would have died, had she not supplied the Stalker Armour to sustain him. That, for months, he wavered in and out of existence, holding on only by the last threads of his rage, and the healing arts of a now-dead Sith Alchemist-in-training.
That she'd supplied the first vestiges of what was now, apparently, a considerable army.
"If Kroenen wanted you dead, he'd have come himself" she assured Drake. "Believe me, I think that's a pleasure he'd personally want to take".
She smirked, and turned to him.
"But yes, he does have followers. More now than before he left the Brotherhood" she informed him, sitting down in her command chair, almost regal.
"His violent departure from the Brotherhood made him a figure of cult status, almost a martyr. Many Sith have trickled from our ranks over the years, all to join him" she said. "His vision for the Sith makes the Brotherhood look like a childrens playgroup".
She seemed to be looking at Drake, unblinking, but in reality she was looking past him. The open entrance ramp gave way to the darkness of the hangar beyond, and the thin air was cold. Nefari's body quivered from the chill, but she made no attempts to warm herself; the expression on her face showed she was too eagerly anticipating the arrival of Kroenen's Hand.
Finally, she felt him; a calm, resolute presence within the Force, a sense of fulfillment and relaxation. She couldn't get over how calm he felt. No well of anger, no unbridled bile and rage like so many of the Brotherhood Sith, just... calmness.
"Lord Kroenen wishes me to bid thee greetings" a voice said, soft and slow, from the foot of the ramp.
"Your Master is gladly received here. As is his... Hand" Nefari said, rising from her chair and giving Drake a glance; she didn't know what the other Sith would do. Would he turn her in to the Brotherhood? She doubted it, very much.
"My Master is received wherever he chooses to go, whether gladly or not" the voice said again, and footsteps echoed on the boarding ramp.
From the shadows, a cloaked being emerged, his right sleeve torn off to reveal a crude cybernetic arm. His cloak lay open, exposing his pale, bare chest and the horrifying armour encasing his lower torso.
Gouges in his skin were filled with a dully-shining metal, concealing cybernetic repairs. And from beneath the hood, inside the blackness, shone a single red eye.
"Lord Draven, Hand of Kroenen, allow me to introduce Drake Paladin" Nefari whispered, her black eyes not leaving Drake.
"Drake" Draven said, his breath misting the air before him. "Your crimes toward Kroenen are insurmountable, though he told me to assure you that any grudge he bears is long gone".
Nefari raised an eyebrow at this news, and looked to Draven.
"Are you..."
"Silence, witch!" Draven hissed, turning to glare at her, that single red eye fixed on her. Nefari opened her mouth to retaliate, and found she couldn't speak. She gasped, and tried to reply, to curse and berate Draven, but no sounds escaped her throat.
"Kroenen has transcended the base needs of the flesh. The damage you dealt him served as a lesson; that this body is weak, and nothing but an instrument designed to decay". Draven reached up and peeled back his tattered hood.
His gaunt, hollow face was starkly pale, grey in hue. His black hair, streaked with white, hung lank around his head, strands of it obscuring the red cybernetic eye and the implants surrounding it.
"Tools must be maintained" Draven smirked. "However... I have come with a message. Kroenen wishes you to meet with him, on neutral grounds. Just you and him, at a destination and time of your choosing".
Draven looked to Nefari, and raised his hood once more.
"Unless the witch objects?" he mused. All she could do was scowl.
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Post by Ta'hok on Jul 7, 2009 10:58:39 GMT -5
Leah at last found her new companions through the force. It seemed they had all congregated together on Nefari's ship. She cave the coordinates to her Defel pilot anxious to return to her companions. She was surprised when she did not find Konnor with them, but merely assumed he must be elsewhere, perhaps in another ship. The medical droid had kept her informed on Shadow Stalker's condition and she was pleased that he was recovering. She had taken the time to deposit Chelsea and Kyle in an undisclosed location. If she was to continue to hold sway over her new puppet she would need to ensure that he didn't know where he companions were.
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Post by Trenton Vinh on Jul 7, 2009 19:52:05 GMT -5
Drake eyed Nefari wearily, wondering if she wanted him dead.
Lord Draven looked brutally grotesque, and Drake found it only mildly disturbing. He was sure that most would cringe in fear or disgust at what looked like someone who was more machine than man.
When introduced, he merely nodded at the mutilated Sith, and listened to Draven speak while Nefari choked on her own words...almost literally.
He almost told Draven to release her, but held back, and seconds later he released his grip on her.
Whoever this Lord Draven is...He is not one to trifle with...
He furrowed his eyebrows when offered to meet with Kroenen. He wanted to ask why, but resisted. He wouldn't be told the reason if he asked.
He answered before Nefari could have anything to say - if she had anything to say.
"I will meet with him."
He looked at the floor for a moment, trying to imagine what Kroenen's 'vision' could possibly be. He said, "We are both Sith. Let us meet at where it all began...At the birthplace of the Sith Order. Ziost. I will meet Darth Kroenen on Ziost. In two days time."
He wanted to know why Kroenen wished to meet him. He was suspicious that it was in fact, to kill him, but Drake doubted it. He had the feeling that had Kroenen wished him dead, he would have known it by now. And probably be dead.
He looked at Nefari and asked, "Will you be joining me, or is there another ship I can use?"
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Post by Ta'hok on Jul 8, 2009 15:42:01 GMT -5
Leah's ship landed in the same docking bay as Nefari's shuttle. Leah was quick to disembark heading towards her fellow members in of the brotherhood. She glided smoothly into Nefari's ship a small smile of satisfaction adorning her features as she entered. It was quickly diminished by the face of Draven. Though she did not know that was his name she had not been expecting such a hideous sight to greet her. She covered her mouth with one crimson hand, both to keep from gasping and to help herself repress the urge to gag. She had seen the horrors of battle but this was much more grotesque. She sensed she had missed quite a bit in her absence. Unsure of how to proceed she calmly lowered her hand and smoothed her features becoming a statue, a silent observer of the events in front of her. She noted the presence of Raeph, Drake, and Nefari. To her knowledges no one was missing, except Konnor, but he wasn't of the same status as them so she didn't really expect him to be there. Silently she waited to either be addressed or listen to the conversation that would take place.
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Post by Ta'hok on Jul 9, 2009 16:56:52 GMT -5
Tyler opened his eyes slowly. His head was spinning and his eyes found the light in the room painful. What had happened? He reached back in his memory seeking his last moments of consciousness. He remembered being captured with Chelsea and Kyle, and then he remembered...her. His eyes flew open and he scrambled to the nearest corner his progress hindered by his lightheadedness. The room swam every time he moved causing him to be unsteady on his feet. Finally he had to stop and lie on the floor in an attempt to collect his senses. He felt nauseous from the little movement he had accomplished and didn't want to move lest he upset his stomach further. At the present she didn't seem to be nearby, but his fear of her was still quite overwhelming. What had she done to him before? He didn't even have words to describe how awful it had been to feel his life-force being drained. He shuddered and regretted it, as the movement sent his head spinning again. He tried to lie as still as possible in the hope that he would recover before she returned.
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Post by Ghev Dralin on Jul 10, 2009 16:01:36 GMT -5
Draven glanced to Nefari, and to the new arrival. For a brief moment, he considered decapitating the red-skinned woman there and then, merely for having discovered this conversation, but then he decided to let her be. Soon, it wouldn't matter who knew what about the Sith Initiative and Darth Kroenen, because very soon the whole galaxy would have their names on their lips.
"I will fly you to Ziost" Nefari finally said, still glaring at Draven. "But I won't be meeting with Kroenen. His request was specific" she pointed out.
"He will be alone" Draven concurred. "And so should you be".
With that, Nefari turned to Leah. She had a question to ask, which would result in a quick decision either way.
"Leah, since coming to the Brotherhood, you've displayed an affinity for uniting those who come across you. Despite Konnor's shortcomings, you were able to befriend him, a feat no other has managed.
"In short... your natural skills could come in useful, pending your decision. Do you wish to remain loyal to a Brotherhood that is eating itself from the inside out, or would you rather assist in the unification of the Sith, and the eradication of those that would prevent it?"
Draven regarded Nefari, curious as to her motives; surely, she couldn't be attempting to induct this girl on impulse?
Whatever her plan, he'd been here long enough already. He still had one other person to seek out before his work was complete.
"I will inform Lord Kroenen of your acceptance. He will be on Ziost in two days" he said, as he left the ship and returned to his own, to relay the message.
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Post by Ta'hok on Jul 10, 2009 17:01:07 GMT -5
Leah listened carefully to the following statements. She was able to gather that there was a meeting between Lord Kroenen and Drake. Nefari was obviously displeased at the presence of this visitor to their Brotherhood. When Leah was addressed she turned her attention to Nefari, her deep red eyes betraying no emotion, the pale pink skin of her face -dyed red in the lighting- showing no emotion. Her expression betrayed a slight interest in what Nefari would say. The last time they had spoken, things had not gone well.
Leah was unsure what exactly Nefari meant by Konnor's shortcomings. She had been happily surprised when he had correctly guessed at her race. Perhaps Nefari was merely showing pride in how much better she was then her apprentice. Perhaps she already knew what race Leah was despite them having never spoken of it. If that were the case then she would indeed be sharper then Konnor. Nefari's reference to her 'natural skills' seemed to strengthen this line of thinking. Leah was prepared to admit that Nefari knew all of her innate abilities and she would not be able to use them to surprise her in a fight should it ever come to that.
Leah waited until the new guest had left the ship before giving her answer.
"I'm not sure I fully understand the question Nefari. I have never heard of this unification. I must wonder, however, at why I must chose between them. Why not unite the Botherhood with this other band of Sith? Surely we would be stronger together then at odds with each other as well as the Jedi. If you really wish a more concrete decision from me then I must know all of the facts. All I've known is the Brotherhood, and that only briefly."
She glanced at Drake unsure of where he stood in all this. Was he part of Unification or did his loyalties lean more towards the Brotherhood? Or maybe he was just as clueless and lost as she was. She did note that Nefari hadn't hinted at which decision would make good use of her skills, only hinted at the fact that there was a wrong one. She was sure the Jedi were more open with those kinds of decisions then the Sith, but that was what made them different. When one was among Sith, they had to be able to read the language of intrigue. Else they risked dying, or losing their usefulness.
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Post by Trenton Vinh on Jul 10, 2009 22:58:48 GMT -5
Drake looked at Leah as she spoke. He hadn't quite come to a decision about what he thought of her. She was still unproven in his eyes, but that only meant she was a mystery to him, and someone to be weary of.
if he didn't know one's capabilities, he wasn't going to make them an enemy.
Never face an opponent that you know nothing about. If one knows their enemy as well as they know themselves, they have nothing to fear.
He would not envy either decision she made, he believed any group of sith to be doomed from the start. One leader could never keep thousands or millions or billions happy. Derision would lead to anarchy, and that would lead to rebellion and rebellion to chaos. Hopefully, Kroenen had watched the mistakes the Emperor had made and learned from them. His hopes of ruling the Galaxy would become impossible if he made any mistakes.
Given time, any government will fall. War is something the Galaxy needs at times. In moderation, war washes out the stagnant water and leaves fresh order in its wake.
He smiled inwardly, however. It was good to see Nefari wasn't everyone's favourite Sith.
Drake dropped into a chair and leaned back, Raeph sitting in the one next to him, looking and feeling ignored.
Drake looked at his longtime ally and said, "You will come as well, but you will not join me when I meet Kroenen."
Raeph narrowed his eyes, "What happened between you two?"
Drake sighed, "It all happened just before you met the Brotherhood, a few months after I joined. Kroenen left the Brotherhood and tried to kill Carnifex. I had made a deal with Carnifex and couldn't let him die, so I defended him...not because I wanted to, because I had to. I almost killed Kroene, and received some injuries of my own."
Raeph frowned, "You think he actually forgives you?"
Drake shrugged, "I don't see why he would lie. He could have come here himself if he wanted me dead. Maybe he wants me to believe he's forgiven me. I suppose I will find out."
Raeph nodded, "Any idea what he wants?"
Drake shook his head slowly, "It would be unwise to presume anything. Kroenen always was an enigma. He most likely still is."
Raeph nodded, "Sounds like someone we could learn a lot from."
Drake replied, "You have no idea."
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Post by Ta'hok on Jul 11, 2009 9:49:08 GMT -5
Leah listened carefully to the conversation between Drake and Raeph, though she was careful not to appear to be diverting her attention from Nefari. Her eyes remained on the Dark Lady of the Sith, showing that she was waiting patiently for Nefari's reply. Though she hated to admit it, she was desperate for any information she could get.
She had hopes that Nefari wouldn't attempt to mislead her in informing her about Unification, but she knew better then to entirely trust everything the Lady of the Sith said. She knew how to read body language though and she knew if Nefari wanted her to know that she was telling the truth then she would show that she was. Otherwise Leah would be able to tell if she was continuing to play her game of words and hints.
Leah had to wonder if this Lord Kroenen and Unification were one and the same. Someone who had been defeated was not likely to ever forgive the one who had defeated them. She suppressed a smile as the thought brought up an image of Shadow Stalker. He had been defeated by her nearly one hundred years ago and he hadn't forgiven her one bit. Instead, he had let his desire for vengeance fuel his training until he had become the best assassin the universe had ever known. Or at least spread rumors and legends about.
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Post by Ghev Dralin on Jul 12, 2009 16:13:25 GMT -5
Nefari smiled at Leah, and for once, it was a genuine smile, not a condescending smirk of disapproval.
"You will make a fine Sith" she said, standing up and moving to the controls of the boarding ramp. She closed it, after signalling her two Krath guards inside, both of whom disappeared to the helm of the ship.
She was impressed with Leah's keen mind, how she displayed and voiced her need for all the facts before she could make some sort of a decision. That sort of inquisitive mind was what the Sith attracted, for it was the want of a full picture that lured many to the Sith way of life to begin with.
"I'll be blunt. Very soon, everyone in this galaxy is going to be forced to choose a side, whether they want to or not. The Sith will be united as one, though the Brotherhood will be done away with. Those who oppose the removal of the Brotherhood, and it's leader Lord Carnifex, will be summarily executed to ensure they don't cause problems".
She paused, and glanced over her shoulder; the two Krath were going through routine pre-flight checks, though they wouldn't take-off just yet. They didn't even know where Nefari was going, much less when she wished to travel there.
"Lord Kroenen represents a hope that the Sith haven't allowed themselves to have in millenia. Under him, we are One Sith, not concerned with hiding in the shadows. We will take this galaxy and re-mould it into a place where war is no longer necessary" she said, careful not to give away too many details. There was always the possibility that Leah would repeat everything, to the Brotherhood.
She glanced to Drake and Raeph, wondering what they made of all this. She must seem a little brash, talking so openly about Kroenen and his plans; even they didn't know much of that which she spoke of, and she was hardly being cautious.
"Just know that if any of you think it will be possible to stop Kroenen, it is already too late. Kroenen will cleanse this galaxy and purge those that oppose him. His plans are already in motion, and now the pending Unification is inevitable. So if any of you think you'll achieve anything by running to Carnifex..."
She didn't finish the sentence. Truth be told, she wasn't in much of a mood for word games and verbal battles, or giving the other Sith 'evidence of her weaknesses' as they may call it. She was tired of this game; tired of the secrecy, the need for subtlety, the frowns of other Sith at her open methods.
When Kroenen comes, I'll be reinvigorated. Just a little more time.
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