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It is not death  a man should fear, but never beginning to live

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Lucius had been born on this world, raised by the family politics that had embroiled the monarchical planet since his birth. Every noble here is molded by that same experience, though some wish to hold to their ideals of honor and grace. His family held no such niceties, his house was a den of intrigue and a pit of vipers, but it has served them well. They had married into the various other houses a number of times, including the royal dynasty itself, on a number of occasions. He had a somewhat direct connection to King Galius, considering the two were second cousins, something he would simply need to play up when speaking to him later.

For now, his attention turned to the woman before him, seeing her extend her hand towards him. He smiled, grasping it before giving it a slight shake. Most in Onderon would have kissed whatever ring she had decorated upon her finger, though he refrained, knowing they would not need to put on their masks just yet. “You’re very kind to say so, my Lady.” He spoke. She was attractive, to say the least, something they could likely use to their advantage when it came to swaying Galius. He thought for a moment, knowing they would likely need to lie about a number of things, including the reasoning as to why the two were working together on the planet. He wanted to make it look like a homecoming, returning to his homeland after so long, with all his victories under his belt. He would pledge to serve Onderon, and slowly sink his claws into Galius.

He simply wondered what part she would play in this game they found themselves in. As he released her hand, his own returned to rest behind his back. “You look wonderful, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble blending in with the other nobles here on Onderon. Though, we have much to discuss in regards to what we will tell them.” He spoke, gesturing with his hand towards an entrance to the rest of the city, knowing they could plan and walk alongside one another with ease. It had been over a decade since he had last seen Iziz. It used to feel so large as a child, with its tall structures and giant walls. Now it seems small compared to the cities of Kaas and Coruscant. Even Nar Shaada seemed larger by comparison.

“This planet is my home, Lady Raine, I am somewhat well known here, at least amongst the noble families. But you remain an Imperial Enigma. No doubt they will ponder how it is you are connected with me, so perhaps we should spin some tale of how we met.” The nature of their mission was a secret after all. They were not the Imperial ambassadors to this planet, but tasked with the mission to turn Galius into a turncloak, and Onderon with him. To the rest of the planet, they were simply guests, or prodigal sons returning to their home. They continued walking along the streets of Iziz, eventually coming to his family’s home in the city. He had told them he was returning to the capital city, though they had said they were off-world at the time, which made things much simpler. Perhaps they’d return to their estate instead, rather than see him.

The door to the lavish home opened, revealing an opulent entryway, decorated with red and gold furnishings, detailing great events of House Trayven’s past, from taming and killing wild beasts, to having a number of members ascend to the ranks of the Sith. He allowed her to enter first, before going into the living room. “Your bedroom will be on the third floor, door on the left. Mine will be the one on the right, if you don’t mind, of course.”

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Lucius had been frozen in carbonite for millennia now, having used the force to heal himself prior to his internment. While most would have died due to carbonite sickness for the amount of time he had been interred, his latent use of the force had allowed him to survive in these extreme conditions, knowing one day he would be needed again, when the Galaxy would once again be dominated by the Sith. He had been lost in the old homeland of the Sith, Korriban, but since then he had likely been moved, though he could not sense it.

The carbonite began to unfreeze, dripping onto the floor below, as the liquefied material that once coated him melted away. He emerged from the procedure by falling onto his knee, wearing simple black robes to cover his chest and legs, his feet and hands remaining bare. His lightsaber was the only weapon he had taken with him, remaining on his waist. He was blind momentarily, though his vision slowly began returning, blurry for the most part, though in time it would return fully. He felt hands grasp his arms and lift him to his feet, his sense of the force coming back far more quickly than expected. He could sense the world around him, including one presence in particular, calling out to him.

By the time his eyesight had finally returned, he was able to stand on his own feet, feeling the cold floor beneath them, as he continued to walk forward. He heard the words the princess spoke, understanding them, though not where he truly was. He had not heard of the name Exogal before, though he figured he was in the Unknown Regions somewhere. “Princess Palpatine, it is a pleasure to serve the Sith Empire once more.” He looked towards the other cultists, noting the differences in clothing from the era where he came from. “How many years have I been away?” He remained upright, somewhat lost, but he was sure he would find himself once more. He knew that he would be of use once more.

He felt her hand brushing a few stray locks from his face, his eyes remaining on her as she did so, finally seeing her facial features clearly. He could feel her presence linger in his mind, allowing him a few visions of her past, allowing him to at least somewhat reorient himself regarding his place in both space and time at the very moment. He blinked a few times before turning his attention back to her, unsure of what to make of it. He heard only read about force bonds before, though he questioned why it was her who he was bonded to, and not someone from his original time. Perhaps he was meant to be here.

He watched the cultists leave through the door behind him, his eyes returning to the princess before him. Part of him was at a loss for words, wondering how to describe the current sensation drawing him to her. “What did you see, when you went inside my head?” He asked curiously.

@sonofonderon-Lucius and Princess Palpatine

She stood in front of the carbonite and wondered what he’d be like, although it seemed like her Grandfather had so many Sith frozen.  Rey nodded towards the cultist to start the process of bringing him around and she turned around. As she continued to read the datapad she’d been working on, something changed.  

Rey felt the shift in the force the moment he’d been taken out of the carbonite and it wasn’t something she’d ever felt.  Exegol was strong in the dark side and although most couldn’t deal with it, she’d been there since she was a child and rarely felt shifts anymore but this was different.  

Turning around, the cultist brought the man to her and she looked up at him.  Instantly there was something she felt run through her.  Her head tilted to the side and he seemed a bit confused.  “Darth  Trayven , It’s a pleasure to meet you.  I’m not sure you understand what is going on but this is Exegol.  The home of the Sith Order, or the rebirth of it.  I’m Princess Palpatine, Sith Lord and next in line to Emperor Palpatine.” 

She nodded and moved forward, reaching up to push a piece of hair out of his face. The moment she touched him, flashes of his life were filling her vision and she could feel an unbelievable draw to him.  Getting her composure, her eyes narrowed at the cultist with them. “What are you standing there for, get him new robes for his station.  Now.”

Her eyes now back on him. “Very interesting.”

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Lucius stood within the walls of the Sith Academy on Korriban, knowing that not ten years ago he stood within these very walls as an acolyte, ready to be taken up as an apprentice by those above him. Darth Tyrus had taken him in, molded him from a boy into a man, forging him into a powerful, proud, and unforgiving Sith lord. He was strong, but he had been made stronger, more powerful, commanding a power within the Empire few could rival. His reputation as a brutal man was not fabricated, especially in the aftermath of his occupation of Alderaan. Even if the planet was to return to the Republic, he was certain he would return soon enough, ready to obliterate the planet once again with heavy handed tactics that made him so despised by the loyalist houses. Now, however, was a time of peace and preparation for the final annihilation of the Republic. He looked towards the walls of the Academy, knowing it was time for him to take on an apprentice, as his duty commanded him. While a number of Darths had a few apprentices, Lucius only sought one for the time being, looking through the list of those competing for apprenticeships throughout their training, Lucius was given the best and brightest out of the academy, knowing his status would afford him such luxuries. He eventually chose a female named Rey, an individual with no family and little past to speak of, not knowing who she truly was save that she was a talented user of the force who had excelled in the academy. He summoned her to his office, having confirmed his selection after seeing her performance in her trials. She stood at attention in his office, his hand holding a lightsaber, a traditional mark of passage granted to new apprentices. “You have done well in your trials, Rey. Serve me, and you shall receive glory upon the battlefield, and the blood of your enemies spilt upon the ground. Swear your loyalty, and I shall name you my apprentice.” He took the lightsaber that had been made for her and held it out to her. “Rise, and take your weapon. We leave for Kaas city immediately to continue your training. My estate there shall have adequate facilities to train you.”

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IT TAKES A careful architect to build ballasts  &&  create new pathways around shatterdome synapses.  an abandoned, ruined building with the guts ripped out, rubble piling, dust filtering to  &&  fro with rags dredged over its former GLORY, can still sport the skeleton for something beautiful ( better         USEFUL   ).  

Rey has become empty shell, an eagerly carved hilt with a stunningly dangerous blade.  &&   she just needs sharpening  (  ROUTINE  ) to stay deadly. 

she blinks once, snaps solidity into her sharp, focus.  ’ i’m ready for your teachings,’   she speaks like a typewriter’s feet jumping across the page, deliberate, clicking without pause or mistake ( like the words have been PROGRAMMED, tattooed onto the grit of her molars. ).  her shoulders spread like wings, flex down to fit over the width of her spine.

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Lucius remained standing proud, his black armor making barely a sound as he turned to face her, the dark metallic plates forming an intimidating set of armor, resting atop a set of dark scarlet colored robes. This was the armor he wore when he first took Zakuul by storm, the armor he wore when war was coming. Conflict with this new Republic was inevitable, knowing their army was pathetically small, only made up of small militias now, instead of the professional standing army he faced during his time. His gloved hands remained behind his back, his left hand holding his right, the plated gauntlets protecting them pressing against his back. He stepped forward as Rey spoke, his followers having raised and trained her in all things she would need to know as a Sith, as well as further pushing her into the absolute beliefs of the Empire. She was to be his successor, crafted by his will to be the next great Sith, to carry on his legacy should he meet his end. “Your devotion to the teachings of the Empire have shown you have great potential. I appreciate your humility, my apprentice, though I have no doubt that was instilled into you by those who raised you. I have no doubt that your loyalty and obedience will be something all of my followers shall look upon with envy.” He spoke, gesturing for her to approach the large glass window behind them, showing her the remainder of the massive city the planet had to offer. “This is your first time here, is it not?” He spoke, his eyes looking towards the ever growing fleet of star destroyers being built by the endless series of factories on the heavily industrialized planet, while massive recruitment drives were mobilizing the population for an all-out war. Billions throughout his strangehold on the unknown regions will serve, just as Rey will. “Tell me what you think. What do you see in this planet?”

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Lucius had chosen the unknown regions as the perfect place to rebuild the Sith Empire, knowing that their greatest foes, that of Zakuul, had once come from this region. There, he had found a capital, with billions of humans to follow him, with ample industry and manpower to support the new war he was preparing them for. Through the dark magic of the Sith, he was able to live on throughout the millennia, silently watching from a distance as the Republic and Empire rose and fell, allowing him to quietly accumulate his own power. Once the Empire has fallen, his carrion call was heard throughout the remnants of the Empire, bringing them together in his homeland, forging them anew as the First Order, under his direct command. The Sith Empire would be born again, and the New Republic would perish just as the old one did.

One individual who was closely monitored by Lucius was the child they had taken nearly two decades ago. It was the Sith who first sensed her presence in the Force, noticing the power she wielded and how she would be a great weapon in their arsenal. She was taken at a young age, instructed in all necessary ways by his disciples, brought up to be another powerful Sith. Soon enough, Lucius would have his apprentice, after so many centuries without a worthy individual to grant the title to. He waited in one of Zakuul’s many towers, knowing he summoned her to finally meet him after so many years, barely whispering to her to confirm her existence. She was brought to him, finally ready to accept her destiny. A black clad disciple entered the living room where he waited, made up of monochromed furniture and abstract artistic decorations. “Let her enter.” He spoke, before letting his follower go.

Once he heard the door open once again, he turned to face the girl he had groomed to be his right hand, his greatest pupil. “Rey. The Disciples informed me that they could teach you no more, that you were ready to assume your place as my apprentice. Do you believe they are correct?” He spoke, his hands remaining behind his back, his ice blue eyes looking towards his future protégé. “Your training shall be different under my tutelage. I shall finish molding you into the perfect Sith. I have had a number of pupils before, but I sense great things from you.”

As she waited, she looked out of a nearby viewport to see the majesty of the capital. She had never seen it in person, only in holos used in her lessons. Not only had she been trained in the ways of the Dark Side, but she’d been tutored in Sith history, languages, strategy and politics. Part of her wished to explore the Capital in greater detail but she was here for a purpose that could not be ignored, childish trips into the city could wait.

Over the years, she had heard faintest whispers from the Supreme Leader, promising that she would be a great Sith one day if she applied herself, that he would grant her power beyond her dreams if she showed determination and loyalty. Reminding her that her family had abandoned her and the Sith had given her a home and a purpose. She had not once wavered in this ambition, not matter how often the Light side ached for her in her dreams. And today, all that would finally pay off and she would get her reward. 

She entered the room with the grace of a trained warrior and waited patiently for him to speak. Rey allowed herself the faintest glances around the room at the decor. When he turned to her and spoke, she lowered her head as a sign of respect. She also wished to hide the faintest of blushes on her skin, having not expected the Supreme Leader to look as he did. “I believe that I have tried to be worthy of such praise.” She told him in response. “And I want to be worthy of such faith from you.” 

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The Sith’s eyes continued to remained fixated on the Jedi in front of him, his gaze set to examine everything he could about her. The light within the tomb kept it nearly as dark as the cold vacuum of space, only illuminated by their blades. “Your order has always deluded themselves, why would you be any different? You tell yourself lies to ease your passage into your dreamless sleep every night, to soothe your worries about whether you did what was right, whether the sacrifices you’ve made and the life you suffer was worth it. How many died? How many faceless soldiers did you kill for a cause that has discarded you? Where are your comrades? Why come alone after fighting alongside them for so long, unless they abandoned you to your fate.” The blue eyes of the man never failed to focus on the girl before him, not much older than a Padawan would have been in his time. She was simply all the Jedi had left. Her order would end with her final breath, although he did not want to be the one to extinguish it. There is no greater weapon than the one built by your enemies, only to be turned against them.

He continued speaking, stopping in his tracks as he found his sarcophagus once more. He turned away from her for a moment, running his gloved finger over the markings, chiseled by artisans in their ancient language, even though none of his kind knew how to truly speak it. His voice paused, as he listened to her response, stating that this was the tomb of the Sith. “Like many of your kin, you are both right and wrong. This is the Tomb of the Great Sith. Only those whose accomplishments could be considered worthy were interred in this tomb, as I was, nearly three millennia ago. I can see the sarcophagi of many I considered as friends, Darth Malgus, Empress Acina. They’re all here, though countless tens of thousands remain buried in their home worlds. We do not die here, for we were already dead. While the galaxy may have forgotten us, we carved our names into the very earth of this planet, and the force still carries the name of the Sith upon its tongue.”

He chuckled when she spoke of how the Jedi would have written about him if he were important. “As if the Jedi ever recorded the names of any Sith who was not one of their own prior to their enlightenment. What records would they have of me, when your temples lie in ruin, your archives broken and shattered, and your knowledge reduced to but a few texts. Do they teach you about us? About our code? About our history on Korriban and the Great Lords of the Sith who dwell within these walls? Of Marka Ragnos and Emperor Vitiate? Of Exar Kun? Of Sion and Nihilus?” He approached her, turning his back on his tomb, his face one not of anger, but of disappointment. “They wouldn’t, because they’re simply too afraid of watching you all change, to become more than what they trained you to be.” She asked about him, about who he was. “My parents called me Lucius, when I was a boy on Onderon. When I took up the mantle of the Sith, I became Darth Trayven, conqueror of Balmorra, despoiler of Alderaan. I was the leader of countless victories against the Galactic Republic, when they were a worthy foe, not the pathetic excuse for a government you fought for. I was a legend of my age, the Wrath of the Empire, but now my legacy is forgotten, as is the nation I fought for.” He chuckled when she asked about how he knew who she was, as if it wasn’t on the tip of every man’s tongue in his army. “How could I not know you? Not only does the force scream your name, but my men seek vengeance against you and all those who fought alongside you. They have told me everything about you, Rey of Jakku, but I will know more.”

The reverberation of his steps on the stone of the grotto flung echoes far down the arched skyway of the crypt, cannonading amid forgotten tombs, and clattering over something broken, crumbled at his feet, and Rey looked down, realizing too late it was the mouldering skull of an acolyte forgotten, discarded so that whoever, whatever this was that now circled her in the blaze of his crimson blade could live and stand above her. She gripped her own saber tighter, the weapon still by her side, humming in her grasp, as she turned, her eyes remaining fixed on the towering stranger, taking in his words and feeling a chill ladder down her spine at the implication that her surrender was inevitable, a matter of mere time.

“I’m not deluding myself, I’m telling the truth,” she hissed back at last, teeth set, words sharp on the whisper of the faint, dry wind that rushed through the mausoleum, stirring stray tendrils of hair against her forehead and cheeks, raising goosebumps on her exposed skin in contrast to the warm hum of the weapon within her grasp and the strange, reaching sensation of the force that emanated from the Sith. It surrounded her, lulled her into a false sense of security that she refused to accept; a life alone was better than a life given to the darkness, and the stark shadows on his handsome face only seemed to assent. Her jaw tightening, fighting back the rising fear in the back of her mind that it was as he said, the blind repetition of something she herself wanted so much that she finally believed it to be true, Rey took in a deep draw of breath. Her parents, she told herself they were coming back, and they hadn’t. Her true family, the resistance, she told herself she’d feel as if she eventually belonged, and she didn’t. Unwanted, unbidden, Rey felt tightness grip her throat, choking the words there that had sounded so much more vehement in her mind. 

“It is the tomb of the Sith,” she managed, voice mostly air, turning still to track him as he walked, circling her like a predator circled its prey. In a sudden move, she raised her saber aloft, the yellow light glancing over abandoned sarcophagi and massive edifices, hooded stone images and masked carven figures. “It is the place… where everything dark goes to die and be forgotten. As you were. If you had been great, I would know your name. But there is no writing of you in the books of the Jedi.” Bravado, it would seem, was lost against this particular foe, and she felt a tremble begin to build somewhere deep within her, the realization coming too late that she sought the approval of this figure, watched for a response in his stance, advanced a single step beyond the circle he’d created around her, waiting for his counterstep, eye on his glowing blade.  “Perhaps if you tell me your name, you can tell me how you know mine.”

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Lucius had chosen the unknown regions as the perfect place to rebuild the Sith Empire, knowing that their greatest foes, that of Zakuul, had once come from this region. There, he had found a capital, with billions of humans to follow him, with ample industry and manpower to support the new war he was preparing them for. Through the dark magic of the Sith, he was able to live on throughout the millennia, silently watching from a distance as the Republic and Empire rose and fell, allowing him to quietly accumulate his own power. Once the Empire has fallen, his carrion call was heard throughout the remnants of the Empire, bringing them together in his homeland, forging them anew as the First Order, under his direct command. The Sith Empire would be born again, and the New Republic would perish just as the old one did.

One individual who was closely monitored by Lucius was the child they had taken nearly two decades ago. It was the Sith who first sensed her presence in the Force, noticing the power she wielded and how she would be a great weapon in their arsenal. She was taken at a young age, instructed in all necessary ways by his disciples, brought up to be another powerful Sith. Soon enough, Lucius would have his apprentice, after so many centuries without a worthy individual to grant the title to. He waited in one of Zakuul’s many towers, knowing he summoned her to finally meet him after so many years, barely whispering to her to confirm her existence. She was brought to him, finally ready to accept her destiny. A black clad disciple entered the living room where he waited, made up of monochromed furniture and abstract artistic decorations. “Let her enter.” He spoke, before letting his follower go.

Once he heard the door open once again, he turned to face the girl he had groomed to be his right hand, his greatest pupil. “Rey. The Disciples informed me that they could teach you no more, that you were ready to assume your place as my apprentice. Do you believe they are correct?” He spoke, his hands remaining behind his back, his ice blue eyes looking towards his future protégé. “Your training shall be different under my tutelage. I shall finish molding you into the perfect Sith. I have had a number of pupils before, but I sense great things from you.”

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After years of being hidden out in the Unknowns, today was finally the day that Rey could step out of the shadows. She couldn’t remember a time before she’d been under the care of the Supreme Leader’s underlings, training with them, being tutored by them. When she asked about her parents, they told her that her parents had abandoned her and the Supreme Leader had found her. She had only ever heard the briefest whisper from him over the years, having left her in the care of others until she was ready, he told her. She had been training for years, waiting for a chance to leave the Unknowns.

She disembarked the ship that had landed moments before on some planet she did not know, next to a sleek looking building that they told her was one of the Supreme Leader’s hubs. Only one of her minders had accompanied her, giving few details on why she was here. Rey followed them through the halls, talking to nobody until she reached what felt like an audience chambers. “Wait here.” They told her before leaving her alone. 

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Once she had entered the chambers he had called home for three millennia, he was able to get a better look at her, his deep blue eyes continue to gaze towards the young Jedi. She was the last of her kind, her order crumbling to dust with each passing day that she aged, while he began rebuilding the Sith Empire, extending his hand towards all human populated worlds that he could gather to his banner. The worlds were not as strong or powerful as they once were, at least in his time, but the billions in manpower and strength of their industries would allow him to continue the reconstruction of his fleet and armies. The banner of the Sith would finally reach its zenith, especially without the protection of their once so-powerful Jedi defenders. The balance of power was shifting to the Dark Side with each passing day. He would claim the mantle of Emperor, not just as a false claimant or pretender to its throne, but the ruler of an undivided galactic empire. All shall bow, or be made to bow.

His eyes focused on Rey, his mind having penetrated some of her thoughts, though not having gone past the surface level of her mind. He could sense her emotions, her fear and anxiety regarding the Sith she would be facing. She was right to be afraid, as he had found so many of the Sith and Jedi after the Great Jedi Purge to be so lacking in their skills with both the force and their lightsabers. Perhaps Rey would make a better opponent that he believed, but the training he had received made him doubt that. He was a master of the dark side of the force, and should it come to blows, Lucius had the confidence that he would succeed. His lightsaber remained in his hand, lowered, to show that for now he did not wish to engage in combat, though should she charge him, he would not be afraid to fight.

“Are these the things you whisper to yourself in the night? That you didn’t kill Palpatine? That you chose this life and decided to remain isolated and alone?” He smiled, walking towards his right, though his eyes remained fixated on her face, bathed in yellow light from her blade. He could barely see any features of Palpatine within her, though he sensed it in her power. “Do you truly believe these lies? Deliberately seeking to delude yourself by saying something so many times you accept it as true?” He continued walking, his feet crunching against the bones of the Knights of Ren, his foot crushing one of the barren skulls as he circled her, like a vulture lingering over its prey. He wouldn’t destroy her, but change her, turn her into something better, a weapon to be used against the republic. A successor to the Sith Legacy. “Deluding yourself will only make your encounter with the truth more painful, child.”

He heard as she asked him what he wanted from her, though he didn’t want to give it away immediately. “I wanted to see the last of the Jedi, what your order had finally come to, with my own eyes.” His eyes lingered on her, analyzing whatever information he could gather, from where her feet were planted, to what saber forms she could likely use should she get the chance, besides just her looks. She was trained, that was for certain, and she had not spent the last years doing nothing it seemed, she was still in peak condition. “Do you know where we are, Rey? What this place is?”

The voice that echoed through the crypt came at last, echoing along stone walls and vast sarcophagi, swirling and surrounding the lone figure who advanced in only the golden light of her blade, and Rey lifted her chin, searching for the source of the words, finding no corporeal form on which to lay her eyes. The disembodied voice, however, far from filling her with foreboding, seemed to coax her further inward, within the very mausoleum itself, and her gaze was so focussed on the vaulted chamber above her that Rey didn’t notice the rusted remains of armor, curiass and greaves lying upon the ground until her boot clattered against it, sending echoes flying throughout the entirety of the sacred place. 

“Kriff,” she murmured, and even that echoed, her eyes pressing shut as she raised her saber high in search of the figure who had spoken. “I didn’t kill Palpatine,” she began, lifting her tone, turning in a broad circle, the silhouette of something, someone high above her amongst the tombs flinging a shadow backwards, rising something tight in her chest. “His own power did that, I merely deflected it, held my ground -” It was something she’d told herself every night, fighting sleep as she bordered on that whelming place between awake and unconscious, feeling the tide ebb out like it had with her very life until -

The sharp sound of a saber’s ignition sliced through the chamber and Rey startled, stepping back, and taking in with an abashed gaze the figure standing above her, larger than life as the statuary was, illumined only by the crimson glow of his weapon, and not the face she’d expected to belong to the deep, cultured voice which had spoken. One could easily mistake him for a  normal man, but there was some nobility in his bearing, intelligence in his brow, and the words with which he spoke were not the words of an idle admirer of the way of darkness. She swallowed hastily. 

“I’m not so young as you think,” she began, setting her jaw and lowering her weapon to mirror the position of his own even as her grip tightened on the hilt. “And my friends haven’t left me, I chose this life for myself. It was the best way.” Her words echoed back to taunt her. “Why did you call me here. What do you want from me.”

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                                 Peace is a LIE. There is only PASSION. Through PASSION, I gain STRENGTH.             Through STRENGTH, I gain POWER.                          Through POWER, I gain VICTORY.                                                    Through VICTORY, my chains are BROKEN.                                           The FORCE shall free me.

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