The elegantly robed Sith Lord frowned slightly as he stood at the contained window of his vessel, the Mandalorian ship blooming from helm to engine as the carefully planted explosions finally made their beautiful ballet. A week of these arrogant barbarians chasing him and their persistence led...
The alarms provided such an adequate distraction, the Sith Acolyte prowling through the aged halls of this shambling excuse of a fortress. Not the finest den of pirates, but it hid well enough in plain sight when an Empire of Sith wasn't hunting them down. Waiting until the latest pack of these...
He felt it.
For a while now, sitting in his cell he felt the two gnawing presences crawling like predators at the edge of this fortress' domain. It brought an edge of excitement, finally, someone has come. The amaran shifted in his folded meditation in the cell. This rotting excuse of a...
Slavers are on my vessel. My vessel...Trandoshans. Blasted all. This is not good. They were waiting at the edge of the system. Is this another test?
-Audio Recording Entry 1.1 - 500 ABC
Taran's neck was bristled. His body was tense, barely holding the energy gathering from the inner eye. The...