Epilogue of Darth Pertinax

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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 to a somewhat macabre ending - there was no warlike glory to be had, tricked into an ion storm and tripped the elaborate bombs placed by Darth Pertinax's assassins.

Behind him, the black-clad agents kept their bowed submission to the small master. His ears twitching as if he could hear the Mandalorians' hateful surprised screams hurtling into the void of the Force. He was quiet, taking it all in and next to him, a young Mashi Horansi stared with his questioning eyes to the scene. "This is the cost of war, my apprentice. While the Sith and Jedi remain locked in our battles in the command of the Force and its rightful powers, those without its touch will always claim an advantage in our distractions. These Mandalorians are the heralds of the blind's disdainful. Now, scattered to the four winds and the shadows of a closing galaxy, we must take a different front."

His eyes, irises burning of the Dark Powers he commanded, glanced to the distracted feline before resting a gloved hand onto his shoulder. "I do not know of the rest of the Order, but for now - we will remain under the Dark Side's cloak. Waiting. Until the time is right, I will teach you what I know and if you survive, you must command more beyond. Such is the expected building of power. One foundation after another. Power in its self leads to nothing, Power to a desire is the hammer onto our chains."

In his years, Taran - now Darth Pertinax - had ascended beyond his origins and in his power, mildly tarnished as it is from a static point of view, was mobile. His power base was in contacts, secrets, and the Outer Rim's familiar shadow-works. This Mandalorian subversion did little for him and in this foresight, the Sith Lord shivered.

For the briefest moment, he saw his Master. The Hutt just like this moment, resting his grotesque hand over his shoulder whilst they watch a Republic ship scatter. Scrap metal to be picked clean by scavengers seeking new scores. Now, Pertinax is the Master. His last apprentice dead...and a new one ready. "Captain." He spoke finally, "Get us to Base B-05, we have to recount our assets. There is much to do and new ones to claim from unfortunate rivals..."

"Yes, milord. Entering hyperdrive now." Captain Hera said, nodding to the navigations droid while she walked along one of the crew pits to observe the work being done.
 
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