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Maros reeled back, straddling the man and sending a sharp jab into his throat. There was a wet, gurgling cough and the guard went limp. No time to think. He brought the lightsaber around just in time to catch the two men Thel had sent to the floor. One yelped and the other let out a pained gasp...

Suddenly, Maros was falling. About halfway to the floor he realized someone had hit him. Damn. The lightsaber hissed as it went out and then clattered to the floor. It rolled and Maros followed after it, scrambling. Another blow rained down on him, less forceful but with a desperate kind of...

Maros trailed after the departing guards with a nod and a flash of his cape. Sometimes it felt damn hard to be anything other than conspicuous, but that was the price of style. It was a fact lost on many, but looking the part was most of what being a Sith really came down to. In fatigues and...

Maros inched forward. His movements were slight and discerning. It’d never happened before, but there had always been some neurotic fear in the back of his mind that one day he would look over a ledge and find the target staring up at him, like some kind of mediocre cosmic joke. It didn’t...

Most days felt the same. Maros was coming to realize that was what he preferred. Repetition was its own kind of hell, but boring was not bad. Bad was something else. Usually something exciting, in a high-speed accident sort of way. The Sump, the Trials, his time in ISB: all exciting. All bad...