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othing went as Sergei hoped or expected. The man he was locked legs and arms with was relentless and refused to concede in spite of everything. Slammed from one wall to another, sailing between every corner of the room. He hoped to finish the fight with the sedative dart but the Mandalorian...

e immediately regretted tackling the Mandalorian. While the slam to the wall was successful, his enemy unexpectedly hang on, straddling him mid-air, legs wrapped around his waist. Sergei found it hard to register what was happening. Next thing he knew, he was flying across the room again, armor...

ergei had chosen to follow his troopers inside. While they were his personal armored meat shields, they were still his troopers, and the Director was no coward. Already in his own armor with his own weapons, he was more than prepared to face down whatever threats laid inside the room if his...

ato Neimoidia was under the authority of Imperial Director Sergei Petrov. Since his operation on the colony world, he had collected his power and influence onto the planet, seized control and governorship, and had grown to rival even Saorise of House Dalaigh in the Deep Core. The foundation of...

nbelievable. Sergei expected to end this miserable rivalry with a final shot but events took a turn for the nonsensical. Was he still dreaming? Was he still laying in bed, entranced? Everything was so surreal, but he knew enough to see this was as real as it was going get. Fate seemed stubbornly...

Whatever knives he hurled toward the Mandalorian only managed to make its way back to Sergei. He took every precaution, made every effort, to avoid and sidestep the blows. Although Daniel was faster, more accurate, and while he failed to pierce his armor or slide between the seams, one or two...

ebels, Jedi, Republica. It was time for the past to die. Sergei saw and believed as such. He was raised to devote his life to the Republica. He made a vow before Empress Lyanna to fight for the cause. But there was no more cause to fight for, no Empress to swear upon, no dynasty to salvage. Only...

hit. In spite of his speed and style, the Director narrowly missed the disruptor beam and watched the light pass inches above his neck. A hair-raising, and singing, shot. The bolt connected with a nearby painting, incinerating the entire piece and leaving a sinister impression on the man. All...

edi. Sergei couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The ancient Jedi Order, considered long dead and extinct, had revealed themselves in the attacks on Corellia. The Director assumed they were nothing more than a minor pestilence, hardly worth attention, still barely on the brink. However...

thers— the Imperial Director knew who Varyn was talking about. Although Sergei was not in the position to streamline a merger between the Republica and the Old Empire, he was still in a position of worth to the Sith. He had subordinates under his command. He was in control of his own world. He...

round them, the battle raged on. Sith against Mandalorians, Imperials against rioters. The whole planet was consumed with chaos and anarchy. One couldn’t even fathom its extent throughout Imperial Hutta, if they could even consider it a province of the Empire anymore. Sergei had no idea, and the...

row raised, Sergei watched and listened to the other man with caution, interest and regard. He knew the stranger, Varyn, was a lot more powerful than most Sith he had met. He was no Acolyte. If he represented the Old Empire, even Emperor Vrael, and spoke with confidence about cracking open the...

old air ran down the back of his neck. Hair-raising, spine-tingling. Although the Director could not feel or understand the Dark Side, the invisible power coalescing around the stranger, haunting the air around him, was impossible to ignore. It was like a weight on his shoulders, hands around...

ergei scoffed. A scowl set upon his lips. “Hysterical? I’ve been nothing but reasonable. I don’t always stop to engage in smalltalk with strangers dressed like they just killed a man. Or are about to.” His eyes hardened. It went without saying he was suspicious of the other man. Natural, given...

ho was this man? Sergei had no idea. The stranger barely answered the him, instead taking their drink and carefully stirring a sweetener into the coffee. The Imperial felt obligated to follow him and sat on the opposite side of the booth, but watched him with growing curiosity. And agitation...

ergei had been walking back to his personal penthouse after a clandestine meeting with one of his agents. As an Imperial Director and the appointed governor of his own planet, the man had more than his own share of subordinates and connections. Especially as a man of ambition, he always kept an...

ate must seriously hate Sergei if it chose to bring him together with Daniel Solus once again. Not after the fight, not after his terrible dream, not in the middle of an uprising. The Imperial Director could not believe what he was seeing and who he was hearing. He refused to. However, his...

verything went far better and faster than expected. The Imperial Director at least anticipated a swarm of enemy fighters or to find themselves at a massive disadvantage. Although that was true, and they were outnumbered as only three fighters, pure dumb luck managed to pull them through. In a...

hank Andraste that Sergei had competent teammates and allies. His request for assistance was answered and Merrick came swooping in. A knight in shining armor, or at least, in his interceptor. He caught the glint of his cockpit windshield and smiled through. A few shots followed, piercing the...

ow was the time. As the three men in each of their respective starfighters approached the enemy, Sergei pressed a thumb to the trigger. Hands on the yoke, eyes glancing between the controls and through the windshield, out into the darkness of space. His radar clicked. Several alarms warned him...