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Zoya prided herself on the fact that few things were grave enough to unnerve her. She had grown up on a world that mostly consisted of the graves of ancient Sith, after all. But this audience was different. To her knowledge, the Empress didn't ordinarily meet with Acolytes. They were too far...

Zoya wasn't fond of the arid coliseum on Namadii, which somehow didn't remind her at all of the corpse of a planet she was born on. Nor was she fond of standing here, in front of throngs of spectators, their only interest being who won and who lost. Who lived and who died. She had come here for...