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He stood staring over the shaking cliff, the smoke stained masonry of the bridge that spanned the divide between the invading forces and his own also spanned the void between his loyalty to his superiors and himself. He gazed out at the clinquant stagnancy of the crystalline landscape and felt...

Filled with a vigor and a thrill he’d never experienced Edo felt charged. The pig’s death satisfied something in him that he rarely fed. He quickly scanned the scene before locking eyes on Merian and the filthy hog that dared to attack her. Summoning the Force, he gestured with his hand and...

Edo was suddenly and terrifyingly surrounded, they all were. He steeled himself using the training he had as a Sith then as a Knight. One of the raining pigs landed in front of him, dogs he’d expect, cats even. But no, today it rained pigs. The swine barreled towards Edo. It fired its...

Edo felt her words, in much the same way as the air displacement of each explosion struck him in the chest, so too did Merian’s precursive speech. He felt an uncharacteristic swell of pride in his chest that foreshadowed the surge in adrenaline which itself foresaw him puking with the nerves...

The sounds of their army’s movements were rhythmic, were he in the bowels of the Imperial training ground it could have lulled him to sleep. But the snow and the fact that death was waiting on the bridge at both ends kept him awake and alert. He used the rhythm to steady the thunderous...

Edo wasn’t a warrior, that much was clear in abundance. He could duel. He could levitate a few rocks and flip a speeder but martially impressive, not so much. He might have a chance if he was playing mind games, but in the battlefield he currently presided over, at least in his own head...

Edo listened intently. As expected his appearance had ruffled a few, and probably irritated the other Knight. He watched each face in turn, noting tics, flexes in features, body language and emotional tells as it were. Finally, after the party had decided upon forward action he spoke...

The Achates was an unmodified ETA shuttle, unremarkable, unassuming. It dropped out of hyperspace, the faint change in acceleration prompting the sleeping passenger to awaken. Immediately the figure sat up from the chaise lounge, straightening his clothing and smoothing the neatly trimmed...