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Raith's temper was at its peak... He no longer controlled his emotions and the whisper soon became a yell. "You are the worst thing that has ever happened to the galaxy! And I will rid it of you!" He held out his hand and let the dark side of the force flow through him... He called forth...

Raith got to his feet as Koedi advanced on him. He took his one lightsaber in both hands and began working to block the attacks of his apprentice... As they clashed blades, his white eyes bore into Koedi's own eyes... "You might as well give up.. you are too weak to defeat me."

Raith flew backwards as Koedi's force push hit him square in the chest. He landed about ten meters away, flat on his back and letting go of his left lightsaber as the wind left his lungs.. Struggling to his feet as his chest heaved to try to get more air, he glanced to see where Koedi was...

The sand really didn't do too much as Raith advanced... he was driven by hatred, practically going mad as he attacked again and again.. His temper that he fought so hard to control, was getting the best of him... and at this moment, he didn't care.

Raith jumped back to avoid getting his feet entangled with Koedi as the apprentice rolled to the side. As he landed he put one lightsaber back onto his belt and then used two hands to begin using it like a hammer against Koedi's defense while he was trying to get up from off the ground...

Raith advanced on Koedi, both blades scraping the ground and leaving long scorch marks behind him... "You are weak and foolish to ever think you could beat me." Raith whispered. "You forget I taught you everything you know... You will never win. You will never leave... You are mine." He leapt...

Raith winced in pain as he deactivated his blades, then once away from the hull he reactivated them... He then stepped to his right kicked up some dirt at his apprentice and then swept his left blade toward Koedi’s head and his right one toward the Zabrak’s ribs.

As the helmet came up from the ground, Raith without even looking, swiped it out of the air with the blade in his left hand. After that he began advancing on Koedi's position, using the force to light up the apprentice's lifeforce like a Christmas tree. He went on the attack quickly...

“So the mouse has grown some fangs.” The “snap-hiss” of Raith’s twin red blades could be heard as he activated them both. “I don’t need to see you to know where you are whelp. I have the force to show me.” His white eyes bore into the place where Koedi was standing... “Come and lets see if you...

“Well...” Raith turned slowly back to Koedi. His hand on the lightsaber hanging on his right hip. “I think you had better start explaining yourself.”

“You are a terrible liar.” Raith responded. “You alone surely couldn’t have handled the Mandalorians I sent after you. The help you received would have fetched a good price, but you helped the Jedi escape.” He let the words sink into Koedi’s mind. “Oh yes, I know about the Jedi. And about the...

Raith stood waiting for Koedi’s shuttle to arrive. He had sent his young apprentice off on what would be called a “fool’s mission” in order to evaluate how he would conduct himself on his own... in the real world. The pale exile was non too pleased with his younger protege. Like all master’s...

Raith was impressed by the shear power of the one called Serie. The lightening commanded by her was something he craved for himself, but didn't quite have...yet. He made a decision that if she ever offered to train him, that he would accept it before she could blink. He also knew Koedi was...

As they went further into the cave, the darkness surrounded them. If it weren't for the light emanating from their own lightsabers, the group would easily end up getting lost. For Raith the darkness didn't bother him in the least. It was there in the black he felt the most comfortable. The...

Raith followed them into the cave and kept his white eyes alert to anything that would dare come at them. He wasn’t too worried about the Nightsister, in fact he was more interested in meeting them... if possible he may gain some secrets from them.

Raith followed them all out of the ship and checked his lightsabers. He had heard stories about the Nightsisters and he wasn't about to let his guard down.

As her blade began to move, he was astonished at the fluidity of it. He would learn quite a bit if he paid attention... and he would. He attacked with both blades as before, yet not fully engaging in order to keep up a defense, if possible.

Raith stood. Her words burning into his mind. Friend? he thought. I don’t believe it for a second. He had never had a friend before, and he really didn’t need one now. She was his Master, and he would respect her as such... but she was also a tool, only useful as long as she continued to teach...

“Nothing?” Raith seethed. His anger welled up inside of him like a torrent. The tipping point was when Serie spit at him. “You smug little witch! You dare spit at me!” It was as if all the anger he had been holding onto suddenly let loose. From the top of his head to the ends of his feet, Raith...

Bleed the lightsaber? Raith thought to himself. He had never heard the term before. He looked down at the blades in his hands. The green one he had taken from his old Jedi master’s cold dead hands after the albino had killed him. Even the thought of that pompous windbag brought more anger into...