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There was something wrong. Admittedly, there was always something wrong somewhere, but this was different. It was... painfully wrong.
Everything was no longer as it should be.
And the one thought that rang through his head as he drifted slowly through the cold, empty halls?
I can't do this anymore...
<div align="center">***</div>
The repercussions of what he had done echoed in his head. They were not pleasant to imagine. And the fact he could not force the consequences from his mind did not bode well either.
Because of what he had just done, he was one of the most endangered men in the entire galaxy. No friends. No allies. Only one tiny glimmer of hope. And that was a long shot, but it was the only shot.
At least he had one advantage. The tiniest, most insignificant thing, yet it was the most precious, most powerful thing he had and that any would ever possess. Time...
With a small sigh, he spoke quietly to the other man in the room.
Dante, you understand what you are doing now? Everyone-
"My lord, I would follow you to hell and back, any of my men would. And they would be glad to die for you."
Dante, don't call me that. But you must understand, even if we run forever....
"We will all still die. Lo... Rogal, that is everyone's fate. And like I said, I would be happy to die for your cause. And if that's what waits for me at the end of today, tomorrow or even ten years from now, I will be proud to have died alongside you."
Thank you, Dante...
<div align="center">***</div>
A simple hologram flickers, a cold blue tinge covers a small figure, which talks slowly, but with a hurried air, not panic or fear, just a sense of time running out...
A simple message plays itself, and the figure bows it's head, before it flickers and disappears. With the push of a single button, it begins anew, the message playing once more.
My name is Rogal Natharn. I am... was.... a Sith lord. You knew me as Lorcatus. But I am not he. I am my own once more. I will not waste my time with the why, nor will I waste your's with more talk. Know only this, I fight for you no longer.
As the hologram finishes once more, the simple acolyte that had been on station to receive it gapes open mouthed. The young girl know's that reporting this could well end with her dead. But not reporting it would have the same effect.
Rather than decide, she pushed the button to re-play the message, and remained silent...
<div align="center">***</div>
The Behemoth drifts with deceptive speed through the cold void of space; it's engines, though silent in the vacuum, roar and pulse powering through the darkness.
The second largest ship in the Sith armada had a purpose, and a destination.
And as it powered away from the heart of the Sith Empire, engines readying the massive ship to jump into hyperspace, only one person on the planet below could have guessed it's destination.
And if she spoke of it, no-one would ever believe her, until it was far too late.
Because The Behemoth was going to the one place Rogal knew he would find what he needed to, or at least the beginning of a long paper trail. It was going to Hoth.
Everything was no longer as it should be.
And the one thought that rang through his head as he drifted slowly through the cold, empty halls?
I can't do this anymore...
<div align="center">***</div>
The repercussions of what he had done echoed in his head. They were not pleasant to imagine. And the fact he could not force the consequences from his mind did not bode well either.
Because of what he had just done, he was one of the most endangered men in the entire galaxy. No friends. No allies. Only one tiny glimmer of hope. And that was a long shot, but it was the only shot.
At least he had one advantage. The tiniest, most insignificant thing, yet it was the most precious, most powerful thing he had and that any would ever possess. Time...
With a small sigh, he spoke quietly to the other man in the room.
Dante, you understand what you are doing now? Everyone-
"My lord, I would follow you to hell and back, any of my men would. And they would be glad to die for you."
Dante, don't call me that. But you must understand, even if we run forever....
"We will all still die. Lo... Rogal, that is everyone's fate. And like I said, I would be happy to die for your cause. And if that's what waits for me at the end of today, tomorrow or even ten years from now, I will be proud to have died alongside you."
Thank you, Dante...
<div align="center">***</div>
A simple hologram flickers, a cold blue tinge covers a small figure, which talks slowly, but with a hurried air, not panic or fear, just a sense of time running out...
A simple message plays itself, and the figure bows it's head, before it flickers and disappears. With the push of a single button, it begins anew, the message playing once more.
My name is Rogal Natharn. I am... was.... a Sith lord. You knew me as Lorcatus. But I am not he. I am my own once more. I will not waste my time with the why, nor will I waste your's with more talk. Know only this, I fight for you no longer.
As the hologram finishes once more, the simple acolyte that had been on station to receive it gapes open mouthed. The young girl know's that reporting this could well end with her dead. But not reporting it would have the same effect.
Rather than decide, she pushed the button to re-play the message, and remained silent...
<div align="center">***</div>
The Behemoth drifts with deceptive speed through the cold void of space; it's engines, though silent in the vacuum, roar and pulse powering through the darkness.
The second largest ship in the Sith armada had a purpose, and a destination.
And as it powered away from the heart of the Sith Empire, engines readying the massive ship to jump into hyperspace, only one person on the planet below could have guessed it's destination.
And if she spoke of it, no-one would ever believe her, until it was far too late.
Because The Behemoth was going to the one place Rogal knew he would find what he needed to, or at least the beginning of a long paper trail. It was going to Hoth.