Something felt strangely familiar as Wodan held the mask up before him, like he had seen it and it's like before. Controlled its will, chartered its destiny and destination from shadows for hundreds of years, a foolish thought but one that seemed to nag at the back of his mind as he sat within the back of the shuttle heading for Nimban. The world was property of the Five Syndicates, something to which nagged at the back of the Firrerrian’s mind. This collective band of criminals and scum had pretty much got away with their malicious intent whilst the civilised galaxy fought amongst themselves.
It had nagged at the back of the Sith’s mind for a while, but over the past few weeks it had been given voice inside his mind. That voice had counselled him to unleash whatever anger, pain and misery he held inside him against those that cause those very same emotions across the Outer Rim. It spoke to him of power and strength that was hidden behind these emotions that only once released would grant him that which he sought the most.
Wodan sat upon a thinly padded leather seat in the back of the black shuttle, lights dim giving only just enough light for the two passengers to see by. He looked up at the other man, the Annfyn Caerllion, the pair had been through a lot since their early days as Acolyte's. Caerllion was one of the only men Wodan could trust within the Sith Empire, enough to ask him to venture out for the first venture under this new guise.
A guise which hid their allegiance, as the pair would conduct their violence and destruction not as members of the Sith Empire. But under the cloak of the Knights of Ren, a group that had struck terror and fear into the hearts and minds of many a seitent long before the Sith Empire reappeared upon the Galactic Stage.
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