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He thought only the Jedi pulled stunts like this. There had been a running joke about the Jedi being ‘baby snatchers’. Sith always prided themselves in choice, and this oddly went against it. Despite it all, Emryc was to follow orders, not question them.

He and another Sith had been assigned to seek out several Force sensitive children at different houses in a village. There had been nothing written about how to extract them or what they were up against. After his failure on Coruscant, Emryc was determined to succeed in this mission.

Emryc lowered the ship he had been given for this mission down into an isolated landing pad. It was in the middle of nowhere, long plains and blba trees surrounding the landscape.

He switched off the command terminal and rose from his seat. He grabbed his saber and stashed it within the folds of his clothing. Emryc looked over at his ‘partner’ for this mission. He hadn’t worked with the man before, and he could only hope he wouldn’t make too many remarks about their age difference. Sith had a habit of being a bit too snobby sometimes.

The exit ramp lowered and Emryc stepped out as he watched the sun slowly beginning to sink into the horizon.

“The village should be a half mile from here,” He explained as he walked down the ramp and glanced down at his datapad, “The first house is directly to the left as we enter the village. There are three children to extract in total.”

He spoke a matter of factly, not at all understanding the implications of a mission like this.
 

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To say Asminys was uneasy with the mission that lay ahead of him, well that might be an understatement. His own memories of childhood started with the Sith, a lightsaber in his hand. He knew he had probably had a family, a life, something before the Sith, but none of that mattered now. He knew he was a bit naive to the ways of the galaxy, his training having been very singularly focused, but he wasn't stupid. They were about to steal some children.

That's what the masters wanted, so he supposed that's what they would get. There was no saying no to Sith more powerful, the only way out was to become more powerful than the competitors. Usually that just meant telling other Sith to snatch babies instead of doing it on ones own.

Following his partner down the landing ramp, Asminys watched the kid. The contrast between them was a little bit ironic to the older Sith. Whereas his partner had flowing silver locks, Asminys head was clean shaven and covered in Sith tattoos. The younger Sith was lean and almost effeminate in build whereas Asminys was built to fight. He hoped the kid could keep up, though he supposed that there was little difficulty in slaughtering civilians and stealing children.

"A midnight walk to the cradle-snatching." He mused out loud before turning his eye to his fellow. "You ever done anything like this before?" Kid. He left that last part unspoken however, no need to be rude about it.

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“No,” He replied curtly as they kept walking. How hard could it be? Granted, this was out of the norm for Sith. They had grown desperate after their numbers began to dwindle. Emryc didn’t take too much time to regard his partner, but he assumed he was no different than other Sith. If things got dicey, he would be left behind and need to find his own way off planet.

“There it is,” He said as he gazed ahead, seeing a thin trail of smoke rising from a chimney. It was a poor village, and he could hear the distant bleating of bantha. The smell of fertilizer hit his nostrils at once, and his face scrunched up in disgust.

Having grown up on a space station meant he wasn’t used to the earthly smells and ways of life. He had to bite back from gagging, but he’d rather die than show weakness in front of a man that looked as if he were chiseled from a mountain.

“You got a plan?” He grumbled under his breath, treating this with a casual wave of flippancy. He simply wanted to get this over with and go home.

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They approached the poor farming village, the first sign of life being a thin haze of smoke. Asminys wasn't particularly familiar with the ins and outs of farming, or villages. Apparently the whole thing stunk though, the smell of manure hitting his nose like a truck.

Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he continued his approach, stopping just the border of the village. He heard his companions question but ignored him for a moment as his eyes scanned the village. With the sun going down there was little light except for what glowed from inside the various huts that the simple people of this world made as their homes. The smell of wood smoke and cooking food wafted out of the village. Besides the bleating of animals, all was quiet.

"First we must identify the children. Then we take them." He didn't know how many children lived in the village. He didn't know how many adults lived there, or how well armed they were. He supposed it didn't really matter. Tapping his lightsaber hilt at his waist thoughtfully, he continued. "I suppose we will just go house to house."

Not waiting for input, Asminys walked into the village. There were no sentries, the world was a peaceful backwater with little threat to a poor village like this. The villagers would probably regret that by the time the night was through. Walking up to the first house on the left, Asminys kicked the door in. Subtlety wasn't exactly his strong suit.

A woman stirred a bowl of something over the hearth, and she whirled in shock as her door flew inwards. A man sat at the table, he quickly stood, grabbing a knife from in front of him. Terror covered their faces, but the man met Asminys' eyes with a resolve that he might have respected in a different life. Instead, he ignited his lightsaber.

Snap-hiss.

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Emryc wasn’t used to the Sith being so overt. He was taken aback by the quick gestures of kicking the door in and waltzing right in. For a moment he paused, but he quickly followed in. He hadn’t banked on feeling as uncomfortable as he did - his gaze fell on the pathetic and weak woman and the man that looked as if he hadn’t ever had a fight before.

He felt strange drawing his saber against entirely unarmed people like this. None of the combat scenarios he trained in went like this. The woman fell to the ground and began to beg and plead for mercy when she saw the saber. The man began to shout something, but Emryc didn’t hear.

His focus instead was on a small child that had emerged from a back room. She was rubbing her eyes, still holding onto a toy ewok in her hand. She had heard the commotion and began to look around.

“Papa?” She asked softly, time seemingly standing still as Emryc was rooted in place. He couldn’t even look to see what else was happening, and could only focus on the expression on the little girl’s face. It went from sleepy confusion to curiosity to outright horror as if in slow motion.

Through it all, he was completely rooted in place. He hadn’t even drawn a weapon. His guts twisted in a knot as he could sense the Force in that small, frail creature.

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The unarmed woman fell to her knees, pathetic babbling grating on Asminys' ears. The man yelled at the tattooed Sith, fear in his eyes but a suicidal courage in his heart. And then entered the child.

Asminys' eyes turned to the girl, her sleepy innocence fading slowly as she took in the strange man with a crimson blade standing in her family's living room. Tears started to well in her eyes and she began to wail. The shrieking dislodged some distant memory in the hardened Sith's mind, a flash of a memory breaking free from whatever mental blocks existed in his mind. A similar wail, begging and shouting echoed in his mind.

He hated it.

"Grab the child, and shut her up." He ordered to his fellow Sith. Anything to make the crying stop. The woman's blabbering grew in volume as she realized they had come for her offspring. The man moved as if to interpose himself between the Sith and their quarry, breaking whatever truce of action that had Asminys standing still.

He attacked. The man might as well have been unarmed for how little his knife could do, and he raised his arms in a feeble defense against the Sith's lightsaber. Cleaving through his arms and chest like butter, Asminys turned to the woman who had grabbed a hot poker from the fire and was likewise rushing him. Reaching a his left hand out her rush was stopped in its tracks as she dropped the poker and began to claw at her throat. Pulling her to him, Asminys held her high in the air by the throat.

"How many other children reside in this village?" He demanded before tossing her to the floor at his feet. "Where do they live?" He crouched down over her sobbing form. He would have his answers whether she she told him or not. He would rip them from her mind if he had to.

He was not the wailing child hiding in his memories.

He was Sith.

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Emryc was shaken out of his reverie when he got the order to go after the child. He rushed after her, the little girl screaming and trying to run in the opposite direction. The woman was hysterical from seeing her husband cut down, and she tried to dive at Emryc to stop him from getting her daughter.

The young Sith could tell the child had a feeble mind for now, and he was easily able to control it with the aid of the Force. A bit of pressure, and she collapsed to the ground. He walked over and picked the girl up, trying to ignore the fact that his hands were trembling.

Emryc’s face was pale as if all the blood had drained from it. He walked back out to where the woman was coughing and sputtering to the questions. The young Sith stared for a moment before drawing his saber and walking up from behind her.

From the older Sith’s purview, he’d simply see the point of the saber pierce through her heart. She would fall in a slump as soon as Asminys released her. Emryc gazed at the older Sith.

“She would say nothing,” He said quietly, “We can sense the children ourselves.”

He stepped over the dead body and walked towards the exit. His entire body was shaking, and he had to bite back the urge to vomit.

The small ewok doll was left behind.

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Before the woman could answer any questions, if she were willing or able to do so, a crimson lightsaber blade shot through her chest. Scowling at the young Sith who was his partner in the mission, Asminys debated making a big deal out of it. Ultimately, he was right however. They would be able to find the children without the woman.

"Of course." Asminys held the rage from his voice. He did not favor his actions being questioned, but that was a problem for another time, they still had a mission ahead of them. Eyeing the young Sith, he could tell the man was shaken by what had transpired, his face was ashen pale and hands shaking even as he carried the youngling.

"Tell me then, where is the next child." If the man was so confident in his ability to sense the budding talent of force sensitive children, he would have to prove his usefulness. Outside the village was stirring. The child's wailing and her parents shouting had carried from the thin walled hut and roused the village to its defense.

Stepping out of the hut in the lead with his lightsaber still active, Asminys sense the blaster bolt before it was even fired. Deflecting it into the dirt, his gaze followed its path to a man holding some sort of hunting blaster. The baying of hounds filled the air as a trio of hunting dogs rushed the pair of Sith. The loyalty and discipline of the dogs was commendable, but foolhardy and would lead to their demise. The leading dog leaped for Asminys throat only to be cut from the air by his saber, meanwhile the rifleman frantically worked the mechanisms of his inefficient hunting blaster, raising it once more to take aim at the Sith.

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Emryc was uneasy about the question. He barely opened his mouth to respond when a commotion started once again. He gently set the girl down for now to free his hands up, quickly moving to stand near Asminys. His own saber was reignited and he slashed at the other hounds that sprang up to attack.

Before more people could close in on them, he lifted his palm and blasted a concussive wave of the Force to send them flying back. He drew a knife from his belt and focused his aim with the Force, releasing it with precision at the man with the rifle. The knife found purchase in the man’s eye, the villager slumping over dead.

The sight of that particular man dropping dead incited horror into the survivors. There was a sudden panic and everyone began to run in different directions.

“We can’t afford to have Rangers catch wind of this,” Emryc growled almost under his breath. He slowly looked at the older Sith, a tinge of fear in his eyes. The haunting realization of what needed to be done grew in his mind like a malignant tumor.

As it crept into his mind, he looked over at women and the elderly all scrambling to try and run from the village.

“Maybe...maybe they won’t know what we are,” Emryc tried to quickly rationalize, stepping back. He started to slink into the shadows, “We can still leave.”

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As the man with the rifle dropped any sort of fight went out of the village. Terror filled the air as the villagers realized that they were completely at the mercy of the pair of red bladed Sith. Whether they knew that they were Sith or not didn't matter. Asminys' eyes scanned the crowd, a growing sense of disgust filled the pit of his stomach.

They were weak.

Was it this weakness that had resigned him to his fate, to be torn from his home and turned into a weapon. Had his parents tried to protect him from the Sith who had taken him, died to protect him. Or had they ran. Fled while his captors had taken him, tortured him, forced him to do unspeakable things. Forged him into a weapon and tempered him with the Darkside.

Asminys looked at the unconscious child that lay behind Emryc as he babbled about rangers, fear leaking into his words. The child was innocent, her whole life ahead of her. They could run, like Emryc suggested, hope that the rangers never got word of this. But then they would be no better than the villagers that ran before them. They would be weak.

Asminys was not weak.

And neither would this child be.

Reaching towards Emryc as he backed away from the horror of the duty that lay ahead of them, Asminys would tug the boys collar with the force roughly. "What right do you have to shy from this." He snarled at the boy, that's what he was still, a boy. A child who had not yet fully embraced the darkness that gave them strength. Asminys had never had a choice in the matter, his teachers had molded him into the tool he was now, for their purposes. But he had seized his destiny, slain them and claimed the power that they had hoped to wield for himself.

He was strong, and he would not resign the three children they had come for to a fate of running in fear one day because a boy was scared to do what he had to do. They would become strong too, masters of their own fate.

Or they would die, in which case they never deserved the strength to begin with.

"These people are nothing, their lives meaningless. But these children. They are the future of the Sith." He once more looked to the little girl, her expression almost peaceful in unconscious sleep. It was the last peace she would know. "If you do not have the strength for slaughter, then I will deal with the village. But we will not leave these children to grow up at the mercy of whatever predator comes along. They will become strong. They will be Sith."

Raising a hand towards a trio of woman who were trying to run from a nearby house, Asminys unleashed a gout of lightning. Their screams tore the air. They were weak, could not defend themselves against the power of the Sith. They were bugs to be squashed.

"Find the children." He ordered Emryc, his voice dripping with malice and promise of what was to come should he fail to follow through on the job. That done, he turned and stalked deeper into the village.

He had work to do.

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Emryc didn’t resist as he was grabbed by the collar and forced to gaze into the older male’s eyes. His jaw tightened and he tried hard to keep the fear from creeping into his gaze. His heart pounded against his chest, and his body froze over. The words pierced into his mind, and he knew he was inches away from death. He had trained for these scenarios so many times, why was it so difficult to execute on it?

He was relieved when Asminys released him, and he tried to keep his hands from trembling. He knew the man was right - the Sith had survived for centuries and were so much better than anything these people would ever amount to be. Why was his mind clouded so?

He gazed in the direction of the women, that disgusting and nagging thought in the back of his mind whispering ‘What if we are the predators that came along?’He immediate squashed the thought, drawing in a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

“It will be done,” He said quietly as he spun on his heel and walked in the other direction.

Chaos rained around him, and the screams and cries became a cacophony of sounds. There was an orchestra of death playing around him, and Asminys was the conductor as his saber made short work to bring the villagers that much closer to their makers.

Emryc was a hound that caught onto the scent of blood as he made his way towards the next house. He could see a man beginning to run away with a small boy clutching onto him. The young Sith moved almost mechanically, his eyes seemingly glazed over as he told himself this was just a simulation. These were virtual villagers like in the sim, and he simply needed to cut them down.

Except these screams made him flinch, and his target the child did not reward him for a job well done. Instead, the boy screamed at the sight of his murdered parents, and fell into a heap when Emryc put him to sleep. He hoisted the boy up and continued on.

“The Force shall set you free,” He repeated under his breath, telling himself he was doing the right thing. He was saving these children from an existence that would mean nothing. He looked around at the frightened grown men and women, and he couldn’t help but feel pity and disgust.

Asminys was right.

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As Asminys stalked deeper into the village, he steeled his heart. His saber lashed out at every living thing that he came across, leaving behind a path of corpses in his wake. Screams echoed through the night with each death, and a small shriveled part within him recoiled each time he took one of the villager's lives.

He loved to fight. The singing of blades, the movement of his body and lightsaber in synch. Minds and hearts resolved to clash with each other until one was victorious and the other dead and defeated.

This was no fight.

This was slaughter.

There was no beauty in his movements, no passion in his heart as he killed. Just a cold rage in the pit of his stomach that threatened to consume him.

He felt hatred. Hatred for the Sith that had assigned him this task. Hatred for himself for carrying it out. Hatred for his partner for forcing him to take this all on himself. Hatred for the villagers who died so easily before him.

If only they were stronger. Their resistance would have been a salve to his heart no matter how futile. If they had put up even a little bit of a fight, But instead they died. With every swing of his blade they died, and his heart grew smaller. Every scream marked the end of a life, and with them the darkness within him grew.

They were nothing. Nothing but animals.

He slaughtered them like animals.

They were nothing. He told himself, reassured himself as he had reassured his younger counterpart. A young man fell before his blade, eyes shock with confusion.

Making a circle through the village, there was no chance that anyone could survive the carnage he left behind. He could smell their fear. He could hunt them down by the beating of their terrified hearts. He was the hunter and they were his prey.

He was the predator that he had warned Emryc of.

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The child had a sibling. Sibling was not Force sensitive. Eliminate. Woman. Baby. Old Man. Eliminate eliminate eliminate. His saber rose and fell, cutting through anyone in his path. He was in a simulation and he was following his training, he was executing the will of the Eternal. The path to becoming a true Sith was never easy. It wasn’t for the faint hearted. And that was why only the strongest made it to the top. He would be one of them.

He blocked out everything around him. He kept going until he came across an older frail man and his wife.

“Please… please…..”

Emryc didn’t listen, raising his blade to strike him down and get to the child behind him.

And that’s when something very unexpected happened. This child was older than a toddler, and she glared at Emryc with pure hatred in her eyes. She curled her hands into fists and screamed in his face. She had pure anger and pain coursing through her. This was a scream that rattled him to his bones, that poured all her pain into it, that defined what it meant to harness the Force. She was surrounded by her dead kin, she stood amidst the bodies of those that had loved her. She saw her adoptive father about to be cut down, and it pushed her beyond a limit she didn’t even know she had.

The effects of the scream not only pierced into his mind, but it sent a concussive blast out from where she stood. The effect was enough to fling her own parents clear across the field. Their chests were caved in and they died on impact. Emryc was thrown several feet back, and knew his ribs were bruised. He only managed to stop the impact with a feeble barrier of the Force.

As he slowly looked up from lying on the ground, the girl’s chest was rapidly heaving up and down. She looked around weekly before collapsing to the ground. Emryc remained on the ground, truly shaken to the core by what he had observed.

Would he ever get the luxury of talking about this day with anyone? How would the knowledge of killing her own family sit with that girl when she awoke next? Had she just unwittingly become a Sith?

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The village was empty of the living, rough dirt paths between huts strewn with corpses. Asminys' hunt had taken him into the wide field that surrounded the village. He ran through the tall grass, his smooth stride letting him flow through the brush like a snake as he chased down a young woman who had fled the village.

The last of his prey.

Her fear was like a trail to his senses and he was a hound out for blood. Coming up behind her, he pounced. His saber speared through her back and she fell. Rolling over, she stared up at him, terror and confusion in her eyes.

"...why." Her lips trembled as they whispered.

And then she died.

Asminys regarded the corpse. She had been young, not quite to adulthood. Her whole life had lay before her, and he had pulled the rug out from under her. Snuffed her out like a candle to be discarded before its body had even burned halfway.

"It is my nature." He whispered, looking back over his shoulder at the body one more time before he walked away.

Then her left her there.

A scream from the village interrupted Asminys' thoughts before he could dwell on the kill, on why he had deigned to answer the young woman's final words, even as she lay dead. The scream was full of rage and despair, the grief of an innocent.

And it was full of the Darkside.

Breaking into a sprint, Asminys returned to the village. On his way through the village he once again viewed the carnage that he had wrought, his perspective more somber as he walked past the empty husks of once vibrant beings. It didn't take him long to find the epicenter of the scream, a girl, perhaps old enough to remember what happened that night. He surveyed the damage she had caused in her terror and despair, noted Emryc laying on the ground seemingly flung from the epicenter.

He knelt beside the girl, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face.

"She will make a powerful Sith." He said outloud. Loud enough for Emryc to hear.

"Get up." He said in a low voice, turning his eyes on Emryc.

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For a moment he simply gazed up at the sky above. He wanted to think this was a sim, that it wasn’t real. And yet he couldn’t deny the sensation of the damp grass against his skin. He couldn’t ignore the scent of fire nor the darkness in the Force that festered like a malignancy. A dark side of him desired to feast and these were the first few true morsels he was given. What did he make of the taste?

The older Sith walked over to inspect the last child and Emryc didn’t move. He tilted his head to look at him once he barked the order to get up. Emryc didn’t move at once, tilting his head up to look at the stars again.

“Listen to it,” He said quietly, “The silence. The peace. The tranquility,” He inhaled softly before exhaling again, “The scent of cleansed and purified air,” He grinned faintly, “We are doing the Dark Lord’s work. He smiles upon us.”

Did he believe any of the words coming out of his mouth? Emryc slowly got up to stand, trying not to wince from the pain. He walked over to collect the male child from before, slinging the small boy over his shoulder.

There was a communal fire that had been going to sit around and tell stories. Emryc walked over and grabbed a burning stick before walking over to raise it to one of the thatched roofs. The flames quickly began to spread. He used the Force to nudge it along, not being experienced to actually control fire yet.

He could only hope that burning and erasing it physically would do the same with his thoughts.

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The young Sith didn't move. Asminys bristled, ready to make an issue of it when the boy started talking. It wasn't so silent with him speaking, but Asminys followed his gaze up to the stars. It was quiet, now. No more screams. No more sobs of terror. No more anguished cries.

Silence.

Asminys exhaled. A tension leaving him that he hadn't known he was carrying. The icy pit of rage that had held his heart in an iron grip softened. What was left of his heart felt hard and cold, compressed like a diamond, tough and unyielding.

He felt empty without the rage, so empty.

Running a hand over the child's hair one more time, he hoisted her up over his shoulder. The smell of smoke began to fill the air as Emryc put the villager's homes to the torch, using the force to encourage the hungry flames in their feast. Walking the village, Asminys pulled a torch of his own from the flames and put the whole place to burn. He wasn't concerned with destroying the evidence and he left the corpses where they lay, the animals could have them.

He just felt so cold.

The rampage through the village had taxed him in ways other than physical. He had drawn deeply on the Darkside, wallowed in his hatred as he carried out the dirty deed. During the killing spree he had felt full of malevolent energy, an apex predator surrounded by prey. He felt as if the darkside had filled him up, bored him out hollow and now left him empty.

So empty.

"I see you found your strength after all." He spoke aloud as he crossed corpses that weren't of his leaving. Men and women, young and old, their bodies scored by the touch of a lightsaber. "Did they put up a good fight?" He jeered, projecting his own discomfort and self-loathing at the slaughter on the younger man.

If only they had been stronger.

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Emryc rose from the ground after a while. He tried to push the reality of what happened from his mind. He followed behind Asminys, stopping over to grab the first child. By now, there was a whirlwind of fires spreading across the different buildings.

He and Asminys were black outlines against a canvas of brilliant orange and red. He felt hollow inside, wondering what it was he was supposed to feel. Elation? A sense of pride? Why did it feel so empty, then? He wouldn’t ever be able to voice those thoughts aloud.

The older Sith spoke then and Emryc had to fight not to bristle at his words. There was only the slightest twitch along his lips as they thinned at the jeering tone he took.

“We did what we came to do. Not exactly something that gave me a hard on,” He said flatly, turning away from the village to make their way back to their ship.

“Who will care for-”
He paused there and sighed, “Who will train these children?”

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The younger Sith did not rise to the taunts that Asminys had thrown his way, probably for the best. They still had a delivery to make. Walking side by side carrying the children, Asminys looked at Emryc when he asked his question.

He was silent. His mind flashing back to his own childhood among the Cadre. Was that what these children had in store for them he wondered.

"Nobody will care for them." He finally said, the ghost of his past sneaking its way into his voice. Would the younger Sith hear it? Did it matter if he did?

"It is none of our concern, but I imagine whichever Sith gave the order has something in mind for them." The unspoken words that followed in his mind. They would suffer, in ways only imaginable to Asminys and his like. They would know pain and anguish and isolation. They would learn rage, hatred.

They would become like him.

Or they would die.

"They will become strong." He said in a low voice as the village faded into the background, the orange haze of fire barely illuminating their surroundings now. The kath hounds howled in the night as they approached the village, the flesh of the dead villagers a welcome meal for them to scavenge.

They will become strong, or they will die. He thought to himself in the loneliness of his mind.

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Emryc Thorne

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“They will be strong,” He lingered on the words, “But it remains to be seen if they will be loyal,” He was born into the life of a Sith. He had never known his parents, and thus he never ached for anything lost. That wouldn’t be the case with these children. That young girl, he knew, would very clearly remember what happened today and she would carry it with her forever.

They walked in silence for a bit and Emryc looked down at the ground. He felt the weight of the children he was carrying, but so much more on top of that. He had done simulations like these and yet it was entirely different in the real world.

“I was going to lie,” He said abruptly after a long moment. He paused slowly, turning to look at the older Sith, “I was going to tell you there were no other children. That I couldn’t sense them,” He felt shame even admitting it, “I was going to lie even if I knew you would see through it.”

It felt as if he were vomiting poison. But even vomiting it out expelled it from contaminating his thoughts. He exhaled slowly, “I had a moment of weakness. I will punish myself accordingly.”

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Asminys

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Emryc's words lingered in Asminys' mind as they walked in silence. Loyalty. A strange concept for the man. If the children they carried experience was anything like his own, they would be taught of loyalty. Their devotion to the Sith Eternal buried in their souls with endless brainwashing.

Would they ask of them what they asked of him?

Would they demand they show their loyalty by wasting each others lives on their blades?

Would they realize the futility of loyalty as he had?

There was no loyalty within the Sith. Not for Asminys. All there was was power. Those who had it, and those who craved it. It was a fundamental mistake in the Cadre-master's training. To teach them the Sith code and to preach loyalty to the Sith Eternal in the same breath.

The Sith code had no room for loyalty. Loyalty was a chain, and chains were meant to be broken.

Startled from his thoughts by the young Sith's admission, Asminys looked at the boy. He stared at him for a long moment, not sure whether he was more startled by the fact that he had thought to lie to him, or that he had admitted it.

"Why tell me now?" He rumbled, his tone low, threatening. He didn't care that the boy had thought to lie to him, he would have known and carried out the mission on his own. What he didn't understand was why he brought it up now, after the fact, risking himself for what, to assuage his guilt?

"Do as you will, I am not some taskmaster here to hold you to account." Whatever it was that the boy intended to do about his weakness, Asminys cared not whether he meditated or fell on his sword to punish himself. The job was done, or almost done, and Asminys would soon be on his way to pursue his own goals once more.

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