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As Jhon sat in a shuttle, racing through the perils of the Deep Core so it could reach Coruscant where battle was raging all over the planet, memories conjured by Tyrn Lightell on Tython were coming back to him now. They were memories he had lost from his time in Imperial Space, memories after he saw Ebberla Daw on Ord Mantell but before he mysteriously found himself on Coruscant again. They were thoughts conjured when Tyrn said Andraste had found Jhon again. They were thoughts of the man who Jhon had always believed conjured the deception known as Darth Vitium.
But most of all, they were memories of hatred. Deep, animalistic hatred.
Many Months Earlier
Alarm klaxons blared throughout the corridors of the Redemption, a Sith warship peacefully sailing through Imperial Space—a peace that was broken with the arrival of an intruder. That intruder’s name was Jhon Cordatus.
In one of the hallways leading to the command deck, muffled screams were heard on the far side of a durasteel wall. Suddenly, violently, a man-sized hole was burst into the metal, and the mangled body of a crewman named Barrel rolled down the corridor, his corpse bloodied and left nearly unrecognizable. With the same intensity, more people, these ones alive, burst through the same metal, though they would surely not survive for long without attention.
Jhon stepped through from the other side, panting, sweat pouring down his brow and onto the red armor of the royal guardsman he had taken it from when he first boarded the Redemption. His lightsaber hung on his belt while he held the staff-blade of the royal guard. All anyone knew right now was that a powerful Force user was tearing through the ship wearing the armor of the Imperial guards. No one could have suspected that Jhon Cordatus was here.
“Tell me where Geist Weiss is,” the gruff voice of the Jedi Master said to the officers on the ground who were screaming in pain. “I know he is here, so you can make this much less painful for you.”
But most of all, they were memories of hatred. Deep, animalistic hatred.
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Many Months Earlier
Alarm klaxons blared throughout the corridors of the Redemption, a Sith warship peacefully sailing through Imperial Space—a peace that was broken with the arrival of an intruder. That intruder’s name was Jhon Cordatus.
In one of the hallways leading to the command deck, muffled screams were heard on the far side of a durasteel wall. Suddenly, violently, a man-sized hole was burst into the metal, and the mangled body of a crewman named Barrel rolled down the corridor, his corpse bloodied and left nearly unrecognizable. With the same intensity, more people, these ones alive, burst through the same metal, though they would surely not survive for long without attention.
Jhon stepped through from the other side, panting, sweat pouring down his brow and onto the red armor of the royal guardsman he had taken it from when he first boarded the Redemption. His lightsaber hung on his belt while he held the staff-blade of the royal guard. All anyone knew right now was that a powerful Force user was tearing through the ship wearing the armor of the Imperial guards. No one could have suspected that Jhon Cordatus was here.
“Tell me where Geist Weiss is,” the gruff voice of the Jedi Master said to the officers on the ground who were screaming in pain. “I know he is here, so you can make this much less painful for you.”