Voices in the Wind

[Wes Thul Drast]

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Tython
1259 local time

It was past midnight when the Sith shuttle landed, a few hundred meters away from the ruined Jedi temple on Tython. Wes had observed it as they flew around the area, its caved in roof, some pillars still standing as if the Force itself was propping them up. Even once they landed, the atmosphere of the temple was eerie to say the least. It was obvious the two Sith were not welcome here, but they pressed on nevertheless.

There was a disgusting stench to it, though at first Wes couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then, his nose crinkled and he scowled, a facial gesture he does not use very often. Genuine irritation filled him, bordering on anger, and the stench seemed to part a bit. "The light side remains strong here," he remarked. "Though our mere presence seems to bend the air around us." And it was true. When the dark side manifested within Wes, the positive energy recoiled away, like a prey animal being chased by a hawk. It was glorious.

The two walked for a bit, cloaks swishing behind them. It was so damn quiet. Tython had been this way for centuries, though Wes could not explain why the Empire had waited so long to retake it. The job was clearly going to be difficult, but surely, they could have sent more capable soldiers than two Sith Acolytes operating in the Empire's weakest era since its inception. Someone more closely related to Andraste would have done the job easily.

But that did not matter. They were here, and it was up to them to do it. The two should consider this an honor.

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[Doz Noth]

Doz held within her a curiosity for all that she beheld, who these people were and how they had fallen. Oh she knew the lore and saw the need for their rituals to cleanse the area of the Jedi taint now more than ever and she anticipated drinking deep from the darkness to unleash it upon this foul site. Yet the marvel that was the temple, even in ruins, could not be denied. It was a shame these people’s talents had been so misguided and it served to raise her ire. Doz hated waste more than anything.

She had another reason on her mind though than just duty for excitement to be growing within her. Ever since the Jedi had emerged, revealing the truth about their extinction, Doz had been off. There was a growing unease in the force and it had been interfering with her focus, the disturbance it created seeping into the woman’s dreams. So to be able to eradicate places like this, in which the Jedi had once bread their perversions, was a mission she had leapt upon eagerly.

Each and every place the foolish could gather and grow strong in their heresy had to be stamped out. These practitioners of the light needed to learn just how pervasive the darkness truly was. There was no escaping the might of the Sith and soon enough these false hopes of the rabble would be seen for the lies they were as well. Doz wasted no time in exiting the shuttle upon landing welcoming the feel of the land beneath her feet. Each step sent a message rolling across the land and she could feel the lightness retreating from her presence.

Again that crawling sensation beneath her skin assailed her, only much more fervently that it ever before. Had she been unaware of this site’s history she could not have failed to recognize the taint of the light side. Her eyes went to Wes as he spoke of the very same thing she was feeling. That was as far as the similarity between the two went. While he thought of the thinning of his blood, she thought of the rule of the strong.

The Zabrak was under no illusions the task they had been given would be difficult, but she welcomed the challenge. It had always been her way and without pushing herself to face the insurmountable, she never would have managed the weight of her diverse duties. Well aware of her weaknesses she embraced them as welcome sign posts to where her strengths must focus. And in her moment of unease, this struggle of light and darkness disturbing her visions, she could think of no better way to combat failure than head on.

Striding across the ancient paving stones that had not felt the touch of a force wielder in countless generations, she could hardly wait to begin battle that power to bring it back into true alignment with the darkness. Stopping beside one of the standing pillars, she lay her hand upon the stone and said, ”What we bring is stronger, Thul-Drast. Never forget that. Today we will remind the entire Galaxy of this fact.”

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[Wes Thul Drast]

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Wes could feel resistance as he approached the temple. Not figuratively—the Force was literally putting up a fight, trying to keep him from entering. The Sith pushed through, his steps growing heavier and more determined. He would not allow a bunch of ghosts to dictate what he could and could not do.

There were rocks blocking the entrance, but he climbed over, the two Sith now entering the main chamber. It was large and featured several statues of important figures, all crumbled away beyond recognition. Flashes of light manifested outside the corner of his eye, as if the spirits were taunting him.

"If you are here to guard this temple, show yourself!" he called out into the large chamber, his echo replying. Wes' hand flew to his lightsaber out of reflex. He held it, feeling comfort in the way the grip had been molded to fit perfectly into his palm.

"One does not need to guard what cannot be taken."

A breezy voice spoke, its words sounding as if they had been carried by the wind. Wes looked around, but couldn't see anything or anyone new. He gripped his lightsaber. "Show yourself, Jedi."

A figure manifested in front of them—an average-sized man in brown cloaks, a white beard covering his chin. He looked to be in his late 40s and had a straightened posture. The most striking detail about him was his opacity—the man was transparent. Light energy seemed to emanate from him, beating against Wes' face like heat from an oven. It was somewhat intimidating, but mostly irritating.

"I presume you are not here to rebuild," he remarked, his voice carrying a deep melancholy within. "I suppose you never do change. No matter." He recomposed himself, face regaining the look of nobility on it. Then, without warning, the Jedi sent a huge wave toward them. The light side washed over the two Sith with the power of a truck. They both flew back, Wes falling on his ass and skidding across the floor for a good 10 meters.

The Sith was back up as soon as he stopped, charging toward the ghost. The Jedi stood, as if rooted, in the place where he had appeared, eyeing the Drast blindly as he approached. Once in range, the acolyte unleashed a stream of lightning, erupting out of his right hand and finding the Jedi, who seemed surprised for once. A pained look flashed across the man's face as he was hit, then he disappeared.

"Though it may take centuries," said a voice from behind. Wes turned to see that the Jedi had manifested near the entrance. "Your kind will fade away."

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[Doz Noth]

Doz observed the area as Wes made his challenges feeling a spike in the energy level right before the spirit made itself manifest. She found it curious, this clinging to life and smirked. The dead ought to know when to stay dead instead of bothering the tourists. But no, of even greater curiosity to the woman was that Wes’ demand it reveal itself actually bore fruit. Her eyebrows drew together in thought upon hearing the entities response not expecting a sense of humor. She thought that if death didn’t give one cause for amusement then nothing would; it seemed like the grandest of ironies to her. What matter to the dead what the living were about? This was one obsessive spirit.

That was about all the time for contemplation she was afforded for this man from the past packed a heft punch even from the other side of the veil. The force was incredible it unleashed upon she and her partner, sending them both crashing back through the air and down onto the stone floor with a vengeance. Getting up and dusting off her robes, she sighed, ”Now that was very a unwelcoming way to treat visitors, Jedi. I expected better foresight than this.’ The Zabrak opened herself up to the force letting its cloying touch wash over her with a vengeance before adding, ”For it is you who will face away.”

She could feel the wrongness of the Shade, its refusal to slip away into the force and give up its identity once and for all. Clearly he suffered from the flaw of pride, arrogance, as well as the delusion its efforts mattered in the grand scheme of things. It was to these emotions that she let the force build within her as she turned toward the entrance where the spirit appeared. Lifting her right hand she became a conduit for the pain that had come with every defeat she had ever suffered hurling a force push at the ghost in an attempt to push it from the ruins of the temple. Even as the stone entrance began to tremble as her torrent of energy crashed into the spirit she wondered if the Jedi was simply tied to the temple or if it had the ability to exist outside its confines.

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[Wes Thul Drast]

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Doz's shockwave approached the Jedi ghost, who simply stood there, as if taunting. A look of relaxation on his face, he watched as the dust in front of him kicked up. Then, right when he meant to be hit, he vanished. The shockwave hit the stones that had collapsed and covered the entrance, sending them hurtling out. Well, at least the entrance was open now.

The ghost re-appeared next to Wes, who whirled around and reached his right arm out. He wrapped the Force around the Jedi's neck, though the grip held for only a second, before he felt a wave hit him in the stomach, sending him skidding along the marble floor. "You are not visitors, Sith," he replied. The Jedi stomped his spectral foot down, sending cracks webbing directly toward Doz. Once underneath her, the ground would explode.

"You are trespassers."

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[Doz Noth]

She could tell by the expression upon the entities face that he was going to teleport again like he had done earlier to get behind them. That look said she was wasting her time in attacking him as surely as if he was unphased and sure of his own success. The delusion of the light side were insidious like that, predicative of happy endings and peace throughout the Galaxy. Doz was a much more pragmatic individual than that. Anyone who had tasted the power and the truth of the darkside knew not to be weakened by such heresies.

Sure enough her blast went through the empty space right after the Jedi winked out of existence. It was fine with her, and very much expected, to have to work for their victory. Had riding this place of the vile touch of the light side been a simple chore then two Sith would not have been required. Such a waste of resources would not have been expended during this crucial time in the Empire, not when there were so many of the living that presented threats to stability in the Galaxy.

When he appeared before Wes, her partner was ready and reached out with the force giving her the time to draw more of the darkness about herself. Little though that was, for she saw the Jedi break free from the choke hold with a thrust of some sort that sent Wes sailing across the temple once more. Turning then to target herself, the entity couldn’t help but engage her in further debate. It caused her to smile for his rhetoric was flawed as much as his beliefs, and Doz was not shy in pointing them out. ”It is you who trespasses in the world of the living and we will not permit you to further subvert the innocent to your heresy.”, she spat as the Jedi stomped the ground.

She could feel the prickly sensation that filled her with unease rushing toward her, rising from the very earth to explode beneath her, but was unable to do more than contort her form once airborne. The woman had a vision of herself slamming into a structure for the fleeting breath of an instant, her release of a force push against the ground slipping through her fingers in the lapse of concentration so that rather than lightly touch down, she fell while still a good 5 feet in the air.

Her vision swam and another scene seemed to overlay her perceptions, she and Wes were here and yet they were not, though their body postures were identical in both instances. It left her confused and fearful of what was going on, her knowledge of the twisted powers these lightsiders had was slight and mostly exaggerated or misinformed at best. Such research was not conducive to happiness within the Empire and could get a person branded as a heretic themselves. Part of her wondered if this was some sort of mind attack seeking to distract her so the Jedi might catch her off guard. There was another Jedi there… huge and…

She shook her head casting off the delusion refusing to be outwitted by this spectre of lies. Her eyes focused upon the being with true hatred. They would make him sorry he had ever been born before this day was done or she would die trying.

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[Wes Thul Drast]

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Wes wasn't sure what was more interesting: the ghost's willingness to debate, or Doz's willingness to humor him, while exerting energy fighting. The Drast remained silent, instead charging up the Force, his feet rooted to the marble floor. The Jedi seemed to be concentrated on Doz. The woman flew into the air and landed, ungracefully, her body slamming into the floor, but what confused Wes was the look on her face as she landed. A glassy-eyed gaze came over her for a moment before she raised up and kept fighting.

Unshaken, the Drast lifted his arms and pointed both palms at the Jedi, charging his rage and pain into the attack. His stomach was aching from the hit, and his muscles were still screaming from the previous rough landing, so he had a good deal of emotion to fuel his power. A concussive blast erupted out of his palms and hit the Jedi before he could move. While not as strong as a Master's or even a Crusader's attack, it still caused the ghost to fly into the wall behind him, embedding himself in it. Wes dashed forward in that instant, while the Jedi recovered. He wrapped the Force around his fists and punched the form, finding to his surprise that he was managing to do damage. He rained about four blows on to the Jedi before he recovered, time in which the projection flickered, perhaps indicating that he was beginning to lose power.

The Jedi blinked away again, manifesting behind Wes. He grabbed the Drast by the back of the head and slammed his face into the wall, the Sith's nose breaking with a crack that echoed throughout the chamber. Blood erupted down his face, but, a white hot rage pouring through him, Wes whirled around and threw a punch behind him.

The ghost once again blinked, this time manifesting a few meters away. "Spout your rhetoric all you want, Sith. You are no match for the power of the light."

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[Doz Noth]

As Wes battle the entity, Doz kept her eyes focused upon the action as she gathered the force once more. Fueled by the hatred she felt for the ghostly entity, her eyes pinched slightly at the corners upon seeing it embedded within the temple wall after Wes’ latest strike. Of even greater surprise was that while immobilized Wes’ force covered fists were actually having an effect upon the stubborn Jedi who refused to vacate the land of the living.

What she was about to attempt was a bit out of her reach, but she knew even if she was not able to create a stable field to trap the being, it should be enough to partially restrain it so her partner could unleash his fury upon a stationary target. Doz’ motivating force was her overwhelming competitiveness. Her whole life she had been contesting against herself and those rare individuals who sparked her need to out do and get one up on. To fail or come in second, to fall short in exceeding her previous deeds, always filled her with a rage that boiled and seethed just under the skin of the Zabrak woman.

Calling to mind her deplorable marksmanship that had nearly gotten Tarsus killed upon Null when they had accompanied Tres in capturing and locking down the main space port. The same sense of fear filled her as when on that day she had knelt by his side, his mechanical arm a wreck forcing her to inject him with pain blockers. The same shame swelled painfully though her then igniting a fire of anger and setting the force to rush in greedily and envelope her being.

Pinned to the spot as Wes continued to occupy the spirit’s attention, she let her mind draw up every instance when her failures had endangered her companions. The sight of Crusader Sekt lying with shrapnel in his back from a grenade, herself working furiously to stabilize the man without the use of her med pack which had slipped down into the canyon below, caused her will to swell with her refusal to give up mentality that had carried her through troubles all her life long. Even the memory of Harren ever taunting her over having saved her hide once more, his kill count far exceeding her own, helped to enable her to throw off her inner restraints and draw upon a larger pool of the force than ever before.

Her eyes snapped open and unleashed the force with both hands raised before her, the pulse of crimson energy rushing across the distance that separated them. Pinpoint precision to the very spot where the spirit reappeared, her stasis field slammed into the creature surrounding it in the fluctuating field. She could not even spare enough focus to yell at Wes to attack while she held it, he would be able to see for himself how unstable the field was. It wouldn’t take the fallen Jedi long to find a way out for it was already pushing and shoving against her unstable field trying to break free.

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[Wes Thul Drast]

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This Jedi had managed to anger both Acolytes to the point of no return. Doz seemed to be fuming, and Wes was ready to use all energy to wipe out this goddamn ghost.

It seemed they were on the same page. As Doz gripped the Jedi within a field, Wes reached his arms out, and electricity erupted out of his fingertips. The ghost struggled, but there seemed to be no way to blink out this time. The lightning hit the Jedi, and though he couldn't feel pain, he could feel his power diminishing—his connection to the physical world was slowly dissipating. He blinked in and out of existence as Wes poured all his anger into the lightning. He could no longer feel the rest of his body, not even his broken nose. The only thing he could feel was the power that was slowly being drained out of him through his fingertips.

The ghost blinked once more and then disappeared. It was like a light had been switched off. All of the light side energy that had been blanketing the temple blinked out of existence along with the Jedi, and the atmosphere shifted, the air becoming more stiff. Wes could feel the familiar feeling of a dark side nexus—power and dread.

He was suddenly struck by how much energy he'd expended. The lightning had drained him completelely, and the aching of his nose returned, as did feeling to his body. The Drast fell to his knees, stars dancing in front of him. He tried to speak, but couldn't properly form the words needed. Wes gripped onto a column next to him, trying to regain his composure. When he realized he couldn't talk, he lifted his right hand up and flashed Doz a thumbs up, his eyes still on the marble floor. Even looking away could potentially knock him out now.

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[Doz Noth]

Doz could feel the pain of Wes’ attack cutting through her shaky barrier, opening a window through which to lay into the ghost with his power. The red glow of her shield melted back away from his lightning but it was enough to keep the spirit in check for now. Unable to move while she was so focused, her legs trembled in her stance, her arms feeling as though they weighed a ton, she cried out as one will do when pushing a heavy weight that refused to budge. With teeth clenched tight, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. But could Wes?

Her eyes went to the man and she could tell that he too was strained to the breaking point. His struggle was her own and there was no way she was going to let him out do her. If they failed here today it would not be because she hadn’t given everything she had. It was enough for as she dug deep for every last spec of the force she could grasp it fed the barrier causing it to grow brighter for one last bid to end this Jedi once and for all.

For that fleeting instant had her eyes moved to Wes but they returned to feast upon the sight of this spectre enduring the agony of its final moments. Her heart surged with the triumph of victory very much within their reach. Elation filled her and was oh so short lived when the spirit at last was vanquished from this world. It was not a moment too soon and as her energy barrier evaporated, Doz collapsed onto the temple floor. Lying there panting against the cold stones, her eyes stared up at the arching ceiling unable to hear anything but the ragged intake of her own breathing. And then she felt it, the pure and cloaking energy of the dark side permeating the site. Closing her eyes she lay there resting, soaking in its darkness. Oh but she wanted to just lie there and delight in the sensations, but she could not.

It had not escaped her notice that Wes’ face was a bloody mess, though from the distance she had not been able to tell if he had a busted nose or some gash on his head that caused the blood to flow. She couldn’t hear him and the need to tend to a potentially fallen man forced her to push herself to a sitting position just in time to see the man giving her a thumbs up. It was the most comical thing she had seen all day and it caused the woman to burst out laughing even as he fell to his knees. They were a mess it seemed.

More weary than she could ever recall, Doz turned to prop herself up on hands and knees, then reaching out to a stone block that had fallen from the ceiling ages ago to pull herself to her feet. Both hands now upon the stone, she was bent over, her head hanging as her head grew dizzy. It couldn’t be helped, it was time to go play doctor and she would just have to muscle through the sensation. Precariously she lifted her head and headed right for him, she swore she had, but rather she was slowly drifting off to his left and had to correct herself twice before she reached him. ”How many fingers am I hold up?”, she teased him and gave the man the bird before taking a seat on the ground in very indelicate way.

Her hands were busy pulling at her med pack, secured better this time than it had been at the palace of Fuxuh Bwull on Teth. She was not the sort of person who had to be taught a lesson twice. Fully intending to treat his wounds, her supplies spread out in the lap formed by her crossed legs, she looked up to Wes and said, ”Well? Sit down so I can get a look at that face.”

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[Wes Thul Drast]

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Wes could feel the dark side seeping into him, revitalizing the Sith. It was like mountain air to him. He breathed the energy in, and already he could feel his muscles start to work again properly. The dark border seemed to withdraw from his vision, so he looked up to see Doz flipping him off. Using what power he still had, he stuck his tongue out and laid down on the marble floor, his face directly below hers.

"Too many," he replied, his voice lacking its usual sardonic touch. He was tired. But a smile poked at his lips nevertheless. "I'm sure it wouldn't be an issue if someone were to relieve you of a few," he added, his tone more teasing now.

He sighed and closed his eyes as he smelled kolto, the cream overpowering all other smells of the room—namely, sweat, blood, and the electric ting of the air following strong uses of the Force.

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[Doz Noth]

His response was a good sign, at least he didn’t appear to have taken a concussion from the blow that bloodies his face. She scooted closer, bringing her med-pack with her, and got a good look at his face, sighing. His eyes were blacking, both of them and was a sure sign that nose of his was broke. The angle at which it twisted was certainly another. It would have to do cause for the moment she needed to work off the fatigue that was fastly trying to overtake her with its temptations of sleep and regeneration. Expending more energy to harness the force and get a sensing of his injuries would have to be replaced by technology.

Drawing out the medisensor from the kit she got a good reading as she she moved the scanner over his face. ”you are in luck Wes, your sinus cavities are not broken, but that nose of yours. I’ll have to fix that”, she said as she put the hand held sensor back into the kit and drew out some Kolto swabs and a stim-shot and a hypo for pain.

The first thing she did was to administer the shots, one to aid his body in healing itself and the second to cover for what she was about to do to the man. In the meantime she used the kolto swabs to cleans his face with the medication was absorbed by his skin to further aid the treatment. Throughout she kept up a bit of dialogue, letting him know what she was doing and such so as not to alarm her patient. He was the third Drast to leave the Republica she had met, having met a cousin of Tarsus and Wes at the cantina near the academy on Korriban one night. She knew why her partner had left, and Boudicca had come for her father insisted she had to study on Korriban, but what was Wes’ story? She couldn’t think it was mere whimsy that set him adrift.

”I have to set your nose, it's been long enough now and you shouldn’t feel this”, she warned. Her small respite had rejuvenated her enough to use the force, at least for this. He could thank her later for not doing it the barbaric way and give his nose a yank just hoping the cartilage would align properly. Gathering the force into her right hand, she hovered over his broken nose and let her flows pour down into his face sensing. Then without further warning she pushed the broken pieces of his nose back into their proper place. It was done, his body would do most of the work and she said, ”There shouldn’t be too much swelling”, and then began clearing up her gear. At last she asked, ”What do you think of reunification? Do you think it’s possible for the Empire to be whole again?”

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[Wes Thul Drast]

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He had never broken his nose before. It had hurt, but that was the part where he knew what would happen—the recovery, however, was completely unknown to him. Wes had no idea what Doz would do to him, so he closed his eyes and hoped for the best. Nicely enough, she gave him updates on everything she was doing to dissipate his confusion, even though his eyes were closed.

He raised himself into an upright position when she was done, his hand immediately reaching for his nose. He felt around its bridge, noticing the little bandage she'd put on there. Maybe he should let the wound heal instead of poking at it like a child.

Wes turned to her wiping a little blood off his cheek with his sleeve. "I think—" he sniffed, the sensation feeling strange. "—that the Old Empire is not to be trusted. They did betray us, and have shown us mostly hostility since then. They reject and denounce our values, so a unification could be potentially harmful. Besides, I would probably be the first on the chopping block, to be fair." It was a strategic, as well as personal, decision. Wes liked the Republica. It had its flaws, but it worked.

He raised himself up on his feet, feeling better now. At first, the Drast supported himself against a column, but was able to move on to standing on his own. "Sure, the whole 'rule of the strong' thing sounds great and seems like a good idea. But when it comes down to it, a ruler needs more than brawn or a strong connection to the dark side. They need to know how to lead. They need to understand their people." He knew he probably sounded like a douche bringing up the last part—after all, the whole reason they were in this mess was because the Republica didn't understand its people—but he felt that he had a point. "Most Drasts are taught those things from an early age. We live our lives learning how to rule. Sure, some of our recent Emperors and Empresses have been idiots, but that's how it is with rulers."

He began walking, though he took it slowly. It was a good thing the entryway was clear, because neither of the Sith were in the form necessary to move anything else around.

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[Doz Noth]

The Zabrak had to laugh when she saw Wes reaching up to tentatively touch at his nose. ”You know, if you fiddle around and mess up all my hard work, the next time I have to fix that nose of yours I might set it crookedly. For sure it won’t be for free and oh dear....I’m out of anesthetics. Guess I should have restocked the med kit, huh?”, she spoke the lie without batting an eye. Her light banter made her miss Harren a bit. The big Deucalian would have probably insisted that she set the nose the old fashioned way just to prove how manly he was. Her smile turned a bit dreamy then, in remembrance even as Wes went on to answer her question.

The argument was not a new one to Doz, after all the breaking of the Empire had not been that long ago and none of the issues had changed. Still she had her views and was not shy about voicing them. ”Bred to rule? You mean like only the Drasts receive an education?”, she asked rhetorically with a heavy lacing of sarcasm to her voice. She pushed herself to her feet, clutching the med kit and affixing it back in it’s carry space. ”And let me correct you there, Wes. It’s how it is with weak leadership. It is not an intelligent move to treat the better part of your populace as though the were subservient to the lesser in number. Truthfully I am shocked we Xeno’s have not risen up hundreds of years ago and exterminated the lot of you… humans. SO frail, too temperamental, so incompetent. That kind of mentality is sure to get us all killed. Is doing so already. The Mandeloreans certainly don’t care what breed of Sith they slay. This pettiness that occupies both our Empires will be its ruination one day. You mark my words.”

Without waiting for her partner she would move her way through the rubble toward the exit of the temple fully intending upon boarding the ship they had waiting. No doubt the debate would continue all the way to mission headquarters here on Tython when they reported the success of their mission.

/exit thread

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[Wes Thul Drast]

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He could tell this was a personal topic for Doz, but that was normal—every Sith was affected by the civil war. Wes couldn't say he disagreed with her, which is what set him apart from the other Drasts. The next words he spoke were inconceivable to hear from a Drast's mouth.

"Hey, I never said humans don't suck," he replied, agreement in his tone. "If it weren't for the Drasts, however, the Empire would have crumbled long ago. Xenophobia is one of our biggest flaws, but if you'd rather be part of a faction that values infighting and disregards intelligence, go ahead. If we become part of the Old Empire, we'll be so occupied with battling amongst ourselves that the Mandalorians and those godawful Jedi are going to kill us off like sheep. We're only helping them."

He rose after her and followed a few meters behind. It was clear she needed a little time to cool down.

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