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The dark corridor stretched out before expanding into a balcony overlooking the darkened city below. Walking out towards the night sky, Tyranus glanced around, taking in each of the lights scattered around the city. A lot had changed in the years since the fall of the Jedi Order. While most of the events had been expected due to the extreme calculations, there were a few events that came as a surprise to the Sith Lord. As a prime example, he had never expected Skywalker to be persuaded to ally himself with him and his master. He had thought Skywalker to be weak – a miscalculation that had nearly been disastrous to him, many years prior.

Mando'a Ures kyr b'haa'taylir, Mhi akaanir ratiin bal ratiin. Tracyne b'akaan, Jurkadir mhi an. Akaan ures kyr, Jurkadire kyr'amur mhi an. Su'ratiin mhi akaanir, Draar trattok'or. Vaal cuun aru'ese shukur adol, Mhi ratiin akaanir. Ures kyr b'haa'taylir, Mhi draar trattok'or. Vaal an vercopa echoy'la, Mhi ratiin akaanir. Draar trattok'or, Ratiin akaanir. Mhi draar trattok'or. Mhi ratiin akaanir par Mand'alor. Par cuun aliit. Mhi ratiin akaanir. Basic Without an end in sight, We always fight. The fires of war, Threaten us all. War without end, Threatens to consume us all. Yet always we fight, Never failing. Even when the enemies break

Night was falling as I lean against the railing on the balcony, sighing quietly. It had been a long day. Five days ago, we were both named Keyblade Masters…  Now, we are the only two Masters… Master Koen was struck down. When she was called to help in defending the world referred to as Twilight Town…  She and the others were overwhelmed by the invaders from the Realm of Darkness. Though they managed to seal the rift, the cost was great. Only Master Yen Sid survived. Gone. Master Koen was now gone. And now, we are the only two left. Myself, and my fellow master, friend, and brother. But even that changed rapidly. The nigh

Karis bowed to the incoming cloaked figure, smiling slightly as he did so. In greetings, he called out, “Master!” The figure raised her hand as she approached, almost in greetings. As she did so, however – an explosion sounded directly to their right. The sound of crumbling stone and shattering glass echoed throughout the corridor.  At once, Karis and his master activated their Lightsabers – green and orange blades lighting up the room as the power faded. Karis’s master made her way quickly to her apprentice, keeping an eye out for the attackers as she did so – she extended her focus in an attempt to sens

Despite the change from day to night, the heat still was beating down heavily on the clone troopers of Nexu squad, and the Republic-assigned architects. Strike, the captain assigned to Nexu squad, couldn’t help but growl in annoyance at the progress of the mission. And, for that matter, the mission itself. An ancient Sith warship was found, ruined, in the wastes of Daris IV. And the blasted Jedi wanted to send them to dig it back up, so they would be able to ‘safe-guard’ any artifacts found on board. While Strike couldn’t care less about the Jedi and Sith politics, that was not the aspect that annoyed him the worst. W

“Basilisks work better than these walkers the Clones use. Why not use ‘em?” Tracyn growled quietly as the two Mandalorians walked. Aira-ty couldn’t help but sigh slightly in annoyance to Tracyn. “Already told you… Wouldn’t mind doing that, but chak jetiise want to take the fun out of it.” She sighed again, muttering something to herself in Mando’a before continuing, “Besides, closest bes’uliike are with Death Watch. Wouldn’t mind an attack on those skanahe, but I’m not riskin’ any of his legacy, just to get some bloody Basilisks.” “Oh, come on!