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The spike allowed him access and the War Master opened the exterior door of the airlock, clambering down into the small room and reorienting himself quickly to standing on that access, his hand distractedly disengaging his magnetic boots as he pressurized the airlock at the console to the...

The War Master savagely hit the controls for the boarding tube’s airlock, tapping to override the terminal’s objections that there was not a ship in boarding distance and allow access into the small chamber. The locator in the suit was active, the propellant and atmosphere were full, and all...

His arming chamber aboard the Devastator had an expansive view of the damnable Jedi fleet with the sparkling and gaudy glow of Coruscant behind it like the backdrop of some triumphal play. The address from the Supreme Chancellor had not yet come, nor the order from the command frigate to...

He could feel the worry bubble within her, but he remained resolute within their bond. “It’s been fifty-one days. Nearly two months.” Kalladrrl took a step toward her, reaching up to unseal his helmet, lifting it off of him as eyes of bright, burnished gold glimmered in the light at Vex...

“Mobile anti-air deployed,” came a commlinked message from their pilot. Kalladrrl grumbled throatily, frowning in thought before he responded. “Pilots, raise shields, then pair off and have your gunners target their artillery. Zig zag to avoid fire before forming four landing groups.” Shudders...

No, Evandrus was not like the other Councilors, not even himself. The Dark Lord and the War Master were cut of a similar cloth: they were decisive, action-minded, and had a command of fear and violence that would rightfully terrify any lesser being. The Eternal was...the Eternal, no two ways...

Kalladrrl stood ready, an elite squad of ten Blackguards at his back, his typical gear in place and the Gauntlet on his right hand. His left hand held the lightsaber of the blood-red blade, deactivated and ready. Vex’s style of combat suited him against sapient beings and users of the Force, but...

Evandrus had better chops for Shyriiwook than most other smallfoots, and Kalladrrl decided against making a quip about how Evandrus’ chest was too small to get the proper breath for his language. Better to be cordial. The smell of potent liquor touched his nose as Evandrus worked, sipping from...

The War Master stepped through the threshold with the Force held tight, but the Gauntlet would avail him no further. He could feel the stress he had put upon the construct and so it would be his unaugmented power that would serve him in this last engagement. As he approached, he caught sight of...

Kalladrrl was impassive in demeanor and yet flush with triumph as Marina shrieked and started to maniacally claw at herself, taking special pleasure in the clawing. One throaty, bass chuckle bubbled from the massive figure clad in night-black armor as he retracted the lightsaber blade in his...

Damn, what he would have done for a competent adjutant. Maintaining supplies for the Shock Corps, the Legion and the Defense Force, coordinating with the other Lords of the Sith and their constituent bureaus, being tortured by electricity, lifting weights in hyperspace between campaigns. His...

Kalladrrl had been facing life or death situations since before these two Jedi were ideas in their starry-eyed parents’ dreams and was not so easily caught. He continued his assault on Marina's mind, stressing the Gauntlet to its halfway point as two bolts sailed for his chest, but he stepped...

The Force was with him and he was immersed in the thunderous power of the Dark Side as three potted plants flew threw the air, propelled by one of the Jedi. He grunted throatily as he leapt to his right, the two higher ones sailing past him as he depressed the secondary stud on the lightsaber in...

Sniff. His nose twitched, audible only to him. Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff sniiiiiff. Their scent provided a clear path for Kalladrrl to trace as they moved, whoever they were. Jedi fools tended to eschew armor and it was a mistake in this instance; they had hoped to be stealthy moving through...

The pain was fading to an ache that embraced him like a vise. Damn, but did it have to be electricity? “Never again!” he muttered to himself in gravelly, hoarse Xaczik as he strode through the very same edifice on Korriban for a meeting with yet another member of the Sith Council that had a...