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"I'm liking it" Percy said gleely, handing the deathstick back to his prey. "I used to do a little spice, but that's got a whole different kick". The young Sith danced a little closer to the smoker, brushing up against him almost as if by accident. They shared a few more drags on the thing...

Once inside, matters did not proceed quite so smoothly. Percy was still sizing the two men up when Eriana struck, her blades a flurry of crimson death that illuminated the dimly lit hallway. The young Sith had agreed with their strategy to stick together, but such a loud entrance was hardly...

Arthur didn’t answer immediately, instead reaching inside his jacket. He could have been going for a firearm, but with the two guards beside him it wouldn’t make a lot of sense. Besides, Percy’s mind was alive now, racing about the air between him and the noble. If there was danger, he would...

Percy hated these medicals. He was a young man, he shouldn’t have been sat in a place like this for another fifty years at least. Longer if his powers grew stronger. But his new hand was still adapting to his body. It needed regular checking and testing, at least that was what they said...

“Seven, by my count”. Percy stepped slowly around the bodies, ears pricked lest more of their comrades come running. Rowan and Uhtred had done well, proving themselves the soldiers they appeared to be. Their talents and quick thinking had got them inside Koros Ridge, claiming three scalps...

“Exactly” Percy followed up, nodding in thanks towards Saric. “In short, we’re offering you and House Knylenn the chance to be on top”. He reached into the pocket of his jacket, withdrawing the datapad and holding it up. “Like you say Sir, the Drive Yards are more yours than ours. Your...

And here it was. The ask. Percy didn’t like to admit it, but this particular Neimoidian had earned his grudging respect. The ambassador might be a frog, but he was a frog who knew how to bargain and, in his own way, stand up for his people. The young Sith listened carefully as the ambassador...

Gathering himself, Percy crouched low behind the plaza wall, wiping the blood from his temple. The scene ahead was a graveyard of bodies and smoke, an eerie stillness held back only by blaster fire from the last two assailants. His fellow Acolyte seemed to be off her game too, struck by a bolt...

Percy did his best to let the ambassador’s bile wash over him, smarting at the arrogance and sense of triumph. The Neimoidian would not have dared be so brazen in person. Nor would he have taken leave of his senses so. Yet, his final words left the door open. Perhaps he just simply needed to...

Percy had to admit, this particular Neimoidian had distinguished himself. The Crusader slipped from the Vector-class shuttle with Saric in tow, coming to a halt as the six mercenaries emerged from the embassy and took positions between the Sith and the entrance. Percy listened impassively as...

Percy turned Eriana’s words over in his mind. He supposed her first point was true if he was honest with himself. The Force had given him the opportunity, if the beginning, on the failing transport in the cold darkness of space. Had he been without it, he would have had no power to stop the...

They made their way inside and down the stairs. The club wasn’t particularly big. A dive like most places of its kind in this part of the capital, it was roughly rectangular, wider than it was deep. The centre was dominated by a large, brightly lit circular bar, manned by scantily clad...

Percy followed Geist out of the shuttle and into the open air, pausing for a moment to make sure Eriana disembarked safely. He suspected the other Sith could handle herself, but the street beyond was a river of turmoil, hundreds of people pushing this way and that in the hustle and bustle of...

Percy watched the Admiral’s image dissipate and vanish, the man’s words hanging on the air. The young Sith had spent a fair amount of time with the military over the years, but he’d never crossed paths with this Petrov. That would have to change; it was a name he’d heard more than once in...

Arthur stopped to admire or prune various parts of the garden as they walked, titivating this and that as if it wasn’t in the least bit discourteous. Percy suspected it was a show of course; Knylenn was giving them his full attention even if it didn’t seem like it. The way he was starting out...

Uhtred was right of course; the mine was a blot on the landscape by any objective standard. The young Sith was surprised the burly warrior had any sense for aesthetics, not that it mattered. They weren’t here to remove the mine, but its lowlife occupants. Percy flicked his datapad back on...

“You haven’t?!” Percy feigned annoyance at Sylvie’s lost ID, glancing at the guards with a look that said she did this every weekend. “Well I’m sure these guys don’t think your underage honey” he offered, looking from one bouncer to other as if it anything else would be an outlandish...

0500 | KOROS RIDGE MINE | ATALE | MOON OF EMPRESS TETA Koros Ridge Mine was a relic. A decrepit tower of rusting durasteel and weathered gantries, it was a monument to the early days of space exploration. Among the first generation of ventures by the Mining Guild, the mine was little more...

Arthur Knylenn was something of a surprise. Not his name, age or even his appearance; those had been discoverable enough in Percy’s pre-reading. What he hadn’t quite banked on was the man’s directness. Aristocrats usually preferred pleasantries and vagaries in equal measure. The young Sith...

“Hopefully enough” Percy said in reply, sounding more mysterious than he intended to be. “The Knylenns are the historical rival of the ruling Kuat family” he explained, knowing it was in his interest for Saric to be equally well-informed. “Any opportunity to challenge or outdo the Kuats and...