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Melkor was disgusted and did very little to disguise it. There were reasons he preferred his keep on Bal'demnic and shied away from cult gatherings like these. But an order from the Eternal was an order, and Melkor was not going to incur his wrath to snub a few worthless maggots. But he wasn't...

The thin smile on the Muun's face ticked up an inch, revealing a row of jagged teeth. The woman was shrewd and would indeed prove a valuable ally... if she could succeed in this operation. Typically, Melkor liked to test those who might prove to be future allies or apprentices. But Zarine had...

The mirth never left Melkor's slim, eggplant of a face. He could feel the violent anger in his apprentice. The desire to kill the Muun and make him pay for what he had just done. This was good. Apprentices with no ambition were poor apprentices. Useless to the cult. And Masters who hadn't the...

Melkor couldn't read minds, but he could sense feelings and guess at thoughts. He felt the surprise that Kholvar did not show, and the lingering doubt underneath it. He would have made a fine Sith, the Muun thought to himself. Already, he seeks to test his Master's power. As well he should—I...

"Ah, yes, that is always the crux of the matter, isn't it?" Melkor replied with a thin smile. He took the data disk and slipped it into a port on his desk. Immediately, the dark room was illuminated by holographic displays. Various charts, bits of data, and Melkor studied them leisurely while...

"No fire, I'm afraid," the Muun Melkor Damask said peeling his body away from the shadows of the far wall to step into the moonlight. He was holding a simple glow lamp for light. In the pale light of Bal'demnic's moon, the Muun appeared devoid of color—as if something had come and drained it all...

Melkor was pleased with how the duel was progressing. Myr had indeed bore the fruits of his training. As the wave his apprentice rode swelled in front of him to impossible heights, the Muun was temporarily stunned to see his own former Master, Bendak Ko, standing some distance away on another...

Melkor made his lips a flat line. "You still have much to learn, my old apprentice." He turned his elongated skull towards the ground at the base of the landing ramp and closed his eyes. It did not take long to find what he was looking for. "Observe." Only a sharp growl came in answer, and the...

One standard month later— The North Sea of Bal'demnic crashed around them in a stormy froth, but the Muun cultist Melkor Damask looked entirely unfazed. A month prior, he had begun the process of training a new apprentice, Kholvar Varaxes, and today was the day he proved himself worthy of that...

"Excellent." Melkor's voice was flat, but his pleasure was evident. He wore the grin of a triumphant soothsayer. Somewhere in the distance, waves crashed against the island's stony shores, and Melkor added, "Then let us begin." The End

Melkor was patient. An inexperienced warrior might have been trigger happy and fired the moment Myr appeared; but Melkor had learned that it was often the tortoise that beat the hare, so he simply watched and waited for the moment to present itself. The moment came the second Myr leaped from his...

Melkor didn't try to fight the next push. Extinguishing the blade of his lightsaber, he allowed the push to take him clear over the edge of the turbolaser battery and, as he fell, plunged into the Force. He dug deep within him for the fear of death — the fear of plunging into the churning abyss...

Melkor was ready when his apprentice appeared again. Anger wafted off the Devaronian like the stench of a rotting Hutt, building until Myr was forced to unleash it as a blast of power. The Muun was ready for him. Reaching out with his off-hand, Melkor caught the blast, drawing it inward...

Melkor felt it. Faint — a low, electrical buzz beneath the surface — but it was there when the beast focused his fear. The thread he had been following in his meditations. A whisper of the dark side. This being had the Force! Now it all made sense. Why the Hutts so highly prided his abilities...

Melkor attempted to react quickly, switching his new blaster rifle to stun and firing a shot at the nearest stormtrooper, but, as if it was not already clear that these were not real stormtroopers, they proved it when they reacted even faster and actually managed to shoot Melkor's blaster rifle...

The only difference between a dictator and a senator is whether you use the front door or the back one when dropping off the slave girls. The thin smile was back on Melkor's face. His mind was drawn back to a lesson his Master, Bendak Ko, had given him around the middle of their partnership: We...

"Another treasure hunter?" a deep voice asked from behind the young scoundrel. The voice belonged to a Muun wrapped in dark-colored garb, though the hood of his robes were draped behind him exposing his egglike head. "You are much too late to find anything of worth to sell in these old halls...

The smile on Melkor's face faded and he gestured broadly towards the turbolift behind him. Kholvar's thoughts and emotions were bare for the Muun to see, even with his senses restricted, and he could feel the Trianii searching the room for the charge that had warranted his protection. So, Melkor...

"Excellent," the Muun replied, a thin smile briefly appearing like a crack on his egg-like head. Melkor descended the landing ramp ahead of Spectre where he was met by three men wearing rusted old stormtrooper armor. First Order stormtrooper armor, from the looks of it, he thought as the trio...

Melkor was undeniably nimble for alien of his stature. His lightsaber batted away, the Muun slid back a few paces to avoid what he knew would be a counterstrike, which indeed came quickly with the flick of his apprentice's wrist. The red blade sizzled through the air he had occupied only seconds...