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The silence of the stars was deafening. The darkness of the void was akin to drowning beneath dark waves. The hiss of the shuttle appears to be the Sith's only companion in these final and fleeting moments of lucidity. All that he felt was rage, an uncontrolled and burning fury akin to the...

He knows this void. He knows this sensation of cold, and this choking darkness. He knows the aching of corruption crawling beneath his skin. But perhaps more than anything, he recognizes the feeling of falling. A sickness creeps through his veins to crystallize within his thoughts. For a time...

The Kel'dor wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but what he did know was simple enough. Altair had been injured, and quite badly at that. Ever since that barbaric Zabrak, Draugr, had taken it upon himself to kill Sol's mutant rat, the Kel'dor had been working on a replacement. Not through...

The shuttle is quiet as the Kel'dor pilots it into the atmosphere with a quiet hiss of it's engines. Sol had been careful to avoid gathering too much attention as they sliced through Free Worlds space with little regard for the fact that the presence of Sith was unwelcome. The Kel'dor had no...

The south was expanding, and with it, Sol's power-base. But one prize in particular was greater than the others, a gem disguised as a lump of dark coal, a world of ancient history and powerful ties to the force. Dagobah. The Kel'dor had been here once before, and had left with the inkling of an...

Sol wasn't exactly a public figure, nor was a he famous, but nonetheless, the holonet would soon know his face, along with any across the galaxy that decided to listen. The Kel'dor flickered to life for all to see. There's only a few moments of quiet before the Sith Master began to speak, vocals...

The last time he had spoken with Jasnah, Sol had just been presented with an incredible opportunity. Ashla had provided him with the Joiner aerosols secured from the Korriban attack, and Sol had, through much trial and error, synthesized a stable mixture of the foaming poison that he intended to...

Shu-Torun. Years ago, it had been brought of it's knees, nearly destroyed and it's civilization wiped from it's surface. On such an inhospitable world, such a thing wasn't all that difficult to do. It had taken quite some time to repair The Spike, the source of the world's infrastructure, and...

Raxus. It wasn't his first time on the planet, and it wasn't likely to be his last. Sol enjoyed the weather, the people, and the landscape. The world was admittedly quite beautiful, a far cry from Dorin, to be sure. The shuttle reaches the space-port of the grand capital city without much issue...

The ambience of Korriban had changed. The invasion of the Killiks seemed to have left it's scars, and now the temple itself was guarded more heavily than Sol had ever seen it. Upon every corner, there were eyes, a grim face, and the scars of ruin that the Insectoids had carved across sand and...

Quite some time had passed since Kyo first began to poke his fingers into the inky depths of the dark side. Sol had been ever present, even when he was merely watching his prisoner, a looming and choking figure that demanded submission. Through cold guidance, the Kel'dor had worked to pull the...

Uvena Prime. It was a world shrouded in ancient forests and gothic architecture. It's people were monstrous, all fangs and claws and thick muscle, lupine in appearance and far less friendly than most. The Kel'dor supposed that it was inevitable that the mostly isolationist Shistavanen population...

It was misty, the atmosphere buzzing with electricity. The jungle was an ominous and looming maw, a shadowy embrace of murk and undergrowth, blanketed by the rolling fog. Sol had yet to get his new laboratory started, and so it was here that he returned, the stone ritual circle still untouched...

The alter was right where he had left it a few weeks ago. Within the twisted grove deep within the wet jungle of Dromund Kaas, a makeshift ritual circle had been drawn from crude rock. The alter itself was sturdy, formed by bare hand, and still stained with the blood of the Kel'dor's first...

Raxus was behind him. The jedi exile that the Kel'dor had so cruelly captured had been transported to the only place Sol really had that was secure, and perhaps more importantly, well hidden. Rain battered the humid planet of Dromund Kaas, and even in the stronghold, hidden beneath the ground...

Snow. It is dazzling as it glitters beneath the sky, a pale expanse of frigid wasteland, where only the occasional evergreen poked through the glistening ice. A frozen lake glowed in the distance, a clouded sky offering only some reprieve against the brilliance of the wintry landscape. Towering...

In the midst of the chaos caused by the return of the Killiks, it seemed that sense of peace had shattered like the crashing of a stone through a still pond. Serenity crushed and security obliterated, all sense of safety and normalcy had been leeched from the galaxy. The Empire seemed no...

Rain battered earth, churning mist into the biting, stormy air. The swamp whispered through gnarled trees, tales of shadow lurking within the murk. Boots are heavy in the mud, steady and precise even as roots and pools snagged ruthlessly at the black cloth of tattered robes. There was no...

The sands were hot, and the skies burned. Korriban was a world of ancient secrets, and the atmosphere whispered with dark winds. Shadowed by the stone arena, dust lingered within heated air as boots left quiet prints into earth. Statues rose like looming spectators, and tattered red banners...

It seemed that weeks had passed with nothing but whispers uttered upon alcohol scented breath. Through the sky-slums of Nar Shaddaa had he lurked like a predator in the dark, each step closer than the last. It was Sol's smuggler contact, Iroh, that had made the connection, that had reached...