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So the woman wouldn't take the Sith's advice? Typical Jedi behavior. Their pride will become their downfall as it has in the past. Though the same could be said to the Sith, whose tactics have only ever cost them the entirety of their order. It didn't mean much to be 'Sith' right now, so why was...

This ghost was far more attached than Morgon had recently believed. It must have been torturous for both of them to be stuck with each for so long. The answer Lujayn gave almost seemed as if she implied that Morgon would be more suitable- but the Anzat had no interest in serving this dead thing...

Morgon had seen enough. The fight was over and so was the dance. The idea of shooting the both of them came to mind, but Cyu was a friend of Ambrosia's and Morgon didn't want to look like he was picking sides. He despised both the Pureblood and the Mandalorian with split personalities. With a...

Morgon was...no longer captivated. Perhaps he set his expectations too high? For some reason, the Anzat was half expecting Count Dooku to stand before them but this nobody of a wraith appeared instead. No matter, there was still much to learn and abuse. Sybella was holding all of this back and...

Ambrosia's smile soothed the whirlwind inside Morgon's head. He smiled back, watching her lead Ervius to the dancefloor. However, the activation of lightsabers caught the Anzat's attention, drawing his gaze to Cremek and Cyu. Hadn't they been been musing each other earlier? Whatever happened...

There it is... Morgon had no interest in the Jedi, but only in the wraith that stalked her. The dark tendrils conversed with her through the Force- Morgon's helmet blocked his view and forced him to see using the Force to better attune to his surroundings. It allowed him to see the oddities like...

"I would like that," Morgon replied with short chuckle. It made sense to Morgon that amplifying his race's manipulation abilities would only make certain projects of his a little easier. Perhaps he could nullify the effect on himself if others tried doing the same to him. Ambrosia was an...

Brave one, wasn't she... Running straight into the illusion wasn't what Morgon expected. Sybella was stronger than she gave herself credit for. Most Jedi would've already panicked and tried to kill Morgon, falling into his trap. But, this Jedi remained level headed and left the cave all to the...

She did not revolt or flee from his sight and she held her hand upon his head. The soft warmth of her hands was enthralling- a drug more powerful than any spice the Pykes could ever conjure. When Morgon was finished glaring at his creation, his eyes found refuge with Ambrosia's. There was a...

Morgon already knew her name, he was just giving her the convenience of knowing his because it was fair. Or at least it seemed fair in the Anzat's eyes. Sybella Demici was a Jedi Knight- for now -and Morgon, a Sith Champion. How could such opposites decide not to murder the other? Quite simply...

So the woman was plagued by a spirit. Alduin knew this woman and now Morgon knew her, too. How often he spoke of her in his memoirs... It was a curious thing, really. Alduin was once a different man- a Jedi, even, but his unholy crusade changed him. Not just his name, but even the way he wrote...

Morgon was thrilled to find that Ambrosia excepted his offer- unlike Cyutadakyr, who wished not to be separated from Ambrosia. Perhaps they were more than friends. It wouldn't be surprising to find that Ambrosia was already taken in to a relationship given her looks and manners. However, pride...

"He tried to kill me, but failed." Morgon replied coolly. "It was a very similar situation to the one we are in now. Except, I would be you, and you would be him, hmhm." The Anzat chuckled darkly as recalled the memory where the Sith-Hunter had given up so many interesting secrets that only...

Morgon narrowed his voided eyes from behind his mask when Cremek joined them. Did the other Champion not understand how to participate in conversation? For someone who allegedly enjoyed learning, he seemed too stuck on himself to further that knowledge. Or perhaps it was just the fact that...

Seeing as Morgon's conversation was becoming very one sided, the Champion left the woman to watch the crowd by herself. Instead, Morgon found himself watching a Sith Pureblood dance with an Arkanian Offshoot- such contrasting complexions and backgrounds no doubt, and yet here they both were. The...

"Indubitably," Morgon bowed his head towards the Nightbrother after taking the blaster. The breathing apparatus gave his voice a bit more of a robotically sounding menace. His natural voice was just deep, guttural, and distorted already so using a voice scrambler would've had a more opposite...

"Set aside your more than unfriendly desires with me and I shall ponder about it." Morgon retorted from the dark. There was a name she uttered that Morgon heard clearly- was it the name of Alduin? Was she somehow connected as he suspected? What was this red mist that followed her like a sick...

There she was, in full view at last to the Anzat Nightbrother. When the woman reached for her lightsaber, it became apparent that this was a Jedi or likeminded individual who despised Sith all the same. However, the red loud that soon swarmed her gave him another impression. His murderous smile...

"Alduin hunts my people- successfully -unlike you, aha!" Morgon scoffed, listening carefully to the voice of a woman who had been stalking him. "Show yourself, Madam, and I may reveal more..." He inquired, smiling crudely yet again, deactivating his lightsaber to let the darkness consume him yet...

Seeds of Influence H E A D I N T H E C L O U D S The orders were simple. Take Bespin for the Sith while avoiding being noticed as a Sith. For most that would've been easy, but hiding the scars all over Morgon's body was difficult. So, he wore a love sleeve black button up shirt with...