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The blade was pulled from the captain's hand as it was sheathed quickly after. Ender grabbed the back of the man's collar and lifted him up from the table and held him up so that he wouldn't fall. The captain held onto his injured hand as it bled freely and resulting in him just going along with what the Legionnaire told him. We're on our way. When the two stepped out of the hallway, he found Mardos engaged with the Jedi and another Ranger that decided to make an appearance.

The newcomer stood next to the Twi'lek and while Ender would have brought them both, time wasn't on their side any longer and they needed to get their message out. While the Ranger dealt with Windrider, he would use the force to drag the barely conscious Twi'lek to him. Hopefully, Windrider could occupy Jon's attention enough. The Twi'lek stopped right at his feet and he picked her up as well and pushed his two hostages toward the conference room.

He arrived shortly and found Shor standing there with another Ranger and Ender gave him a nod. The Twi'lek was pushed to the side as he pressed the captain into the door, "Open it." The captain stared at the two Sith for a second before he eventually listened and swiped his keycard over the scanner. It gave a click and opened a second after, letting him step through with the captain still held in front of him as a hostage. Bring the Rangers. The conference room wasn't anything special, it was just a stage with a podium in the center and rows of chairs lined in the front but it had the Ranger's symbol nailed into the wall above it.

The emergency lights were still on and there was a woman in the control room. When she saw the group enter, she let out a scream but Ender drew out his sword and aimed right at her. "Sit. Down." It made her shut up quickly as she listened and sat herself down in the chair, trails of sweat forming across her forehead. When she sat down, Ender sheathed his blade before handing the captain over to Shor, "Line them up on the stage if you would. Once you're done with that, make sure no one interrupts." He turned his attention back to the woman who was still sitting there, mute the entire time, "You're going to be my helper."
 

Sin Windrider

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Balal had just left the ground when he noticed the barrels over the rails of the steps. By the time the first shot hit him square, the cultist was roughly six feet in the air. The second hit struck him in near the same spot. Both would hit near center of his chest. The cultist was fortunate however, his armor, what little was truly that, consisted of a blast vest. He shots would hurt like the force being ripped away from his body, but he would live.

However the shots would stop him mid air. The fear struck him, forgetting his luck of his armor. Naturally reaching to hold on to something, Balal reached out with the shadow, the invisible claw closed around the collar of the Ranger's jacket and shirt. As the cultist fell, he pulled the Ranger down with him. Head first. Balal would land on his feet just before landing flat on his back. The wind knock out of him, his sword cast aside.

Fear, anger, and rage filled him. Balal slowly got to his feet as the Ranger likely came crashing down near him. Even if he didn't the Knight was done with the little games and hiding from the galaxy. Rage would then overwrite reason. With his left hand he reached down for his weapon. The saber hilt, black as the void of space. With a flick of his thumb, a blood red blade extended from the hilt. Pulsing and crackling with the appearance of instability, and nearly a meter in length.

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The Jedi was not troubled by Mardos' presence. Instead the Knight of Ren could only sense the Jedi's resolve grow stronger as he charged. There was no fear in the Jedi. Not yet.

Holding the Shadow close, Mardos held his ground as the Jedi rushed him. With a violent wave of his hand, the office chair would veer away from the Knight of Ren before it could hit him, clattering to the floor.

Gripping his glaive tight in one hand, Mardos thrust with the blade as the path between him and the Jedi cleared. If the charging Jedi continued to rush him he would quickly find a blade through his chest before he could reach the Knight of Ren with his saber.

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Jon Halleck

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Jon was no stranger to combat, over the years having been involved in more than his share of fights and life threatening situations. But what the masked man did as his shots hit him left him shocked nonetheless. He had thought that the intruders might be more of the unJedi that Trys had been investigating, but when he found himself be pulled forward as if by magic, he got a confirmation that left him more than a little shocked. He had no time to react to, or even notice, the Ranger that got dragged away from under his feet, he didn't even have time to react to the pull that sent him flying.

But he was still a seasoned professional, and while he might have been caught off guard, he had been trained to compartmentalize and prioritize. He would come to terms with what had happened later, right now he had to come to terms with the situation he found himself in, lest he find himself in a similar situation as his Twi'lek friend. Flying forward headfirst, he had no time to aim, or think, he acted in instinct. Pointing the blaster in his right hand as far up as he could, he fired off the grappling hook attachment, the think strand of cable flying straight up and covering the short distance to the roof almost immediately. Thankfully he wasn't too late as he was suddenly jerked up and almost let go of the gun immediately as his shoulder popped out of its joint because of the sudden change in motion.

But hold on he did, for a moment or two, in which time he was able to gain some upward momentum so that when the gun slipped out of his hand out of simple pain, he was flying in an arc above the masked figure to crash to the ground about ten meters behind him. It was pure luck that he had managed to hold onto his other blaster, as he saw stars upon impact and his vision went dark for a few moments.

By the time his vision cleared, and he managed to push himself to his knees with his good hand, the sight in front of him sent shivers down his spine. He had never seen it in his life, had only ever heard about it, but even after a hundred years after one was last seen, he still knew what a red lightsaber meant. With the room already tinged red by the emergency light, the entire chamber seemed to be painted red by the lightsaber.

Jon could only chuckle, realizing that he was most probably a dead man, when a door off to the side opened up and two figures came charging in. It was the young uniformed officer, the one he had ordered to get word out, accompanied by another in full riot gear. They barely spared him a glance, the red lightsaber drawing their attention like a black hole sucking in a rogue asteroid that dared to venture to close.

They charged, and Jon saw it play out almost in slow motion. All he could do was croak out a pained warning as they rushed the masked figure, knowing what would happen even before it did.

"No! Run you fools!"

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Shorkattatha

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Shor seemed to be doing a lot of waiting and listening to distant blaster fire so far today. He was beginning to considering joining in when meat leader showed up dragging a fearful man dressed in more sparkly bits than the other ones. The tall Wookiee loomed over the man as he unlocked the conference room, picking up his own captive ranger off the surface he'd placed her on and heading inside. He snorted dismissively at the cowardly woman leader meat had quickly shut up with threads of violence, grasping hold of the captain by the back of his clothing and hefting him up to the stage.

With little care he placed them both on the stage, one stunned and unconscious and the other shivering in his overly adorned uniform. He leaned over to the captain, getting in his face with bared teeth and pointed firmly at where he was sitting
. "Do not move." the synthetic voice of his translator rumbled out before he turned around, placing his weaponry back in its proper places, vibrosword in his right hand.

He marched himself back to the entrance of the room, peaking out rifle first down the corridor. He could clearly sense several corridors away the contest between horned meat and some lightsider, as well as pale meat's struggle with whatever it was he was dealing with. His thoughts on the matter were interrupted by a pair of security officers running own the corridor and turning the corridor sharply, yelling something about 'Jedi' and 'backup' and 'getting a signal out.'

A monstrous roar was the first sign they had made a wrong turn, and the second was the firstmost guard receiving a forward stepping front kick to the chest that impacted with a loud cra-thump. Shor stepped into the kick, following through by swinging his vibrosword diagonally downwards into the second officer who'd been just a little too preoccupied with his suddenly airborne companion. The blade buried itself in the man's shoulder, slicing nearly to the opposite hip. With a dismissive growl the Wookiee yanked the bloody blade from the body, walked over to the first man, who was presently in the middle of gasping for air due to his shattered breastbone, and grabbed him firmly by the ankle.

With a twist of his hips and shoulders he wielded the man like a particularly large hammer, slamming him several times against the walls, ceiling, and floor, fully aware there were certainly cameras recording it. After a few seconds he got bored of it and dropped the probably-dead man, giving the body a firm stab with his vibrosword for good measure.

Shor rather liked his new job.


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Saul Devan

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Saul didn't let up his charge as the Knight tossed aside his projectile and instead thrust forward with their glaive. However, as Saul finished crossing the distance, drawing close he pushed off his back foot and pivoted to the outside of the glaive.

With his free hand he pushed at the glaive's pole away from him, and with the hand that held his lightsaber he drove a short, sharp cut right at the Knights shoulder to try and disable their arm.

With his already built up speed from charging he'd be moving fast when he approached, and with the glaive now in between he and his enemy the Knight would find it difficult to try and strike at Saul with any skill. Equally, his arm movements were small with the lightsaber, not having to put much weight behind it at this point (and given the cutting power of a lightsaber) to do damange, which would leave precious few moments to avoid the strike.


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Sin Windrider

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Balal was still on a knee, trying to rise to his feet. Saber activated, he watched the ranger save himself. Only to snap upward and quickly swing over him. Like bait on a hook. The Ranger swung over kicking his boots, while the knight looked on. Waiting for his prey to slip or fall.

The Ranger would swing over and behind him, and his gaze followed. Turning on a credit as the gunslinger landed what would of been behind him. As Balal came to face his prey, he twirled the blade in his hand once. He was not just showboating, but buying his time. Allowing the shadow to recover within him. As he had been using the ren with wild abandon or care. When the ranger's vision started to clear, the knight's power was recovered.

As the ranger chuckled, embracing what was surely to be his end. Balal match him, the voice scrambler reverberating a mechanical warped noise that sounding like something out of the other man's nightmares. When suddenly two more guards or perhaps local police charged into the room. Both pulling weapons as they took notice of the red blade leading the blinking emergency lights.

The officer was quicker, his adrenaline pumping fear and hot fire into his body. His blaster pistol firing once, twice, three times. The riot geared fool following with what seemed to be a kind of club or short staff. Balal took a long breath. Then went to work. His blade a flash of movement as he marched forward to the charging men. The knight batted the first two shots away and sent the third directed at the young officer. The shot hitting him in the chest before he could dodge his own bolt.

The man in riot gear was next. Not built for defending from saber attack the man stood no chance. Balal would use the shadow to grab and hold the man's weapon arm, then cut it off him at the elbow. Another swing and he took the leg from him on the same side. Letting the man fall as the knight continued him march.

The other cultist wanted to send a message, the knight was going to send one here now. "I am Balal Ren. Knight of Ren, remember it ranger. For I am the man who is about to take both of your hands from you." With that he reached out with the shadow, still about six meters away, and closed an invisible claw around the rangers throat. Through his speech and his force choke of the ranger he kept his red blade before him. Keeping his guard up against the wily prey.

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Ender Halcyn

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The woman remained behind the control console as sweat poured down her face. She slid sliders into position and flipped switches as different screens powered on. Light fixtures around the room began to hum with electricity and a red light on a camera nearby blinked and indicated that it was ready to record. From where Ender stood, he gave a nod to the woman through the glass and she slowly pressed the button to begin the broadcast.

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Holos in the station and households in the sector would flick on as they would across other police stations when the emergency tone abruptly pierced any sound that tried to combat it. Two words appeared on the screen and slid in and out of the frame, EMERGENCY BROADCAST. When the sound finally ceased and the words cut away, it revealed a room that was lit red in the background in certain sections. It illuminated the room enough for the podium in the front and the Ranger's symbol and Police crest hung proudly there and were visible to anyone who watched. There was a man that stood behind the podium, his black clothes almost making him disappear in the darkness but his eyes shone a stark and deep gold, reflecting the red lights and made him stand out. "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening." The entire was thing was a mockery.

"Rangers have claimed we are terrorists and criminals that deserve the full justice of the law and that they are barely able to discern the difference between us and the Jedi. Despite this, they are seen working together, Rangers using them for their benefit or as guard dogs. Even now as I speak, one is outside of these doors attempting to stop this broadcast. If they are lying about this, what else could they be lying about? What do they let the Jedi slip away with in return for their service?"To illustrate his point, the sound of blaster fire and screaming could be heard outside of the frame before the footage was pulled up of a Jedi entering the building and activating his lightsaber from a security camera. "Let me help clear the confusion. There is no difference between us, where do you believe we came from? We are cut from the same cloth but the Rangers choose to ignore that."

"I wish to reiterate what was said by those very ones we expect to solemnly uphold their sacred code. No one is above the law. Well, I will show you us upholding ours."
Ender pushed the podium over with his hand and bright lights flicked on. On the feed, it showed the captain on his knees in front of two Rangers on their knees as well. All of them looked terrible and seemed to be suspended where they were as they had no restraints on them. The Sith stepped by one of the Rangers and he would visibly shake with his veins becoming pronounced but was still chained to the ground by an invisible force. Ender was completely revealed in the light but the only thing actually visible of him was the slit for his eyes that still glowed their stark gold. "Justice must be served."

He drew out his vibro-sword as both Rangers simultaneously leaned forward with their necks extended. They struggled even worse and shook until their faces were red but they were too weak to resist. Ender put the blade beneath their throats and took a few steps, the sound of flesh being torn and gurgling echoing in the feed. He stopped behind the Captain and grabbed the front of his hair and lifted his face up so he stared into the camera. "Trys Aran, you have declared war on us. Here is our declaration to you and to any Jedi that chooses to balance their fate for the precious Rangers." The Captain closed his eyes as he accepted his own fate and knew what was next.

Ender placed the blade in front of his throat before he slammed his knee into the man's spine and yanked the weapon back. There was a squelch before a thud could be heard and he held up the head of the Captain directly in front of the camera. "You cannot run from us. You cannot hide from us. You cannot fight us." The lights shut off, illuminating the room once again in the emergency light as the only thing visible was his yellow eyes, "We are coming." The feed cut off then and left any holos affected with a black screen.


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When the feed ended, Ender dropped the head of the captain on the floor before sheathing his blade. What he said wasn't completely true but it would spread like wildfire and the word would reach the Rangers and start to plant doubts in people's heads. He reached out in the force immediately as he made his way to the door, knowing everyone inside the station saw his message and that it ended, It's time to leave.

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Mardos was a skilled fighter with a polearm like his glaive even before his induction into the Sith Eternal and the Legions of Lettow, and the weapon was quite versatile on the offensive as well as the defensive. Drawing the blade of his glaive back as the Jedi slapped it inwards, Mardos twisted his wrist to dip the blade as his free hand reached over to grasp the haft of the polearm. The cortosis-lined shaft would catch the Jedi's blade coming at his shoulder before it could wound him, the blade's heat brushing his clothes before it would be pushed away with a shove of Mardos' off hand.

With a pivot and a switch of his grip with his right hand, Mardos would gain some distance on the Jedi while executing a close wicked underhand slash in one fluid motion, his blade now positioned below the Jedi's guard in a double underhand grip to move like a staff as he brought the butt end of the glaive over his head. The buzzing glaive would slash across the Jedi's thigh, his momentum from attacking on the run leaving him with little room to maneuver.

While Mardos kept the Jedi busy, the Kage disguised cultist would have ample time to carry out his goals, broadcasting a message on the emergency channel. Mardos was well aware that it would soon be time to leave, and he was not surprised when Ender's voice echoed in his head, letting him know that he had to make things quick with the Jedi.

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The big wookiee watched the proceedings with some amusement, understanding how much valuable fear and confusion had in disorienting one's prey. He did still keep his eye on the corridor though, senses sharp for more guards or rangers, though he suspected the building was beginning to run a little short on officers by this point. Through the Force he could tell the other two were still fighting during the broadcast, and although he had been advised not to insert himself in their fights, Shor was more than ready to hasten the end of any duel should it be required. Live capture of any Ren or cultists would make this show of force much less valuable for them, after all.

His senses honed in on the duel between the Jedi and the horned meat with the glaive, trying to gauge how well it was going. He was ready to leave, but would happily take a detour to make sure none of them were left behind or dragged off to become a prisoner. He shifted the weight of his vibroblade to his right shoulder and drew his E-11D with the other hand, waiting to see what happened in the next few moments before he made a decision. Should horned meat be well enough on his own, Shor would simply follow the leader out.
 

Saul Devan

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As holoscreens lit up across the station, the room of their duel became suddenly brighter and grimmer all at once. The mocking voice of the Knight of Ren on screen echoed through the room as his speech bounced across from every corner of the office. It was horrific, but it was blunt, a true announcement to the world of who they were. For all their investigating the Knights at least had shown themselves in particularly dramatic fashion. Though still part of him knew there was more to this than met the eye. When he got out of here there would be more to look into yet.

If, if he got out of here.

For all its attention stealing thunder Saul could pay no attention to the broadcast now, locked in battle as he was.

As Mardos moved to whirl his glaive around, spinning it over and under to make space and cut at his thigh, Saul's empty hand emitted a short burst of kinetic energy, a force push that would throw his enemy back just enough to see the blade swing clean away from him, at most leaving him with a short cut across his leg, nothing that would harm him much.

Simultaneously his lightsaber wielding left hand, that had been pushed back from its initial attack by the glaive's shaft, whipping around in a strike that would move out and in back to cut at Mardos' right thigh. Hopefully having just changed grip and being Force pushed as he did so would keep him off balance to try and block or counter, both hands on the glaive as they were.

It would not be long until the rest of the Knights showed up, and he did not like his odds against the team that had done all this.

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Jon Halleck

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Jon watched helplessly as the two men charged the masked man, and could do nothing as they fell. An anger burned within him, anger at the man for his actions, anger at himself for not being able to stop him, and anger at the uniform for not following his order and getting out.

As the armored figure completed his mutilation of the armored officer, Jon slowly, and painfully, pushed himself to his feet. His right hand was on fire, the pain threatening to make him pass out. He was just barely holding on, his surviving blaster having slipped out his hand. He stood up, facing the masked figure down, left hand raised to hold his injured shoulder. That was when he felt an invisible force grab hold of him, making it hard to breath as he felt his throat beginning to crush under a grip he could not see. Prepared to die, he wasn't going to give them the pleasure of seeing him beg. He would go out with his head held high.

"I don't care." He said through gritted teeth once the masked figure was done speaking, using almost all his strength to get the words out, "Let's get this over with."

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Mardos was only a little bit disappointed, his bout with the Jedi briefer than he had hoped it would be. His heart pounded with the exhilaration of the fight, spurred from his earlier slaughter. But unfortunately it was time for the Knight of Ren to make his exit.

The Jedi's force blast forced Mardos to take a step back, his blade barely skimming the surface of the Jedi's thigh. The wound was shallow but would no doubt begin to bleed quite visibly in a moment. The blade of his glaive moving left-to-right was already on its way to cover his right thigh, allowing Mardos to block the Jedi's follow up attack on his leg.

As the bladed end of his glaive blocked the Jedi's attack, Mardos would use the opportunity to strike with the butt end of the glaive's haft. Stepping in with his left foot and riving the pole forward as the Jedi's blade slid harmlessly off his glaive's blade, Mardos would strike the Jedi square in the nose with the bludgeoning end. A hard and fast strike that would hopefully break the Jedi's nose, leaving him bloodied and momentarily dazed.

Mardos followed up his attack with a force push of his own. The shadow swirling within him as he thrust out his left hand and channeled its power at the Jedi. The push powerful enough to send the Jedi flying back, Mardos would keep his glaive ready in his right hand, just in case.

"Until next time Jedi." The digitized voice of the Knight of Ren echoing in the red lit room as he gave the Jedi a mocking salute. Spotting Shorkattatha, Mardos hurried over to the wookiee, a hungry grin plastered under his helmet. "Hey big guy, lets go find something else to burn."

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The black and silver cloaked figure of Balal walked to withing striking distance of the human. His rage now subsiding as the fighting was nearing the end. The Echani could feel the suffering and death all around them. He could sense the fear from the few left alive. But not this man. Even griped by power he could not possibly understand, his life slowly slipping from him. He looked death, looked the knight in the eyes. Or rather in the visor, and fought with his last breath.

The human wouldn't see it. But the Echani would smile under his helmet. Then instead of taking the man's arms as promised. Balal changed his mind. With a flick of his thumb he extinguished the blade. His hilt still in hand, he pressed the red hot emitter into the top of the hand that the ranger was using to holding the injured shoulder. Effectively branding him.

"For my chest wound." He told the ranger, then cast him like trash over his shoulder and next two the dead and dying. "I'll see you soon. Jon." He warned. As he the knight quickly slipped back out of the station the way he had come.

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The bash against his face hurt. All his pores stung in pain as the butt of the glaive smacked into his face and he fell back on his rear foot.

From where he stood he could see through the back of the office the figure of another one of the Knights, a towering physical figure of a wookie or some such, who had weapons trained on him even now. His odds were looking worse by the second, and that was before the force push met his body and threw him back against the wall, before he slid down to the floor.

The mocking words of the Knight rang in his ears as they began to leave, and hurt though he was, he couldn’t just let him walk from all the pain they’d caused today, all the suffering.

Gathering the Force to himself Saul grabbed onto Mardos’ rear leg as he walked to meet Shorkattatha, tearing it backwards to send him crashing to the ground. He’d fall with a crash, and smacking into the metal of the helmet would give him an injury much like Saul’s own.

Pushing himself onward, he heaved himself back to his feet, reigniting his blade once more. He doubted he could take both of them now, but he was damned if he’d let them go until he could fight no longer.

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Ender reached the doors of the conference room but before he left he turned his head to still find the woman sitting there and staring at him. He stared back but he eventually gave her a nod, "You did well." With that, he opened the door and let her just sit there in shock. She didn't stand in the way and he didn't need to waste the energy. He exited from the conference room and down the hall to enter into the main room where the fighting was taking place.

The Ren were about to leave, Mardos and Shor heading for the door but being prevented once again by the Jedi. As Mardos would be tripped by the Jedi, he would be quickly caught by the force from Ender and brought back to his feet smoothly to prevent injury. He joined the picture physically then and jumped from the top level and down to the bottom, landing next to the two Ren as he stood up and flicked his golden gaze over to the Jedi that still wanted to fight. He would have happily obliged but the broadcast was out now, the galaxy has seen it and that meant a lot of forces were on their way and every second was just a waste they spent here. He spoke through the force to the Jedi, Your fate will come soon enough.

With the remaining force reserves he had, Ender built it around himself before expending the energy into a massive force push that would him exerted. Not only would he have to deal with the blast but tables caught in it would be flung toward his direction too amongst other items. He suspected it would barely hit the Jedi if at all but it wouldn't cause a distraction and eat up his time to give them an opportunity to leave. Ender immediately walked out, stumbling for a second as he expended his energy before straightening himself and pushing on. "Let's go." He exited with the rest of the Ren from the building, leaving the scene and letting the chaos that unfolded be discovered by the rest of the galaxy.

 
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Shor gathered his own strength, thrust a hand forward and channeled his rage, adding a good bit of additional Force to Ender's push against the Jedi. He would like to fight, but it was time to leave. Perhaps next time.

Without a word he would follow the rest of them out, wary for any attempt by the Jedi to stop them in some fashion but doing nothing otherwise. The slaughter had been a fun distraction and a message had been sent out regarding the Knights of Ren, which was apparently their objective. Shor didn't really see the point of it unless they were just trying to draw more attention to themselves, but that didn't matter in the end.

After all, more enemies would mean more fighting and killing for Shor, and more skins to line his ship and chambers. Let the small meats come. Perhaps he would even be able to hunt down and capture this 'Trys Aran' character and drag her before the Eternal himself if she were to be drawn into the fighting.


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