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Raven walked through the halls of Korriban's Academy. Nobody dared challenge his presense, nobody dared challenge The Grand Admiral. Only wordless salutes met his coming.
It is time for this to end, reflects Raven. The events of the past years raced through his mind. His first mission in The Sith's service, swearing allegiance at Lord Dire's feet, everything. Out of all the orginal Sith...Dire...Ruinus...Mortis...Lettow...himself, Raven was the only one left. Dire had fallen to Ruinus, and inturn Ruinus gave way to Mortis, and so on. Being the only one left perhaps spoke volumes for The Grand Admiral. But at the same time, it showed his unimportance. Raven had always been the junior member of The Sith. Always. Always he had been thrust to the side, never thought of, never considered. Still, these Sith were not the same he joined. Raven had been promised limitless spoils, infinite power, a great battle to test his tactical prowess. He was given governorship of Geonosis, and the nominal command of The Sith Fleet. A fleet which had seen little to no action. The Sith had become stagnant, never reaching their hand out as they had done under previous Dark Lords. The outside reason was they wanted to wait until their enemies' were at their weakest. The real reason however, was the fact that every time you turned around there was a new Dark Lord. Raven wanted no part of this anymore. It was time to get out.
A large stone door slides open in front of Raven, and he steps inside the room. The door closes behind him. Raven surveyed the man laying down in front of him through his cold eyes. He wondered silently if this were the right thing to do, if it was right to save another from The Sith. Perhaps not. Perhaps the man would yell out, and alert the academy of Raven's plan. No matter, he would cut Primus down if Primus betrayed his secret.
"Get up."
It is time for this to end, reflects Raven. The events of the past years raced through his mind. His first mission in The Sith's service, swearing allegiance at Lord Dire's feet, everything. Out of all the orginal Sith...Dire...Ruinus...Mortis...Lettow...himself, Raven was the only one left. Dire had fallen to Ruinus, and inturn Ruinus gave way to Mortis, and so on. Being the only one left perhaps spoke volumes for The Grand Admiral. But at the same time, it showed his unimportance. Raven had always been the junior member of The Sith. Always. Always he had been thrust to the side, never thought of, never considered. Still, these Sith were not the same he joined. Raven had been promised limitless spoils, infinite power, a great battle to test his tactical prowess. He was given governorship of Geonosis, and the nominal command of The Sith Fleet. A fleet which had seen little to no action. The Sith had become stagnant, never reaching their hand out as they had done under previous Dark Lords. The outside reason was they wanted to wait until their enemies' were at their weakest. The real reason however, was the fact that every time you turned around there was a new Dark Lord. Raven wanted no part of this anymore. It was time to get out.
A large stone door slides open in front of Raven, and he steps inside the room. The door closes behind him. Raven surveyed the man laying down in front of him through his cold eyes. He wondered silently if this were the right thing to do, if it was right to save another from The Sith. Perhaps not. Perhaps the man would yell out, and alert the academy of Raven's plan. No matter, he would cut Primus down if Primus betrayed his secret.
"Get up."