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Swamps of Taris
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Taris--a planet seemingly existing just for the sake of being a dump. As if its natural landscape being endless, humid and dirty, swamps, it was also littered with shipwrecks, acting as a sort of junkyard. Initially, the wrecks had been due to some sort of disaster at some point in its history, but it seemed like many dumped their hunks of durasteel in the swamps just because they could at this point. This was a place as good as any to start the scavenger hunt for the journals Cinere was looking for, and thanks to some information that he'd persuaded an informant to provide him with, he knew just where to begin.

But first, he had to wait. He'd enlisted some help for this journey, mostly due to a need for socialization rather than a legitimate need for help, and said help seemed to be very very close to running late. She had 6 more minutes to arrive before Cinere would turn on his heel and begin the search alone, leaving her to wander through the swamps by herself. She knew his current coordinates, and he'd even gone so far as to rent a swamp speeder from the nearest city for her to use to get there, so any more than that was already taking too much from him.

The Sith idly sat down on a treestump, pulling out a thin cigarra and lighting it with a small burst of flame from his finger. He instantly felt light-headed for a brief second, then recovered. Conjuring flames was extremely taxing, but practice makes perfect, and it was certainly a good skill to work on whenever the opportunity arose. Taking a drag from the cigarra, he admired the land around him, all hanging, mossy trees and murky water.

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Malou had been less-than-pleased when she was sent to Taris to help some marauder with a treasure hunt, but not so much so that she was dreading it. She had become aware of (not met, they'd never spoken) Cinere not long ago, and she was pretty sure her master also aided the man recently as well. On Sembla she'd judged the man as a nobleman obsessed with the idea of his own importance. It seemed that today would be the day she would either be proved right, or entirely wrong.

The acolyte arrived three minutes into the last six he had chosen to give her and stopped several meters out from the coordinates. Considering the hot, humid, and dirty Taris environment, she chose to forgo her armor. She kept the mask-esque piece, but otherwise wore clothing suitable for romping around in swamp water. With her she brought her sabers, and not much else.

She swung her leg over the side and dropped off the speeder, then made her way towards the man she'd come to help. If he brought her in for socialization, he would be disappointed. Unless the man proved to be interesting in one way or another, it was likely Malou would spare him of much conversation for most of the day.

"Where are we off to?"
Malou would ask this as she pulled her thick, curly hair back into a bun over her blindfold. As she did this, her attention was on the area surrounding them in addition to the man before her. She watched him carefully; while she did not believe Artorgias would intentionally send her off to help someone completely untrustworthy, Malou was wary of other Sith. To Cinere, however, Malou was simply facing just to the left of him. Her face, being mostly covered aside from her mouth, had a neutral expression hard to discern.

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So she'd arrived on time. Good for her. Cinere took one last drag of the cigarra and put it out, rubbing it on the heel of his boot and then throwing it down into the water below. The butt of it stuck to the thick, soup-like surface, slowly sinking as if it was in quicksand. Cinere hated swamps. He looked down at the datapad he grabbed from his pocket and then up around them, studying their surroundings.

"27 meters North," he replied, almost pointing toward the direction before realizing his companion was blind. "Just past the treeline behind me."

And so they set forward, trudging through the muck that stuck to their shoes, intent on pulling them off their feet. Cinere waded through it, shin-deep in the nasty greenish water, slime already collecting on his pants. They only walked for a minute before they passed through into the trees, which hung low and draped their leaves so that they had to push through them. He grabbed a knife from a holster on his upper torso and used it to hack away at the flora, which was likely the home of not just hundreds of insects that he did not wish to meet, but also Force-knows how many cultures of bacteria that, considering the whole AMS fiasco, would be better left sinking into the water below.

The roots of the trees seemed to trap said water rather well because, as they went deeper into the forest, it seemed to recede in concentration, the level lowering until they were just stepping on puddles. No sooner had the transition ended that they came into view of a small shuttle, its hull blackened by the ash left behind by its entry into the atmosphere and subsequent crash. He couldn't recognize the model, which made sense considering it was incredibly old. The front of the shuttle had been blown to smithereens, and there was a huge crack in the middle of it, covered by overgrown vines.

Wordlessly, he hacked away at the vines and stepped inside.

"You have any combat experience outside of training?" he asked, both to make conversation and also to gauge how green Caelestis' apprentice was.

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Twenty-seven meters to the north, and yet it took quite a bit of effort for them to trudge through the mud and ick of the swamp. Though she kept her thoughts and frustrations about the matter to herself, she was incredibly disgusted by the environment around them. Malou often complained--internally, of course--of prissy nobles and those would loathed getting their perfectly manicured hands dirty. That being said, she, to a degree, was also in a similar category. When she had first arrived on Exegol, she was less than happy with the living arrangements. Eventually she got over it. The same was likely to happen here.

'Gross.' The mud make a loud slurping sounds as she yanked her leg out of the muck and set it down on what finally seemed to be solid ground. It was then as well that the shuttle appeared not too far away. It was covered in swamp flora of all sorts, muck, and seemed both weathered and damaged. 'Was it shot down?' The lack of any real front to the ship made her believe it had been damaged before it hit the soft ground. Cinere's question distracted her from thinking too hard about it.

"Yes," she answered as she followed behind him. Though the ship was likely much dimmer than the outside world, Malou would not notice. "I helped my master to take Exegol." Killing dozens upon dozens of mutated, grotesques figures was more than training, no? 'It sure didn't feel like it.' The acolyte remembered their first venture into the place, and the showdown between Artorgias and the thing which he fought. Malou had been tasked with keeping the thirty-some beasts off of him. It took everything she had in her, but she succeeded. Malou did not mention Namadii, for the attack which they defended against was staged. All she really had to do was direct someone else to shoot down the "pirate" ships while a Namadiian officer tried to chat with her.

The inside of the shuttle was just as old and damaged as the outside, though just a bit less dirty. The cockpit was pretty much gone from existence, having had sustained so much damaged it was barely recognizable. If there had been a body there, it was probably disintegrated.

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He could tell the Acolyte was less than pleased with the surroundings and their duties today, but Cinere did not comment on it. He knew she'd get over it, and how this was merely a result of her (probably sheltered) upbringing. He'd been trudging through swamps and living under the trees in the forests of Dathomir since he was a child, and had gotten his ass kicked while training with his dad for long before he reached Malou's age. He had matured rather rapidly, but he was deeply grateful for the upbringing and values his parents had instilled within him. Perhaps this wasn't something many Sith could say, but Cinere loved his family more than he loved anything else in the Galaxy. He also knew how vulnerable that made him, so he'd never uttered those words out loud to anyone before.

He had just stepped inside the ship, darkness cloaking him, as Malou divulged a small piece of information that, to her, was likely unimportant. Just an irrelevant remark thrown around as a response to his question, which was perfectly reasonable. She did not know, or perhaps did not care, just how secretive her master had kept their conquest. When the two men had discussed dark force nexuses back on Mustafar, Caelestis had mentioned several he had been to, but not Exegol. This alone signaled to Cinere that this was not information the Sith Lord had wanted him to know, which likely meant he was keeping it tightly under wraps. Malou would probably not realize this, of course.

"Oh, Exegol? So much history," he remarked, casually, as if he knew this information all along. "Sounds like an overwhelming experience." It also showed Cinere that the Acolyte could likely stand her ground in the face of pretty much anything if she had managed to help her Lord take arguably the darkest planet in the Galaxy, just the two of them. And though he would not admit it, Cinere was a bit impressed. Perhaps he had underestimated the girl.

He got to searching, tapping into the Force and feeling out the area around them, his mind scouring through the waves around them. There was darkness on Taris, sure, but not any more than there was on any other average world. However, there was a lot of it around them, which meant they were in the right place.

And then he felt it. A small nudge, like a broken beacon, almost calling out to him from the back of the ship. He turned toward it and strode down the hall.

"This way."

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"Mm."

Her life had become so centered around the cold desert planet that Malou sometimes forgot that it wasn't common knowledge that the old Sith planet had been taken. Perhaps, she had been a bit too eager to do her subtle version of bragging. Regardless, she knew the Sith council knew, and likely the other Sith lords as well.

It was, however, all she had to say about the particular subject. Malou didn't like to talk about her training. The subject was boring. It was the equivalent of her father asking her how her studies were. He didn't actually care (unless they were bad). He just wanted to fill the silence with the sound of his own voice.

The acolyte continued to look around the ship, though to Cinere she would appear to just be standing still a meter from a wall. She too noticed the pull of the Force, though rather than a feeling, hers was visual. Malou followed Cinere, her vision sweeping out in front of them. The hallway went down several meters, and they would pass by several doors before they would reach what Malou could see to be the location of whatever was creating a pull in the Force. She did not relay this to the marauder, though. He seemed to know what he was doing.

As they continued down the hallway, Malou's attention would instead be grabbed by an inscription on the wall. It was written in the ancient Sith language, Ur-Kittât, which Malou noticed only at the last moment. The acolyte stopped to focus on it, letting Cinere push ahead. 'How old is this ship?' She continued to face down the hallway as she slowly deciphered the text, referencing the studies on it she had done via Artorgias' teachings.

'The Council of Seven.' There was more to the inscription, but this was all she could translate at the moment.

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The girl was not very talkative, which was fine by Cinere. He was used to silence, having spent so much time alone until now. There'd be plenty of talking when the war heated up, plenty of diplomacy and scheming with others. He was willing to take any rest he could right now, because he knew one day he would look back on days like these and grow to miss the mundane. Of course, the mundane will pale in comparison with having Jedi blood on his hands, but that was irrelevant.

He pressed on, passing the girl as she stopped, seemingly staring off into the distance. He knew by now that this just meant she was focusing on something, so he left her alone while he searched for the things he came here for. The Sith reached the end of the hallway and was met with a door, which was locked and rusted closed. Coincidentally, this was the exact door he needed to get through, so with a light sigh, he took out his lightsaber.

He ignited the blade, bathing the dark hallway in red light, and thrust the tip into the durasteel door. It wasn't very thick, nowhere close to blast doors, so his lightsaber cut through it like butter, and Cinere made a hole big enough to step through comfortably. The metal melted around the plasma, cooling rapidly and leaving behind little mounds of durasteel on the edges of the opening. He stepped through into what seemed to be a bedroom, with a cot on the right and a small window above it (covered, of course, by vines, ensuring no light got in). There was a shelf with nothing on it and a desk with a few scraps of paper and a map of the galaxy with several markings. He took a look at the map first, noting the worlds that had been circled and the comments around them. None of it made sense, but he knew better than to disregard something like this, so he rolled it up and stuffed it into the bag slung over his shoulder that he'd brought for this occasion.

He moved toward the only other piece of furniture in the room--a metal chest that was tightly shut and locked. Someone valued their privacy.

He turned to look behind him and see whether the Acolyte had joined him again or not.

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The inscription, as Malou began to translate it through memory bit by bit, seemed to be a sort of summary of what the council was. It sat under a pane of glass or hard clear plastic, muting the indentation, and thus making it a bit more difficult for the acolyte to read through Force Sight. Thus, when Cinere looked to see if she would be joining him, she would not have caught up quite yet.

'Council of Seven... numbers... Sith lords?' The more she read, the more vaguely familiar it seemed. 'They rule over... Is this written in present tense?' Malou furrowed her brows under the armored blindfold and made a mental note to look into this "Council of Seven" at a later date. She knew something about this council. It was on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't quite place it.

The sound of a lightsaber coming to life and dying out was heard in the back of her mind, but for the new few minutes Malou continued to try to discern more information from the framed inscription. Unfortunately, her Ur-Kittât was severely lacking.

Malou shook her head and continued on, making her way towards the room she knew Cinere disappeared into. The text remained in the back of her mind, but at this point she figured she would catch up with him. The sound of her boots against the floor of the shuttle would indicate her arrival just before her figure appeared in the doorway.

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When he turned, she was not there, so Cinere just crouched down on one knee and once again grabbed his lightsaber. This time, he was very careful, only cutting the lock with the tip of the blade, and then the very edges so that he was able to lift up the lid and throw it somewhere else.

Luckily for him, the chest did not have more than one layer, and his eyes fell upon a few things. For one, there was a very old fashioned lightsaber hilt inside. He grabbed that first, switching the ignition on and finding that after all this time, it still worked. It likely had belonged to the woman that owned this ship, one of the members of the Council of Seven. He'd done his research.

But he had no use for another lightsaber, truth be told. The one he had was perfectly good, and he held far more attachement to the one he had made himself than he would to one that had belonged to some Sith Lord thousands of years ago. So he turned and handed it to Malou, the Acolyte having arrived by now.

"You can keep this," he declared, then turned back to the chest. "Or sell it, or whatever." No doubt this would confuse the girl, as it would confuse anyone else watching. The Sith did not just give out gifts without reason--without there being something in it for them, a catch. But that was precisely what Cinere had done. He was fully aware that if he did not take it, the lightsaber would likely spend a few thousand more years in the wreckage, probably until some empire came along and blew up the planet. That would have just been lame. He was an utilitarian, if nothing else, and he hated seeing things go to waste.

After a big of rummaging through some clothing, he found it. A tome made of leather, not particularly thick but almost humming with power. He opened it, ruffling a bit through the pages to ensure they were legible and was pleased to find that they were, in fact even printed in clear letters. Cin stuffed it into his bag and stood, fixing his shirt.

"Well, that about does it, I'd s--"

He was interrupted by a growl from the hallway as a silhouette lunged at Malou, likely knocking her over from behind. Cinere reacted instantly, lifting his hand and sending a burst of Force at the figure, sending it flying down the hall and slamming into the wall of the ruined cockpit. He ignited his lightsaber and stepped to the doorway, aware of what had happened.

"Looks like AMS reaches into the most remote of wilderness." If he had anything to say about likely saving Malou's life, he didn't. She'd know regardless.

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Though hidden by her face covering, Malou would indeed be a bit confused as to why he offered her a lightsaber. It did not take her a moment to figure it had been found in the room, but why he chose to give it to her was another story. The acolyte held it in her hand and studied it for a moment before clipping it on the right side of her belt, next to one of her two lightsabers. She had no use for it either, but saw no use in leaving it. It was certainly much more interesting in appearance than her current one, and either way, she had felt the weight of its history in her palms. If she had no use for it, Artorgias would probably be happy to add it to his horde of ancient artifacts.

It was shortly after Malou clipped it to her belt that she noticed a figure enter her field of vision. Malou, due to her Miralukan heritage, saw through the Force. She had a constant view of the area surrounding her. Her vision flooded around corners, sank into the details of surfaces, and distinguished heavily between being of life and objects without it. Even when examining something, she could still see around her. This meant that as the zombie entered the hallway, Malou noticed.

Her hand fell back to her lightsaber, and in the one quick motion she'd come to attribute to muscle memory, unclipped and ignited it as the zombie growled and lunged for her. She rotated towards it, putting her weight on one foot while the other swung around to assume a wide stance. Her one hand brought the saber up in a defensive stance while the other reached for her other saber. The creature would not reach her though, as the burst of Force from Cinere sent the creature tumbling down the hallway before her sabers could cut through it.

"Unfortunately," was her only response. The acolyte ignited her other blade and made her way down the hallway with purpose. Malou had not yet had the misfortune of dealing with those afflicted with the AMS virus. But between the mutants on Exegol and the cyborg creatures on Raxus Prime, what she did have was plenty of experience cutting down mindless, stupid creatures.

"There are-" Malou paused for a moment before she continued. Though she usually kept her awareness to the area just around her to prevent herself from experiencing a sort of sensory overload, she could look out farther if need be. Other than the zombie tossed toward the end of the hallway, there were two more entering, and 'One, two...six, seven...fourteen....sixteen' more lumbering about outside. "-nineteen of them nearby."

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The girl was surprisingly lively, and Cinere had clearly underestimated. Combat-wise, she would make a damn fine Marauder. He wasn't so sure about her intelligence, since she possessed a personality as interesting as the zombies around them, but that was not uncommon among Sith. It was like all the violence got to their brains and started to rot them. Hopefully he was wrong about her, and she was just moody because she was a teenager. Who's to say?

Cinere's mood did not sour as she relayed the information, instead causing a grin to spread across his face. Today would be interesting after all, and bringing a companion had, for once, been a great idea. He wasn't sure whether he'd have been able to take on 20 zombies at once by himself had he been alone, especially if he'd been surprised. Thank the Force for his craving of interpersonal bonds.

"You know the drill, yeah? Don't get bit, don't get scratched and don't drink anything you see around." Any other Sith would have probably not given a shit about her wellbeing, but he had brought her here, and she was still a child. Cinere may have been a dark sider, but he still had a heart--for now.

He stepped out into the hallway first, lightsaber held out defensively in front of his body. A cacophony of growls and moans rose from outside the ship, clearly near the door. The idiotic creatures were forming a kriffing bottleneck without realizing.

Cinere stepped slowly up the hall, heading for the door of the ship. He poked his head around the corner when he reached it, to find five zombies sulking in. When they saw him, they seemed to perk up with renewed energy, and lunged forward. He raised his left hand and sent another Force shove at them.

The Force collided with their bodies, sending one of the zombies falling on its ass outside in the water. Another stumbled back, falling over the first one, but the other three remained unaffected.

Cinere took a step back and readied his lightsaber. They would have to fight their way out of this one.

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There was not much Malou had done other than combat. It was good experience, but hacking and slashing through hordes of mindless creatures became just another task over time. At least this was a different kind of mindless creatures, but it didn't make it any more enjoyable. 'Should I even find this enjoyable?' That sort of question, Malou presumed, would receive wildly different answers from different folks. Her master might say something about it being a means to an end, or a way to challenge yourself against a worthy opponent. Honestly, she wasn't sure what he would say. Though she was a bit more talkative with him, that was not a topic that had come up yet. Someone else, like Xeno or Bir maybe, might tell her combat was fun. 'Something along the lines of crushing my enemies, yada yada.' If someone found combat fun, they might be more inclined to participate in it, and would thus excel quicker. In theory, of course.

Maybe she was just unlucky enough to find conflict around every corner. It was unfortunate, but it has its blessings. It meant Malou was not too disadvantaged in a situation like this. She only had her inexperience and the cramped quarters of this hallway to deal with.

"I'll try not to drink the swamp water." Malou said this as she followed Cinere down the hallway. Though it came out dryly, the absurdity of her words was meant to be taken in jest. The girl did not inherit any charisma from her family.

Slipping to the side of Cinere, Malou paused for a moment to conjure up the heat within her. Anger formed in her chest only to be expelled through the palm of her hand, which appeared as a hot fountain of flame that spiraled towards the three advancing and two fallen zombies before them. It hit the middle one right on, and the flame curved around it as it screeched an inhuman sound and fell to the ground in a pile of burning and festering flesh. While the one was the only zombie to fall from the heat, the four others around it were burned by the flames and the two to either side of the one also caught fire.

Instinctively, Malou held her breath. The air would fill with the rotten and repugnant smell of burning flesh. While the two who remained standing were momentarily distracted by shaking their limbs to dispel the fire, Malou dashed forward. She brought her sabers down vertically across the chest of the one on the left, cutting it from torso to hip. It peeled off to the ground, and the acolyte then ducked in time to avoid a clubbed fist from the one on the right.

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Pyromancy was not an easy feat to pull off, and Cinere slightly narrowed his eyes as Malou let the flames burst from her hands. He knew stories of many an Acolyte who had attempted such a feat, only to be consumed by the flames or dying of exhaustion later. He'd have to keep an eye on her after, because she was sure to feel tired later. He did not want the Acolyte dying under his watch, especially knowing the possible repercussions if Caelestis found out.

She got three zombies out of the way though, and Cinere pumped forward, feet slamming into durasteel as he charged through the doorway, adrenaline and nerves flowing through him freely. The dark side augmented his movements, making him faster, more alert--and more rageful. He swung his blade, cleaving all three of the zombies standing in the doorway with ease, the plasma cutting through their upper bodies with one swipe. The smell of burned flesh assaulted his nose, and the Sith scowled as he dashed forward once more.

There were about 15 infected outside, all slowly congregating on the doorway. It was good that they'd gotten out early, because any later would have meant a bottleneck of nearly two dozen enemies to fight through.

He inhaled sharply and opened himself up to the Force. The dark side gleefully tore through his body, seemingly pouring along with the blood in his veins. He felt the heat under his skin, and his heart burning almost painfully. The Marauder launched himself at a group of five zombies, slashing two in half and jabbing his blade right into the head of another through his face. With a fluid motion, he swiped his wrist and sliced one more that was to his left, the red plasma entering through the enemy's upper right shoulder and exiting through his lower left hip.

He twirled, then pivoted, his foot sending muck flying in front of him, the nasty water spraying onto the shins of the remaining assailants. He elbowed one in the sternum and then brought his blade through its upper torso, once again twisting his body and kicking one in the stomach, then impaling its neck. All of the bodies fell at once, seemingly having suspended in anticipation. Dismembered corpses laid to rest, finally, down on the floor of the swamp, but Cinere was not done.

With a growl, he jumped in the air, a clean front flip putting him in front of ten creatures. Instead of faltering, he held out his lightsaber and then ran alongside them, the blade finding flesh and decapitating the bodies at the waist. All ten fell before they could even reach for him.

He felt on top of the world. He was not even sure anymore if it was the adrenaline flowing through him or the power of the dark side, but he didn't care. Truth be told, Cinere could feel himself losing his grip on control, but he pressed on toward the last 4 in a run, punching his lightsaber into one and then beheading the other. He twisted it through one more body, and remained with a single infected, slowly approaching him but struggling to make its way through the much.

He dashed, and slashed the corpse in a diagonal slice, but didn't stop. He slashed and slashed, again and again, power coursing through his veins. His face was red from the exertion on his body, and his eyes glowed with an amber that had the intensity of a bonfire, his face set in a scowl.

The zombie was just a bunch of tattered strips of burnt flesh when Cinere was done, and he stopped and stood there, staring at it. He could feel himself calm down slowly, and the Sith closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to ground himself. He turned the lightsaber off and stuck it to his belt, then turned to Malou, who was still in the entry. He looked at his crono.

Only 10 seconds had passed.

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As Cinere charged through the doorway, Malou extended two fingers and curled them back around her saber, yanking the zombie which had swung at her toward the acolyte. As the creature was thrown off balance she raised her lightsabers up and crossed them to a form an 'X'. When it fell towards her, she pushed herself forward and forced the sabers apart across the thing's rotting flesh. It slumped to the floor, and Malou turned her attention to the ones she had left to burn earlier. They had been overcome with fire and now they both laid as black corpses on the floor of the crashed shuttle. Crinkling her nose in disgust, the acolyte turned to follow Cinere out.

He had rushed the horde. His lightsaber moved in a blur of bright light as it cut through the remaining of them. Malou watched in something just short of awe as he dispatched of them all in just a handful of seconds. It was times like these that reminded the acolyte that she had much to learn. She had come so far, but she still had so far to go.

The acolyte shifted her weight to one side as the adrenaline subsided, resting for a moment in her stance. Artorgias considered it an important part of her training to master the use of pyrokinesis, so she used it when the opportunity arrived. She couldn't think of a time when she'd used it more than once in a short timeframe, though. It required a certain amount of concentration and control that wasn't always feasible in fast-paced combat. That, and Malou wasn't the biggest fan of using it. It had its uses, but it was too variable for her liking most of the time.

Continuing forward, Malou joined the Sith marauder outside the shuttle. She extended her area of vision, but saw no more of the zombies in the area. Knowing this, Malou clipped her sabers back onto her belt and turned her body to face Cinere.

"You found what you were looking for?" She had seen him take something, but did not know if it was the source of his interest or not. Quietly, she hoped it was, because she was tired of the humid heat and filth of the swamp.

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He inhaled, held the breath, and exhaled. His heartbeat had slowed down just a bit, but his head was still buzzing as if he'd been struck by lightning. He would never forget this day, the first time the dark side used him as a champion and allowed him to tap into it so intimately. The day that the dark side saved his life.

"Yes," he replied simply. "Indeed I have."

There was still a shred of orange in his eyes, still his skin was a tinge paler and a few wrinkles seemed to jump out when he shifted. And yet, his skin seemed to glow.

Cinere turned and began heading for the speeders, wary of his surroundings, hand on his lightsaber hilt just in case they had any more nasty surprises. But for once, he stepped with confidence. Because he knew the Force was with him.

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Malou D'Amaris

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There was something different about Cinere, though Malou could not quite place it. She studied him as they made their way back to the speeders, then as she followed him back to the city, and even for a moment before they split ways to depart. In the end, she decided he looked a bit stronger in outline. The Force was sitting heavier around the man.

The acolyte said her goodbyes then made her leave. Ignoring him for now, she had plenty of other things on her mind. Like figuring out who this lightsaber belonged to, and who the Council of Seven were. 'Time to hit the library,' she thought.

/exit thread

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