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Now aboard the ship Avare' looked over at his Apprentice, Lupercal Torgaddon. Placing his hands on the yoke he took in a deep breath, letting the darkness that was Korriban fill his very being. Looking out the portside window at the Valley of the Dark Lords they would only return after their mission was accomplished. As the thrusters lifted the ship into the air a sense of ease rushed over the Sith Knight known as Avare' Trucido, a rushing calmness that was filled with an internal hurricane that was rage. If anything should get in the way of their mission, they would surely die, they would surely fall to the hands of either himself or the Acolyte at his side, his greatest Apprentice...