Ahh.. yavin.. a safe place for Cremek, a place cremek could lick his wounds, research his newest findings, and just get away from his stressful duties in turn of working on his saber style, his so called "wraith form" or "constrictor form", heavily inspired by juyo, this form focused on locking down and countering an opponent with both the force and ones own foot work, and slowly wearing them down. He had remembered when he had fought on nal-hutta, and his.. ally, called out the oldness of his stance, this form he had been working on was in its fledgeling steps back then.. but it had been proven effective enough that cremek had continued to perfect it, hammering out the kinks, the wounds he had suffered on korriban hurt still, but they were mostly healed, he felt the cut, it would probably scar, but hey, it was a well fought battle, little to complain about, but the words the huntsman said still echoed.
"You are not sith.."
How? How was he not? Everything he did was for the order, to insure it's survival, and to honor it, was it because he saw through the illusion of rage and hate and focused on passion and knowledge, the original path of his order, instead that made him a false sith?.. he strikes the dummy, before putting his training blade away, on the table. Why couldn't people accept that evil was relative?..
Marian kept her mouth shut, for once, which was a welcome break from her, but when she would choose to speak, it would be nonstop about him perhaps renouncing the sith order. Which made cremek feel sick even thinking about, he had been with the sith since he was nine years old, they were his house, well, as close as one could get for the mandalorian.
but the sith had lost their way recently... they had forgotten what being a sith truly meant... pursuing one's goal with not just one's rage, but passion, regardless of it was "good" or "evil" emotions.. his loyalty lied to the idea of the sith.. but to betray that idea?.. That was almost too much for him.. but.. he guessed in order to truly help the sith, he would need to pull it out by the roots... wipe the slate clean.. but how.. no, of course he would not work with jedi, they would use it as an excuse to commit more genocide.. he pondered his map on his table, then his grimoire..
"There has to be a way to help my order find its way.."
