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The die was cast and the game had been joined. Scourge had chosen his place for meditation in the lower part of the ship. The little astromech was also stationed below, across the way. It beeped indignantly at him, to which Scourge has responded with a lazy kick. Although it missed, the droid kept its distance and only dwooed angrily at him on occasion. How anyone could enjoy the company of such a simple minded machine was beyond him. While he rested, he sent his mind out cautiously. He could easily track Zadiala given he was aware of her force signature. He did not want to be caught spying, however, by any other Jedi who might have chosen th

It was a strange sensation to be back on Tython. There was a sense of non-belonging that twisted her insides when she alighted. The rest of the crew stayed to secure the ship. She thought she could handle a shackled Sith lord. Yet the stares were boring into her. As proud as ever, Zadiala did not meet their eyes. She knew, intellectually, it was Scourge that drew their eyes. Pureblood Sith would never venture here, for their very culture clashed with the ideals of the Republic. A taint was struck in her, however, and she was troubled. She had been taken into the darkside, even if only for a few weeks. It had been easy, like slipping on a pair

There was a shift in the Force. Immediately he rose, his cape whirling around his legs. Lord Scourge had been preparing for this day for many weeks. Servants were made to be under his thumb by promises and threats - and he had long meditated on how to properly make his arguments. There was little doubt there would be suspicion; if there wasn’t, he would be greatly exasperated with the naivete of the Jedi. He had been waiting with great patience, and his nerves were strung tight by this point. He was quite practiced at holding his cards close for decades, however. It had been three centuries of desperate, quiet searching for this one wom