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He tried. He really did.
He watched one man single-handedly take over the galaxy. But still he denied it. He was forced to flee back to his home in the farthest corner of the galaxy. Yet he continued to wear the Jedi code like a security blanket. When the noble Jitarn embraced the darkness and ultimately died by his hand, he punished himself with self-exile.
And what did it get him? A lifetime lost. His people and the CSA Espos in perpetual stalemate. A sentient out of time. An outcast.
A Nova-Drive EX-31 Cruiser approached the Sith Empire training complex, the friend-foe transponder returning the name Djreeshan's Legacy to any security that pinged it. Finding this location wasn't easy, but months of tracking Sith initiates finally revealed the contact point for those who wished to join.
Drin Kizael grinned as the ship made its descent to the duracrete tarmac. Through the viewport he could see security converging around the landing pad entrance like mynocks on a crashed freighter. They must have run a crosscheck on the name Djreeshan.
Kizael was out of his seat before the ship had completely touched down. He ran toward the cargo hold, hitting the ramp release as he passed.
Blaster fire peppered the ramp as it lowered, but soon stopped when the realization hit the guards that no one was on it.
Suddenly a blur of orange fur erupted from the back of the cruiser. Two guards who had the wits to turn in time were immediately downed by a flying vibro baton to the head. The area lit up crimnson as the blur closed in at blinding speed.
The orange and white streak materialized in the midst of the guards. The 2.1 meter Trianii roared, whirling a force staff in one hand and slashing with the viscious claws of the other.
It was over in seconds. He considered some would see the fact that he left them alive suggestive of some deception ... but it would be hard to imagine the Sith being in a giving mood after forcing them to replace costly security guards.
Security seemed lighter than he would have expected, but he also knew that this was merely a contact point for the elusive Sith, not their main temple. Secrecy was their most effective security and no one can find them without knowing where and how to look. Given that, he suspected that his own queries did not go unnoticed. Chances are, they were expecting him.
Kizael ripped a keycard from one of the guards. Collapsing his staff and tucking it under his cloak, he unlocked the doors. His lightsabre was in hand by the time they fully opened.
His feral roar echoed through the chamber, "Show me the power of the Dark Side!"
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