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In his room, Laran sat on his bed, his saber in hand and a toolkit open beside him. He was making adjustments to a lightsaber, playing with it's settings and all of it's inner working, making modifications and the like. Finally satisfied, he set it down on the bed smiling sinisterly.
There, that will work nicely. Much improved.
The time was almost here, and his plan would be in action. Then they would all see. He had made a decision, and it was one that he hadn't come to lightly. It had taken many days and nights, and much meditation to come to this conclusion, but he thought it would be best for himself and it would definately put him in a better position.
Rising off the bed, Laran began to get dressed in his best clothes, formal ones, as this was a big thing and a very important day. It would change him and his life and his role with the Sith. He pulled his tunic over his head, and then smoothed it out over his body. Both of his sabers lay on a table in the corner. Grabbing both of them, he clipped them to his belt, for one never knew when the need for them might arise, especially after his attitude in recent weeks. Just to be on the safe side, he grabbed two of his balanced and deadly knives that he so loved to use. It set him apart from many of the Sith to use ancient weapons like this, but they had their advantages, especially in his hands.
Finally, he was ready. Laran left his room, briskly walking to the council room.
The doors, ancient, were large and heavy. They had been moved from the previous TSE headquarters as they were abandoning it. The doors were a key to the past, etched with languages and different markings. Many Sith had made their mark here and the doors were a constant reminder of the rich past of the TSE. Looking upon the doors, Laran smiled, knowing his mark would be made, a lasting mark.
Using the force, he opened the doors and entered, the council in their customary seats. He didn't care for the, for this day, he only needed to speak to one of them. He made his way to the center of the room, kneeling before the coucil.
"Great Masters of the Council. My attitude as of late has been a hindrance to the Empire, and I come before you today with a request. A request that will have positive affects on that attitude and I beleive positive affects for the Sith. I humbly ask that I may be allowed to present this request to yourselves."
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