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Time is an illusion that tries to manifest through calculations, devices to assist with calculations, and words to label units of time. It’s not until an individual recollects the events of their life that they truly see how intangible time is. 3 years. 3 years since he’d returned home, since he held his wife, since he faced his family. Now, he’d finally be able to end the drawn out agony of isolation and complete his mission.
Shikyo looked through out onto the void of space at the planet before him, fighting to contain the anxiety that was building in his chest. He pulled a communicator from a pouch on his belt and clicked it on, listening to the chimes ring once before obsidian eyes stared at him.
“Brother, I’ve confirmed the identity of Esoteric.”
“I know,” replied the former Grand Master, voice cold and calculating.
“He has a task force within the Phare system. If they are dealt with, it’ll finally put an end to their intelligence network. However, the situation is… complicated.”
“Their ranks have grown. Their knowledge in alchemy is unlike anything I’ve seen, despite my teachings. I require assistance.”
There was a slight pause before the Lion of Tarthos responded.
“They’re not too much for your skills, are they ototo?”
“I’m not a god,” Shikyo said, voice sharper than usual.
Silence filled the bridge before Muz let out a deep sigh.
“I’ll contact Locke and see what assistance he can pull. Keep this quiet and remain off the record.”
The younger Keibatsu nodded before letting the hologram cut out. Katsuhide turned from the helm and stared at his commander, face more heavily scarred and wrinkled since the operation began.
“Returning to Sadow, are we?”
Shikyo sighed and rubbed at his eyes. “It’s a necessary evil, my friend. I haven’t forgotten the past but I will not charge into this fight recklessly. We’re too close.”
“You’ve grown more wise. In the past, we would’ve gone in, blasters blazing, and damn the consequences.”
The Wolf smiled at the Nihilgenia commander before pulling out a metallic disc. He flicked on the image and saw a woman with three claw-shaped marks under her right eye. She was holding a child in her arms, smiling with pride and sorrow within the expression. He knew it was risky to keep such a memento but it was his saving grace from the hells he volunteered for.
“Too much is on the line. Not just for me, but for the Brotherhood.”
It hadn’t been long since Drake Squad landed on Ullyr and already the operation was proceeding ahead of schedule. Darth Suurik refused to waste time on his mission once they had discovered a holocron owned by Lord Sidious. The fountain of knowledge from the one man who put the galaxy under his heel opened up a new realm of possibilities for the Sith. What he did here could seal his place as the right of Darth Krayt, if not surpass him. Glory would be his and where others failed, he would succeed.
The scarlet twi’lek entered a grand chamber deep within the stone temple his team had secured. Standing amidst a series of laboratory equipment and biological specimens was a Mon Calamari woman, flipping through the pages of various journals, mumbling frantically. Darth Firax was an oddity in the mind of the twi’lek. While so many Mon Calamari found themselves on the side of the Republic, he had managed to find one that not only despite the Jedi, but yearned for the teaching of the dark side. He had found a rarity in the galaxy and she would be his ticket to ascension. Suurik cleared his throat and the sound was met with a startled gasp and the clatter of glass.
“Kark! Suurik, this better be important. Timing is the essence with experiments such as these. I don’t need you interrupting me. Not now.”
“I felt a tremor in the Force. Did you notice it?”
Firax narrowed her eyes at the man before extending her arms at the equipment before her.
“I’m playing with alchemy on the level of Palpatine and you ask if I’ve noticed a tremor. We’re creating our own with the powers we’ve obtained. I swear, I think you’re looking for an excuse to kill something.”
A sinister grin found its way to the lips of Suurik as he ran his fingertips along the hilt of his saberstaff.
“And you’re not?”
“I’m working on something to do the killing for us. Now, is this important?”
Suurik peered at the Mon Calamari for a moment before turning his back and waving her off. “Just be mindful of your work. We may have company soon.”
“Then leave me to it. If I need anything, I’ll contact you,” Darth Firax said before moving between a series of beakers and microscopes.
The Sith Lord moved to exit the chamber, letting the echoes of his boots on stone act as a cadence to his stride. His companion made a point. It had been far too long since he’d had a fight that was worthwhile. He remembered the man in the black mask and the exhilaration of finding someone he found as an equal. As he continued his walk, the echoes of his footsteps awoke memories of the battle and he wondered how long it had been since that fight. As he made his way out into the surrounding jungle, Suurik hoped the euphoria of that battle would returned. There would be no better way to herald his rite of ascension than to finally overcome his nemesis.