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Coruscant Time. Time had no meaning to him anymore. Time was something he had in spades and then some. Time wasn't something he thought of anymore. Someone like him would be, no, IS considered timeless. He wasn't even sure how he got to where he was. It was still a blur. All he remembered was...

The crimson blade came to life with a snap-hiss. Mikhail stared at it for a moment. It had been forged by his hands and, though new, felt somehow right in them. He whirled the blade around, it's near weightlessness and gyroscopic effect difficult to control without attuned senses. He took a...