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Each step, each step drilling across the metal floor. The castle was coming together nice, it was starting to look like a castle once more. The High Marshal had other issues however, two new recruits. Two new guardsmen waiting to be broken into the force. [member="Nyx"] was an old friend of his...

Just a warehouse he was renting on Bespin. That's all he was using as a base of operations until they could get something decent. The odd few rooms formed the offices of The Grandmaster and the vacent Chancellor position. A small planning room shoved up the back, it was that small a layout...

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...