Xeykard
The Scales Tip
There were many kinds of power. The raw strength, potency of the Force, the endless march of technology -- and knowledge. Odd how that was the one thing they shared with the Jedi. Xeykard knew more than the acolyte, and thus, he had more power over her. He shook his head. "That is none of your concern. Follow this one and we will succeed."
The betrayals could come from anywhere.
But the concern was his own to bear. The pair advanced further down the street, their entourage spread out as soldiers tended to do. Hiding behind cover, waiting for their friends to tell them to keep moving. There was wisdom in weakness, perhaps, but only the kind that perpetuated the same weakness. Xeykard stayed in the center of the road.
He sniffed the air. Just down the road was their target; one of the few archives in the city that held artifacts of great power. Yet there was something else... the same hatred, raw and unfiltered but still hidden along with those who held it.
He held up a fist; their group stopped. "Acolyte Tremiru. Where is the enemy?"
The betrayals could come from anywhere.
But the concern was his own to bear. The pair advanced further down the street, their entourage spread out as soldiers tended to do. Hiding behind cover, waiting for their friends to tell them to keep moving. There was wisdom in weakness, perhaps, but only the kind that perpetuated the same weakness. Xeykard stayed in the center of the road.
He sniffed the air. Just down the road was their target; one of the few archives in the city that held artifacts of great power. Yet there was something else... the same hatred, raw and unfiltered but still hidden along with those who held it.
He held up a fist; their group stopped. "Acolyte Tremiru. Where is the enemy?"