Location: Tython, Kaleth Temple
Allies: NSO, Knights of Ren, Dark Side Elite
Enemies: Jedi:
Taam Moghul
Jonyna Si
Equipment: Ren Lightsaber, Orbalisk Armor
Detritus's whole body had burned with pain as the Orbalisks toxins started to surge through his own body. It took every ounce of his willpower just to remain standing, let alone holding a Cathar man by his throat. It was clear that a stalemate had been reached between the two. He scowled at the Cathar woman as her mate spoke. This caused Detritus's hands to tighten around the Cathar's neck as he looked to the male. "Silence!" Detritus had further emphasized his point by his grip tightening around the man's head as if he was going to snap his neck all too quickly. The Jedi might talk, but there were always a weakness constantly present. Love was a weakness that would cost the Jedi the entire galaxy. They couldn't make the hard choices not when Detritus held the man's life within the palm of his hand.
When the woman made her threats known did a laugh come from Detritus.
"Run? Ive already won here today. In an instant could I kill this man within the palm of my hand. Although strike me and you will share the same fate. Death means nothing to me, but can your mate say the same? Can you? First Tython, then the Galaxy will come next. Do not mistake this gesture of mercy for weakness, for one wrong move we all die!" Detritus would hiss out towards the Cathar Jedi Woman. He emphasized his point by making his arms ready to tear the man's head apart. Still Detritus would remain ever still, if only for a moment. He eyed her suspiciously, and seemed tempted to go back on his own word.
Then as quickly as it began. Detritus would release the Cathar male, further insulting him by giving him a kick into the mud. A hand stretched out, and the hilt of his saber that which he called Ren would fly back into his grasp. He could attack again, every muscle inside of him burned, nerves on fire, blood boiling. He looked to the both of them, even as the Master of Ren attempted to keep his stone stance. His stance felt wobbly for he tried to recover.
"This is only once Jedi... If I see you again... I will not offer the same mercy again... Perhaps you will witness the great work resume as it had long ago." His words cryptic making waves of the past. The work of the Second Great Hyperspace War would resume, but this time failure would not occur. Imperial Supremacy would reign across the galaxy and it all began here...