Private One's Studies

[Maerae Verdan]

Ship:
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Darth Strosius

Ambition. Drive. Effort. These things defined Maerae. It was why, even as an Acolyte treated as less than dirt, she had always known that she was destined to be Sith.

For too long that title—'Acolyte'—had defined her. Had degraded her. Her power in the Force was overwhelming, her skill with a lightsaber made her a prodigy, but because of the circumstances of her birth and arrival in Sith Space, Maerae had never been given the acknowledgment she was owed. Had never received the lessons she deserved. She knew of pain, and she knew of fury, and she knew of resilience. But she had been denied knowledge of the Force, and as such, had been denied the chance to prove her worth to a proper master.

At long last, those days were at an end. No longer was she dirt, a worthless Acolyte on a backwater world in a stagnant academy. Now she was Apprentice to the Sith Knight, Darth Strosius, and the officers and soldiers of his flagship bowed to her in reverence. She had led troops into battle, delivered the Order victory, and had even slain a Jedi Knight. She had much to learn, and far to go, but her destiny was finally upon her. Learner she might be, but under her Master, she would become Sith.

There was no other path to walk.

Maerae was knelt in her quarters—small, spartan, and yet far more luxurious than anything she'd been afforded as a mere Acolyte—eyes closed in focus. Her lightsaber, won from an Ashlan Crusader and heavily modified by her, lay on the ground in front of her, disassembled neatly. The weapon's yellow crystal hovered in front of her, radiating power that flowed from the Light—the power of her destined enemy, the Jedi.

Power that she was attempting to pervert. Attempting to dominate; to purify with unbounding strength of the Dark Side.

Maerae had plenty of anger. Plenty of fear. Her years under the harsh masters of the academy had taught her that. She did not need to foam at the mouth, or scream her lungs out to demonstrate her rage. She held it deep within her, burning with every beat of her heart, flowing through her veins at all time. She was restrained, professional, and even detached. But Sith fury flowed through her all the same—she simply called upon it differently than others.

She called it forth, forced it through her stolen crystal, and the Kyber screamed in her head.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Alisteri's head cocked to the side slightly as he felt something brush against his senses, his meeting with some of the officers of the Indomitable becoming background noise as he briefly investigated the disturbance in the Force with some simple probing. He recognized the signature presence of his apprentice almost instantly of course but it was the nature of her presence that was a bit more unfamiliar. A swirling storm of wrath greeting his senses rather than the usual collected and determined aura she exuded.

For a moment his eyes narrowed as he wondered what exactly could be the cause of such a release of rage but it connected in his mind rather quickly. A smirk spread across his masked face and his probing ceased, the realization of her attempt to bleed the crystal making him feel....proud. She was clever and competent yes, that was what had drawn her into his attention to begin with after all, but for her to subject a lightsaber crystal to her will all on her own was another matter entirely.

It reminded him of when he had done so, having claimed the blade of a Jedi that he felled with only a blaster in hand. Would his master be proud of him in turn for continuing such a practice? Regardless Alisteri had found something far more interesting to do than listen to the reports on the state of affairs across the Indomitable and excused himself from the meeting with a simple remark and a swift exit. The officers would handle it just fine without him.

The masked man made his way down the extensive halls that lined the ancient ship and occasionally offered the crew and soldiers that he passed a simple nod in response to their salutes and bows. In truth he was still getting used to being in command of such a large vessel, but they didn't need to know that. After some time he found himself standing before the door to his apprentice's quarters, a rather simple yet well furbished room meant for junior officers, and crossed his arms behind his back. He had no intention of interrupting her bleeding ritual after all.

Maerae Verdan

 

[Maerae Verdan]

Ship:
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Darth Strosius

Nails on a chalkboard. That was what listening to the screams of the kyber was like.

It made her want to brute force the damn jewel, to pour all of her hate and anger into it at once, but that would only shatter it. Maerae had done her research before attempting this (it was astonishing how much knowledge was available to her now that she served Strosius) bleeding. She knew that it was a technique that took more than just raw power—it also required finesse.

Maerae knew what she was good for: brute strength, and indomitable tenacity. She was no sorcerer, nor was she particularly suited to assassinations. Her talents lie in her physicality, and her raw power in the Force. She was a resilient tool, useful, but unrefined. That was through no fault of her own, not when she had been denied so much simply for being an outsider in Sith space.

But she no longer had claim to that excuse.

Her master demanded more than that from her. Even before he'd formally taken her on, his commands for her had lay with her weaknesses, not her strengths. Darth Strosius had no use for a mere brute, some neophyte who could only hit something with a lightsaber. What he desired was an apprentice one well rounded, clever, and open to learning.

Her former masters had never acknowledged it, but she was clever and open to learning. And so she proved it to herself: she pulled back on her anger and hate, just enough to let the kyber breathe. When the screaming began to fade, she redoubled her efforts. It came closer to bending to her will this time, but it still wasn't quite enough.

So she backed off again. Pressed harder again. Backed off again. Pressed harder again.

Until finally, her focus broke with a gasp of air, sweat pouring down her face. The crystal fell, and Maerae snatched it up in a closed fist before it could shatter against the floor. She sat there for a moment, panting, pupils blown wide from exertion. Only when she regained her breath did she dare to unclench her fist, and look at the crystal resting in her palm.

A beautiful ruby. As red as the blood in her veins.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Alisteri contently stood and probed within the room with his mind rather than his eyes, sensing the struggling of both Sith and crystal that lay just beyond the door. The initial burst of rage had cracked the solemn and stalwart shell but to breach the depths and truly dominate the Force that lay within the kyber itself would require a more tactical approach. Thankfully it seemed as though his apprentice knew exactly what she was doing in that regard.

Like a billows stoking hot coals he felt her gradually break through the levels of the crystal, giving it enough respite to keep it whole before flooding it with her power in a cycle of rest and repress. Of course the masked man did not offer any assistance to her efforts as he sensed Maerae's struggle with the kyber crystal. He was a simple observer, and one that would go unnoticed amidst her bleeding ritual, as he wanted to see if she could complete the task before her. If she did then she had learned much already in her short tutelage, if she couldn't then she would have a new lesson and another Jedi to hunt down to attempt the ritual again.

Luckily for his young apprentice though her capability shone through once again. He sensed the moment that the small, flickering presence of the Light Side within the crystal was snuffed out and replaced by the familiar chilling presence of the Dark Side. Alisteri let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding onto and felt some tension leave his shoulders as well. How odd, he didn't remember tensing up either. Regardless he opened the door with wave of his hand, the lock being undone with a few simple movements in the Force, and stepped into the threshold.

His masked gaze peered at the strained form of his apprentice and nodded in acknowledgement of her accomplishment. "I half expected that you'd shatter it into a thousand pieces. Very good work Apprentice Verdan." His tone held no bite, perhaps even something akin to amusement instead, as he spoke and gestured to the red crystal in her hands. "To purge the taint of the Jedi from the Force is the ultimate task of the Sith. Consider this to be your first real step towards the victory of our order." The first of many more to come.

Maerae Verdan

 

[Maerae Verdan]

Ship:
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Darth Strosius

Maerae had been so focused on her crystal, that she hadn't even felt the presence of her master approach, only realizing he was near when the door to her quarters opened.

A failing. If he'd been a foe, she'd be surprised, and likely dead.

Still, it seemed she had impressed Darth Strosius. He had expected failure from her in this endeavor. That didn't sting Maerae, as she too had expected such from herself. To bleed a crystal was an intermediate affair, and she had little training in the Force beyond the basics. But it seemed that she was capable of self-learning after all. It wasn't something that could ever replace true lessons from her master, but it was proof of her competence.

"I was... uncertain of my success myself," Maerae admitted, "but the access you have allowed me to Sith teachings was invaluable."

With an outstretched hand, Maerae summoned her scattered lightsaber to her hand, which constructed itself swiftly, crystal included. With a firm grip on the weapon, she pressed the activation switch, and was rewarded with a beautiful crimson blade. No sputters, no explosions—not a single imperfection in the plasma of the blade.

"And I see the wisdom in your words, Master," she agreed, as she marveled at her lightsaber, "this meager effort I made, to turn a Jedi's crystal into my own... it does feel like victory, however small."

With the smallest sigh of relief, she extinguished her new lightsaber, and hung it from her belt. She would need time in a training room to truly master the new weapon, but she was confident enough in her skill with a blade to wear and wield it openly.

"Did you have need of me, Master?" She asked, "or did I disturb you with my trial?"

 

[Darth Strosius]

"I am glad that you found what you needed then. When first faced without limits many get lost in the abyss and never find a way out. Or, well, not one that ends in a long life of success anyway." The first time that he had been allowed full access to a library of the Sith he had spent almost four straight days reading. Alisteri knew well enough what dangers came with knowledge, he could only hope that his words and lessons would ensure that Maerae didn't lose herself in it as many others had.

His eyes lit up as the lightsaber's blade ignited and bathed the room with a red glow, a small chuckle leaving him as he nodded in satisfaction. "Magnificent color isn't it?" He did so enjoy the shade of red that the blades of the Sith sported, most of the Sith anyway. There were some that didn't share his fondness for the red evidently but they were few and far between.

The masked man nodded at her acknowledgment of her victory, both over the Jedi and his crystal, and idly crossed his arms behind his back as he responded. "'Disturb' has negative connotations my apprentice, I would say something more akin to...caught my attention." Certainly more than the daily reports of how the ship was running at the very least. "But there is much to be discussed even without your new blade as the topic. Much has transpired within such a short timespan, wouldn't you agree?"

Only a short while ago the Indomitable was still in a dock awaiting its grand debut and the Tsis'Kaar were considered loyal servants of the Sith Order. Now everything had changed. Only time would tell if it was for the better or the worse. "You remember what we spoke of on Korriban as we marched through the streets yes? Of the failures of those that would consider themselves our betters? Do tell me what you think of my, of our rebellion against those 'betters' who turned Korriban into a world of ruins."

Maerae Verdan

 

[Maerae Verdan]

Ship:
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Darth Strosius

"Magnificent color isn't it?"

"It is."

Sith were many things, and a lightsaber was not necessarily among them. But for one such as Maerae, who excelled in the physical arts and physical aspects of the Force, it was both the most important weapon in her arsenal, as well as a badge of honor. It was proof that she had slain a Jedi Knight. Proof that she was marked for greatness. It was a small thing, compared to the fleets her master commanded.

But it was the first step toward her destiny.

There was no time to dwell on that, though. It was clear that her master had a purpose in coming here, once he began to reveal by asking after the lesson he'd imparted to her during the Scouring of Korriban. One of them, anyways. But she understood what he was asking of her: what did she think of Carnifex, and his ambition? What did she think of Strosius' rejection of the Dark Lord's quest for personal glory.

"The Sith have fallen time and time again, over millennia." She started, "and we have fallen so many times, because the Dark Lords of history focused on personal ambition and selfish glory, instead of focusing on building an enduring empire. Darth Carnifex exemplifies the mistakes of the past, and the empire he builds is not of the Sith. It is of himself."

There was no anger in her tone, and there rarely was, as Strosius would know. Detachment and professionalism was not typically the way of the Sith, but it had served her time and time again, including during her brief time under her new master.

"And he must be cast down, before he brings the Sith to ruin once more." She finished, "and so your rebellion is not only just. It may just save our Order from destruction."

 

[Darth Strosius]

Alisteri couldn't help but feel pride as his apprentice recounted what he had told her on Korriban, of the long history of selfishness and tyrannical ambition stretching from the ancient Sith all the way to the present day. Often times it seemed as though, particularly with his Tsis'Kaar forces, he was followed because of his position and their loyalty rather than his forces fully understanding and believing in his mission. It was quite refreshing to see that at least someone understood their goals. "You listen well apprentice."

He nodded in satisfaction and idly gestured with his hands as he continued, pacing in place before Maerae. "But my master's rebellion is about more than stopping Carnifex from bringing further destruction. While he toys with our sacred worlds, Empyrean and his Eternalists still claim the mantle of Sith Emperor. A self-proclaimed title that he only achieved through an agreement with my master that she has since rescinded with the onset of our rebellion. Carnifex is the bigger threat but so long as Empyrean occupies the throne the Sith Order itself is our enemy."

Despite his best efforts there were only a handful of Sith that were dissatisfied with the status quo enough to join in with the Tsis'Kaar for their revolt against the wider Sith Order, leaving many useful and powerful Sith who cared little for the politics of the Sith against them. Cultivating allies was evidently a weakness that he and his master shared in that regard.

"It is fear and a desire for ensuring stability over prosperity which holds the Sith Order in its current state. To many Empyrean is too entrenched to bother usurping and Carnifex is too distant to prove a threat worth worrying about. Instead eyes now turn to the Core worlds and the old enemy of the Galactic Alliance and their wretched Jedi protectors." Of course the Core worlds were a concern, but for the moment they were far more occupied with the resurgence of the Mandalorians than with the Sith influence in the Outer Rim.

A fact that could be leveraged in their favor if the Sith Order could play its cards right. "It is our duty to do what others are too afraid of doing, to go to lengths that others would consider unnecessary. Where others would seek unity among tumors we must purge and carve out the parasites in our order until only the true Sith remain. Until the Sith Order is freed from itself, we can never win against the galaxy. I trust you understand, my apprentice?"

Maerae Verdan

 

[Maerae Verdan]

Ship:
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Darth Strosius

Maerae was not often surprised. She was in this moment.

She understood why Carnifex had to fall. His insistence upon his own greatness and legacy were a poison that would slowly spread to the rest of the Order, and over time, it would erode the foundations upon which it was built. He was not a Dark Lord worthy of the title. Just a powerful pretender to the throne, and one who just wouldn't die.

But Maerae knew little of the Emperor himself. She knew of Eternalism, and knew its founding principles—that was the only Sith religion taught at her academy. She knew that Empyrean was to be worshipped as the true Dark Lord of the Sith. Everything else about him was a mystery to her, however. Knowledge of anything outside of propaganda had not been allowed to her.

Even so, what her master was talking about was high treason. Something that the Emperor, and all Sith loyal to him, would not take lightly.

"I know little of our Emperor, beyond the propaganda," Maerae admitted as much to Darth Strosius, "my place is to carry out your will, my master. But I would know more about our enemies. Without knowledge, I will only fail you."

The diplomatic approach to asking "why the hell are we committed to treason?" For better or worse, she belonged to Strosius now. If he was rebelling, then she was rebelling. But if was asking her to die for the cause, Maerae wanted to know why. What made Empyrean unworthy, despite not being Tsis'kaar? Because, technically, that ought to make her unworthy as well: she didn't follow any of the Sith's split religions.

But maybe it wasn't her place to know. She was the Apprentice. Knowledge was to be withheld until she was deserving of it; until she had earned it.

 

[Darth Strosius]

The comment about propaganda made the masked man chuckle, as if she had confirmed some preconceived notion that he already held. He would have been surprised if there hadn't been any sort of subliminal or overt messaging woven into the academies of the Sith. In truth though their lack of knowledge was shared. "Then listen well Apprentice Verdan, and I shall enlighten you." Alisteri knew well enough the history of the Sith Eternal, he had lived through most of it in recent times after all, but the self-proclaimed emperor of the Sith Order was admittedly somewhat of a mystery.

He knew more than enough of him and the Eternalists to know that they had to be destroyed however, and that was all that he needed to know. "They claim to be an ancient sect stretching back to the time of Darth Sidious and even those before him. I do not believe such but they do hold the Rule of Two in a high regard from a philosophical standpoint regardless, a rule that left our order weak for many generations of Sith."

Most would not speak ill of the ancient Sith, and certainly not of Darth Bane, but the masked man held no love nor respect for Sith that had gone against the better interest of the wider order. Regardless of whether they were still living or long dead. "The Sepulchral Priests would have us believe that their leader, Empyrean, is the Sith'ari. The savior of the Sith, the one that is without limit, the one that will lead the Sith and destroy them only to remake them again to be even stronger than before." A prophecy that had been coopted by many Sith in recent times, much to his disdain.

"But I remember when they first emerged and made their presence known during the time of the old Sith Empire. During the Third Imperial Civil War they snatched Korriban from our grasp when the Jedi pushed our forces from the ancient world for a short time. Led by a mysterious yet powerful figure calling himself the 'Worm Emperor' they would whisper to many Sith and drag them from the empire when we needed them most. They sowed disunity and discord whilst we were beset on all sides by foes." Alisteri had never spoken with the Worm Emperor while he still lived, never summoned or called by the Eternalists during the war. All the better, he'd rather they have no knowledge of him at all.

"They spread and spouted their heresy right up until the Sith Empire collapsed as the Sith Lords fled and our enemies moved against our shattered armies, then they too fled. They fled to a world hidden away in a nebula called Odavessa, and the Worm Emperor summoned the entirety of the Sith to his banner there after the ashes of the Sith Empire were stamped out by the Jedi and New Imperials. There he gathered the cowardly Lords and the stalwart Sith alike and proclaimed himself the leader of the Sith. No voices raised in dissention, not even my master and Carnifex."

A grievous mistake on their part, and had he been strong then as he was now then he would have attempted to slay the Worm Emperor himself for such treachery. "The deceiver would lead us for a time, before the Jedi discovered Odavessa and brought war to us once more. He died with that hidden world and from his corpse Empyrean appeared to take the mantle of leader of the Eternalists, the 'Sith'ari' of the Sepulchral."

The venom in his words as he spoke of the past was hot and vivid as though the events happened but a few days before rather than decades ago. "From there Carnifex, Empyrean, and my master Darth Ophidia would fight to determine who would lead the Sith Order as we returned to the wider galaxy once more. Empyrean struck a deal with my master and their forces united to bring the Kainate into line, leaving Empyrean as the emperor without contenders. Do you see now why he must be dealt with?" Finally his gaze and focus returned to his apprentice once more.

"A pretender inheriting a throne from a deceiver, who then claimed a much grander throne simply because he was a lesser threat than the Twice-Failed Emperor. That is who Empyrean is. His Sepulchral have no more claim to the ancient Sith and no more authority to declare the Sith'ari than you or I, but they still spout such heretical lies as though the Force itself has ordained them its heralds." As the priest of a Sith sect himself the whole thing frankly disgusted him to his core. Such blasphemous arrogance was all too common amongst the Sith already even before the Eternalists came along.

Maerae Verdan

 

[Maerae Verdan]

Ship:
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Darth Strosius

Maerae decided that she cared little for the religious or philosophical difference between the numerous sects of the Sith. In the end, they all seemed to chase after one thing: power, and to call themselves the Dark Lord. In the end, no Sith was truly different from another. Everyone just disagreed on who the Dark Lord should be.

Except... it seemed that all the Sith—even Carnifex—had been cowed into accepting Empyrean as Emperor. Unlike her master, Maerae was impressed by that. Pretender or not, he had brought the rest of the Order to heel. That was the work of a true Dark Lord, even if it had been built on lies, and her own master disapproved. Some of the propaganda, it seemed, held some truth.

But only some.

Her approval of their false Emperor ended with his disgusting act of diplomacy—instead of wiping out the Kainites and Carnifex when he was challenged by him, he instead made a deal.

"The religious doctrine escapes me," Maerae admitted as much to her master, "but I do see the weakness in our ruler. If Carnifex and his Kainites truly challenged the Emperor, then the Emperor should have stuck him down, and eradicated his followers. To bargain with him instead... no Emperor worthy of his title would do such a thing."

Maerae cared little about what one believed. Her master was a zealot, she knew that to be true. Her concern was with becoming Sith, and with strengthening the Sith Order as a whole. Creating order across the galaxy, even if it must be ruled by an iron fist. That was the only way to eradicate places like Nar Shaddaa, and practices like slavery.

But if engaging in this religious warfare was the only way to secure her interests... then so be it.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Alisteri wasn't surprised to hear his apprentice's admittance of her own lack of interest in the religious side of the conflict that they found themselves embroiled in with the other Sith of the order. But it mattered little so long as she was still willing to serve the Sith and the will of the Dark Side. Dedication and devotion were one and the same to an extent after all.

"Indeed. By all accounts the Kainite menace should have been wiped off the face of the galaxy." It's what he would have done had he been in Empyrean's position. No matter how long the war against them would have gone on for, the Kainate was simply too dangerous to be left alive. "For his defiance Carnifex was slapped on the wrist with one hand and with the other offered dominion over the old worlds of the Sith Empire that he had abandoned years before. It sickens me to my core that the bloodstained battlefields of true Sith are in the grasp of a cowardly tyrant."

One day the ancient worlds of the Sith would be set free, truly free, from their occupiers. Unfortunately they had to suffer such a disgrace for a fair while longer until the Kainites and Eternalists had been eliminated. "I find it rather ironic really. The Kainate believes their Twice-Failed Emperor to be the Sith'ari, if not a god in flesh. The Sepulchral Priests would have us believe that Empyrean is the Sith'ari and the culmination of the entire Sith Order itself. Yet they both coexist and support one another despite all of their bloody history and their conflicting beliefs."

The masked man clicked his tongue and shook his head in disgust. "But enough about our foes, their fate is sealed. The fates of our forces and allies have yet to be decided." He crossed his arms behind his back and nodded to the younger Sith. "Maerae Verdan, you have proven yourself worthy of the mantle of Sith by spilling the blood of our ancient foe. The days to come shall be long and challenging in a manner that you have yet to face. Are you prepared to serve the Sith Order and bring about the changes necessary to ensure the continuation and victory of our ancient order?"

Maerae Verdan

 

[Maerae Verdan]

Ship:
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Darth Strosius

"Cowardice and betrayal ought be rewarded with death, not with a crown."

If the Emperor was truly a coward who offered rewards when faced with a traitor, then the Emperor was no Emperor at all. Any Sith worth his salt would have struck Carnifex down, or died trying. That was their way: the strongest ruled, and the weakest cowed beneath them. If Empyrean had forgotten that, then her master's rebellion was just.

Maerae cared about Order above all else, even Sith doctrine. But eventually, Empyrean and Carnifex would strike at each other once more. There was no Order in that.

But then Darth Strosius asked Maerae a question: if she was ready to serve the true Sith: those who had not forgotten their ways. It was a chance to make a difference, and carve the sickness out of the Sith Order. It was a chance to help her master establish a true Sith Empire, like the days of myth. How could she pass up on that chance?

This was her destiny.

If Maerae had stood before any other Sith Lord, she would have knelt at their feet. But she had long since learned that Strosius cared nothing for lofty titles or prostrations. All he desired was her obedience and her cooperation. So, instead of a grand display of fealty, Maerae simply gave her master a short bow.

"I will shed more blood, even my own, if it means restoring the Sith to their true potential, my master. And strife has never cowed me before."

Let the coming days be brutal and excruciating. They would serve as the crucible that would turn her into a true Sith Knight. To want any less, accept any less, would have made her unworthy.

And Maerae Verdan would not be unworthy.

 

[Darth Strosius]

"Indeed." The same could be said of both Empyrean and his Kainite counterpart really, although the circumstances were slightly different. Carnifex was granted the ancient worlds and Empyrean was granted the throne of emperor. A mistake on the part of his master really, but one that would be corrected in time. Time was all that they needed.

Time would bring their allies and true believers in the cause to the fore, time would cast aside those whose loyalty was fleeting and selfish, time would give them the opportunity to prepare and build the forces necessary to liberate the Sith Order. Time and blood would set the Sith free one day. Alisteri could only hope that he lived to see it, perhaps even usher it in himself if there were no other candidates fit to fulfill the tasks to come. But such things would come to pass later, the present was yet to be determined.

He nodded as his apprentice gave him a shot bow, a display of respect rather than submission. Even now he cared little for proper bowing and kneeling regardless of whether he was the giver or the receiver. These days he bowed only to the Force itself, it would be foolish to expect others to do anything else. "Good. Because in the days to come all that you will find are blood and strife." And plenty of both.

"You will not find your place on the frontlines of this conflict however, my apprentice. Forgive me for robbing you of the honor." Having Maerae used like a common pawn or a mere weapon, much like himself in some way, was simply unacceptable. "Our influence stretches beyond the Sith Order even now as we lash out against it. While I help my master wage war, you must ensure that these lines of influence and interest are not severed by our foes. The time will come when you will stand against the false Sith of the order, but you are not yet ready for such a task."

Of course he had no doubt that she would be capable if she were unleashed upon the cowards and traitors, but to do so would only reinforce the simplistic training of the academy. His apprentice needed to be more versatile and experienced in all aspects of war, even those that seemingly didn't effect the battlefields at all. "There are people of interest to meet and parley with, informants to ensure the loyalty of, even more individuals to bribe and blackmail into compliance. Until this rebellion is done that will be your task Apprentice Verdan. To keep the Tsis'Kaar's network intact."

Maerae Verdan