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Exegol was once forgotten by the galaxy. A hidden world where the Sith could test themselves and grow beyond themselves and learn new ways to bind the Force to their will. Many stories and legends surrounded the world, from the hidden technique of immortality to the rise of the Last Palpatine. Now? It was left a scattered world of rock, ice, and kyber. Even now Alliance vessels floated in the distance, patrolling for remnants of the Brotherhood of the Maw.
"Shame," he said, tapping a long, cracked fingernail against his glass. "The Maw had so much potential to upset the balance in the Sith." He took a sip of his wine. Alderaanian vintage. One of the best. Thank the Force for the Vong, else he wouldn't be able to enjoy the finer things in life. His eye trailed over to his shaper hand. "Now look at us," he looked to his passenger, "Scattered around the Galaxy and reduced to simpering fools."
The star yacht was hailed by a passing Alliance ship, the com light blinking red. Dhuritok gave his passenger a look that said 'You answer it.' and took another sip of his wine.