Shadows & Lies Of The Past (Galactic Republic, Jedi Order)

[Mak Manto]

It was time...

Standing in his room, he ran a hand through his beard while he smoked profusely, looking outside. It had been a long time coming that he told the truth to everyone. He had been slithering from it for so long, hoping he would never have to tell anyone, that they would never find out, but with what had happened, it was necessary.

They needed to know, to prepare for the worst.

Leaving, his journey was uneventful and not a soul was around as he came to one of the largest auditorium halls that he had set up for everyone to come. By now, the room had to be filled and he could hear many voices.

Smoking hard, he steadied himself and gripped his cane ever harder before slithering in, moving slowly down the stairs before reaching the central platform and looking up at a sea of faces.

"Good morning everyone, and thank you for taking the time to come here."

 

[Dune Rhur]

Dune Rhur had no idea why he'd been called into the hall, but when a Council Master called, a Jedi listened. Especially one such as [member="Mak Manto"], a long-lived Master from a species known for such things. He'd had an eventful life, kept in stasis from all the way back in the Clone Wars. Such strange circumstances, the Bith couldn't have imagined being alive in such a time. He began to speak and Dune listened.

 

[Nameless One]

[member="Mak Manto"] [member="Dune Rhur"]

She was looking at one of the several datapads being held up with the force while listening to different things on her comlink. The small essex visor going over her eyes as she observed a few other things like reports and construction efforts from exis station, the factories that were producing and with some of the new things well the gardens. The force enriched fertilizer that could grow crops and trees for them. Her attention went to the jedi master and fellow councilor with a small nod of her head as she stood there with her blue hair in a ponytail and wearing the opened cloak with its sleeves empty before she crossed her arms. "Hello." Oh yeah, first step towards making friends... check that off the list."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh didn't know much about his new fellow Council Member. But if a Jedi Master called for a meeting, he would come and listen. So wearing his robes, he would make his way to the auditorium, taking a breath. He knew the man duel-wielded between Republic and JO, so he wasn't surprised to see Republic Jedi here, of course.

Though he had to admit, he was quite curious about what in the world was going on... What did he need to tell a crowd like this?

 

[Pinda Solthar]

She was present, she wouldn't miss a gathering such as this. This was a colleague of hers whom was respected among the mass and she came as a student, and as a peer. She stood amongst the crowd of Jedi, those of whom had travelled in mass to Exis. Looking around, possibly disappearing amongst the voices of the crowd she awaited for him to enter the room, she stood near [member="Dune Rhur"]

When he did, those around her lowered their voices and turned to watch. Just across the way she saw [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] she nodded. She expected the news to be more along the lines of something positive, expecting him to boost the morale further...but there was that feeling she had due to the fact that this was sudden.

She inhaled when he began to speak...and waited for the rest.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

[member="Mak Manto"] was an old friend, someone Mantic considered wise beoynd what his own human mind seemed to grasp. Yet, it had been a long time since he had seen him. Ever since the jedi schism where the order had split up even more then in previous times the two had never gotten around to talk.
At times he had meant to contact him, even invited him but there had always been something blocking his time.

This time however, Mantic had pushed current affairs to the side and decided to go and listen to what elderly jedi had to share.

 

[Mak Manto]

Breathing hard, he looked down, unsure of how to even start. How could he say what he had to, and if he did, would they still accept him? He felt like an old fool standing there, uncertain of everything, but as he did, an old memory came back to him, and he heard words from someone he had considered to be the wisest and greatest Jedi the Galaxy would ever know, a lesson he had taught Mak when he had come to the Jedi Temple as a teenager...

“Named must your fear be before banish it you can...”

Looking up, he took one more draw on his pipe before he sighed.

"I have convened all of you here because you deserve to know the truth. You've all been deceived by a lie and I can't allow for anyone who considers me an ally and friend to live with it anymore. I have lied to all you for the last several months and you need to know why..."

"My name is Mak Manto..."

Drawing on his pipe again, his eyes darkened as he shook his head.

"But I'm not the Mak Manto you believe I am..."

A general buzz began to fill the room as Jedi and Republic agents turned to one another, confused and alarmed. Holding up a hand, he gripped his cane again, steadying himself.

"The Mak Manto of this Galaxy died a very long time ago. Shortly after Order 66 and the Great Jedi Purge, he managed to escape the Empire, hiding away on a desolate world. Unfortunately, while he was there, he contracted a disease and became very ill. With no one to turn to and no help to come, he perished away hundreds of years ago. I found the world he had been on through reliable information and discovered artifacts that prove it was him. I can show the Council the proof when they want to see it..."

"I am not that Mak Manto. I come from a different universe..."

Hearing gasps and a louder buzz then before, he continued to smoke, closing his eyes and feeling distress at what he was saying. Though, he needed to finish, to have them all understand...

"I come from an alternate universe of this same Galaxy, where events happened quite differently then they did here. Right up until the Jedi Purge, the Mak Manto of this Galaxy and I shared the same history, but where he died, I remained alive in mine. I spent many years hiding away from the Empire until it was finally ended by Luke Skywalker redeeming Darth Vader who killed Emperor Palpatine and the Rebellion destroying the Death Star."

"From there, our universes took a different course. After his death, multiple factions rose and fell: Jedi, Sith, Imperial and much more. It was here that I met two young Jedi Knights by the name of Hawk Hinata and Vohn Exel who convinced me to return to the Galaxy and join the faction known as the Jedi Brotherhood. If my life had been eventful during and before the Clone Wars, it took many strange turns after. I met some of the greatest Jedi I've ever known and encountered some of the most horrendous villains the Galaxy would ever see."

"Over the next thirty years, I took part in events that changed the Galaxy and experienced some of the greatest and most terrible things anyone could ever except. I became known as one of the most powerful sorcerers in the Galaxy, helped liberate worlds..."

Taking a deep breath, he couldn't believe what he was about to say...

"I was captured along with several other Jedi Masters by a faction known as the Imperial Remnant and had blood taken so that they could try to create an army of Force soldiers. Out of it came my daughter, Zana Manto, a clone from my blood who was created by the Empire for two Imperial scientists who lost their daughter due to the Jedi Brotherhood trying to reclaim the world..."

Pulling out his holocron, he set it on the stage next to him. Waving his hand, a miniature Mak appeared, looking up.

"How can I assist you, Mak?"

"Bring up the last image of Zana Manto, please..."

As a full size image appeared from the holocron, his eyes watered a bit as he stared at her.

"She was beautiful... A beautiful girl who was genetically transformed by one of the greatest enemies I ever faced into part Shi'ido. She was originally Human and that's why she has the pointed ears..."

He was rambling as he looked at the holocron again and waved another hand, her image disappearing before two other images appeared next to one another.

"I had two grandchildren..."

Sobbing hard now, it was the first time in so long that he cried, the tears cascading into his beard as he looked at them.

"My daughter had been trained as a Jedi under the tutelage of a good friend and she became a great Jedi Knight... She fell in love with another Jedi and had my grandson, Zeven. Then her love disappeared and the Council tried to find him... I tried to find him, but we couldn't find him, we never knew what happened to him. And in my daughter;s grief and despair, she became a Witch of Dathomir..."

Wiping his eyes, he knew none of this could make any sense to them. He had to tell them everything.

"You see, I was a Jedi Master, one who was respected for so long, who was looked at for wisdom and guidance..."

"And then I changed..."

"On a mission several years after I returned to the Jedi, I came across a Sith artifact and due to my curiosity with investigating it, I unleashed a Sith spirit who became trapped in my head. Over the course of many years, he did great damage to me mentally and over that time, I became a threat to the people who were once my friends, allies and family..."

"I started to follow conspiracy theories on different threats, became more aggressive against the Sith and the Witches. There were times that my Order arrested me and imprisoned me. I was partly responsible for a schism and a crusade that split a Galaxy in half. However, it ended when I almost killed two Jedi due to my craziness by trying to stop an enemy. I then destroyed their trust even more by leading at attack on Dathomir that caused the deaths of many Jedi before I was captured and tortured for two years."

"When I finally escaped, I learned of my grandson Zeven and found he was being trained as a Nightbrother and discovered that my daughter had my granddaughter, Zayla. I kidnapped her and took her back to the Jedi homeworld so that she wouldn't experience the same thing that her mother and brother had turned into..."

"That was when the Jedi finally had enough of me and placed me in prison permanently under cryostasis..."

Looking at them, he waved his hand again and the images disappeared.

"However, I was too valuable of an asset to just sit frozen... An event occurred that made the Rebels and the Jedi look to me for an answer. This was several years later after I was placed in, and they were running out of answers on how to stop the threat, so they pulled me out. The idea was that they would use me to stop their problems and then place me back in cryostasis. However, they knew full well that if I was out again, I'd probably wouldn't be so keen on going back in cryostasis. So, they pumped so many drugs in me that I would do what they needed and then they could put me back."

"The threat involved the Empire and the Sith. They had worked together on a project that allowed them to distort space by using the Dark Side. Something similar to a Force Storm, but with the Empire's technology, something new. This power allowed them to direct this anomaly and destroy what they needed. The Alliance decided to send me in and destroy their technology so that they couldn't use it again. Myself and several others went to stop it, but the mission went astray. I successfully stopped it, but my team and I were sucked in by this distortion. When we woke up, we were on the same planet, but in this dimension, this reality..."

"Due to the fact that we were in this alternate reality without knowing a way to return, the team decided to freeze me in cryostasis again. The world that the Galactic Republic, that your faction found me on, was the same world we stopped the threat. Like I said earlier, this Galaxy and my Galaxy had many things in common and there was a facility there that was unused. They placed me in until you folks found me hundreds of years later, after the Gulag Virus took it's toll..."

Relighting his pipe, he took a deep inhale, now knowing the news would become even worse.

"This was not the only reason I brought you here. I know all of this because the person who was partly responsible for that threat, who created that anomaly that brought me here, was the same Sith spirit that had been trapped in my head. At one point, he was successfully expelled from my mind and allowed for me to slowly heal but he became a blight upon my Galaxy. He's the reason I'm here and he is also here, because he was caught in the distortion."

"He was never truly a man, a being of any kind. He was a Dark Spirit, a demon of pure malice and hatred and evil who had free will and was sapient and sentient. He is over five thousand years old and he has killed millions of people..."

Waving his hand one more time, the life size image appeared before them, a frightening visage.

"His name is Malic..."

"He managed to save himself from being destroyed by going back into my mind but he has freed himself in this Galaxy with a cloned body from the Arkanians. Controlling me without knowing, he created a Sithspawn. That was why I disappeared many times with all of you wondering why..."

"He is, without a doubt, the greatest enemy I've ever faced and one that has the worst intentions for this Galaxy. He has no plans to be an emperor or to rule over others, but he also isn't simply an agent of chaos for no reason. He has a plan, and his plan, thought I have no idea of it, is something far more terrible then anything I can expect."

"The hooded image you see is all you can see of him. I've tried everything I can to see inside but all there is darkness and I don't know his true appearance. He is also unable to be killed as far as I can tell..."

"He's been in buildings that have been destroyed and he has survived... He was in a starship that exploded in space and he survived... He's had a lightsaber brought to his head and almost bisected in half and he's survived. There's something about him, something that allows him to create shadows if you will. They come out of him like arms and came form themselves into weapons like swords and knives. He's also able to use them to reconnect himself. When he was a Dark Spirit, I didn't believe he was truly invincible, but so many have tried to stop him and have failed. Since he was a spirit, I assumed he was immortal but capable of being killed, but I failed..."

"With his new body, he may be stopped, but if he traded one form for another, it's only because he's closer to completing his plans and he's even more dangerous then he was before..."

Falling on his tail, he looked at the assembly.

"I am so... sorry..."

[member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Nameless One"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Nameless One]

She was listening to him while staying there with the others and taking notes with her datapad to try and understand all of it. Mostly it was also to add the record and conversation to the minutes so she could go back and review it if need be. The rest of his story well.... she was looking over more of the things so all of her attention went to the others in the room and she shrugged. Not really sure where it goes from here or what the others would say about the situation while waiting for the grandmaster to speak. When in doubt take the cue from the leaders... or from Mantic... really it could be from any of them. She just wasn't sure how to respond as the idea of alternate dimensions was complicated and not something you messed with easily.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Listening to the story Mantic felt his jaws drop several times as one after another incredible fact was revealed by the elderly jedi. He hoped that [member="Rafeesh"] was in the room somewhere, because he would have been fascinated by this tale, somehow touching in with his own fate.

Mantic had no time to search though, the tale required his attention and Mantic could not help but think that somewhere in all of this [member="Mak Manto"] was not only explaining himself but also asking for help. The hidden threat he mentioned was not only a danger for the jedi himself but the safety of the galaxy.
One more sith lord, some would say but knowing how [member="Mak Manto"] operated this would not have been brought up unless it held grave importance.

As the story had been told Mantic stepped forward.

"It is not my place to cast judgement over you, that is for the council in your order." he turned toward @schmi labooda and inclined his head before continuing.

"But, brother, I think I speak for many in the room when saying that despite that you perhaps must face consequences for keeping this secret from us..." he spoke with a dry voice. A tint of sadness striking his words.

"... the qustion closest to our hearts is simply - how may we help you?"


[member="Nameless One"][member="Joshua DragonsFlame"][member="Dune Rhur"]

 

[Dune Rhur]

Dune's normally neutral expression betrayed stunned surprise when [member="Mak Manto"] had finished his speech. This almost seemed beyond belief, like reading a paper on theoretical physics. It'd been long debated among the scientific community of the galaxy whether alternate dimensions existed, and if so, to what extent. Then there was this enemy cloaked in shadows, a Sith that could not die.

Even his highly evolved intelligence struggled to comprehend everything he'd just heard. Looking around, he could see the assembled Knights and Masters looking just as bewildered as he felt. Even for those not so inclined towards the sciences, this changed everything. He could think of no response and so, when [member="Mantic Dorn"] spoke, he listened.

Yes, of course the Order would support such a venerable Master, he thought while nodding at the end of Dorn's reply. He looked to [member="Shmi Labooda"] and [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] as well as The [member="Nameless One"] who was scrambling to keep up with her notes. What would they say, he wondered.

 

[Mak Manto]

"Help... me?"

Looking up, the desperation, the madness, the frantic mindset that had once plagued him for so many years when he had been in his own galaxy, the same emotions that had made many consider him a threat seemed to creep back as he looked at Mantic.

"You can't help me... I don't even know if you can help yourselves..."

"Malic is an source of hatred and cruelty. He's not your usual evil. This is not some Sith that any of you have ever faced before, that you will ever face! If we don't stop him, he will bathe the star-ways in the blood of trillions to complete his plans!"

"He's over 5,000 years old! Half of the High Council of the Old Jedi Order from my Galaxy went to stop him about a hundred years after he appeared and THEY couldn't stop him! All they could merely do was seal his spirit away in the artifact until I foolishly released him!"

Running his hand through his beard, he closed his eyes, hearing the faint laughter that had been in his mind for so long...

"I... I don't... He has done some of the most horrific things you can imagine and to make matters worse, he's spent many years studying Sith alchemy and midi-chlorian manipulation..."

"He has managed to create a way to extract midi-chlorians from beings to inject into himself to make himself stronger... Naturally, Force users are more valuable due to our high concentration, but he's looking for more power..."

[member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Nameless One"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Nameless One]

She was listening to him and keeping up with the notes while letting the attention go towards some of the others and what they said. "But we are smarter then them." She said it flatly and brought up some things on her datapad. "We have been working with permanent ways to trap darkside spirits and have created a solution. The soul snare is prismatic crystal with veins of solari allowing jedi to infuse it with the lightside and capture dark entities behind a wall of light. Given how the crystals have been used to hold tens of thousands of slain in the past with no way to release them, we can easily capture one." She wondered what the others were going to say but stayed there standing ready for anything with a look on her face and the different data on the screens and her notes.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Arisa wasn't familiar with Master Manto, but he had seemed to have something very important to share, so she had decided to sit in and give him a listen. She hadn't been quite sure what to expect from him, but she never would have begun to imagine a revelation like that - a reality hopping doppelgänger (maybe?). However, given recent events like the galaxy spanning Rapture, she didn't immediately dismiss his claims. The Force worked in mysterious ways.

While she had trouble processing the first part of her claims, she was quite familiar with the concept of possession and the persistence of fearful Sith who would stop at nothing to cling to life. The Sith ideology was one of self-destructive defiance. Pinning down a determined Sith would be no easy task, but she knew there were some means available to do so, one method already suggested by one of her peers. She could try to enlist the aid of Suravi herself. While the Senator was no Jedi, she had experience developing countermeasures against Force Users. The Kiribians had long mastered the discipline of alchemy over the centuries in their pursuit of knowledge.

 

[Pinda Solthar]

Her smile turned flat over the course of his speech, it was much as she expected though not something of this caliber. The voices of those who gathered started to rumble, and emotion filled the room to which she was highly susceptible. She felt it well up, and push against the dam that held it all back. This shook them to their core, because it brought on new complications, this time however they were unsure of the circumstances.

She turned and looked to [member="Dune Rhur"] who had looked to her for guidance. She stepped forward, standing next to [member="Mantic Dorn"] .She raised her hand, and along with it her voice to get the attention of the others. "Alright, alright. Please calm yourselves." she turned to her side, and looked to [member="Mak Manto"] "This is unexpected news...I must say even I was surprised. However, now isn't the time to cast shame...you've informed us at least. Now we must deal with it." she said, then she turned to face the audience.

"I understand your confusion...but we are Jedi, and now isn't the time to squabble amongst ourselves when the existence of our Galaxy is threatened. However high the odds are stacked against us, we must do what we have been called to do. Our lack of action could come with a cost, we can't afford that any longer. We must stand." she looked to Mantic who was directly next to her, and then she turned her head to Mak.

"Mak Manto, our predecessors of your time have accomplished sealing this entity away succeeding in that matter. We shall approach this in the same manner, if our methods to completely destroy such a being fails. However, you've more knowledge on this subject than anyone else in this room...will you stand with us?" She said reaching out her hand...

[member="Nameless One"] | [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

It was a lot to process.

The man not being the Jedi they knew... From another timeline, another dimension entirely... While Josh was very curious about his past and wished to pick the brain of his fellow councilman, Josh did not know the man personally, so his "not being who they thought he was" was of no concern to him. But this talk of a threat... They'd have to deal with that.

He remained calm, letting the others who knew him more speak. The Grandmaster was correct in there needing to be no bickering between them... If their galaxy was very much threatened, then they needed to stop whatever was doing so. That was their duty, as Jedi.

His gaze fell on Master Manto, awaiting answers on how to possibly destroy said threat.

 

[Mak Manto]

"You can't stop him that way anymore..."

He wrung his hands together, somewhat nauseated at the thought of what he was going to tell them.

"He's no longer a Dark Spirit or a ghost of any kind. He's... I guess he would be a Sithspawn. He transferred his consciousness into this body and is now loose in the Galaxy. It offers him some weaknesses that he formerly had, but he may have some of the powers he did before..."

Hearing what Shmi wanted, he saw her extend her hand and for a second, he hesitated. Was it for the rest of them to handle? Was this their problem to take care of? He remembered, though, that by being alone, fighting by himself, he had alienated virtually most of his friends and family, his fellow Jedi turning away due to his unpredictability and manic attitude.

"I'll do whatever it takes to stop him. I still stand you all of you..."

Grabbing her hand, he lifted himself up, nodding as he looked at her.

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Nameless One"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Dune Rhur]

This Sith, no this Sithspawn, that gave them something to work with. Even a Leviathan had weaknesses that could be used against it, no matter how huge that it was. He was a Bith of science!

"If this...being is a kind of Sithspawn, then he will be hampered by physical weaknesses like any other."

Stepping forward, Dune gestured as he spoke.

"Master Manto, if you could provide what details you know of this Sith creature, surely the Archives could provide some information. Alternate realities would be subject to the laws of science. Armed with that, we could proceed in such a way as to defeat whatever this being is."

[member="Mak Manto"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Nameless One"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Nameless One]

A sithspawn.... She was looking at him and listening to some of the things. "We have developed force light weapons and equipment to handle sithspawn. The research division of Sasori makes ne things to combat the darkside in all of its forms." She remained there practical and brought up the design of the force light crystals and weapons they had developed to penetrate the thickest of hides. "We have worked alongside some of their researcher make upgrades to it as well such as with the force sigils allowing high resistance to mental attacks, force techniques of the darkside and even being drained by the force energies. Whatever this sith lord or sithspawn throws at us there is a solution to the problem."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

A Sithspawn.... Interesting. He thought this over for a moment, before speaking.

"Master Manto, you may not be the Master Manto that others here may have known, but personally, I haven't known you long enough to know you as anybody then what stands before me now. So when it comes to your revelation... Everything's gravy with me, and I still look forward to working with you" He remarked with a light smile.

"As for this Sithspawn... It is as the Grandmaster says. We are all willing to stand with you, and stand together, to take on this Sithspawn. Whether you had something to do with it and want to take responsibility to try and fight it yourself or not... This Sithspawn is threatening the peace of this galaxy, a peace that the Jedi are sworn to protect. We will fight by your side" He added.

"The question now is... What's our next move?"

 

[Mak Manto]

Nodding to both Jedi, he waved his hand another time and the miniature Mak came out once more.

"Present all information you have on Malic, please..."

Nodding, the image came back of the Sith and the miniature Mak spoke, his voice becoming louder for the room.

"The Sith known as Malic appeared roughly 5,000 years ago, including the eight hundred years Mak was in cryostasis, in the Galaxy that Mak called home. How he came into being is not known. Mak has theorized that perhaps Malic was the result of an experiment by a Sith Master, or perhaps that he was a being of Chaos who eventually appeared in our Galaxy, or maybe that he was simply born from the evil inherent in all hearts."

"However it happened, deaths around the Galaxy began to mount as images and reports showed a hooded dark being killing people. A hundred years after these deaths started, the Jedi Order became aware of Malic. The reason why the Jedi of that time didn't find out about Malic sooner is most likely due to the Great Hyperspace War occurring around that time, having the Jedi focus on those matters."

"The Council sent several Jedi to investigate the murders and the hooded sorcerer. However, the Jedi Order was dismayed when they returned to Ossus in a crate in multuple pieces. From there, the Jedi Order sent two Masters to intercept and destroy him, but they fell also. During this time, Malic's attacks escalated as he destroyed cities on several planets, having the Order send half of the Council to stop Malic."

"In a destructive battle, Malic was finally sealed within an artifact. Though, the Council was worried that having an artifact on Ossus in the recesses of the archives would be too dangerous lest an apprentice came upon it or Malic's will became stronger and influenced a Jedi to release him. In the end, the artifact was brought to Blenjeel, a world in the Mid Rim that had no population on it due to the creatures that ate anything almost quickly and the changing landscape."

"There Malic stayed in an unmarked cave for thousands of years until, by chance, he exerted his will enough to intercept a being: Mak Manto. Needing a planet to hide from the Empire during the Purge, Mak chose Blenjeel, never knowing why. For ten years, he stayed on the planet, never knowing Malic was there, though he had noted there was something strange on the world. When Mak finally left, he would return years later due to the presence and from there he found the artifact and released Malic in his mind."

"Over the course of many years, Malic mentally scarred Mak until he finally took control of his body and began a campaign of terror in the Galaxy. Destroying Mak's name and reputation, hundreds died until Hawk Hinata brought Mak back, releasing Malic into the Galaxy."

"Malic's true nature is one of ordered chaos. His plan is unknown but his unabated cruelty and sinister nature has him commit heinous and despicable acts to simply cause fear, terror and distress. The shadows, as Mak stated, are his greatest asset. They can form themselves into stabbing weapons and if cut off, they can be directed by Malic to become throwing weapons, along with helping reform his body after suffering major wounds. He was also capable of storing weapons and tools within the shadows.

"Also, In his time studying Sith alchemy and midi-chlorian manipulation, Malic has also developed mechu-deru vitae, souls converted to become his own army...

"This is all the known data that is available on Malic. With his being a Sithspawn now, I have no information involving his transformation."

Disappearing, Mak picked up the holocron and stored it back in his pocket. Hearing everyone's words, he smiled for the first time since he had been here.

"Thank you, to all of you for your words and plans on how to stop him. All I can tell you is that the best way to find him is to keep an eye open for sudden deaths that are unexplainable. Also, contact every ally and amicable relationship with factions that we have to inform them of Malic. He will not want to stay out of the limelight. Sooner or later, he will reappear, making himself known."

"If any of you have ways that can defeat a Sithspawn, prepare now."

[member="Nameless One"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]