The Edge of Nothing

[Asharad Graush]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Earlier in the Year,[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Few things in the Galaxy interested the young Sith Hybrid. He was taught to be an Assassin by his father, Darth Unimportant on Prakith after the One Sith Empire emerged into the Galaxy by striking at Coruscant so long ago. He had been nine when the armies of left. And a decade later, here he was, commanding his own force. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Not the same army.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A different one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A different name.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The First Order.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]When the One Sith had first come about they served the Dark Lord of the Sith, willfully. They were fanatics, Sith killing Sith perished from the Galaxy, they wholeheartedly believed in his words and actions, following his orders and performing above and beyond what was likely expected. They murdered thousands of their enemies in the Galactic Republic, claimed plenty of worlds in the last ten years. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]But then there were Sith that began to question the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord’s authority was put to the test many times when the enemy came to the very gates of Coruscant itself. They were beaten back, but to be challenged by their enemies? Those were slights that some Sith couldn’t let go, and they challenged the One Sith’s all seeing leader himself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Some were slain, others fled into the shadows, even more rose through the ranks. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Even after the Dark Lord of the One Sith was apparently slain, still it gained followers, still Sith and aspirants flocked to a slowly dying cause. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A’sharad personally thought it was necessary. The One Sith was merely a reincarnation of the previous Sith Empire. The Sith always returned and rebranded themselves, those were the lessons he had learned at the feet of his Father. His Master. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]At the feet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The Sith Hybrid’s shuttle landed on the planet of Tantorus. It was a planet covered with Sith Pureblood. The last of an endangered species. His father’s estate was on the planet, a place that he had fled to with the rest of A’sharad’s family members. They anticipated the fall of the One Sith, or perhaps an attack on Prakith. For such reasoning, they fled the planet to be amongst their own. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]It was an odd idea however, considering the way his Father regarded other species. Most of Acarus’s children resembled him, the features of a Pureblood. The colouring, the affinity for the Dark Side. Only him, A’sharad was different in appearance. Regardless, some of them had features that were not akin to himself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]However, A’sharad, the eldest remained the most different. His physique boasted the strength of his Father, even his visage had the stronger bone structure of a Pureblood, the bone density, everything. And yet, there was only one species A’sharad could guess that his father respected. The Yuuzhan Vong. Similar to the Sith Purebloods, they had a caste system. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]When he was younger, his Father spoke highly of the One Sith’s great allies, the Yuuzhan Vong. Great warriors, he recalled an event where he and a certain Myrshavong hunted down an Arkanian Dragon. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A recounted tale.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Thank the Force his Father wasn’t the sort that repeated stories.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]poodoo. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]That would’ve been horrible.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Starship descending towards the planet below, A’sharad closed his eyes as he normally did before combat. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Not that he was planning to fight anyone.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]No, he wanted to be completely focused when he spoke with his father. He wasn’t there to kill him, that would come at another time. Was he ready for that? Likely not. Darth Acarus himself admitted to killing his father in his own business of Tantorian Industries. The idea of doing the same to him was in mind, but he doubted it’d come to that. In Darth Acarus’s spot of owning the company was some unimportant CEO.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Him, he’d kill.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A’sharad’s right hand twitched, four fingers clenching into his fist as he disembarked from the landing pad outside of his home. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Second home? He had grown up on Prakith like most of his family, but he had only been to Tantorus briefly in the past, to visit the business that Father owned. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Powerful form crossed ground, well muscled legs carried his white clad appearance to the entrance of his home. Behind him, he was flanked by a handful of his now Prakith Household Guard. There were plenty of them left on the planet, all for whatever he saw fit. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Uninhibited by the guards of his Father’s home. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Had Father sensed me?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]In truth he paid little mind to the guards that stood at almost every corner, every bend, and every hall in the establishment. The more guards there were more, the closer he knew he was getting to his Father’s chambers. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Close by, his senses tingled, though he barely heeded them. A familiar feeling presence was reaching out to him, but it could’ve been any one of his siblings. He ignored them too. A’sharad had come to Tantorus for one purpose. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Information.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Shoving open the double doors of his Father’s office, he found him standing by a window, his dark robes matching that of the windows own curtains - He almost missed him, had it not been for the overwhelming power of the Dark Side radiating off of him so that even his son could feel him, he would’ve continued on to the connecting chambers. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Father.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Boy.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]There was no movement from Darth Acarus.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]His son twitched visibly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]You’re nervous.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]I’ve things to do, Father.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE]You do not. None that are important.[SIZE=14.6667px]” His words were dry. His voice was deep, guttural even as the form of Darth Acarus turned to face his son, skin that was more akin to charcoal rather than the crimson of their Pureblood brethren was seen, if one knew where to look in the shroud that he bore. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Anything is more beneficial than standing around staring out of a window,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]” he snapped. In the past, before his family had left, A’sharad had never spoken in such a way to his Father. To those beneath him, most certainly? But never to the head of the Household. There was no movement from Acarus as A’sharad’s draw clenched. He had been given power from his Father. An inch, so to speak. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]What person that called themselves a Sith was content with a mere inch? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The Sith Hybrid planned to do more than claim the proverbial mile. The power he had now, he would not relinquish it. Not willingly. Not to his hermit of a parent. If he had truly been the warrior that he claimed to be in their lessons, not once in his life had he shown it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Was it wisdom that stopped him, or was it all a lie? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]The Yuuzhan Vong are gone.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A pause. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Had he not known?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]But how could he, isolated by his own choice on Tantorus? The planet was not within the influence of the One Sith. It operated alone, formerly ruled by a Sith Lord that had been their King. Now slain, the planet remained idle, it took no part. With the dwindling power of the One Sith, its part shrunk even more. But it was still his Father, he knew he wasn't foolish enough to not have spies within the One Sith. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]He doesn't want to acknowledge that. He loves those aliens more than his own flesh.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]I want to find them. To see for myself if the stories you told of them were true.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Acarus’s words were as dry as ever. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]And what do you expect me to tell you? To find where they are for you?[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]An idea could work.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]As could a call over the HoloNet.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Both fists clenched this time. Only a few months away from his Father and he was as aggravating as ever. His Father had taught him much of the Force. But there had always been disappointment and resentment for the weapon that Acarus had created from his own flesh. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Acarus himself was reserved, calculating some would say. He planned his steps rather than running full tilt. It was how he lived day to day, it was how he fought. There were times when things hadn’t gone according to plan, but he improvised, adapting those plans so that the outcome would always be the same.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Emotionally? He was sound. Killing was a necessity. There was even a faint pleasure in it, but the Sith Lord had not taken a life in some years, and there was no need for it after he had acquired his wealth. Disgustingly, A’sharad had realized, his Father never spent any of it. It was saved. Hoarded. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]It was disgusting.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A’sharad was headstrong. Instead of being the reserved person that his Father was, he spoke his mind, even when he knew his opinion wasn’t warranted. Who was there to stop him? Even as a young child he could tell that his Father had grown soft in parenthood. The discipline his children received was frequent, but not as frequent as A’sharad dealt it out to those on Prakith. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]In a fight, he pressured his opponents. He forced them to surrender ground until there was that opening that would split them head from toe. There was no reprieve for his enemies, no surrender. A mistake meant death, and death meant failure. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A’sharad cared not for those he killed. Those who died, died. The Hybrid estimated his skills to be stronger than many of other Acolytes in the One Sith, all those he had slain, none were strong enough to transform into a ghost to haunt him. The dead were dead, those he slayed, were dead. As far as he was concerned, the dead could and would not bother him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]I wanted to see my family that badly.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]If only sarcasm and sass could kill. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Darth Acarus would’ve been slain on the spot. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Shame.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]"[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]I was on Selvaris when the One Sith's reach expanded to the planet. Even here, I heard that the planet was destroyed. You'll have to head to the colonies of the Yuuzhan Vong.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]" Darth Acarus had begun to explain. A'sharad was surprised to say the least that his Father was so forthcoming. Did he truly wish for him to run off so soon? Well, apparently he had no more need for his Apprentice and Son. Well then... Twas a shame some would say. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]"[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]I'll find a list on the HoloNet during my travels.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]" [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]There was a halt to the opening mouth of the Sith Lord. Almost questioning as to why he would care about such a thing. But he didn't. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A'sharad was disappointed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]He wanted to see him stutter when he fell. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]That was the beauty of the woman Acarus's Father had chosen to bear his children. It was nigh impossible for the Sith Lord to sense the intentions of his son. His time with the One Sith had taught him that a neutral expression did wonders. Much more mature from what his Father would've remembered as a temperamental child who would rage when he didn't get what he wanted. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Childish then.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Petty now.[/SIZE]

A blaster pistol was procured from his robes and he fired the shot off at his father.

Stun setting in effect, the vibrant sapphire rings of energy crashed into the Sith Pureblood's large form, causing him to stagger before he was struck with a second round of stuns and was then knocked unconscious with a force enhanced kick to the dome. There was plenty that his Father had taught about the One Sith's allies, the Yuuzhan Vong. War, bloodshed, they were just like A'sharad's Sith ancestors. The strong survived while the weak perished. Everything the warrior castes of both species did was to further their entire species.

But his information was limited to what his Father had explained to him, to what his incapacitated father had told him. Snapping his fingers, the guards that had accompanied the Hybrid entered the Office and picked up the form of Darth Acarus and began carrying him back to the landing pads, but a different one. This one was his Father's personal pad. The pad which held his Daisya Infiltrator.

"May as well let you be comfortable, Father," he said, speaking to himself as he passed the household guards, barely sparing looks for them. None would stop him. They were Sith. They knew this would be the last time they saw Acarus as the Household of their House, and they knew it would be the last time they saw A'sharad as the Heir of the House.

 

[Asharad Graush]

For weeks A'sharad and his Father travelled the Galaxy searching for signs of the Legion Yun'do. His Father knew little to anything of them, other than that they were based out of Selvaris, but the planet had been destroyed in recent times. Many of the Yuuzhan Vong had left the One Sith and her Hrosha-Gul because of it, explained Acarus. They had sacrificed much with very little given back in return. A'sharad already had a plan for what he wanted with the Yuuzhan Vong.

Naturally they hated the One Sith for what the rumours said had happened on Selvaris. They hated them for destroying their planet, or had it been the other way around? The Sith Hybrid didn't particularly care that much of the specifics, though he figured he may as well get them down by the time he actually met the Yun'do, which at this rate was never.

Sitting in front of his Father outside of his cell, A'sharad watched the Pureblood Sith Lord.

In captivity, A'sharad had treated him well. He was fed, chained to the wall of course with his arms restrained behind his back. Unfortunately that required his son to feed him as if he were a child. The awkwardness of the situation certainly didn't fall short in either of their minds, but it let the Acolyte feel powerful. There was no escape his Father. He would be used, and by the end of their journey, he would be dead. However he died, it would be because A'sharad wanted it to happen.

Around his neck was a force suppression collar as well, couldn't exactly having him use some Sith spells to free himself.

"Think, Father. Think. We've been to many of the planets the Yuuzhan Vong took in their first invasion of our Galaxy." Everyone knew that much about them, that's why most of them weren't around in the Galaxy. "You said they were governed by Warriors right? Where would a species based on warfare live?" From one side of the Galaxy to the other, A'sharad and his Father had crossed the Core from Tantorus in the Unknown Regions, to Selvaris for any signs of where the remaining members of the Legion would've disappeared to, and then they went to Garqi and several of the other planets that were invaded by the Yuuzhan Vong so many centuries ago.

The last planet A'sharad was able to think of was, Bimmiel.

"Bimmiel," Acarus's voice rumbled. "Perhaps." It had been some time that his Father had spoken, days perhaps. A'sharad left the ship, Acarus remained on it. That's how it worked, but this time A'sharad had no choice. He opened the holding cell for his Father and after a few moments he had been unchained and released from his bonds. Of course, he left the stun cuffs on because he wasn't that stupid, too many Sith were stupid. Too many people were stupid.

That's why he'd kill them.

He was doing the Galaxy a favour.

"Let's go."

There were a dozen or so guards on the ship. One of them was a pilot and he was the one who flew the ship. Definitely something he had to learn.

It only took a few hours for the Daisya to arrive at Bimmiel, uncloaked.

"Tell me there are signs of the Yuuzhan Vong."

One would think the young Sith Heir was expecting to see a formation of rocks spelling out:

" WE ARE HERE "​

​

But, the soldiers did as told nonetheless.

"Now we wait," Acarus said in place of A'sharad.

And his Son nodded slowly with the words after shooting a look over his shoulder at his Father.

Was that anticipation he had seen in his Father's eyes? Curious... What could he possibly be excited about?

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Asharad Graush"]

Barely a sound was made as the Hunters gathered some distance from the ship. They were cloaked in their oogliths, invisible to the naked eye. Their presence had no effect on the underlying ebb and flow of the Force.

Khallesh watched in silence. She had expected a scouting party. The Legion were mobile these days, rarely setting down longer than a few weeks at a time. They didn't have roots, it had hurt too much to have them pulled up over and over again.

The fleet was elsewhere, but there were a large number on the ground. Getting the Warrior Caste out was good for them, helped keep the infighting down.

Bimmiel had been held by the Yuuzhan Vong long ago. Their cortexes contained a great deal on how to make use of its natural resources. Resources they desperately needed.

No scouts. Just a ship alone. She had expected to catch a group disembarking. Why else would a lone ship land so close to their landing sites?

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad Graush disembarked from the Daisya Infiltrator with his Father in tow. Their darker than night cloaks shrouded them in darkness as they marched towards the Yuuzhan Vong Warior Encampment. The cloak concealed the lightsabre on his belt as he walked in the lead. If not for the force suppression collar his father wore he'd figure his neck would've been snapped in a heartbeat. They'll appreciate it. A member of my own caste wanting to be accepted by their culture? Had the Sith that destroyed them professed the same?

It doesn't matter anymore.

"Sweep the surrounding area. I don't want to lose my ship." He was young, but he was tall, as tall as the other Sith Purebloods that moved with him. Like the Yuuzhan Vong Warriors, the Sith Purebloods were also warriors. Armed with blasters, lightsabres and assortments of other ranged and melee weapons. They were decked out for war, but that was only to dishearten anyone wanting a true challenge. Of course, A'sharad hadn't taken into account the YV's want for pain and suffering.

No wonder the Sith had them under their heel for so long.

There was much pain and suffering at the hands of the One Sith.

And then, if uninhibited they would've approached the Camp, but from an angle where they would've been noticed. Concealed by the cloak he wore was his own Hydrastaff. Would they appreciate such a thing? He'd find out he imagined.

"Are you happy, Father?" He said as a small contingent of Yuuzhan Vong Warriors broke off from the camp and were heading towards them.

There was no answer from Darth Acarus as he watched and waited.

[member="Khallesh"]

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Asharad Graush"]

A group of Yuuzhan Vong warriors awaited the contingent on the other side of a small ridge. As the group approached they would now see movement on all sides. Cloaked Hunters moving around their position. Any of his men who went too far from the ship in other directions would eventually find challenge.

None of the Warriors spoke. The situation was curious. They waited to see what these infidels wanted.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Warriors meeting warriors.

They wouldn't have engaged unless antagonized for there was neither Acarus, nor A'sharad there to inhibit their actions.

"We seek the Legion Yun'Do." He said to the group of warriors. He could see that they were surrounded somewhat, but he didn't appear to be afraid. "Are you them?" He took a step. "We seek to fight alongside you." The Sith Acolyte and his Father only moved a handful of steps closer.

[member="Khallesh"]

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Asharad Graush"]

A vague outline moved through the ranks of Warriors as Khallesh approached. She peeled back the ooglith from her head, the hot flash of pain as the creature was reluctantly torn from her skin.

"Why?" the blunt question came back in the galactic basic language.

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad wasn't accustomed to being questioned, and his head snapped around to the side, neutral expression, or rather, a lack of one.

The Sith Acolyte said, "Their strength is well known. My Father," he waved a hand to the slightly taller black cloaked figure beside him. "Fought alongside many of your Yuuzhan Vong kin when you fought with the One Sith."

Golden orbs focused on the apparent leader.

[member="Khallesh"]

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Asharad Graush"]

Khallesh leaned to one side and shot the father a curious glance.

"So did many," came the terse reply. "Yet those same Sith were content enough to chase us from our homes. So again: why?"

 

[Asharad Graush]

"And we did not."

Asharad was almost never questioned, but here he was doing his best not to impale someone. His tongue slid across the front of his teeth.

Smooth. Clean.

"They took steps away from the One Sith Ways. They betrayed you as much as they did themselves."

"They should be destroyed. We want to help you do it."


[member="Khallesh"]

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Asharad Graush"]

Khallesh barked out an abrupt laugh. The others looked at her in confusion. It was not a noise that came from the Commander often.

"We have barely enough food to keep the entire Legion fed. We have supplies for the trip to whichever world our scouts identify as the next stopping point and that is all. Destroying the One Sith is a goal that doesn't even touch my concerns right now.

Answer me this: do you really want to help us or do you want our help in defeating the One Sith?"

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad didn't look amused, but his Father certainly did.

"We want to help you," the Sith Acolyte said, clasping his hands behind his back as he levelled his gaze with the Yuuzhan Vong. "With or without your help the One Sith will fall. With your help, it'll be quicker." The Sith Hybrid rolled his shoulders back as he straightened out his back. "We can wait out the fall of the One Sith and return home to where their reach no longer touches. We will be unaffected and unsought." There was a tilting of his head.

"Food can be provided for our illustrious allies."

[member="Khallesh"]

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Asharad Graush"]

Khallesh canted her head to one side. From behind the scars and tattoos discerning yellow eyes appraised the man as she considered his generous offer.

But the Yuuzhan Vong had been used before. And discarded when the One Sith decided to stop lying to them about the Dark Lord being an avatar of one of the Yun'O. It made Khallesh deeply mistrusting of any offers.

"And who is 'we'?" she asked.

 

[Asharad Graush]

The Sith Hybrid waved his hand to his Father and then behind him to where his ship had been landed.

"The Sith that serve me."

It was his turn to tilt his head.

There were many other Sith on the planet Tantorus that would serve him as well, but they would only do so after he had killed his Father. Evidence? They wouldn't need it when he was the only one to return. It'd take time, likely, but they would follow nonetheless.

"It was a mistake of foolish Sith, Sith that I do not intend to follow in the footsteps of, by ignoring the strength of the Yuuzhan Vong."

[member="Khallesh"]

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Asharad Graush"]

Khallesh narrowed her eyes in confusion. The Yuuzhan Vong language was relatively blunt and something in his response was lost in translation.

"We didn't count that many of you, how do you expect to feed our fleet?"

She had literally taken his expression to mean those he had gestured towards as the Sith that served him. Khallesh didn't attach a number to their people; that wasn't information she was willing to share easily.

 

[Asharad Graush]

"Many Sith serve my Father," he waved to Darth Acarus at his side, as if to emphasize that it was indeed his Father, though it was hard to actually discern that he wasn't human unless one was right in front of him.

"An entire planet." There was a tilting of his head. "Or any planet within the Unknown Regions." That was where Tantorus was, but he wasn't too keen on the Yuuzhan Vong... Feeding... Off of his planet, whatever that meant. A nearby one was likely better, especially considering the other Sith inhabitants wouldn't be too thrilled about it. Chances were it'd be a war across the entire planet, and the Yuuzhan Vong would feel betrayed again.

He doubted they'd flee a second time.

[member="Khallesh"]

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Asharad Graush"]

Khallesh continued to appraise the man carefully. The ‘Unknown Regions’ were matching their moniker less and less over the years. It seemed the galaxy had mostly ignored that region of the Galaxy, but since the Gulag plague many organisations had tried to organise the worlds in that sector.

“You offer us nothing unless you offer us something we could not take for ourselves. We will not settle for subservience again. The memory of Selvaris burning is still fresh. Be clear with what you offer and what you want in return. It is not my decision to make. You can explain it in full, or come before a the leaders of the Domains and Castes yourself, alone and make your offer in person.”

 

[Asharad Graush]

The Sith Acolyte refrained from showing his frustration with the current state of the conversation.

"And what can you not take for yourself?" A'sharad said, he was ready to offer them anything in his power, and even if it wasn't, he was certain he'd get the power so that he could. He would've continued on, but instead he just nodded his head in agreement.

"Not alone," he says. "My Father accompanies me." Matter of factly. Not as if his father was going to help him, not willingly anyway. But he made sure he couldn't voice his concerns.

[member="Khallesh"]