Sesran awaited landing adjacent to the Command center, hidden among the Dark Jedi, anyone could fit in. It was more about your innermost beliefs, what you follow. Or what you understand, though the Sith code meant little to Sesran, similarities between his ideals and the Sith were too real. He used the dark side for personal gain, he would like to think that he serves no one, but aboard the transport cruiser masqueraded, he still served.

[color=f7976a]*Through passion, strength. And through it, power, and power leads to victory*[/color]

Such empty phrases muttered from others around him, perhaps dark Jedi who only attempted to meld with the dark side. Having similar wants or needs does not make it any better to follow blindly. Sesran knew where he stood. And prepared to drop. He had never fought with Jedi before, but slaughtering them would only bring him one step closer to his own victory. He would never be ecstatic. His emotion nearly stripped from years of torture. 
He looked across the cabin to see a pale skinned, violet eyed Vahla girl, somewhat young for a mission as this.
He spoke from under his hood to her.

[@Mcmolly]
[color=ed1c24]"What is it that you think about all these... 'Sith' here, some of these Sith in Jedi Robes. They may as well be Jedi with short fuses. Not to say they cannot be Sith, but their constant nagging of the code again and again. Would make one think they try to hard, and for nothing if they don't believe. What is it you believe?"
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He waited for an answer.

[color=6ecff6](landing after inner conversation, or with anyone else.)
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[color=ed1c24]"There is no peace-"[/color] he said to himself before the transport landed. As he stepped to the ground below he spoke.

[color=ed1c24]"Only adversity, and abhorrence-"[/color]