[center][h2] - Set Harth, District 14 - [/h2][/center]
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Sighing, Set finished his runes and glyphs. "Believe me, I had no intention of going into this fight alone. I simply hoped to be fighting in a more clear field. But if you prefer to heroically stare in the distance until he's here instead of preparing, then feel free." Set never did get 'good guys'. He'd have thought they'd be overjoyed to remove potential civilian casualties from the battlefield. Oh well. If his plan worked he might be able to take down the big guy. After all, even a Sith Lord had weaknesses. And although Vader was better informed than Set had thought, none could match Set's vast knowledge. Vader might have studied the ancient Jedi and Sith, Set had met them.

As the Dark Lord approached, Set stood up from his work. He gave it a last glance, and silently prayed it would work. He had no chance of besting Vader in single combat, and he had no idea how helpful these other two would be against a Sith. Although he did hope that their level of confidence was justified. Well, nothing to do about it now. "So, Vader. Turns out you noticed me. I'd recommend not getting much closer than that, though." Set reached out and gestured, as if drawing an invisible line in front of Vader. "You know, you'd not be the first person to disappear after tracking me down. Shame to ruin your resurrection by dying so shortly after you've come back. So if you've got business with me, I'd recommend you talk from back there." Set looked Vader dead in the eye, unfazed by his practically demonic aura. Set had felt worse. In one hand he held his lightsaber, off for the moment. It was a long design, the hilt designed for his signature two-handed Form IV stance. He gestured to his two companions not to fight immediately, although he had no idea whether they'd listen. He just hoped they had the sense not to immediately charge into combat, as if they did, he had no way to guarantee their survival.