Ithan Kando returned to his quarters, pleased with the days work. In the eight standard days since they had struck against the hated republic’s capital, much had been achieved. None of the Jedi prisoners had become true Sith yet, but several had taken steps in the right direction. And there had, as expected, been a few fatalities. Only the worthy would become Sith. The remainder, would remain prisoners or die. Some deaths would help bring the worthy over to the right cause. Others would, quite simply, be meaningless.

After sealing his quarters, he removed his armor, one piece at a time, hanging it on a rack in one of his small side-chambers. He did not hurry. There was no need for that. Afterwards, he donned his Sith robes before walking over to the room dedicated to communications technology. Using the consoles, he easily established a secure, encrypted connection his master, who surprisingly to many was no Sith. “Moff Katherion. You wanted to talk?” He asked, standing at attention before the holoprojector.

“Yes, Inquisitor. I did.” The Moff answered. “How goes it with the prisoners?”

“It goes well, Moff. None have turned yet, but it is clear several of them have a hard time resisting. There is hope for them yet. It will take time, but time they will get.” He answered, not moving a limb. 

“Good. What was your last act?” The moff asked, curious.

“I removed that prisoner from the Sensory Deprivation chamber, where it had been for the past four days. The exposure has clearly weakened this prisoner. I recommend keeping said prisoner under constant observation.” Ithan did not dare let anything be up to chance now. “Are we far out from our target?” He added at the end.

“Interesting.” the moff answered. “We are still some distance away. Our route was never direct, and this ship was never built for speed. It has heavy armoring, stout shields and significant armaments, but it lacks a similarly strong hyperdrive. We will arrive when we arrive. Not a moment before. Continue with your work and keep me appraised.”

“As you wish.” Ithan answered, and the holoprojector shut down.

[center]~| Four hours later. |~[/center]

“Why do you persist in serving him? You are Sith, he is not.” she asked Ithan. In the dim light, it was impossible for anyone to see who it was, and the room twisted any voice beyond recognition, but he knew exactly who it was. He smiled beneath his mask.

“My life, is his. Without him, I would be dead. I see him rising far, and when he does, I will be rise with him. You would not understand.” Ithan answered.

The visitor did indeed not understand. “There is more, is there not?”

“You’ll never know. Now leave me.” Ithan could sense his visitor leaving, clearly unsatisfied, but knowing no satisfaction were to be had. He smiled. It had been a while since the previous visit now. Getting to his feet, he quickly found the object left behind. He did not gaze at it, simply slid it into a small pocket. He would deliver that to Darth Nyiss at his first opportunity to do so without anyone else noticing. What the object was, was none of his business. Failure to comprehend that the first time around had cost him his voice. He did not wish to repeat that mistake.

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