[h2][center]Darth Imperious[/center][/h2]

In response, Khem spins around and yanks Gendry towards him with the Force, planting a powerful left hook into his nose to knock him away again. "This one's flesh is weak for Sith." I step up to Khem's side, spinning my saberstaff.

"Sucal's Sith aren't driven to survive the way I was." In this moment, my Imperial accent becomes far more pronounced. "Trained on dead planets or amongst weak minded fools, instead of competing against your peers, many of whom are favored above you for their strength or their race while you were consistently put to nearly impossible to complete tasks, others underestimating your strength and intelligence. It's sad really." I lash out with a Force Lightning Ball, aiming square for Gendry's chest. "These are simply shadows of a former glory."