[Center][h2]Satele Shan [/h2][/center]

I smile kindly at Jerus. “I was not expecting to see you here. I thought I would be confronting Trayus alone. But since you are here, I have a very important job for you; keep Greshh safe. What is about to happen is going to be a bit... chaotic.”


[Center][h2]Salazar Greshh [/h2][/center]

I stir at the mention of my name, but I don’t have the strength to stand.”Satele...”


[Center][h2]Satele Shan [/h2][/center]

“Rest. I will take it from here.” I gave Sucal. “This has gone on long enough. I regret not stepping in sooner, but I needed time to discover just what exactly you were.”


[Center][h2]Darth Traya [/h2][/center]

“You waste your time.” Sucal’s mouth moves, but it is an elderly female voice that speaks the words. Sucal’s eyes glow purple, and his expression becomes one of horror. “While you and the scattered Jedi contemplated their next move, while these ‘Sith Hunters’ conspired in vain to stop me, I have been gathering my power. Setting all the pieces in place for one final move.”


[Center][h2]Satele Shan [/h2][/center]

“And this was all part of your plan? Bringing Mandalorians to Coruscant? Turning citizens against the Republic? Creating civil war?”


[Center][h2]Darth Traya [/h2][/center]

“One does not win a game without sacrificing pawns, and the Mandalorians made for excellent pawns indeed. Why else would I have allowed Meetra Surik to help bring them back to full strength?”