I stare out into space, looking towards a distant star system. I had completely abandoned the trappings of the Republic Chancellor, and was now wearing Sith Robes, fully embracing my role. Though the power of the dark side coursed through me, I was still in tremendous pain. None of my wounds form Coruscant had healed, and by all accounts, my body should be dead. It was only through Kreia that my broken bones supported me as I stood here. She'd told me stories of another of her apprentices who had suffered in a very similar way, surviving death on many occasions through sheer willpower. I would need to tap into that same ability to continue forward.
I walk out onto the observation deck and fall to a knee. "Bright Master, I have news on the prisoner. She continues to resist all forms of torture, though I can sense she is not unbreakable. In time, Gendry believes she will give into us."
I do not turn around, but the ghostly specter of Kreia appears behind me to address Ursa.
"She will break soon, but not soon enough. Already our enemies move to deliver the final strike against us. We will have to move forward without Hayden Twilight's consent. It will be more difficult, but it can be done. Bring her to me."
"Yes, Bright Master." I spare barely a glance at her meat puppet before rising and walking back the way I came.
I creep back into Trayus' body, speaking in his mind. "We are close, my apprentice. Soon, the galaxy will be brought to true balance; no more Sith, no more Jedi. The work of three hundred years, finally completed."
I nod, hearing the the vertebra cracking in my neck. "So close... Nothing will stand in my way... Everything I've sacrificed... It will be worth it..." A tear rolls down my sallow cheek.
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