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When darkness falls exited hyperspace just over the atmosphere of Falleen. One of techniques mentioned in the books was precise calculations of hyperspace jumps without a computer. Abaddon had used a computer for the most part but had gotten himself this close with his guidence of the force.

 

The books he had brought held a wealth of information. The volumes were written by Palpatine himself. Supposedly there was a complete library of the "whole book" hidden somewhere. But it was lost sometime after his death...lost or hidden. Abaddon lusted for this information but for now he had a few volumes in which to study. The technique he had just used was a small part of it...but a couple of chapters in the massive volumes that would make any sith cry just to read.

 

Abaddon would practice every technique he could find of them, tell he mastered each individual technique. He turned to his apprentice his thought collecting themselves.

 

"where the hell did they deliver it too?"

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Abaddon nodded. He guided the ship appropriately.

 

Sometime later they pulled beside the large vessel, perhaps a hundred meters in length in glimmered against the light of the systems sun.

 

"There it is. We'll dock it and you can land it. From there well decide what next." Abaddon said. Brushing his ship against the others hull till the ports matched up and docked.

 

The young sith went into the ship and Abaddon disconnected from the other larger vessel . Abaddon guided his ship into the atmosphere and landed it in a clearing not far from a city. He awaited his apprentice to descend and join him.

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::Despite the large size of the ship, the plain Abaddon chose was large enough for Ahriman to land. Once the Starweaver was secure, Ahriman departed to join his master.::

 

Do you nothing of the natives here, Master? My foresight only showed me that they were bipedal reptiles.

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Abaddon turned to his apprentice nodding at his intelligence. He was nodding more in thought than anything else really.

 

"The Falleen are exotic, reptilian humanoids with scaled skin, cold blood, and pigmentation that alters according to mood. The sleek symmetry of Falleen features makes them among the most beautiful of all humanoid species. Enhancing that physical appeal are natural pheromones that make them practically irresistible to the opposite sex. They have harnessed the ability to control their skin color and have learned to use it as a covert weapon, reverting from their normal shades of gray-green to red or orange, for example, in order to exude an essence of confidence or mastery. Falleen have exceptional lung capcity, allowing them to stay submerged for prolonged periods. The Falleen are long-lived, with life spans averaging 250 standard years.

Falleen are by nature a secretive species. They tend to be patient and pensive, and shun public displays of emotion. They possess an air of superiority for their discipline, and disdain the more openly passionate species of the galaxy for their lack of control. This bias has prevented the Falleen from spreading throughout the galaxy. Cultural arrogance fosters the belief that their homeworld of Falleen is the bastion of galactic civilization, and to travel elsewhere is folly. " He said pausing at one of the vendors selling parts to a blaster he hadnt seen in many years.

 

 

"Falleen society is feudal, with noble houses ruling over lower classes. The upper echelons of Falleen monarchies are rife with political intrigue, but these rarely spill over into disputes or open warfare. Young Falleen nobles often spend a portion of their adolescence exploring the rest of the galaxy on a character-building "pilgrimage" meant to further cement the notion of Falleen superiority. " The piece was an older blaster but its power cell was double the usual size, designed to produce a larger blast. It was given up for practical use because it wasted to much energy and was far from relaible.

 

"A decade before the Battle of Endor, the Falleen homeworld was the site of a biological warfare laboratory established by Darth Vader as a personal project. A terrible accident occurred, unleashing a mutant tissue-destroying bacterium into the surrounding area. To spare the rest of the populace the effects of the lethal pathogen, Vader ordered an orbital bombardment to contain the contamination. A city of 200,000 Falleen was utterly destroyed by Imperial cannons. " He said thoughtfully studying the design with continued interest.

 

"This tragedy produced two notable outcomes. It gave Prince Xizor, the powerful Falleen leader of the Black Sun criminal empire, reason to hold a vendetta against Vader. It also furthered the isolationist spirit of the Falleen people so much so that even after the collapse of the Empire, they were not interested in joining the galactic government." He said finishing with a brief history.

 

The fomer weapons master inspected it one last moment then sit it down as he turned to his apprentice to study him for a moment.

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Jareth guided the Tigershark to the large clearing where Master Abaddon had landed his ship. There was enough room there for him to land easily.

 

Jareth tied his cloak about his neck and pulled the hood over his white hair.

 

He quickly found Abaddon and his apprentice, and spoke as he approached.

 

"Master Abaddon, What brings us to Falleen?"

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Abaddon looked at him with a smile. "As I told you before, Lord Vermillious. Our destiny. The original purpose is for the acquirement of my apprentice's ship. But within me I feel there is far more too it than that." Abaddon trailed off his mind trying to place feelings and shadows of the future into figures and ideas he could identify.

 

He shrugged it off.

 

"Ahriman. What do you see?" He knew the apprentice had a far deeper understanding of the future, though his understanding of it chronology was about as reliable as a Smugglers word. He shook his head. The apprentice had a nack for it regaurdless, from Mimban he could tell. He was able to forsee with vivid images what took Abaddon hours of preperation and concentration to see.

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I see answers, and the possiblity of the aquisition of a planet more than suitable to our needs. We must travel to the city of Venthalana, there is a shrine there in the red light district, created by dark side adepts in worship of three Sith artifacts. They use their powers to effectively rule their territory as shadow lords. Furthermore, there is a high stakes sabacc tournament in the same relative area. There I can use my talents to win the deed to a most useful asset, the planet Dathomir, which is home to a breed of rancors particularily accomadating to Sith alchemy, and much more...

 

With the falleen, I have been reading alot about Sith alchemy and using poison to induce anger. Perhaps we can alter their pheromones with alchemy to create a similiar effect?

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Abaddon nodded at the apprentice. "Very well. In that case youll probably be needing a weapon." Abaddon removed a blade and sheath from his back. A sith sword he hadnt used since his apprentice ship, its cool blade still as sharp as the day he was given it. A design forgotten long ago with the death of the sith alchemists.

 

Coincidentally that was tightly tied in with what they were going to find....

 

Abaddon handed the sheath to the apprentice and demostrated the blades uses. He marked in the air the attack points across the opponent. The blade was designed as a stabbing and slashing weapon, the handled contoured for wrist and body action as one. Abaddon demonstrated the proper stances wielding the sword with ease. Perfectly weighted it was an excellent weapon for an apprentice of the force.

 

Abaddon smiled tossing the blade into the air and catching it between his thumb and forfinger just before it hit the ground. He then presented it hilt first to Ahriman.

 

"Use it well." He turned moving toward a robed falleen, he continued toward it as if about to do buisness. Then he suddenly lashed out smashed his fist into the creatures head and scooped it up afterward in one motion. With the head in his hands he drove his other elbow into it.

 

The creature instantly fell unconscious.

 

"He has swoops in the next bay." Abaddon pointed to the sign "Lets go."

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Seeing Abaddon pass a weapon to his apprentice made Jareth come to the realization that he did not know whether his own apprentice was armed or not.

 

"Have you any weapons Tyler?" he spoke as he turned to face him.

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From within his cloak, Jareth pulled a small box and handed it to Tzeentch.

 

"Here, this should buy your way into the tournament once it starts." he spoke as he opened the box to reveal the credits inside.

 

Jareth then turned to the remaining members of his party.

 

"Perhaps we should split up. Cheating on Sabaac, even as discretely as Tzeentch most certainly is, is a risky endeavor. It would be best if the four of us did not appear together."

 

Jareth then turned to his apprentice who still had not answered his question. Jareth balled his fist and struck him on the top of his head as if to jar his brain.

 

"Alive in there?" He spoke as his hand fell back to it's side. From the back of his utility belt, Jareth pulled one of his twin chrome blasters and handed it to Tyler.

 

"Try to conceal it. I don't know if these places allow weapons. That's not to say people aren't armed, but lets not bust in guns blazing eh?"

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:: Ahriman felt the balance of the blade and could tell that it was well crafted. While by no means a soldier, Ahriman had taken fencing lessons and could handle a blade with a certain degree of skill.::

 

If we wish to have further operations on Falleen, gaining control of the shrine could prove a valuable asset. Since the current owners rule through their fledgling understanding of the Force, a suitably spectacular display of your powers which would result in something to the effect of their intestines decorating the ceiling should result in control passing to our hands, master.

 

Power perceived is power achieved.

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Abaddon nodded at Ahriman.

 

"Very well then lets waste no more time here." Abaddon said straddling a swoop his robes fluttering behind him. He ordered his apprentice in on the second seat of the bike.

 

"Im afraid we have another location before we mess with the Sabacc tables, or so our guide here puts it" Abaddon stated at Jareth. The new Sith Lord was handling his apprentice well.

 

"To the temple."

 

The 4 soon arrived at their destination....

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Once they arrived at the Temple Tyler turned to his master and bowed his head.

 

"I apolloguise for being distracted Master. I have been pondering some of the concepts in the books that you gave. The knowledge is most interesting and I have been pre-occupied with thought. I will try to stay with the moment."

 

Tyler hoped that he had not angered Jareth.

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"Well there are certainly worse things you could have been focused on. At least you realize your error. Tell me what you feel about this temple? Can you sense the dark energy, and the weakness of those who dwell here?"

 

Jareth awaited his reply, and gave a nod to Abaddon.

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Abaddon stares at the large temple structure before them. The Sith master looked briefly at the Sith Lord and his apprentice and then back at his own apprentice.

 

"Jareth, You will follow me in closely...." He stretched out with the force focusing on the body positions and the various beings inside. "I can sense the heads of state...the masters sit around a square pillar in the center of the room, a shrine. There are four, one at each side of the pillar. Two guards stand at the front entrance and two more behind them. There are various others throughout the Building. But If we move quickly we will have only those four and the four around the center column." Abaddon said his voice tense with concentration over the room. His eyes closed his face hidden beneath his hood he raised it once he was sure of the placement and layout. He had only a vague schematic of it inside his head, but it would serve his purpose.

 

"I will rush in and kill the first two guards. Jareth, you will guard my back as some of the closer guards are bound to come in while I dispose of the leaders. Ahriman and your apprentice will move in just behind us and kill the second set of guards by the doors. I am sure they can handle it." He said turning to his apprentice his thoughts reaching out to search the apprentice.

 

"You and Tyler will have a taste of combat...and you will love it. There is nothing like letting your hate flow. I want you to put every lost gamble and the anger of everything that has ever frustrated you against that being inside. He is on the right of the doorframe. Stretch out now and feel him, use only your hate and you will see him clear as day. Strike out against him. The thrill will be unmatched. I will instruct you further once inside, but this first step you must take on your own." Abaddon stated, his cold voice biting into the air.

 

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Abaddon rushed in, sensing Jareth behind him and the apprentices not far back beyond the Sith Lord. He drops to the ground and into a roll as two Faleen's axes fall into a cross their blades smashing into wood frames of the door. His saber ignited in his hands at just the right point of the roll that allowed the blade to slash the weapons barding his way in two. With a sizzle it whizzed through the air and then disengaged and he rose to his feet now inside.

 

His blade reignites in tinting the side of the enormous shrine like room which took up the entire first floor. He shrouds a large amount of it in his darkening presence for a moment rolling the blade over the hand of his sword arm and moving the figure 8 strikes across the first falleen guard then side kicking the second in the gut doubling him over and driving the face of the victim into the saber as it was brought to bare against his opponent. The lightsasaber aligned with his leg and the Falleen head cleaved in two as it met the red energy, head on (pun intended). The room filled with the smell of burnt flesh and Abaddon lept forward to attack the first of the 4 Master's of the temple. His shroud disapated till it only hid him and his weaponry.

 

He removed his Ghurka disarming the lightsaber and snapping it to the belt effortlessly through the force. The black blade covered blood shimmered in the darkness of Abaddons shroud. The force blackness, the very physical representation of his hate filled heart.

 

Force lightning poured from his fingertips in a flash pushing the nearest master into his chair as Abaddon brought the Ghruka in its chopping motion to sweep the head clean off the first Master....

 

A guard came before him and in mid air Abaddon grabbed a throwing knife, one of the longer ones. Perhaps 12inches in length, he tossed it. The enormous dagger dug deep into the flesh of the first guard and master Impaling them into the pillar. But before they could die Abaddon moved his Ghurka and in a single stroke both heads disappeared”¦

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Jareth watched in awe as what was a seemingly peaceful scene turned into a chaotic rampage of murder. Blood soaked the floor already, but Master Abaddon in his infinite kindness had managed to leave some alive for Jareth to take care of.

 

As his saber crackled to life, he felt a guard closing fast on his left. His left hand sprung toward the man, and his head began to fill with pressure.

 

The Sith Lord's fist tightened, and as it did, so the force obeyed this command, and crushed the man's skull. His eyes bulged from their sockets, and his brain began to seep from cracks and tears that formed at the crown of his head. Within seconds, he fell lifeless to the floor.

 

Jareth continued walking the grand hall toward the Master he had chosen to be his prey. As he continued, two guards ran at him from behind. Without turning his eyes from his mark, he slaughtered them both with two quick spins of his crimson blade behind his back.

 

He trudged on through the blood that was beginning to coagulate and stick to his black boots, dragging his saber along the floor and causing a large black, molten streak to be seen where he had travelled.

 

Once he was upon the master, he reached a gloved hand out and grasped him by the jaw. Jareth's fingers tightened, and he could see the fear in the eyes of the Faleen high-lord. The man was weak before the power of the darkside, and Jareth took every advantage of this to strike fear deep into his heart before ultimately murdering him.

 

The Falleen's screams of fear quickly became screams of ultimate pain and then choking silence as Jareth disengaged his saber, clasped a hand around each side of the man's neck, and ripped the flesh from it, peeling it until nothing but a neck-bone remained. The falleen's head sat atop a stick of vertabrae, and all the blood in his body exited him in quick spurts from his jugular.

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Abaddon smiled at the blood filled havoc Jareth was causing. He however had little time to sit and watch with pleasure the next of the guard was moving in to attack him. Abaddon smiled and put away his Ghurka. His smirk turned vicious as the Axe like weapon came down toward his shoulder. He side stepped it grabbing it with the force of his arm and using the force to twist the shaft in a counter clockwise motion, the same direction his hand was moving.

 

The Falleen found himself being flipped, his head smashing into the concrete like surface. Abaddon raised his gauntleted left hand in fist and concentrated with the force. Suddenly the chest of the Fallen erupted in blood as the ribs tore open from the sternum revealing the inards, intestine and lung alike flew from the now lifeless body. The face of which was frozen in that of sheer horror.

 

Abaddon smiled and turned the to the Highlord who was getting up to move away. The falleens axe still in Abaddon's hand, he tossed it, having the Highlord cut in half as he reached for his weapon. The heart of the man fell clean from the torso that had once held it and came to fall at Abaddon's feet, still beating softly before it faded. Blood poured across the throne.

 

 

The last Highlord now stood with his guard, armaments in hand. Abaddon scoffed a bit. He walked forward his steel backed boots usual echo now magnified in the pools of blood. He stood there, His darkness disapating, as he abosorbed their fear.

 

His hand suddenly dissapeared and then reapeared with 4 knives. The movment was so fast it wasnt even visible. Abaddon's face was cold as ice and just as hard. The steely expression gave way to another smile as the knives disappeared with a flick of his wrist and reappeared pining the Fallen to the Throne again.

 

The highest of the Lord's over Falleen found himself impaled at the wrists and ankles unable to move from the throne. A face of Horror on him. Just as the guard realized what was going on Abaddon had his escrima swords out and had sliced both through him. stabbing from stomach to spine, the distance had been closed with a blink of an eye. He turned the blades so their sharp ends pointed away from eachother and then cut the man in half in a rather un-symmetrical fashion. The length of the cut began from the head to somewhere abou the groin area, if once could have made that out through all the blood.

 

The bpdy erpupted in blood staining the entire area a crimson red. The smell of death and decay filled the air.

 

Abaddon moved back to the High Lord approaching him slowly feeding of the immobile creatures fear....

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Jareth was rather disappointed that the temple guard and the high lords did not prove themselves more challenging opponents. Nevertheless, he took a moment to revel in the bloodfest that he and his counterpart had incurred upon them. As Master Abaddon moved in toward the highest lord, Jareth reached through the force into the man's mind.

 

To the lord, Abaddon became a large fiery beast with horns and a forked tail. The sith master's boots were transformed into cloven hoofs, and flame ignited all around his body.

 

"Do not kill me my lord" The fallen shreiked as if he had seen the face of God himself.

 

Jareth marvelled in his own wonder. He had indeed grown powerful, and now had a chance to sit back and watch his illusion take effect. Abaddon was horrifying in his own right, but in his new illusionary form, the falleen was terrified beyond belief.

 

The sith lord waited as Abaddon did his worst.

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As Jzasa finished her preparations for stage and was exiting her room, she heard loud noises from the main hall. Knowing this wasn't normal, she retreated back to her room to see what would happen next.

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Abaddon walked forward his Ghurka in his hand. He illuminated himself and the sword in flame. The image of the Demonic figure Jareth had created now seemed more real than ever. Abaddon let his hate flow. His power consumed all present. The guards ceased there movement forward and fell to there knees as if sufficating from the sheer imensity of it.

 

Abaddon smiled inwardly lifting his free hand up. He seemed to take up the whole room, with or without the visual assistance of Jareth, his presence was commanding. Jareth's visual trick enhanced what the guards saw making them drop their swords in awe.

 

Abaddon closed his open hand in a fist and suddenly the man on the throne coughed blood. The sticky red fluid started oozing from his eyes and a green/red mixture of the same substance poured from the nose and ears. The mouth ushered it forth like a waterfall. The blood bubbled from the wounds at the ankles and wrists that held the body to the throne.

 

Then the body began to move violently spurting blood like a red carpet before Abaddon. And one word echoed from Abaddon's mouth.

 

"Judged."

 

Abaddon let the tip his flamming sword touch the ground before him. It erupted the 15 ft distance between him and the Highest of the Lords in flame. The carpet the body had spurted in blood was now aflame. The black red force flame consumed the area as Abaddons power had to the room.

 

Abaddon again let the blackness take over constraining all. Jareth and the other sith fell on one knee to keep breathing. The guards passed out in their bowed positions before Abaddon. He removed the curtain of his power.

 

The ground was transformed, now the blood had covered the entire ground and made a sick form of wall paper as it ran up the walls instead of down. Abaddon let the flames die as well revealing the corpses on all four thrones were removed.

 

Abaddon then walked toward the largest of the thrones and seated himself. Turning to Jareth he spoke mildly as if nothing had happened, his cold voice relaxed as he watched the guard pick themselves up from the ground.

 

"It has begun."

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Tyler could feel the fear flowing from the victims of the Sith lords within the temple. He smiled, wishing he was there with them. But he had been given a task.

 

Tyler turned to Ahriman"I'll take this one..."He said pionting to the guard on the left. "You take the other."

 

Tyler approached the man form behind, stopping and firing a blaster bolt into his right shoulder. The guard screamed out the pain. His shoulder blade a smoking hole, oozing hot blood. That should stop him from using his weapon arm. Tyler holstered his blaster and quickly approached the guard.

 

The falleen soldeir bearly had time to register what was hyappening before Tyler launched a paunch to the back of his head. With a thud the soldier fell to the ground face down. Kneeling over his victim Tyler yanked him by his collar turning him over.

 

I want to see the life being crushed out of your eyes.... Tyler could feel the carnage within the temple. It filled him with a dark glee.

 

With a demonic grin Tyler began to stamp on the guards chest with all his strength. He could feel the darkside flowing through his body energizing him, strengthening his blows. It felt good.

 

His chest crushed and broken, the guard began to splutter and cough up lumps of thick blood. From tyler estimation he had broken one of the mans ribs and it had punctured his lung.

 

Tyler could feel the Fallens suffering through the force....But it wasnt enough. Tyler decided to try controlling the force as he had when hed destroyed the rock.

 

What part of you can I crush? Tyler though to himself.

 

If he could crush a rock by controlling the force, then something as soft and suishy as an eyeball should be easy. Tyler smiled as he reached out with force, appyling pressure to the guards eye. The man began to scream out in agony. Tyler squeesed his hand shut. The force energy he had summoned obeyed his command.

 

In a splatter of blood the eyeball exploded. The Falleen let out a loud agonized scream. Tyler began to laugh as the wounded, broken guard lay on the ground twitching.

 

A buzz of power and strength ran through tyler body like an electric current. He never felt more alive than when he was crushing a pitiful being like the guard before him.

 

Tyler watched his victim spasm on the ground for a while...He soon became bored of the beings suffering and pulled out his blaster. The fallens' remaining eye widened in horror. He began to beg for mercy.

 

"Hey Buddy, im doing you a favour." tyler told the guard as he stood grinning , blaster aimed at the mans head.

 

Crouching down Tyler took the blaster and pushed the barrel into the Fallens bloody eyesocket. He pushed it deep inside, promting one final srceam of pain from the Falleen before he pulled the trigger.

 

In that instant the Falleens life blinked out in a moment of pure pain.

 

Tyler smiled down at the body savouring his handywork.

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Jareth felt his apprentice's rage, and was pleased. Through the force, he sent a message to Tyler who was still waiting, and covering their backs as he was ordered.

 

"To me young one."

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:: While everyone is bound by fate to some degree, there are always points where pivotal choices must be made. A crossroads of destiny as it were. Ahriman was at such a time now. On the one hand, in the confusion of the battle he could slip away, sell the Sith tomes he possessed, and return to normal life. On the other hand, he kills the guard and embraces the path of the Sith. It was not a difficult choice.

 

Ahriman drew the sword his master had given him in a smooth motion, while the guard brought his rifle to bear on him. With a lithe side step and a circular motion in his wrist, he sent the rifle flying out of the guard's hands.::

 

One path ends, and another begins.

 

:: Ahriman delivers a spinning horizontal slash, seperating the guard's head from his shoulders and creating a fountain of blood. He continues the spin adjusting his hold on the sword into a backhanded reverse grip. The blade enters the guard's body just below his sternum, and the point emerges from the stub that used to be the guard's neck.::

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Tyler heard his master's calling through the force. He watched as Ahriman killed his guard. Tyler wasnt sure what to make of Ahriman's hesitation.

 

Perhaps not everyone as ready to take a life...But Ahriman had killed the guard, good move. If he hadnt his master would not have tolerated it. Tyler wouldnt wnat to dissapoint Abaddon

 

The lives of these pitiful beings meant nothing to Tyler. It was like squashing a bug and he felt no remorse. Tyler gave Ahriman an evil grin as he left the room.

 

As he entered the next room he saw the carnage that the Sith lords had caused. He felt proud to serve them.

 

Tyler approached his master and stood silently, awaiting Jareth's command.

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As Tyler approached, Jareth probed his mind and pulled from it the scene that had occured outside the temple's inner chambers. The Sith Lord could see vividly the terror that his apprentice had caused within the falleen.

 

"You have taken a step into a new world apprentice."

 

Jareth then continued "We must wait now, and see what Master Abaddon wishes to do. Stay on guard, the worst might not yet have come to pass."

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Tyler bowed his head before his master.

 

" As you wish Master. I will not let one of these pitiful creatures catch me off guard."

 

Tyler hoped the worst had not yet passed. His lust for blood had not been sated. There where plenty more Falleen who he could help shuffle off this mortal coil.

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