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Revan turned around to be confronted by a man. "Is there anything you want?" he hissed.
He wouldn't even need his saber. A good zap would be able to remove this lesser man.
Choking also worked fine, ever since his revival Revan had an urge to kill.

Damn it i never used to feel this way.

#64 waited for the Sith Lord, to see if he could penetrate Threk's severed connection with the force, or even to hear or know that he was there. Suddenly, #64's training senses heightened again, and he sensed a high midiclorian count, but not as high as this Sith's. Well, this is interesting, I wonder where the bounty hunter has gone off to?

The Sith spoke,"Is there anything you want?" Threk's face was still covered by the hood of his robes, but his expression was blank and remained unchanged. "you are a Sith, I presume yes? Your midiclorian count is high, but I doubt your 'force' can do much against me." At that moment a small smirk went through his mouth.

Raiden felt relieved and decided to think about moving. And he did but not before grabbing the blaster pistol beside him. Now on his feet he held the blaster in front of him pointing at the sith, why are you here. Doesnt you master need you to scrub his feet or something.

Voël looked down at the planets surface from his ship. He had plugged a wireless connector into himself, and he could control his vessel as he walked about the cabin.

"Are we there yet, Sweetie?" Voël asked the ship, not seeing anything but normal cityscape through the hull cameras.

"Nearly, Master." The AI responded, bringing up a distance counter. Voël nodded as it flashed down below a few miles, and he approached the boarding ramp. Once the counter hit zero, the ramp dropped, and he unplugged himself from the ship, tossing the connector back into the cockpit and issuing a verbal command to the AI.

"Keep an orbit around the planet. I don't like the way those spaceport workers looked at you last time we landed." He said, his voice coming out in a hiss through the modulators that enabled speech.

An affirmative beep told him that the ship understood, and he jumped out of the hatch, looking back up to see the vessel close its ramp and speed away. After he was sure that Sweetie was following his orders, he focused on the fact that he was hurtling towards the planets surface. This wasn't a major concern for Voël, but if he hit a building, the owners might have an issue. Namely, a large hole in their structure.

Before he could do any property damage, however, he spotted his landing zone and activated the repulsor engines in his legs, slowing his descent, and dropping to the platform with a light sound of metal striking metal.

"Ahh... Nothing like the smell of urban decay..." Voël said, his brain sending the signals to smile, which resulted in nothing visible, as his body lacked the ability to show emotion. It had been a while since he visited Coruscant, but he had recently finished a job for the Sith, and he had a head to cash in on. Not literally, of course, but he had recorded the conflict, as he had been ordered. The holorecord he had would show him repeatedly slamming an enemy into the ground, and various objects in the surrounding environment, before finally impaling them on his lightsaber wrist-blades. His handler would be pleased.

After a few minutes, Voël reached his destination, a small outpost with a few posters that hailed the great Sith leader, Darth Marek. Voël had never met the Dark Lord, but he had been in his presence once. The man had a commanding presence.

"CB-13, do you have proof of completion?" The clerk asked, sliding a holoprojector over the counter. Voël nodded and held his hand over the device for a moment, before pulling it back and watching the video that showed him killing one of the many enemies of the Sith. After re-watching it several times, the man nodded and hit a few keys on a screen behind the desk. Voël turned and walked away, his job completed. A slight disturbance registered on his audio receptors, and he made his way in the direction of what sounded like an explosion.

After a quick repulsor glide, Voël reached a cantina, which appeared to have been the victim of a rather destructive explosion.

I sympathize... However, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger... He thought, walking up to the door. Ooh... But, you have to live in order to grow stronger... He added to himself, noticing several burnt corpses.

"So, looks like an explosion, eh?" Voël said, standing at his full eight feet at the entrance, arms at his side. He was ready to attack, but he decided to observe for a moment.

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Revan responded: "Do you know who I am? Do you know what I have done?" And with those words Revan grabbed his light saber and activated it, pointing it at the man's neck.

What a fool...

There was a sudden flicker of movement, and Threk glanced his eyes over to a man on the floor with his blaster pointed at the Sith. He looked familiar, had Threk seen him before? suddenly the image

of the figure zip lining away, of course. #64's smirk became a grin, something that was almost foreign to him, but felt good. It was all to easy. All the pieces of the puzzle in the right place.Was tad

poetic? I think it was.
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#64 was not amused when the Sith Lord came closer to him and pointed the lightsaber at his throat. Luckily his Cortosis swords were already in his hands and out. He Dodged under the blade quickly, now crouched.

The left sword he raised up over his head to protect him from any downward blows, the saber would be deactivated if it touched the metal. With the other sword he stabbed at the Sith Lord's torso.

"HAHAHA, YOU ARE A SITH"!! Raiden laughed as he took a step back from his saber. "You are the fool, his swords, resitant against your lightsaber". Raiden simply rubebd his hand on the gun as it shined. Raiden continued to laughed "HAHAHA"!

Alon walked forward to the sith and the man at his mercy. He motioned to the giant at the door to lower his weapon.
In the grand scheme of things, this will most likely be an unnecessary event, but must there be so much death? What is fated will happen, and what we do won't affect that, but cutting this many cords at once will surely cause imbalance.. he said purposefully.

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Nihilus had been watching the whole event, he smiled underneath his mask and finally decided to make his presence known.

He flipped off of a wall mounted power conduit he spun around in the air galantly and landed behind Alon, he landed without a sound as he silently drawn his lightsaber, he aimed it at his head and pressed the button to sink it into his skull.

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They promised me a LARGE

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But I got a .... MEDIUM