Demonicus Etrigan

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While there was no doubt that Talon had loved Skielte, she would never have allowed a man to get in the way of the Order. Her loyalty was strong, at least it was until they took the only man she loved away from her. She had been willing to live without him as long as he was alive, but now that he wasn’t, she was going to burn the Emperor, with or without Jason’s help. If it wasn’t him, then it would be the next person with the highest number of midichlorians, or the next. One way or another, they would find a suitable replacement.

Ra’vena lifted her head then, her eyes rimmed with red, but her cheeks remained somewhat dry. “You want to know what I get out of it? Revenge. Justice for my father. Call it a selfish reason, but the Emperor has been growing more and more insane. He’s a danger to everyone, including you. Well, not quite you, since you can easily defeat him, but to the rest of the galaxy, he is.” If those weren’t reasons enough to convince him, then she didn’t know what was. And deep down, she expected him to refuse. What would he gain if he went from an isolated, virtual unknown to the most powerful man in the universe? Maybe he was already happy with his life. Maybe he had a family or at least, the beginnings of one, to come back to.

“If you have any misgivings, now would be the perfect time to tell me.” She knew that the Sith wouldn’t let him go so easily, at least not until they erased his memories of their encounter. For all they knew, he would end up leaving her chambers and heading straight to the Emperor, betraying them all for a chance to return to his peaceful life. But a part of her, maybe the small part of her father that still existed, did hope that he would help them. And if he needed some guarantee that the Sith wouldn’t betray him the way they were planning to betray their current leader, then she was sure that they would all think of something.

He watched her closely, and though he could see the red rimming her eyes, he could see the same emotion coursing through her that he felt as early as only fifteen minutes prior. "Revenge isn't a bad reason at all, but you expect me to simply take the Emperor's seat without consequence or worry?" He knew well enough that doing them this favor wouldn't come without it's own issues. While he wasn't unwilling to aid someone in their revenge, especially if the story that she had told him was true, he needed assurances that they wouldn't turn around and try to do to him what he had have done to the current Emperor.

He shook his head. "I need something more…" It wasn't a refusal, but the difficulty wasn't just in how strong the Emperor was; the issue was that the Emperor was as protected as he was. There was no doubt that someone could fight their way in, but to be an adequate challenge, let alone a challenge strong enough to best the Sith's strongest leader, was the main issue he was seeing. Of course he had heard of the Emperor; word had reached him even on the nearly uninhabited planet that he had chosen to homestead.

"I'll help, but I need assurances that someone won't come for me like you're asking me to go after him."

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