#rainofthesith

It Darth Bane

The Jedi flattened his back against the temple wall, he could feel the sith close by. It was like she was black ink seeping into the fibres that made up the force, tainting it. It felt like ice crawling up his spine. 

He had simply come to find the scrolls that where housed in the temple, instead he found himself nearly coming face to face with a sith. Sometimes, he wished his damn force sight might actually tell him well before something bad happened instead of literally just before. 

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Darth Bane’s harsh yellow Sith eyes regarded Darth Zannah with a gaze that did not betray anything but pure confidence.

One day, after Zannah had gathered all of which Bane could offer her, she would challenge himself in combat to wrestle the mantle of true Master of the Sith. Everyday in the back of his mind he knew that day drew nearer, some days however he wondered if she would wait until he was infirm or caught unaware. For both their sake, and for the sake of the future, hopefully that will not be the case.

“You have done well, but there is much to be done and you’ve much to learn, but before you might be told, I’ve a task for us, we are to board my ship and head to Nemiodia.”

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