Legend of Lightning Chapter 83. The Foundry
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Akahte entered the innermost sanctum after her bodyguard, the brutal Khem Vaal. Or was it Zash, right now? They switched at just the wrong moment, sometimes!
She cast out her Senses, and called out sweetly. “Revan? Revy-poo? Up for a little chat? We loved your little welcome party. Revan? Babe?” She frowned. The madman had harangued her every step of the way, so why was he silent now? She cast her Senses around to look for him, but this kind of tracking wasn’t her forte yet. If someone wanted to hide, she’d never find them.
“What a headache,” she sighed, massaging her temples. “Listen, Revan. If you don’t come out now, I’m going to send Khem in after you. You won’t like it.”
<Give me the order, little Sith,> the Dashade assassin growled. He always looked so angry! <I wish to feast on this deranged Jedi.>
“He’ll probably cause some irritation in your system,” Akahte smiled. “You heard how he rambles, didn’t you?”
She was followed into the room by Andronikos Revol, Ashaara Zavros, Lieutenant Talos Drellik, Lord Vemrin, and Darth Decimus.
“We have seized control of the whole facility,” Lord Vemrin grinned evilly. “The Foundry is ours. All that’s left is taking Revan.”
“Right,” Decimus grunted. “Alive, if possible. I’m sure the Emperor misses his favorite plaything.”
“Such an arrogant lot.” A hooded man materialized out of the shadows. “Congratulations on taking the Foundry. But it comes with a self-destruct, you know. When you overran my last line of defense, I sat to work activating it. You may have saved your foul civilization from oblivion, but you will not use the fruits of my labor to harm the Republic. Never again!”
