"Smuggler, remember?" She reminded him, gesturing to herself before shrugging. "And I would think a Sith Lord would understand why keeping things closer to the vest is important. Stuff like this isn't something you share with just anyone."

​     Powers only come along every few generations. Tempest, the reborn vessel of the empire’s Wrath had been honing his skills. a testament to the sith spirit, this force was reassigned to Rey, and was landing just now. Admiring the display of assembled troops he hummed and walked with grace with also fleeting interest as he narrowed his gaze on Rey, “ Princess.” 

      ‘  Aurebesh. The written form has changed.’

      ‘ I think I know when a woman is glowing.’

       Tempest kaughed shortly before he flashed his contrasting white smile. He was dirty, he was covered in muck and guck and yet he had such a good temperment. ‘ Sith Spit, I crawled out the gutter before and I’ll do it again.’ Outhis sleeve though came a lightsa ber and he quickly ignited the blade.’ Now you will see what a True Sith is capable of.’