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[Darth Callidus]

Location: Denab | Dark Sepulcher
Tags: Firrerreo

Callidus could not remember the name of the honor guard she had left in charge of the Dark Sepulcher. There had been a dozen of them or so, each handpicked to protect the most cherished prize Callidus had claimed in her life. She had known their names at one point. She had talked with them, laughed with them, perhaps even, in her own way, cared about a few of them. Such were the way of things at time in this mortal existence.

"Why can't I remember your name..." Callidus mused to the still dripping skull in her hand. The man's screams still echoed in the entry hall of the Dark Sepulcher, joining the cries of those already jostling around inside her head. The man had tried to greet her at the entrance of the Sepulcher, but a pull in her mind has seen Callidus electrocute the man in an instant. The others had followed in short order, though they had all died by her blade. The first man, still moaning in pain, had not seen the knife that plunged into his neck, or felt the butchers work begin as Callidus claimed her prize.

"You must not have been very important, or perhaps you were just a bit dumb," Callidus stated, dropping the skull on the ground as she turned back to the entrance of the Sepulcher. With the guards disposed of she could turn her attention to the real reason she had come back to Denab.

"Clean yourselves up boys, we have company coming..."