Master of Fear
"Ensure the girl is contained in the central spire. She'll surely die if she makes it out to the open plains surrounding the fortress."
Nefaron had been busy since his return from his meeting with Tsis'Kaar leadership. While he was still very much an outsider, he'd already wormed his way to Malum's side, and he would continue to provide his counsel. Perhaps the boy would see some wisdom in his guidance one day, but there was still much to do. For too long, Nefaron had relied on torment and savagery to build his Apprentice's power, but there was more to the Dark Side than simple slaughter. The time had come to show his Apprentice the past, the past that the Academy on Jutrand would twist to their own ends. There was no room for half-truths when training an Apprentice, especially one as gifted as Veradun.
But there were a few final preparations to take care of, especially now that a new prospect had arrived on Anoat. Nefaron would attend to her, but for the time being, she would have to stew in the Darkness of the Corpse Lord's fortress.
"Lock the fortress down. Turn away any ships attempting to land, kill anyone who dares enter this place."
The beast to which Nefaron spoke said nothing. Since the loss of his vast population of slaves, the Dark Lord sought to conserve the number of Legionaries and instead rely on the horrific creations of his laboratory. Veradun had defeated one champion, and so Nefaron had recycled the armor and improved with his newest creation, a new master of the watch for the fortress. He did not speak, but this beast held command while the Dark Lord and his Apprentice were away.
While he watched the armored monstrosity depart, Nefaron activated his communicator to contact his Apprentice, no doubt familiarizing himself with his vast quarters and the well-stocked training suite that had been provided for him.
"Apprentice, meet me in the central hangar. You will not need your armor; black robes and a cloak will suffice."
They were to remain safely anonymous, even in Sith space. They thought they would travel to worlds that were deemed safe by Sith standards, but that did not mean there weren't knives hiding in the dark, and they were eager to strike the Corpse Lord and his young Apprentice. Even the Corpse Lord had donned fresh robes, black as night, and his ruined face safely hidden away from society. They would travel in a simple two-seater craft of his own design. This outing was to be its first official mission, and the Corpse Lord had no doubt that it would perform well in the coming days.
Perhaps his Apprentice would earn such a fine vessel for himself. If he proves himself in the coming days.
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