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Coruscant, 6+ years had passed since he had been in the place where oppression runs rabid and darkness flows. The upper levels held a different feel than the Undercity, a mask was over the upper levels. Hidden in plain sight was the evils of the galaxy. Traffic always surging in and out of the planet, Like blood pumping through the body. The residents of the planet were Nerfs freed to roam where the Empire wanted them, Not exactly Freedom but it made no difference. The poor stayed poor and the rich stayed richer, They did not mess with the balance of Order on the Planet and as long as they continued along they could live in peace. The only Problem was.... Peace is a Lie..
Arriving to the Sith Temple in a small transport a Large Dark figure exited the speeder. Standing 8'5ft tall and walking towards the Temple Entrance with a hunched back, Most of the figure appearance was masked with a black robe. With the wind blowing and the loose robe moving around one could see the armor that shined underneath the robe now and then. The large figure held no weapons and only let his arms dangle as he climbed the stairs to the entrance. As the Temple was a guarded place the guards snapped their fingers to catch the large mans attention but it helped little. Soon drawing their weapons and walking towards the figure continuing to move the guards started to raise their voices and walk in front of Trespasser.
Chuckling the large figure reminded himself that it had been couple years since he had been to the Temple. No one would remember him, It was a new start sort of. The Darkside radiated from the figure strongly, this was someone who had a tight understandings on the Darkside of the Force, But was he Sith? With the mind whole and the connection to his mentor clear. Here Kezeroth stood anew.
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