Private First Impressions

[Cadere]

Darth Insatious' Broodica-class Star Destroyer
Somewhere Adrift in the Unknown Regions

A lone starfighter shot through the empty, soundless sea of stars that was space. Slowing as it neared the colossal Star Destroyer, its hangar doors slowly opened in anticipation for the lone starfighter's arrival. The speed of which the fighter flew slowed as it entered the hangar, coming to a stop in the middle of the docking area. The engines' firm hum lowered as the starfighter steadily landed before going silent once it was docked.

The starfighter's canopy slid back and lifted revealing its pilot, the fallen Knight Cadere. No words were spoken by the Kiffar as Darth Insatious ' Officers came to meet him, he simply stood up inside his cockpit and gracefully hopped onto the ground below his feet, passing them with no acknowledgement. Carrying a lightsaber that wasn't his, the severed hand of its previous owner was still attached as the Dark Jedi made his way to an unknown location.

Cadere marched through the halls with purpose, having returned from another one of his 'Master's assignments. The Kiffar was eager to return to his pursuit of knowledge and power. His assignment was not an easy one, sent to intercept a small group of Jedi Padawans and a Jedi Master, Insatious wished to test his Apprentice's strength and survivability. Unfortunately for him, the Kiffar was not that easy to kill. Recalling on how he disabled the Padawans with ease, he allowed them to live and return to Silver Rest or Coruscant. The Jedi Master was another story however, with his severed hand and lightsaber as proof Cadere was able to be stopped but not without difficulty.

The Kiffar's already annoyed mood worsened when two familiar faces appeared on either side of him, the two faces were his own from several years prior.

"Oh, you're alive huh? That's a shame." a clone lamented.

"Looks like we gotta pay TC-117. Kark's sake." another chimed in.

"Hey, next time do you mind dying-- ggkkk"

The clone's words were cut off by the tightening of his neck through the Dark side's intangible grip, both of them choked and gargled clutching at their necks as their feet left the ground. Although he said nothing and his mask conveyed no emotions, Cadere's aura radiated exasperation. The Dark Jedi's hand was raised slightly and his fingers curled into claws, as the clone's gasping for air began to grow more faint, the Kiffar released his grip from their throats before shoving the two of them into walls on opposite sides, denting them.

With that, he rounded a corner, inching ever so close to his 'Master'.

Del

 

[Del]

First Impressions​

Location: Morellia
Notable Equipment: N/A
Tags: Cadere

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While much may have changed, she was still being trained rigorously. Her skills were to be honed, body strengthened and senses sharpened. It was as grueling as ever and when she failed, the punishments tended to be painful. The athlete longed for the day when she would be able to defend herself against them but for now, she would simply have to endure them and learn how to avoid making the same mistakes in the future.

The pain in her left leg was immense as she walked back towards her chambers but even then, she kept her posture. Unless she had to be carried back or ended up in the medical facilities again, she was reluctant to show the crew or the clones that lingered how much she had suffered. Sometimes, that mask could not be upheld and sometimes, it could. This was one of those times where she was able to maintain it.

With quiet steps, she moved across the catwalk above the grand entrance to the central chambers. Her eyes glanced towards the three clones that walked far down below. She could recognise them anywhere. One of them appeared to be particularly annoying - masked and seemingly quite full of himself. Her eyes were then drawn to the sabre the hand he carried held. At least he was proving his worth. Deep inside, she wanted nothing more than to jump the three of them and end them. But she knew that Darth Insatious didn't want that to happen - and his will was hers.

Her fortunes would turn, however. For just as she was about to look away, she saw the two clones who flanked the masked one begin to hover. The girl stopped in her tracks and drew from the knowledge Insatious had given her and masked her presence in the force. She was normally not allowed to harm clones outside of training - but this one was going rogue. Grandfather had to wish for her to cleanse his powerbase of traitors, right?

With that, she dropped from the catwalk and silently fell down towards him legs first. It was only when she was close to 'arriving' that she allowed her presence to be felt - it was a necessary step before reaching out through the force. She slowed her descent a little to make her impact more bearable. Still, she would perform a two-legged 'kick' at his upper back with the full force of her weight and the speed with which she came down. The girl let out a high pitched squirm as pain shot through her left leg and coursed through her body. No mask would have been able to keep that from slipping. She would be quick to pull the sabre and the hand holding it towards her with her left hand and using the right to grab hold of one of the unconscious clones and throw him towards Cadere if he was still not downed from the kick.

 

[Cadere]

Two years of fighting for his life with one arm and no weapons granted Cadere a greater understanding and connection to the Force. Having been forced to rely on it solely for those couple of years, his senses had attuned better now more than ever. And because of this, it allowed him to perceive and react to dangers to his being faster than he ever could as Cas Tynen.

Hairs standing on end, Cadere's nervous system felt the sensation of that familiar electric shock that sparked alertness within him. His instincts forced him to react through evasion, first and foremost, sending the Kiffar to involuntarily dive forward and land into a roll. Twisting his body around on his knee, his lava eyes would come upon a young girl. He said nothing, but confusion surrounded him - who was she? What was she attacking him for? Probing slightly, he knew one thing for sure. She was very strong in the Force, but it was raw and unrefined - meaning she hadn't been trained... or, hadn't had enough of it.

Cadere felt his hand empty as his 'trophy' left his grip. He glanced up to watch it fly into the girl's hand before raising an eyebrow, confirming that she was indeed Force trained. Then he saw the unconscious of body of one of his clones fly in his direction, prompting the Dark Jedi to merely knock the copy away with a swat of his cybernetic arm.

Rising to his feet, Cadere activated his crimson lightsaber - its snap hiss echoed. Head tilting sideways, slightly, he asked calmly "Another one of Insatious' tests?" he queried, albeit rhetorically. Benath his mask, the expression was bored but he had things to do. It was better to get this out of the way as soon as possible.

The Dark Jedi formed a telekientic shield around him, before curling his arm into a pulling motion and subsequnetly pulling the girl toward him with the Force. If she didn't manage to break out or avoid his grip, the Dark Jedi would simply carry on until she was close enough to him - taking hold of her throat and tightening his grip on it through the Force. He went on to ask "I'd like you to give back what you took from me."

Del

 

[Del]

First Impressions​

Location: Insatious' Flagship
Notable Equipment: N/A
Tags: Cadere

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Despite her efforts, he had managed to avoid getting jumped. Not only that, he also managed to swat away her Kiffar projectile. It was far better than what she expected of a clone but the fight was far from over. If she hadn't been able to snatch the lightsabre, she would have been in deep trouble - but now, she would hopefully be able to make use of Insatious' teachings.

As she tossed the Jedi's hand away and grabbed hold of the pommel of his blade, she could feel how it felt different than the one Insatious had given her. The balance was off and it made her feel weird. As if it was trying to soothe its user and make them less potent. Still, a weapon was a weapon - and this was a lightsabre at that. It was more than enouh - or at least so she hoped.

The clone made a ludicrous statement. Her eyes conveyed how ridiculous she thought the statement was. Sure, Darth Insatious tested his subjects - but she was always the one who was getting tested. She was the one who they used to send to the infirmary at a regular basis. That had changed now - she could hold her own. But to say that she was their undisputed superior was still not quite true.

"You attacked another clone. For tha-..." she said but was interrupted as she felt herself being pulled closer towards him. The sentence turned into a high pitched gasp as she started to try to resist the pull. She tried to stand firm but with an injured leg, she was unable to put up much of a fight in that department. She was strong with the force and managed to slow the pull down until it stopped completely. But it only lasted for a moment before her concentration ran out and she felt herself being pulled towards him at a higher rate than before.

What kind of clone was this? Not only did he think more highly of himself than even the other clones did. But he also had the strength to back it up. Delphine realised that strength wasn't enough. To survive, she had to rely on wit, charm, deviousness and deception. She had learned that when surviving Insatious' training and it was something she was quickly learning now.

Before long, she would feel his grip around her throat. It was only made worse by the fact that he held her up, feet dangling off of the ground - the only upside being that her injured leg was getting some pause. The grip kept tightening and she struggled to breathe. Still, she displayed an unwarranted amount of confidence - for nobody on the ship was allowed to kill her. Unbeknownst to her, however, Cadere might have been the only person to not be aware of that fact.

He commanded her to give back what she had taken from him. With an attempt at a nod, she extended her free left arm towards the hand and started pulling it to them telekinetically. She also raised her right arm with the Jedi's lightsabre. As soon as it pointed to his abdomen, her intents seemed to switch in a instant.

Deception.

Her thumb snapped to the ignition button and clicked.

 

[Cadere]

Cadere's eyes lowered to the girl's hand as she handed him the severed hand and hilt. The Kiffar's telekinetic grip loosened as he reached out to take his 'trophy' back. For a split second he sensed deception emanate from the girl, followed by that feeling of imminent danger. Instinctively moving to the left as fast as his reflexes could take him, the green blade ignited, grazing his side.

A pained grunt escaped him, losing focus Cadere's grip over the girl ceased and he dropped her to the ground. Clutching at his side, a frustrated, rageful growl escaped him. Swinging his leg back, Cadere would kick the girl infusing the Force in the strength of his kick with the intent of launching her several feet. Depending on how far she went, the Kiffar leapt toward her and raised the crimson blade over his head before slamming it over her frame with the intent to kill.

If she blocked, Cadere would hammer at her lightsaber before quickly subsiding. Engaging in more calculated attacks, Cadere unleashed a flurry of powerful attacks with inhuman speed, designed to overwhelm this nuisance. If she still hadn't submitted, the Dark Jedi crouched low and struck at her thigh. If she didn't block, the tip of Cadere's blade would cauterzie the surface of her skin. Still in his crouched position, Cadere balanced on his right arm and sweeped his legs into the girl's. Intending to knock her on her back.

Del

 

[Del]

First Impressions​

Location: Insatious' Flagship
Notable Equipment: N/A
Tags: Cadere

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The feeling of success only lasted for a few brief moments. Right after, pain shot up through her side as her injured leg hit the ground upon being released from his grip. Delphine took a deep breath and did her best to recover from the horrible grip that the clone had just been holding her in. But that breath wouldn't be hers for long. His kick sent the oxygen right out as it launched her to the side of the room.

Indescribable pain could be felt throughout her core where the kick had impacted against her. She knew that a few ribs had to be broken but all that mattered now was regaining the capacity to breathe. Just as she managed it, however, she made a rough landing. For a moment - the young athlete appeared broken and utterly defeated as she struggled to take breath on the cold metallic floor. Her lithe left arm weakly clutched her core while the right one held on to the green blade.

Fueled by pure fear of imminent death, the girl displayed an almost unnatural fortitude as she forced herself to get back up on her feet. Perhaps a degree of instinct was involved - for had she not got back up at the time that she did, his blade would have cut right through her. Now, however, she managed to raise the green blade just in time to meet Cadere's crimson one. The force with which he attacked made her want to fall right back down to the floor. It was obvious how her arm was folding just as quickly as he pushed. In order to not literally get her block broken and have both crossed blades used against her, she allowed the tremendous force he came with to push her entire being away.

Small sparks started to gather by her free left hand but it would be clear for anyone with any insight that her mastery of lightning was far to weak to make any potent attacks at range. It was a result of her desperation for while she weakly held on to her blade, Cadere, towering over her, launched a second brutal attack. Once more, she stepped back, knowing how futile it was to resist. But then came the second strike and she felt how their blades clashed and how her own sabre was smashed out of her hand.

She knew that it would take time - even if just a fragment of a moment - to recover from the heavy strike he made. In one last bid to down the man, she stumbled forth just as the sabre left her hand. With the - perhaps surprising - grace of dancer, she closed the distance fast under his guard. While it wasn't planned, she hoped to use the small sparks of lightning against him. As she fell against his chest, she shoved her hand against his injured side.

 

[Cadere]

It appeared that his onslaught had overwhelmed the girl. Cadere's eyes quickly glanced toward the small cluster of blue sparks that erupted from her fingers, proving his hypothesis correct, that the girl was untrained but the potential was there - if not for her wit alone. Still, however, in a blind rage Cadere continued attacking the girl with the intent to kill her. Whoever she was, Insatious must have seen value in her. To take that away from him, almost brought him a sadistic glee.

Finally, the Dark Jedi managed to disarm the girl but he wasn't done yet. His red visor looked down on the girl as she fell forward, before she could reach him, Cadere quickly thrust his arm forward and caught her by the throat mere seconds before she could fall into his chest. The Kiffar's left hand reached toward the girl's wrist, placing his lightsaber between her wrist and his palm Cadere's cybernetic arm compressed even more around her joint. Then tightening his grip around her neck, Cadere's blank mask stared into the girl's face as he stepped forward and started to bend over, pressing all of his weight onto her and forcing her to arch her back.

He wanted to see the light leave her eyes, to see the realisation on her face that she had made the greatest and last mistake of her life. Coldly, he whispered to her "I want to hear you scream." as he reinforced his fingers around her neck. The intent to kill her persisted until... it suddenly left in an instant. Killing her was pointless, it served no purpose than. The girl was certainly aware of the mistake she had made now. Cadere's grip then loosened and he turned his head away, releasing her completely.

Rising back to his full height, Cadere extinguished his lightaber and pulled the other with the Force and into his hand. Attaching both hilts to his belt, Cadere finally looked at the girl "Don't ever try to attack me again." he warned her. As he spun on his heel, ready to leave, Cadere took a few steps before stopping. The Kiffar looked over his shoulder, his fury at her actions still festered within him but he was clear headed enough to issue advice... or a warning, depending on how she took it. "You look young. I can sense something in you, don't let him kill it. Leave. While you still can."

Del

 

[Del]

First Impressions​

Location: Insatious' Flagship
Notable Equipment: N/A
Tags: Cadere

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Failure.

This one was better than the rest. He had been able to somehow see through her deception and prevent her attack from striking true before. And now, he had - with inhuman speed - managed to intercept her before she could even reach him herself. Her mind worked at a breakneck pace to figure it all out. How could this clone be so much better than the other ones? How could this one have the audacity to kill the other ones? It was puzzling to say the least.

It would not be possible for her to ponder the matter for long. His - comparatively - large hand was firmly wrapped around her neck. His grip was painfully hard and she could feel how he was successively depriving her of oxygen. Her thoughts steadily went from the abstract and long-term realm towards that of survival. The clone pushed, moving forward and even bending over her. He was menacing and sadistic. Delphine thanked her lucky stars for her years of professional dancing - it made the process of bending backwards quite bearable. What was not so bearable, however, was the pain that lingered in her leg.

The foe commanded her to scream. He was at a position to do so, considering how utter her defeat was. But it was a silly demand to make when choking someone. For the briefest of moment, her eyes revealed how little she thought of the command. At least he resembled the other clones in one department.

He had her at his mercy. Morr was not there to save her now and knowing his kind, it didn't take a genius to figure out what her fate would be. Thus, it came as a surprise when he let go of her. Delphine crumbled to the ground whilst looking up to the man. What was his game? Had his survival instinct finally kicked in? And then his threat - to not ever attack him again. It was ridiculous for he and his kin did nothing but to attack her. She wondered if this was the start of a new era at the flagship - had Insatious managed to upgrade the clones somehow? If so, she'd have to tread carefully indeed. The girl nodded submissively.

But the clone's last words flipped the script entirely. Those were words of concern - not the usual hate and disgust that the clones would normally display. Earlier, she had wondered if this had been Insatious' greatest success with the clones - a more powerful version than the others. But this one seemed to have a more pronounced trace of light in him - and so, she wondered if he was rather Insatious' most profound failure. Perhaps she was being too bold - but the chance of perhaps finding an ally was too great to pass up upon "What's your name?" she asked, weakly and more importantly: Carefully.

 

[Cadere]

It seemed after her brush with potential death, the girl had learned her lesson. However, he knew how Sith and all its variants worked, Cadere may have warned her not to attack him again but they were all opportunistic akin to rodents, he didn't doubt that she would one day try to finish the job. After issuing his next warning about Darth Insatious, and the Sith Lord's talent for perverting anything good, he continued on his way to meet with the topic of interest.

"What's your name?"

Cadere stopped, motionless almost, it took a few seconds before he finally turned his head to meet her gaze with his red visor. She just tried to kill him, he almost killed her, and now she wants to know his name? Her sanity must have been compensation for her strong potential in the Force because now she was undoubtedly pushing her luck. If the girl could see inside the mask, she would only be met with aloofness and abhorrence at both her and her question. Despite that, he sensed no deception from her, which puzzled him even more. What was she after? A way in with Insatious? A mentor? A friend? Whatever it was, he had no time for her or anyone to be frank.

Disregarding the girl's question, Cadere silently faced forward and continuned onward. Nearing the exit, an Officer rounded the corner and halted all motion for fear of accidentally barging into the Kiffar.

"Oh! Excuse me, Lord Cadere." he stuttered, his eyes trailing off in the direction of the girl "M-Mistress Del." he nodded, seemingly even more nervous now.

Beneath the mask, Cadere raised an eyebrow in puzzlement, the Officer seemed to be less nervous around him than this 'Del' girl. And he referred to her as 'Mistress'... Cadere's body slightly turned toward the 'Del' girl and he glanced at her for a quick moment before returning his attention to the Officer. It seemed he had more to say.

"I, uh, I have been told to inform you that Lord Insatious is away right now and to, um, wait for his return." after relaying this information, the Officer backed away cautiously, quickly glancing at the pair before disappearing back around the corner.

Cadere remained silent but the frustration in his stance was evident, the Dark Jedi's shoulders hung low and he stared forward, fists clenched, almost vibrating from the tightness of his grip. Cadere had wished to drop off his 'package' and be on his way. Now he was forced to wait, further delaying his plans. He turned to the girl again, this time he fully faced her. This girl, she was more than just Insatious' apprentice - that much was clear. But for what reason.

"Who are you to him?"

Del

 

[Del]

First Impressions​

Location: Insatious' Flagship
Notable Equipment: N/A
Tags: Cadere

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As it turned out, she had not been 'too bold' - the clone did not appear interested in answering her but had at the same time decided that further violence was uncalled for. Still, looking at his red visor stare back at her put a chill through her spine. Delphine let her lips form a thin line as she tried to produce a single nod to acknowledge his stance. Names were not to be exchanged.

It was ironic how a simple officer could have such an impact on the playing field. For not only did his message mean that the clone had to stay, he also ensured that their names were exchanged. The young athlete offered a gentle smile and a nod before he departed. Once the officer left, the atmosphere immediately seemed to shift as 'Cadere' turned his attention to her.

Already injured from her training and thoroughly beaten on top of that, Delphine remained on the ground. She had been trained by Insatious and was more than capable of fighting her pain to get back up on her feet and a subtle shift in the positioning of her arms revealed a readiness to do just that. Still, she chose to stay down - a sign that she was defeated and had no intentions of challenging him again.

To his rough approach, Delphine responded with a soft one. However - regardless of how much she wanted to be accommodating, betraying Insatious' was out of the question. And revealing that she was related to him may have been the same as exposing a weakness - and that would be the very definition of betrayal. It was a truth that was not hers to reveal. "I am his student"

It was an honest answer, albeit not one that revealed much. Hopefully, it would appease him for long enough for her to take the initiative. Delphine looked to the bodies of the clones that Cadere had killed. Even behind the mask, it was obvious to her that they were the same - the voice, though distorted, was recognisable. Their body proportions and demeanours had similarities too. But this one had a title - way more than what the other clones could hope for. "You're not one of them, are you?" she asked - even if he was just another clone, the question was sure to flatter him. Delphine continued "You don't seem to hate me like the others" she was amused by her own question, for he had just been a temper flare away from killing her. Still, the others seemed to hate her person and Cadere just seemed to hate a person.

 

[Cadere]

"I am his student"

If he was in the mood to smirk, he would have. The girl kept her cards close to her chest, it was something the Kiffar could respect. However, Cadere knew there was more to her than meet's the eye. Her strength in the Force and the way she was treated by the other Officers told him that much. He didn't verbally acknowledge her answer, but the Dark Jedi was certain that 'Del' could sense the slight alterations within the Force's currents to tell that he did indeed acknowledge it.

"You're not one of them, are you?"

It seemed she had partially discovered what lie under the mask. From her deduction alone, Del was more in the 'know' than the majority of those on the ship. Cadere didn't only wear a mask to separate his current self from the former identity of Cas Tynen, but to separate himself from the abominations, the echoes of Tynen that roamed this flagship. The girl was smarter than she looked.

"You don't seem to hate me like the others." she continued.

There was no point in hiding it now "They're me." Cadere stated. It was vague, but he assumed Del was intelligent enough to understand what he meant. That he was the source of this clone army. Her next statement earned a dry joke out of the Dark Jedi "I don't like you. You made sure of that attacking me." his modulated voice then disappeared and silence surrounded the room for a few seconds. "But I hate them more." the Dark Jedi added.

Cadere folded his arms and turned away from the young girl before continuing. This was less of a conversation and more of an interrogation on both sides, the two individuals carefully poked and prodded at each other, trying to squeeze as much information from the other as possible.

"Why did you agree to train under him?" he asked, before turning to look at her over his shoulder "You're aware of what lies ahead of you if you continue down this path?"

Del

 

[Del]

First Impressions​

Location: Insatious' Flagship
Notable Equipment: N/A
Tags: Cadere

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This one - he did not seem to do much to hide his emotions. At least the surface one. She could feel slight alterations in the force from him as she spoke. Ripples, tremors - it was like she could feel his reaction on a primal level. It was a rare experience and in comparison to the clones, a richer one. For from them, she could only feel hate - from Cadere, there was fury and wrath too, but also respect and curiosity. It was like traversing a stormy ocean: It could put wind in the sails and make it go faster, but it could also sweep you away, topple your ship and drown you in its infinite depths. Where she first fearfully tried to block it all out, curiosity and temptation slowly made the young Athlete open up to it all.

When he finally answered, it felt as if she knew exactly what he meant, despite his rather vague answer. He was the original. It was comforting to hear of his hate for the clones. Not that he had not already displayed it by killing two of them. For it meant that there was someone who may eventually become an ally to her against them.

Seeing that they were talking, Delphine slowly moved to get back up on her feet. It was a painful process, for her leg was injured from before the fight and she had taken quite a beating - but nothing was impossible if the will was there. Letting a couple of pained grunts out, she eventually found herself standing upright again. Her eyes quivered as she shuffled a little to shift her center of gravity towards her good leg. The discipline that Insatious had instilled in her came to good use - for as soon the Original's question was uttered, she was quickly able to ignore the pain and focus on answering.

Answering was not easy, however. She had never really thought about it. It was not obvious to her that she had actually chosen to train under her grandfather - although, she would be hard pressed to claim that she was not doing it out of her own will now. And what was lying ahead of her? It was something which Cadere appeared to be far more certain of than she was. "Every breath that I have drawn, since the moment he retrieved me, has been a token of the Darth's boundless generosity. If his wish is for me to learn, I will learn" she paused, still intrigued by what the Original knew "But no. Only he knows what lies ahead."

 

[Cadere]

His former attacker now seemingly felt confident enough to return to her feet, knowing that Cadere had no use for attacking her once more. His back was still placed toward her, however, his attention was still on her through the emotionless red visor that covered his Sith yellow eyes. He waited for answer to his question, and answer she did.

It was not a satisfying one.

'Boundless generosity'? She spoke of Insatious, the man who had tormented him for years of his life, as if he was some benevolent ruler. That could not have been further from the truth. Either she was a naive fool, or she truly hadn't experienced what was to come in her 'training'. Regardless of what that was, her answer would create an immediate shift in the energy of their conversation as Cadere swiftly turned his head away from her, and unfolded his arms, letting them hang low as he balled his fists.

From what was a cold, focused, and persistant anger, Cadere's aura within the Force lit up like a storm of fire. His ire matched the intensity of a million exploding suns. Boundless generosity?! Was it boundless generosity to take- no, steal countless of innocent lives? To chase, torment, and torture him for years? Threaten and hurt those Cadere loved and cared for? Rip apart families in some sick, sadistic ploy?

An old wound had been reopened, one that would not be closed again so easily. The area began to rumble and shake as panels from the walls began to dent and tear open, electricity sparked and flew from destroyed equipment within the vicinity, even the mouse and protocol droids were not safe from Cadere's path of rageful destruction. The destruction of the area persisted as Cadere relived his memories, relived his pain, and remembered why he sacrified everything to make sure Darth Insatious would be stopped for good. He had hurt so many, innocent and guilty, his friends... Mathieu, Yenna, Sakadi - he had sold his soul to protect those he loved - but he was hurting them much worse than Insatious ever could. It was all Insatious' fault, he had caused all of this.

How dare she speak positive of that monster? Not knowing half of the atrocities he's caused.

It finally stopped, the rumbling and the field of destruction that pulsated from Cadere. His fingers uncurled and the Dark Jedi looked forward. "Stupid girl." he uttered in a near whisper. Finally, his head turned and he looked upon her over his shoulder once more "You know nothing. He's a monster, an uncaring sadistic monster. Nothing but pain and suffering waits for you at the end of this path."

The Dark Jedi stormed away, his angered footsteps reverberated in the room as he began to turn a corner and disappear out of sight. As Cadere marched off, however, he concluded "When he's broken you, destroyed everything that you are. Remember this."

Del