Laira Darkhold
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Darth Vulkan had not lived in the galaxy for long, having claimed the thrones and offices once held by Draco Vereen. It had been a short time, a day or so since the Sith Lord had reforged himself in the fires of the mountain of Clan Vereen. The clan was the last vestiges that held the man’s former name. He hardly considered them to be the same person anymore, having taken on his true identity that had lain hidden deep within throughout the first thirty years of his life.
Before, he had always assumed he would die young, and then with Abigail, he had decided to live as long as he could to spend as much time with her as was possible. Draco had regretted hiding her away, as it had cost him time with her as a child, but Vulkan did not. It had allowed him to remain young and in his prime now that she was lost. Were he a much older man he could not be as intimidating as he was now. No, fate had a way of working out.
The planet of Korriban, also known as Moraband loomed in the viewscreen of the ship as it reverted from hyperspace. Bearing One Sith IFF codes, with any luck the Primeval wouldn’t mind the Sith Lord stomping around their backyard. And if they did, well, who cared.
Before, he had always assumed he would die young, and then with Abigail, he had decided to live as long as he could to spend as much time with her as was possible. Draco had regretted hiding her away, as it had cost him time with her as a child, but Vulkan did not. It had allowed him to remain young and in his prime now that she was lost. Were he a much older man he could not be as intimidating as he was now. No, fate had a way of working out.
The planet of Korriban, also known as Moraband loomed in the viewscreen of the ship as it reverted from hyperspace. Bearing One Sith IFF codes, with any luck the Primeval wouldn’t mind the Sith Lord stomping around their backyard. And if they did, well, who cared.