The Sith’ari

So they would say.
The Elder's sulfuric eyes burned with hatred as he felt the last remnants of life leave the struggling Sith before him. Suspended in the air by the power of the Force, the black robed acolyte's arms fell to each side, his body going limp. Laevus breathed in deep, his eyes closing as he basked in the death of the one before him. His right arm retracted from it's extended position, casually flinging the corpse of the Sith to his flank.
Thud.
The body hit the cold hard white duracrete, rolling to a stop along the bridge to the Trayus Academy. The path forward lined with several other deaf husks, the remains of the sentries who stood guard outside the Academy. The Elder exhaled deeply, his eyes scanning the horizon in a relaxed but sharp manner. He stood in wait, he knew the call would reach him, it was a matter of if he would answer. If he would come.
The Force was a powerful tool, it could do many great and terrible things. He utilized it like a sharp blade where others wielded it like a hammer. He had called to HIM, he had summoned the Great Beast through the Force, called on him to meet on the dark surface of Malachor V. He knew well the power of

