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Cyril had been tracking [member="Darth Arcis"] for quite some time. He had a personal grudge against the Sith Lord, though that was not the reason he had managed to come to Coruscant. It was through countless favors and a number of well placed lies that he even managed to arrive in system.
His father had spoken to him on Dromund Kass. Of destiny and greater callings, along with a number of other little contrivances. He had denied what was rightfully his, and the galaxy had suffered for it. The former Jedi Master would not allow his own reservations to keep him from his duties any long.
The message had been sent the moment he arrived in-system. Arcis's 501st Legion patrolled the planet's cities; his fleet the skies. Cyril wagered everything on the aging Sith Lord's pride, and perhaps, a vague sense of honor.
"Darth Arcis," the message came in audible form only, "My name is Cyril Grayson. I led the rebel cell your legion crushed on Balmorra. Your attack slaughtered men I fought alongside for ten years. It took the life of the woman that I loved."
Cyril paused.
"Your former colleague, Darth Vulcanus, trained me in the ways of the Sith. When the time came, I took his life. Afterword, I forsook my titles. That was a mistake."
Another pause.
"I challenge you to a Kaggath: for your titles, your fleet, your holdings, and the men you have led in exchange for those you took from me. I've no power base to tackle your own, but I do have my own martial skill. My master always respected you as a warrior of tradition."
Cyril's heart felt like it was about to explode. Never before had he done something so reckless, so stupid. He had played to Arcis' sense of honor. The Force only knew if he would see any kind of success.
"The battle will be held aboard your Star Destroyer, and shall be to the death, as per tradition. I await your reply."
Cyril had been tracking [member="Darth Arcis"] for quite some time. He had a personal grudge against the Sith Lord, though that was not the reason he had managed to come to Coruscant. It was through countless favors and a number of well placed lies that he even managed to arrive in system.
His father had spoken to him on Dromund Kass. Of destiny and greater callings, along with a number of other little contrivances. He had denied what was rightfully his, and the galaxy had suffered for it. The former Jedi Master would not allow his own reservations to keep him from his duties any long.
The message had been sent the moment he arrived in-system. Arcis's 501st Legion patrolled the planet's cities; his fleet the skies. Cyril wagered everything on the aging Sith Lord's pride, and perhaps, a vague sense of honor.
"Darth Arcis," the message came in audible form only, "My name is Cyril Grayson. I led the rebel cell your legion crushed on Balmorra. Your attack slaughtered men I fought alongside for ten years. It took the life of the woman that I loved."
Cyril paused.
"Your former colleague, Darth Vulcanus, trained me in the ways of the Sith. When the time came, I took his life. Afterword, I forsook my titles. That was a mistake."
Another pause.
"I challenge you to a Kaggath: for your titles, your fleet, your holdings, and the men you have led in exchange for those you took from me. I've no power base to tackle your own, but I do have my own martial skill. My master always respected you as a warrior of tradition."
Cyril's heart felt like it was about to explode. Never before had he done something so reckless, so stupid. He had played to Arcis' sense of honor. The Force only knew if he would see any kind of success.
"The battle will be held aboard your Star Destroyer, and shall be to the death, as per tradition. I await your reply."