The force shuddered about Sin, something like a snake slithering in grass, or a faint feel if breeze on your face. Almost not there in existents, but unmistakeable to anyone with the force. It commanded, commanded something inside Sin he could not help but humble himself to as a servant, not Sith, but not Jedi. Something far greater then he could have ever hoped to become. With his faceless black mask, he scanned the environment, searching for the one who called without calling. Instinct flushed in a flash to retaliate, but he knew only death would follow if he dared raise his sword against such a force. Truly this was what he was meant for, after betrayal, and betrayal again, Sin had found a force worth his loyalty, logical of cource, if he wished to survive this. Fear did not overcome him, it didn't show face in him, no this was a respect of a warrior, to another. One better then he, one more worthy of the Darkness then he, and still had the glories that came from the path of the Light. Who was this man, he became anxious to be this power mangler, no this Paragon of the force! Where he was did not matter, .
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