Treatise on Nfolgai (Munin)

[Mr. OOC]

In the wake of the explosion of The Sith Order on the galactic scene, there was not a lot of time to move about. What they'd done had been entirely unexpected by the Silver Jedi. With what he'd done, directly approaching the Silver's to parlay, they had been surprised. In the end it just went to show that you could never trust everything that was going on around you to be the truth, and at the same time, that you couldn't trust history to be entirely accurate in every given situation. This was precisely why what he and Teynara were working on was a necessity.

After parting ways with his small force, and re-engaging his travels via the Eidolon, he approached Nfolgai and the new corridor that he'd mapped out between it an Iliabeth. Something troubled him though. For some reason he felt that if he left the Caldera now, an opportunity of importance would be missed. It had been a little bit of time since everything had simmered down in the Caldera, and he'd been biding his time in the backwaters, carefully maneuvering in such a way that he would not draw attention to himself. And yet now he felt that he shouldn't leave at all.

"Captain."

"Yes, sir?"

"Change of plans. Take us down to Nfolgai. I need some time there."

"Yes, sir."

The man trusted him, and so didn't second guess the suggestion. The ship turned, averting itself from the course that would take it through the nebula and redirecting towards the planet instead. It descended through the atmosphere and settled itself on the surface. Once there, Leos departed alone, not even taking Arus and Milan with him, and he set off walking. Something told him he was going the right direction, he just didn't know what it was he was going towards.

Or who, rather.

[member="Munin"]

 

[Munin]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

Munin had learned quite a bit over the last few days, mostly about a subject that he had been largely ignorant on before; Sith.

They had never really been more than a passing interest, and in truth they were still nothing more than that to him. The One Sith had been defeated in the core of the galaxy, and this new group...well this new group hardly seemed the same type of threat. He was hardly an expert in that matter of course, but at the very least they hadn't conquered Coruscant just yet and that was telling enough for someone in Munin's profession. Some would want more detail however, and thus he was here.

Knowledge was power after all.

The Sith that had crept up during his visit to Korriban were not a part of the One Sith, that much he already knew from the systems of the Silver Jedi that he'd sliced. What he did know was that they were interested, as all Sith seemed to be, in this area of space. Huginn had suggested that he search this area for anything of note or anyone that might be able to help in gathering information. He'd contacted Spark and asked her if she knew anything, but getting a message back from her often took time, mostly because of the paranoia they both had.

So he had simply decided to venture here on his own. Another alias had been crafted for the occasion, his hair having been dyed a deep black and his eyes covered by contacts that tinted his iris' a deep hazel color. His name was Verenus, hailing from Anaxes. He'd told the locals that he was a trader of sorts, a lie that had apparently been believable enough. They hadn't questioned him too much, and in the end he'd been allowed to rent a small room within a local inn.

That room was now used as his base of operations.

It was meager really, compared to the set-up he had alone, but the terminal and transceiver he'd set up allowed him to slice into the local comm-relays without much issue, and now he was simply waiting for his decryption programs to run their course. Standard really. He took another sip of his drinking, watching those within the cantina as he checked his chrono.

It would be another hour yet.

 

[Mr. OOC]

Traffic could have been worse. Nfolgai was definitely one of the backwater worlds of the Caldera. The very end of a hyperspace lane, to be exact. The populace wasn't as numerous as other worlds in the galaxy, but Nfolgai hadn't been devastated the same way that other Caldera worlds had been in ages past. By all comparisons, the people of the world were prosperous, and he stuck out like a sore thumb with his green skin and Sith robes. It drew a few curious whispers, but most seemed keen to just give him a wide berth and go about their business since he hadn't launched into slaughtering them all or something.

Fortunate for them that he wasn't like most Sith.

No moving sidewalks here. He had to make his way largely on foot, at a normal clip. That was alright. It was good to stretch his legs outside of a ship, anyway. Eventually he was led to a cantina; somewhat dingy, but still managing to look respectable in its surroundings. Considering he didn't have a propensity for drinking, he wasn't really sure what he was doing there, but he entered nonetheless, curiosity getting the better of him.

Smoke hung in the air, and there was a light din of noise, some background music playing, and in general people seemed rather calm. None of them were immediately recognizable to him, so he approached the bartender and asked for a glass of water. He paid for it even though he didn't have to, and took a long drink. Slightly bitter, a sharp taste of iron and a bitter hint of sulfur. They needed to do some maintenance at their water treatment facility. Likely some of their piping was corroding due to the water having a bit of acidity to it, which was odd. Probably vapor fumes from the starships were the culprit.

He turned and surveyed the room, waiting for someone to make eye contact. There was a reason he was there, he just had to find that reason.

[member="Munin"]

 

[Munin]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

Munin felt a chill go up his spine. His lips immediately thinned and his eyes flew up from his datapad. It was half a second, but he tossed a glance towards the man that had stepped through the door of the cantina.

Honestly he couldn't have said what it was. Munin wasn't force sensitive, he didn't have any special powers or cybernetics, but something felt...off. It was like being back on Korriban, that odd unsettling feeling that he had gotten on that planet. It was...nauseating. He frowned slightly, eyes returning to the small communicator in front of him. Half of him wished that Spark would get back to him, the other half wished that his program would finish running its course.

He didn't like this.

In all honesty the Sith made him uneasy.

He remembered what he'd seen on Korriban, the reports he'd read, the comm-signals he'd listened to, and the video footage that he'd watched. All of it had been brutal, and he'd remembered being horrified. He didn't like having to research something like that, but it was his job. Information was the key to pretty much everything in the galaxy. Power, money, everything anyone could ever want could be born of Information, and unfortunately for Munin, if a new Sith Order was rising...it would be something everyone would want to know.

 

[Mr. OOC]

Sure enough, one by one everyone took a turn looking at him. Everyone but one person, who'd only glanced at him when he entered, and Leos hadn't quite seen that. Everyone took note of him, and one seemed to be avoiding looking at him. Curious. A direct aversion often meant there was something to hide, but what could this one be hiding? And why? Suspicion was aroused within him, further amplified by the fact that he didn't feel drawn to anyone else in the place, even though he'd been drawn to the cantina by the Force. That only left one option: this person that was avoiding looking at him was the reason for his presence.

He finished off the glass of water and set the empty glass on the counter. Then he stepped calmly over to where the man was seated and loomed over him.

"What are you so afraid of?" he asked.

The fear was certainly there, but it was tinged more greatly by a sense of unease. Why, though? What was he up to? He'd been so focused on his datapad that there was clear likelihood that something was going on here. It was just a matter of what that something was, and he intended to find out.

[member="Munin"]

 

[Munin]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

He’d often found that lying was most effective when it was tinged with an air of truth. That was really only natural, people were more likely to believe that you were being honest if you actually were. It was a part of how organics viewed one another, and honesty had a certain quality to it that most simply couldn’t fake. “What do you mean?”

Munin forced himself to sound astounded, it wasn’t hard.

"Have you not been paying attention?." He raised his voice so that others within the cantina would start to pay attention. They looked back towards him, curious of what he was talking about with the other man. ”The Sith creeping up, jumping out of every corner just when we thought we were safe? The hell do you think i’m afraid of?”

It was a good point, and also an honest one.

Munin was afraid of the Sith. Not exactly quaking with terror, but he knew that he couldn’t fight one if they wanted him dead. That was reason enough to fear them.

He also feared the Jedi in the same manner, mostly because...well he wasn’t exactly their favorite kind of person either. Neither side of the lightsaber club really liked him, though apparently those in the middle, like Spark, could at least get along with him. Something he was rather happy about.

Others around the tavern chimed in, giving their ascent to his words.

 

[Mr. OOC]

"In most instances I would agree with you."

Yes, the Sith were fearsome by nature. Some of them, anyway. Some were actually quite pathetic when it came down to it. Others were just out of their minds, which made them dangerous in their own right. But that wasn't the point here. The Sith had attacked because the Silver Jedi had gone where they didn't belong, taking over worlds that had, and always would, held allegiance to the Sith. Korriban was the homeworld of the Sith species and Ziost itself was the capital of the Sith Empire. For the Sith to allow someone else to control it would be blasphemous, especially since it was Jedi. That being said, Leos didn't really care, himself.

"But what are you really afraid of? The Sith, or what you think they are? Or what people tell you to think they are?"

Others chimed in and he smiled at them.

"The folly of your words is that you are never safe, and to believe you are is to put your life into peril. So long as things continue in this galaxy as they have for thousands of years now, safety is a lie."

He clasped his hands behind his back and looked down at Munin.

"I, for example, am a Sith. What will you do knowing that?"

[member="Munin"]

 

[Munin]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

He slid back in his chair.

It was an automatic reaction really, one that several others within the cantina experienced. A few even stood, some grabbing for blasters and others slowly making their way towards the door. Most however simply stood still, everyone going quiet as they waited for Munin to answer the Sith.

In truth this wasn’t the first time he’d come face to face with a Sith. There had been that incident on Raxus Prime and then at Point Nadir as well. It wasn’t that he was afraid of them as individuals, indeed this man seemed quite reasonable, but...well there was always a need for caution around those who would dub themselves Sith. Especially the ones who were brazen enough to declare it in the middle of a Cantina.

”Well.” Munin began to speak, glancing towards some of the other people in the Cantina only to find their eyes lowered. ”I would wonder why a Sith is standing in a Cantina talking to me.”

True enough once again.

Spark had warned him about Sith, the games of manipulation they played. He wasn’t too worried about that, mostly because his own game was manipulation and he was quite good at it. Yet he couldn’t help but wonder. Why was the man here? For the same reason that he was? It would make sense in a way, even Sith needed information after all.

 

[Mr. OOC]

Those that reached for blasters would soon find their hands resisted by a light implication of the Force. No, he wasn't trying to harm them, just keep them from doing something they would regret. Killing them would be a last resort for him, but he really didn't want it to come to that. Besides, who would foolishly draw on a Sith that had announced himself. Doing so was to invite death because the Sith was clearly already prepared for the outcome in this situation. Else wise he wouldn't announce himself. That said, Leos wasn't exactly worried since he hadn't come there seeking blood sport and battle like some probably thought he had.

Instead, he drew out a chair and took a seat across from the man, even though he'd slid back and away from him. A natural reaction, and one which he was used to. At least he'd been smart enough not to draw a weapon.

"To be frank, I'm wondering the same."

He settled in and rested his hands in his lap as he looked across at the man. Suspicion was wiggling at the back of his mind that he was up to no good, but it really didn't matter to him at the moment. As long as he wasn't doing anything like calling for Jedi to come and take care of the Sith that had just announced himself in the Cantina. Not that they would have just cause for doing anything, considering all he'd done was drink a glass of water and sit down.

"Why did you react as you did just now when I mentioned what I was?"

It wasn't a question of not understanding the situation, but more of a question meant to lead into something. It was obvious that Leos knew why, he just wanted the man to say it.

[member="Munin"]

 

[Munin]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

”Well, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you guys don’t have the best reputation.” It was half a joke, half serious. Three decades or so ago this sector of space had been controlled by a government that was now defunct. The Sith Empire it had called itself, and it’s legacy was not a kind one.

Munin was not old enough to truly remember the Sith Empire, but he was a student of History, had to be for his job.

From the looks of some of the old timers within the Cantina however it was apparent that he was correct in what he said. Some within the very walls they sat inside of still remembered what Moridin and Ashin Varanin had done not half a lifetime ago. They remembered the slaughter, the genocides, half a dozen different massacres. Of course, there was also the One Sith, the group that had brought terror to the galaxies core for the last decade.

No.

Sith did not have the best reputations.

”Not exactly friendly.” He stopped himself for a few seconds, looking at the man before slowly continuing on. ”From what I hear.”

 

[Mr. OOC]

Leos could only nod at this. Of course it was true, their reputation did often proceed them. But that just fed into the next point he would make.

"So do you judge based on reputation, then? The actions of the few who become known are often attributed to the whole, perhaps unjustly so."

He made no move to draw a weapon or harm anyone. People might be on edge, but he'd done nothing, and would continue to do nothing so long as everyone kept their cool and didn't try to give him the axe, figuratively speaking. He didn't think anyone in the place actually had an axe, though he might be slightly impressed if they did. He did prioritize some situational awareness, however. Teynara had implored him to be careful in his dealings, after all. He didn't want to disappoint her by getting himself killed at this stage. Not only that but it would completely ruin any hope of achieving what they were trying to do.

"Throughout history the Sith and the Jedi have been at odds with one another, waging war after war because of it. Often people, such as those here, are caught in the middle of it, and suffer the most for it. Yet you only fear the Sith, and not the Jedi. Many a time have the Jedi been at fault for such battles. In the days of the Old Republic, Jedi Generals led forces against the separatists, who really just wanted to be left alone, and devastated worlds as a result.

"Before that, the Jedi committed mass genocide under the direction of the leadership of the Republic, entering this very Caldera and nearly wiping out the entire Sith species, and what few Sith remained after the Great Hyperspace war. Through both of these times the Jedi taught their young learners that the Jedi used their powers to defend and protect, never to attack. Yet their own blades slaughtered many.

"But you do not fear them and their ability to ingratiate themselves to the galaxy, while quietly manipulating it to wage war against the Sith. They espouse a desire for balance and harmony, and yet they seek to crush one side of that balance, creating no balance at all.

"So why do you stereotype me, and let the Jedi run amok? Surely some of my kind are worthy of the stereotype, I admit. But are all?"

[member="Munin"]

 

[Munin]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

”I didn’t say I liked Jedi either.” There were a few more murmurs of assent behind him as he said those words. Munin didn’t actually expect it that time, but apparently people in this cantina were sick of...well pretty much all of the force users. One could hardly blame them, nothing set people apart like power and Force Users simply had more power than everyone else. It was inevitable.

”To me. You’re interchangeable.” Again the murmurs resounded. ”Sith slaughter, kill, massacre whenever they want. Maybe not all of you, but an undeniable majority run around the galaxy doing whatever you want. The Jedi? The Jedi just claim to own everything.”

It was important to note that Munin didn’t actually believe half of what he was saying. To him both the Jedi and Sith were just another part of the greater galactic game. They were no better or worse than anyone else. After all, a Moff could do the same thing as a Sith Lord, and a well meaning man could do the same as a Jedi.

Yet he was playing to the crowd, and the little slips of truth made it easier. ”As far as I’m concerned all of you are to be avoided.”

That was the most honest thing he’d said all day.

 

[Mr. OOC]

"Interesting."

The guy was persuasive, he'd give him that. Could almost be a Falleen, save for the fact he didn't have green skin and look like a human lizard. The art of persuasion was much more difficult when you didn't have the Force to infiltrate people's thoughts and plant new ideas. Most interesting of all was the fact that people here seemed to agree with him about the Jedi as well. Maybe he should spend more time on Nfolgai when everything was said and done. The people here might actually like what he had to say. Might. Or they might hate it just because it involved those who utilized the Force. That was equally as probable based on their reactions.

The Jedi did claim to own everything. All while slaughtering anyone that was even portended to have something to do with the so called dark side of the Force. That annoyed the Sith part of him, but the realist in him just realized that there was really no difference between Sith and Jedi except in methodology. They both equally believed the other was wrong and actively sought to eradicate each other.

"How well has avoiding problems solved them throughout history?"

You could run and hide, but that didn't make a problem go away. Persistent ones would always follow you, always find a way to figure out where you were. Jedi and Sith were persistent forces throughout the galaxy, ever since their inception. Was avoiding them ever going to do anything? No, it was more or less akin to passively enabling the wars that had plagued the galaxy for many years now. In some ways, the avoidance made them worse than the Jedi and Sith.

"Wouldn't you rather seek a solution to a problem, rather than see it fester in a never ending cycle of hatred and violence which constantly creates strife throughout the galaxy? Or are you content in knowing that thousands die every day while you live your quiet lives here on a backwater Sith Empire world? Especially if I was to tell you that Sith warfleets pass by here often, and could just as easily stop here. Or that the Jedi fleets might follow them here and a battle might ensue because of it."

[member="Munin"]

 

[Munin]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

This time he looked towards the others in the Cantina. There wasn’t really a right answer to the mans question, not for Munin anyway. He was an Information broker, that was his trade and the craft that he had chosen. He and his partner had mountains upon mountains of data, and they sold that data to whomever could pay the price. Sith, Jedi, Cartels, whomever wanted it.

War was good for them.

Whenever there was a war both sides tended to flock to any information they could find about their opponents. They would go to any source, and Munin and Huginn were probably one of the biggest sources in the galaxy, or near enough anyway. For him, war was a good thing, something that was to be actively followed...if not exploited.

”I’m not a soldier.” He began slowly, catching the glances of some of the others in the Cantina. He guessed that a few of them had likely served one Government or another at some point in time, maybe as soldiers, pilots, or whatever. This world had seen too many Empire’s for that not to be true. ”I’m just another guy. Fighting is what you do. It’s not what I do. Not what I want to do.”

Again, he told nothing but the truth. ”There’s probably a dozen people in here who have fought in one war or another, probably another dozen who would fight for you now, but I’m not one of them.”

 

[Mr. OOC]

Leos shook his head at this.

"War is not the only solution to a problem. Nor is it warranted in every situation that requires a solution."

He had no doubt that most of those who'd stayed, especially those that had reached for their weapons, had worked for some government or other in the past. A lot of those who eventually became disenfranchised by their governments, or retired from service, ended up on some backwater world, trying to live out their days without having to do anything. Useless. Not only that, but cowardly and disgusting. Of course he wouldn't say that because it would incite them to attack him, and then he'd have to kill everyone in the place. That was a mess he really wasn't all that interested in making. So he kept his thoughts on the matter purely to himself.

Now, this man in front of him was the sort of individual that seemed more interested in getting information than actually giving proper answers. Leos had noted the distinct lack of quick responses, which meant he was thinking carefully about what to say. Add in that he'd managed to get everyone in the place hanging on his every word, and it was easy to see that he was pandering to them. Why? Likely so he could draw on them for protection of Leos turned violent. Smart, but unnecessary. There could be more to it than that, but if there was, Leos would have to invade the mans privacy to find out, and that would also, now, draw the ire of the local population. Not effective.

"You don't want to fight. There's nothing wrong with not wanting to draw a weapon and take someone's life. But problems aren't only solved with violence. In fact, they rarely ever are. Problems are most effectively solved with words, and information," he let the last word hang for a second before continuing, "and I think you already knew that. So let's imagine, shall we, what will happen when war finds you. It will, you know. Every world is subject to war as long as the galaxy continues as it does. It's only a matter of time.

"When war finds you, and you're caught up in it. What will you do? Run and hide like a coward? Or find a way to contribute to its end? Think carefully on the question and what I said before."

[member="Munin"]

 

[Munin]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

"Cowardice, I find, is misunderstood." He answered quickly this time, his voice steady and calm. A few of the others in the cantina grumbled at his statement, but everyone within the small room was still listening. Their eyes were passing from Munin to the Sith, and then at the floor. None of them wanted to seem like they were listening, but of course all of them were. It was hard to pretend that this wasn't near and dear to everyone, that this issue didn't creep into nearly everyone's thoughts at one point or another.

"The Coward." He began. "Does not ask for confrontation. He does not ask for battle. He does not ask for anything but to be left alone."

The information broker shrugged. "You're talking yourself in circles. You claim you don't want war. You claim that not all Sith are bloodthirsty, but here you are trying to convince a man who has said he does not want to go to war to fight. You tell me that war will find me, that there's nothing I can do do avoid it, but why not? Why should I have to fight your war. Why should I have to fight your battle, and it is your battle. Jedi, Sith, It doesn't matter which side claims to be right or wrong. You both bring the same thing."

A few people in the room nodded in agreement, though others obviously didn't like the spirit of what Munin was saying.

"If not wanting to help you makes me a coward, then I'm a coward." He shrugged. "Better a coward than a fool."

He tossed a hand towards the patrons of the cantina, almost flamboyantly. "Anything I do to help you will end in death, my death, yours, or perhaps his. Whether it's violent or not."

Munin pointed towards a random patron. Again he spoke in half truths. He didn't actually really believe that violence was inevitable, but he did think that Sith would always tend towards violence. Thousands of years of galactic History had proven him right, and even if this man didn't subscribe to wholesale slaughter Munin was more than sure that a few of his friends did.

The Information Broker finally stood up from his chair, looking the man in the eye.

"The war won't end." He said simply, something he truly believed in fact. "Not as long as anyone feels even a hint of ambition, and you have that in droves, don't you?"

 

[Mr. OOC]

A smirk touched at his lips. Such a troubled mind to want nothing to do with the thing that would always find you. Nothing but a stain on the galaxy. And yet, these were the people that he hoped to lead, in part, one day. The people that would, then, be able to do just this: nothing. But suffice to say, this man was not the person that he was looking for, unfortunately. They needed someone with willpower, not someone who wanted to hide away and watch the galaxy burn around them. Not everyone was cut out for the struggle that was to come, though. Unfortunate as that was, there was nothing he'd be able to do to convince this man to grow a backbone.

"Unfortunate that you believe as you do. Especially since you're wrong."

He moved to stand then, straightening his robes as he did so. No, he wasn't going to kill him for being wrong, or kill anyone else. Instead, he walked over and set several coins on the bar for the trouble he'd caused in driving many of the cantina's patrons away with his revelation that he was a Sith. A few coins he could easily spare in an effort to change the way that people viewed him. After all, he was no monster.

"Change comes to those with the ambition to strive for it, not those that hide from reality. The war will end in time, when the right people bring their heads together to make it so. It might be bloody, but when it's over, people like you, who choose to do nothing, will be able to do nothing anywhere in the galaxy without fear of death. So yes, I have ambition, as do others like me. I'd have offered you a role in the coming change, but I don't think you're fit for it. Sorry to have wasted your time."

With that he'd start for the door.

[member="Munin"]

 

[Munin]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

"When you stand." Munin said with a smile, his eyes following the man as he walked out of the door. "Before a field of corpses, wrought by your hand or the hand of those you serve, remember this conversation."

He wasn't sure why he kept speaking.

Munin didn't believe half of what he had said to the man. In truth he was the galaxies greatest pragmatist. War made profits for him and Huginn, but they were hardly the greatest collaborators of those who sought to spread death. Their trade was plied with an ritualistic sense of the galaxy. Information was information. It was valuable to everyone, and it was to be denied to no one. That was always how they had operated, never trying to influence things one way or another, just surviving and thriving in whatever was going on.

Perhaps it was Spark's influence that made him speak, her views on the Sith that had been impressed upon him. It seemed somewhat more likely, though it could just be that Munin's alias had taken on a life of it's own. It was often that way, where a role ran away from him so far. "Remember the coward in the cantina, and what he said."

He went on.

"Try to remember your words about the war ending." Someone should've really stopped him. "When your closest friends cut your throat. Try to remember the ambition you hold so dear, and recognize it in the eyes of those killing you."

 

[Mr. OOC]

Leos paused at the door. The man's tongue had turned into a faucet of words. At first he thought the man might be upset that he'd been called out and then cast aside for being a coward. Truthfully, there probably was some small part of the man that was upset over that fact. But the more he thought about it, the more he figured it was an attempt to rile him up, to get him to snap and act the way a Sith would act in a situation like this. A good effort to, as it did touch a nerve to hear the warning about a friend slitting his throat. That was always a possibility, especially since he was working with Jedi in his quest. He just didn't think the one he was closest to was that type of person.

Tapping his fingers against the door frame, he looked back at Munin.

"I'll see you again someday. There might be bodies in my wake, as you say. It will be necessary, after all. But you'll find diplomatic solutions in my wake as well. Both are necessary for the safety and preservation of this galaxy." He smiled. "Besides, death is inevitable. Fearing it will do nothing for you."

He shrugged and walked through the door, aiming to head back to his ship. No rush, though. If Munin decided to follow him, it would be entirely possible.

[member="Munin"]

 

[Munin]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

Slowly Munin sat himself down.

For a moment he thought about what had just happened, considering the implications of going up against a Sith in even a round of words. He wasn’t a fighter by any means of the word, and a Sith would have been able to eviscerate him within the blink of an eye. Still, he felt oddly...calm after the exchange.

It had seemed during the middle of the exchange that the man had figured him out. His words on information had made his heart race with more than a hint of fear. In the end however it seemed that much like Spark, the man couldn’t read minds.

For a moment the information Broker looked about the room. Some of the people within the cantina were still staring at him, others were motioning towards him, and he was almost entirely sure that everyone was talking about him. Although the Sith hadn’t broken his cover, the man had made his job much more difficult. He frowned for a moment and then stood up, tossing a credit chit onto the table.

There was work to be done. Not the least of which was finding out that Sith’s name.