The room was dark and still, save for the quiet hum of the stabilizers circling the Holocron. The artifact hovered in a field of soft blue light, suspended above the containment pedestal. Sparks of strained energy flickered along its edges. The projection of Satele Shan stood in front of it, her figure semi-transparent, shoulders back and chin high. She did not move, but her eyes followed Collan as he paced slowly around the room. He held the remote control device in his hand, the small Sith artifact buzzing faintly against his palm. It was dormant for now, though the air around it shimmered with residual heat. He had used it often over the last few days. Very often.
He stopped across from her.
"I must admit, I'm impressed," he said.
She didn't answer.
"This little tool," he continued, holding it up slightly, "has reduced real Jedi to incoherent wrecks. The pain it causes isn't merely physical. It threads through the Force itself. It unravels the pathways your minds use to focus, to resist. It makes you feel everything that has ever hurt you—again and again. Everyone screams, most beg, all of them break."
He looked at her steadily.
"But not you. You just stand there. You endure. As expected of Grandmaster Satele Shan."
Satele gave no reply. Her expression remained still, she had no words to offer him.
Collan lowered the device and resumed walking. His frustration had been building the past few days, but he made sure to keep his cool.
"I used to admire your kind," he said. "When I was a child, I thought the Jedi were the purest force for good in the galaxy. Their wisdom. Their courage. Their self-control. I studied them the way some children studied politics or sabacc cards. I memorized names. Holocrons. Battles. I would have given anything to be one of you."
He stopped again and glanced toward her.
"But fate didn't choose me. No sensitivity. No gifts. I wasn't one of the few born with the spark. I was just... normal. So in the end I kept reading. Kept watching."
He took a slow breath.
"And the more I read, the more I understood. The Jedi weren't protectors. They were caretakers of a failing system. They spoke of peace, but it was always reactive. They intervened too late or not at all. Their code demanded detachment, but detachment became indifference. And when they made mistakes—when they created their own enemies—they never owned it. They only pushed it away."
He turned toward her now.
"And the Sith. I thought they were monsters, but no that's just what most of them ended up as. I read deeper. Freed from the rules, but slaves to their emotions. They called it strength. But all I saw was insecurity. Paranoia. Rage. They betrayed each other for scraps of control and called that freedom."
He stepped closer to the Holocron. The artifact in his hand flickered faintly.
"You led armies, Grandmaster. You fought Sith Lords. You saw the cycles firsthand. But nothing changed. For thousands of years, the Jedi and the Sith danced the same pattern. Conflict. Collapse. Fragile peace. Then more war. It never ends."
Satele finally spoke.
"You speak of patterns, but you refuse to see your place in one. There is nothing new in your path. Only the same kind of failure."
Collan's smile was faint.
"You're wrong. I've studied every point of divergence. Every collapse. Every fall. What was missing was control. Sith fear it. Jedi abuse it. I will master it."
He walked back to the center of the room.
"I don't want to destroy the galaxy. I want to correct it. I see the weak points in every structure. Every government. Every system of belief. And with the right power, I can remake it all. Permanently."
"It sounds as if you wish to become a god," Satele said.
Collan didn't flinch.
"I will be the center of the new design. A being unshackled from the petty cycle, from fear, from dependency on broken orders and dying governments. The mask will give me what I need to finish the process."
"You believe you can wear the mask. That you can wear the legacy of Darth Nihilus and remain whole. The mask will swallow everything that makes you an individual," Satele said with a shake of her head.
"I am not Nihilus," Collan said. "He was fractured. I am not."
She looked at him carefully. "You think your will is enough. But the Force isn't a code to rewrite. The deeper you try to control it, the more it'll push back. Eventually you'll find yourself on the receiving end of all that backlash."
Collan said nothing for a long moment. The lights of the Holocron reflected off his face, making his eyes seem brighter than they were. "Give what I need. Give me the map's coordinates."
"No," Satele said.
The artifact in his hand buzzed louder. A faint red glow built beneath the casing.
Collan didn't shout. He didn't even raise his voice. "I can do this for forever."
"I know," she said.
He activated the device.
The red lightning arced forward. It struck the stabilizers and surged through the Holocron, disrupting the projection's core alignment. Satele's image twisted violently. Her body buckled. Her knees trembled, but she didn't fall. Her mouth tensed, but she didn't scream.
He let the current fade after a few seconds.
"Where is it?" he asked.
She raised her head slowly.
"You don't want to find it."
"I already found the ritual, I've already found everything I need, years of my life dedicated to this," he said. "All I need is the location."
Satele looked up at Collan with something akin to pity. "If you take the mask, the next time you look in the mirror, you won't see yourself. Youll be gone."
"I'm not afraid," Collan said.
"You should be."
He raised the artifact again.
"I'm not interested in your false warnings."
He activated it again. The projection jolted as the red current surged once more through her body.
Satele's form dropped to one knee.
"I will not break," she said.
He stepped forward and watched her closely.
"Maybe," he said. "I suppose we will see."
He went to press the device again.
Suddenly
The ship shook violently, throwing Collan against a console. Red warning lights flashed, and an alarm blared through the chamber. Collan scowled and stormed to the comm panel on the wall. He pressed the activation button. "Bridge, report. What is happening?" Collan asked.
A droid's voice responded through the comm. "Commander Eislo, this is B-7X. The Oberon is under attack by two Republic cruisers. They have deployed fighters and are engaging our defenses."
Collan's hand tightened around the device. "How did they find us?" He turned to Satele, who was pulling herself to her feet and have her a malicious smile. "Don't go anywhere." He left his quarters, the door hissing shut behind him.
Collan walked through the corridors of the Oberon toward the bridge. Crew members ran past, carrying out orders. The ship shook again, and Collan steadied himself against a bulkhead. He reached the bridge, a large room filled with consoles and holodisplays. Mercenaries operated the stations, and droids stood at auxiliary controls. The main viewport showed the battle outside.
Two Republic cruisers, Venator-class, floated in space, their hulls visible against a nearby star. Their turbolaser batteries fired green bolts that struck the Oberon's shields. Republic starfighters, ARC-170s and Z-95 Headhunters, moved between the cruisers, fighting the Oberon's fighters. The Oberon's fighters, Vulture droids and Headhunters, returned fire with red laser bolts.
Collan sat in the command chair. "Give me a status report."
A crew member turned from his console. "Shields are at sixty percent, Commander. The cruisers are targeting our port side. Our fighters are holding their own."
Collan studied the tactical display. The Oberon was larger than the Republic cruisers, and had many more weapons but taking on two Venator-Class ships might be out of its range. Experimental ion pulse cannons, taken from a military project, lined its flanks. Collan had risked much to obtain them, and now he would test them. "Send power to the port shields," Collan ordered. "Launch all remaining fighters and target the lead cruiser's bridge. Activate the ion pulse cannons."
The crew member nodded and relayed the orders. Droids worked at their stations to bring the experimental weapons online. The battle outside grew intense. The Republic cruisers adjusted their positions, the lead ship, the Valiant, moving to protect the Resolute. Turbolaser fire lit up space. A Vulture droid exploded as an ARC-170 hit it, and a Headhunter spun out of control.
The Oberon's ion pulse cannons powered up, their barrels humming. Collan leaned forward in his chair. "Fire."
The ion pulse cannons fired blue energy waves that crossed space and hit the Valiant's shields. The shields flickered, and sparks erupted from the cruiser's hull as systems failed. Its port-side turbolasers stopped firing. The bridge crew shouted in approval, but Collan remained focused on the tactical display.
A droid spoke. "Commander, we have an incoming transmission from the Valiant."
"Put it through," Collan said.
A hologram appeared, showing a Republic officer in a naval uniform. "This is Admiral Korran of the Republic Navy. You are outmatched, Collan Eislo. Surrender your vessel, you are being arrested on crimes of murder, treason, possession of a dangerous artefact, corporate and political espionage, conspiracy to commit murder, conspiracy to commit treason, property damage, unpaid taxes. Power down your ship and prepare to be boarded."
Collan smirked. "You're wrong, Admiral I'm not outmatched and I won't surrender. You'll regret this." He ended the transmission and turned to his crew. "Target their engines. Fire everything."
The Oberon's turbolasers fired green bolts at the Valiant. The ion pulse cannons fired again, their blue waves breaking through the cruiser's shields. Explosions spread across the Valiant's hull, and its engines flickered, leaking plasma. The Resolute moved to protect the Valiant, its turbolasers hitting the Oberon's shields shaking the ship under the onslaught.
The fighter battle continued outside. Republic ARC-170s flew in tight groups, their rear gunners destroying Vulture droids. The Oberon's Headhunters fought back, their laser cannons flashing. A Vulture droid collided with an ARC-170, both exploding in a burst of fire. Debris floated through space, hitting shields and hulls.
"Shields are at forty percent," the crew member reported.
Collan stood and paced the bridge. "Bring us around. Focus all fire on the Resolute's weapons. Deploy the buzz droids."
A hatch on the Oberon's hull opened, releasing buzz droids. The small machines sped toward the Resolute and attached to its hull. They cut into the cruiser's turbolaser batteries, disabling several. The Resolute's fighters tried to stop them, their laser cannons destroying some buzz droids, but many reached their targets.
Admiral Korran's voice came through the comm again. "This is your final warning, Eislo. Surrender, or we will destroy your ship."
Collan laughed. "Try it, Admiral." He turned to his crew. "Increase power to the ion pulse cannons. Fire when ready."
The Oberon shook as turbolaser bolts hit its shields. A console sparked, and a crew member moved to repair it. Droids worked to fix other systems. Outside, the Resolute's fighters targeted the Oberon's weapons. A Headhunter exploded, its pilot's voice cutting off over the comm.
"Fire," Collan ordered.
The ion pulse cannons fired, their blue waves hitting the Resolute. Its shields failed, and explosions spread across its hull. The cruiser drifted, its weapons silent. The Valiant continued firing, its turbolasers striking the Oberon's shields. The Oberon returned fire with its turbolasers and ion pulse cannons.
"Shields are at twenty percent," the crew member said.
Collan looked at the tactical display. The Resolute was disabled, but the Valiant was still fighting. The Oberon's fighters were taking losses, and the Republic's pilots were gaining the upper hand. "Send all reserve power to the shields," Collan said. "Recall our fighters to protect the ship. Prepare for a hyperspace jump."
The crew member hesitated. "The navicomputer is still calculating, Commander. We need time."
"Then make time," Collan said. He activated the shipwide comm. "All hands, brace for impact. Gunners, target the Valiant's bridge. Droids, focus on repairs."
The Oberon's fighters formed a defensive line, engaging the Republic ARC-170s. Buzz droids continued damaging the Valiant, disabling another turbolaser battery. The Republic cruiser fired a large salvo, overwhelming the Oberon's shields. An explosion shook the bridge, and multiple droids and mercenaries were blown from their station and onto the floor. Collan ducked under his chair avoiding the sparks.
"Shields are critical," the crew member shouted.
Collan moved back into the command chair as the ship shook. The Valiant prepared another salvo. "Navicomputer status?" he asked.
A droid answered. "Coordinates are locked. Hyperspace jump is ready."
Collan looked at the viewport, where the Valiant's turbolasers glowed. "Engage hyperdrive."
The Oberon's engines roared, and the stars stretched into lines as the ship entered hyperspace, escaping the Republic cruisers. Collan slammed his fist against the armrest of the command chair, his face twisting with anger. He stood and kicked the base of a nearby console, the clang echoing across the bridge. "They think they can chase me? They think they can corner Collan Eislo?" He paced, his boots stomping on the durasteel floor. His crew avoided his gaze, focusing on their stations. He spun toward a droid shoving it from its station onto the floor. "How dare they attack my ship!" His rage subsided as quickly as it came, and he exhaled, running a hand through his hair. He sat back in the chair, his expression calming slightly. "Status report. Now."
A crew member turned from his console. "Shields are offline, Commander. Hull damage on decks seven through twelve. Ion pulse cannons are at half power. Engines are stable, but we lost thirty percent of our fighters."
Collan's jaw tightened. "Get repairs started immediately. Prioritize the shields and weapons."
The crew member nodded and relayed the orders. Droids moved to their stations, beginning diagnostic checks. A human mercenary captain approached Collan, his face serious. "Commander, the Republic won't stop. They'll keep coming after us. They've marked you as a priority target."
Collan leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "I know." He paused, staring at the bridge's ceiling. His fingers tapped the armrest. A smile spread across his face. "I'll just have to send them a message, won't I?"
...
In the brig, deep within the Oberon's lower decks, Padmé Amidala sat in her cell. The battle's impact had shaken the ship, causing the power systems to flicker. Lights dimmed and surged, and the energy barrier of her cell wavered. Sparks flew from a control panel on the wall, and the barrier shut off for a moment. Padmé seized the opportunity. She slipped through the cell door. Luckily for her the brig was empty, the guards likely reassigned during the battle. She moved to the control panel, overriding the lock on the brig's main door. It slid open with a hiss.
Padmé stepped into the corridor, her eyes scanning for security holocams. The ship's alarms had quieted, but the distant hum of repair work echoed through the walls. She knew that whoever had attacked had managed to damage the ship, giving her a chance to escape. She needed to reach the hangar and find a ship. She moved down the corridor, staying close to the walls to avoid detection. Emergency lights cast dim shadows, and she stepped carefully over debris from a damaged bulkhead.
She reached a junction and paused, listening for approaching crew members. The hangar was several decks below, accessible via a turbolift at the end of the corridor. She moved forward, her heart pounding. A droid's mechanical steps echoed nearby, and she ducked into an alcove, holding her breath. The droid passed without noticing her. Padmé reached the turbolift and pressed the call button. The doors opened, revealing an empty lift. She stepped inside and selected the hangar deck. The lift hummed as it descended, but a sudden jolt shook the compartment. The lights flickered, and the lift stopped. A red warning light flashed on the control panel. Padmé pressed the button again, but the lift didn't move.
She heard footsteps approaching from the corridor outside.
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Jaden sat motionless on the edge of the workbench, staring at the floor. The hum of the core that powered his base filled the silence left by Fay's departure. He stood slowly and began walking through his old base. The space had once been his favorite place in the galaxy. He and Velea had spent hours here, repairing droids, tinkering with equipment, and planning their future. The cluttered shelves, the scattered tools, the faint smell of oil and metal—it had all felt like home. Now, every corner of the room grated against him. He couldn't stand being here. Every tool, every crate, every scuff on the floor reminded him of Velea. Every glance at the space where she used to sit reminded him she was gone.
He stopped at a workbench covered in spare parts. His eyes fell on a small hydrospanner, one Velea had used to fix a broken consolee. He picked it up, his fingers tightening around the handle. His chest tightened, and a wave of anger surged through him. He hurled the hydrospanner across the room. It struck a crate, bounced off, and clattered to the floor. The sound echoed, but it didn't satisfy him. It didn't change anything.
Jaden's gaze shifted to the far end of the base, where the Baudo-class space yacht sat in its docking bay. The sleek, curved hull gleamed faintly under the flickering lights. He and Velea had spent months getting kt ready for the new warp core, dreaming of the day they would fly it to Zeltros, the unknown regions, and beyond. They had planned to travel the galaxy together, no more war or pain. He walked toward it, his steps slow, his hands clenched into fists. The yacht was untouched, its hull smooth and polished, ready for a journey that would never happen.
He stopped in front of the ship, staring at it. His breathing grew uneven. He turned and grabbed a metal rod from a nearby pile of scrap, its weight solid in his hands. He faced the yacht again, his vision blurring with rage. He screamed and swung the rod at the hull. The metal clanged against the ship, the impact jarring his arms. He swung again, harder, his voice breaking as he shouted. "Why did you leave me?" He hit the hull again and again, each strike ringing out in the empty base. The yacht's durasteel didn't dent, its surface mocking his efforts. He kept swinging, his screams echoing, until his arms burned and his strength gave out.
The rod slipped from his hands and hit the floor with a dull thud. Jaden stumbled backward, his legs giving way. He fell to his backside, his back against a crate. His chest heaved, and tears streamed down his face. He buried his head in his hands, his body shaking with sobs. The pain of losing Velea poured out. He didn't try to stop it. He couldn't.
"So much pain."
Jaden's head snapped up at the voice, his tears slowing as he turned around. He pushed himself to his feet, his legs trembling from exhaustion and grief. He faced the source of the sound, his eyes narrowed. A hooded man stood in the shadows of the base, his figure cloaked in a dark robe that hid most of his features. The dim light caught the edge of a pale, wrinkled chin, but the hood obscured his eyes. The air around him felt cold and heavy, as if the room itself recoiled from his presence.
Jaden wiped his face with the back of his hand, his grief turning to anger. "Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get in?" He asked angrily, his fists clenching at his sides.
The hooded man tilted his head. "You carry so much pain, Jaden. She is gone, and yet you remain, broken by her absence."
Jaden's jaw tightened, his anger starting to surge inside him. "Get out. Leave now, or you'll regret it."
The hooded man stepped closer, his robes brushing the durasteel floor. "I feel your anger. It burns within you, a fire waiting to be unleashed. Yet you waste it, refusing to direct it at those who took her from you."
"Stop it," Jaden growled, his fists shaking, his nails digging into his palms.
The hooded man's voice grew louder. "Velea died, and her killers walk free. Vaylin lives. Collan lives. Both breathe while she does not. You do nothing. You sit here, drowning in sorrow, too weak to seek justice."
Jaden's vision blurred with rage. He screamed and lunged forward, throwing a right fist at the hooded man's face. The man stepped to the left, his body shifting smoothly to avoid the blow. Jaden followed with a left hook aimed at the man's chest, but the hooded figure twisted backward, his cloak rippling as the punch missed by inches. Jaden pressed forward and threw a series of punches, each one aimed at the man's head or torso. The hooded man moved and easily sidestepped each strike, his feet barely making a sound on the floor.
"You are pathetic," the hooded man said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Vaylin and Collan live, untouched, while Velea's memory fades. You let her killers walk free, while you cry in this forgotten place. You have the anger. You have the power. Use it."
Jaden's scream echoed through the base. He thrust both hands forward, channeling his rage into the Force. A powerful push erupted from him, sending crates, tools, and debris flying across the room. The hooded man was caught in the blast, his body lifted off the ground and slammed into the far wall with a heavy thud. The impact shook the shelves, and a metal panel clattered to the floor. Jaden didn't pause. He reached out with the Force, his mind locking onto a training saber on a nearby rack. The weapon snapped into his hand, its blade igniting as he charged the hooded man.
The man rose to his feet, unharmed, and laughed. He extended his hand, and two training sabers flew from the ground into his grip. Their blades ignitedd and casting a glow across his face. "Show me your anger, Jaden. Let it guide you."
Jaden gripped his saber with both hands and swung it in a wide, diagonal arc toward the man's left shoulder. The hooded man raised one of his sabers, blocking the strike with a clash. Sparks flew as the blades met, and Jaden felt the impact reverberate through his arms. He pulled back and swung again, this time aiming a horizontal slash at the man's waist. The hooded man parried with his second saber, deflecting the blow effortlessly. Jaden stepped forward, his feet shifting into a different form, and launched a series of rapid strikes; high to the man's head, low to his legs, then a thrust at his chest. Each attack was met with a party or block.
"You are weak," the hooded man taunted, stepping back and spinning one saber in a quick flourish. He lunged forward, his right saber slicing toward Jaden's left arm. Jaden barely deflected it, angling his blade to push the attack aside. The hooded man followed with his left saber, aiming a low cut at Jaden's knees. Jaden jumped back, his boots scraping the floor, and countered with a downward strike. The man blocked it with both sabers crossed and then forced him back, the force of the clash pushing Jaden back a step.
"Use your anger," the hooded man hissed. "It makes you powerful."
Jaden's rage surged, burning through his grief. He tapped into it, letting it fuel his strokes. His saber strikes grew faster, and a lot more stronger. He swung his blade in a high arc, aiming for the man's neck. The hooded man ducked, the saber passing inches above his hood. Jaden followed with a side slash, then a thrust. The man blocked each strike, but Jaden's momentum forced him to take a step back. Jaden pressed forward, his saber flashing in a diagonal cut toward the man's chest. The blade came close, nearly grazing the man's robe. But the hooded man deflected it at the last moment.
"Good," the man said, a grin stretching across his face. "Very good."
Jaden's anger drove him harder. He spun to the left, bringing his saber down in a powerful overhead strike. The hooded man blocked it with one saber, but the force of the blow made his arm dip slightly. Jaden seized the opening, swinging his saber in a low arc toward the man's legs. The hooded man then smiled and leaped over the blade, landing lightly and countering with a rapid series of strikes. His sabers moved in a blur each attack forcing Jaden to parry desperately. Jaden blocked a thrust aimed at his chest, then deflected a slash toward his shoulder, but the hooded man's speed overwhelmed him. A saber grazed Jaden's arm, the training blade leaving a sharp sting. Jaden stumbled, his guard weakening.
The hooded man pressed his advantage. He swung both sabers in a scissoring motion, catching Jaden's blade between them. With a twist of his wrists, he wrenched the saber from Jaden's grip, sending it flying across the room. The weapon clattered against a crate and went dark. Before Jaden could react, the man kicked him in the chest with a powerful strike. Jaden flew backward, his body crashing into the hull of the Baudo-class yacht. The impact knocked the air from his lungs, and he slid to the floor, pain radiating through his ribs and back.
Jaden groaned as he pushed himself up, his hands pressing against the cold durasteel. His vision swam, but he forced himself to focus. The hooded man stood across the room.
"Will you let those responsible for murdering your love get away with it?" The man's voice seemed to carry on the air, Jaden could hear the mocking tone of the man and it only pissed him off more. "Vaylin and Collan live, while Velea's ashes scatter in the void. You have the power to make them pay, yet you waste it here, crying like a child."
Jaden's chest heaved, his hands trembling as he pushed himself to his knees. He looked up, his eyes burning with anger and pain, but the hooded man was gone. The base was silent, the training sabers lying dark on the floor. Jaden pushed himself to his feet, his body aching from the fight. He limped toward the Baudo-class yacht as he clutched his side. He climbed the boarding ramp, each movement sending a sharp pain through his ribs. He entered the cockpit and dropped into the pilot's chair, his hands shaking as he activated the ship's sensors. He scanned the area around the base, searching for any sign of the hooded man. The screen showed nothing, no lifeforms, no ships, no trace of the stranger. Jaden's anger flared, and he slammed his fist against the console, the impact rattling the controls. The sensors beeped in protest, but he ignored them.
He leaned back, his mind racing. The hooded man's skill with the training sabers had been extraordinary. Jaden had fought skilled opponents before, but none like this. He was likely a Sith Lord. The thought sent a chill through Jaden, but it also fueled his anger. Who was this man, and why had he come here to taunt him? Jaden reached for the comm panel to contact Master Fay. He needed to tell her about the encounter, to warn her of the potential threat. His finger hovered over the activation button, but a loud beeping interrupted him. He recognized the sound immediately; an emergency broadcast signal coming from the holotable in the main room of the base. He stood, wincing as he moved, and limped out of the cockpit, making his way back to the base's central area.
He reached the holotable and pressed the button to activate the broadcast. The screen flickered to life, projecting a hologram into the air. Jaden's breath caught as Collan Eislo's face appeared, his dark hair slicked back, his eyes and smile full of arrogance. Jaden's anger exploded, his hands clenching into fists as he stared at one of the people responsible for Velea's death.
Collan's voice filled the room. "Greetings, citizens of the galaxy. It is Collan Eislo, Former Heir of Aratech Industries, now I'm not one to stand on ceremony so let's cut to the chase. Today, two Republic cruisers dared to attack my ship, the Oberon. They thought they could corner me, but they were wrong and I got away." His expression darkened. "I am Collan Eislo, and I will not be hunted. I demand that the Republic cease all operations to capture me. Immediately."
Collan leaned closer to the holocam, his lips curling into a smug smile. "If you do not comply, I will use my backdoor access into Aratech's systems to render all of its technology inoperable. That includes every component used in Republic warships. Your fleets will grind to a halt, your defenses will crumble, and you will have no one to blame but yourselves."
He straightened, his smile widening. "This is your final warning. Choose wisely." The transmission ended, the hologram fading into darkness.
Jaden stood frozen, his eyes locked on the now-empty holotable. His breathing grew heavier, each inhale sharp and ragged. With every breath, a flash of Velea's face appeared in his mind—her smile in the sunlit clearing, her eyes glowing violet, her body burning in the reactor chamber. The images seared through him, each one stoking the fire in his chest. His hands shook, his vision blurred, and the pain of her loss mixed with the rage at Collan's arrogance.
He screamed, it was a loud pained scream that echoed through the base. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. The anger consumed him, drowning out everything else. He was going to kill Collan Eislo. The thought was a vow, etched into his mind with absolute certainty. He would find Collan, and he would make him pay for what he had taken.
(AN: wow a bit edgy tbh I hate it but idk I'm guessing this is how someone would react when their partner is killed? Maybe, maybe not. The good part though is the edginess is over now and we just have Jaden who is now singularly focused on killing Collan and all those responsible for Veleas death, which could include a certain little blonde woman in the cells. Anyway expect the plot to pick up quickly now that all this shit is dealt with. We're in the end game now lads. Anyway hope you enjoyed the chapter.)
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