Star Wars: the Old Republic

Karse’s Final Moments

A revisiting of this scene for Oryon’s canon. The starfighter wreck referenced at the end comes from this post, though of course in this canon, Lathril never became Sith.
Author’s Note

The three of them stood in silence on Bonadan’s surface. The dingy light shone off a refinery in the distance, flashing as the parts of the huge Imperial machine moved unceasingly. Here up on a natural bluff, though, the wind was cold, and it stank. Fitting, Lathril thought, for the mission that would end here, one way or another.

The Lord Commander

Lord Commander Brant Auretal paced his office in the Imperial Citadel, looking out through the rain-streaked windows, waiting to see the shuttle lights of his approaching superior on the landing pad. Waiting… for his punishment to come.

What Could Have Been

The sounds of choking filled the air. Alarmed, Lathril flew to his feet and looked into his master’s office.

It had been a few days after the announcement and ceremony of Sarak’s new position Continue reading “What Could Have Been”

A Sith’s Last Testament

Sarak,

If you are reading this, then something has happened to me, preventing me from continuing my duties and contacting you in any other way. Continue reading “A Sith’s Last Testament”

The Crystals of Lorrd

Kellaro stared hard at his big toe and attempted to move it. He thought the light shifted, just a little, where it reflected off his toenail, but he couldn’t be sure. He slammed his head back on the baseboard irritably and stared up at the ceiling.

“Seetwo? What time is it?”

“Approximately 0436 hours, sir,” said the protocol droid standing by the bedroom door. “Exactly 1 minute and 57 seconds since last you asked.”

“Ugh!” Kellaro tried to roll over on his side, but that hurt, and he was left to straining with one arm to reach the datapad on his bedside table. Brant had cleverly left it just out of reach, to encourage him to rest, but instead it was probably the most stretching Kellaro had done since he had been transferred to the Lord Commander’s manor on Dromund Fels to convalesce from his broken leg.

“Droid? What time is it now?”

“Approximately 0437 hours, sir. Exactly 30 seconds–”

“Nevermind!” Kellaro shouted, and he slumped to stare at the ceiling.

“Master Lok’kar, you have a visitor,” said Seetwo suddenly.

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Another Vision

“I thought I told you never to come back here!”

“Yeah, you did. But we need to talk.”

“Get out! Guards!”

Kellaro felt the Imperial Guards surround him and grab his arms. He quickly fused his magnet boots to the floor, but made no other move, his eyes seeking Brant’s. He said quietly, “I found the fugitives.”

What Almost Was

“Pirates, here? Are you quite sure, Bett?”

Investigation on Edusa

When Lathril opened the Edusa compound’s door, it got stuck halfway through pulling back into the wall. After edging sideways in through the narrow portal, he saw the reason: old lightsaber strikes Continue reading “Investigation on Edusa”

The Jedi’s Astromech

The tune sounded like it was coming from the inside of a tin can. Ritzy and unconventional, the occasional static added to its character, even as it overwrote the lines Lathril knew so well.

And it didn’t belong at all in Imperial space.

Blue and Red

Commander Auretal was surprisingly young.

When Lathril first met him, the Sith had been wearing a mask. Lathril had imagined an old man — or perhaps an alien species — barely holding together under the ravages of the Dark Side under that mask, but when Auretal took the bit of metal off to smooth his moustache, he was revealed to be a brown-skinned human barely into adulthood, with the only sign of his Sith status the yellowing of his eyes.

The yellowing of his eyes… and his chronic impatience. Lathril disliked him immediately.