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The air on Iridonia was crisp, as it almost always was, with a slight breeze. The Sith Gatesmaster occasionally stopped on Iridonia to visit his old home, which was still untouched, and meditate. Thrax held his lighsaber loose in his hand and pulled his hood back, showing his horns. This wasn't meant as a sign of aggression, as it normally would have, but more of his eagerness to fight. Thrax tossed his hilt into the air and used the Force to suspend it in the air. He brought his hand higher, palm up, and the hilt began to spin slowly. "Tell me, why have you requested a duel with me?" He began to step closer to Fien as he spoke and stopped right as he stopped speaking. _________________

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