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Aequitas nodded, repeating the Apprentice’s words, “Venedictos Appo, Venedictos Ap-“, he stopped mid-sentence. He finally brought his head down to look at the young man. He breathed heavily. On front of him was a younger version of his cousin, or rather his brother, Angelus. “Venedictos Appo”, he boomed loudly across the corridor. He looked at his relative in the eye before pacing away. “I’ve heard of you, you little mongrel. You’re, you’re Dioltas’ son, aren’t you. Or, were. Before you killed him in cold blood”, he said before continuing, without stopping for breath. “Do you know how often I had to go to Angelus’ house to comfort him about the loss of his son, tell him how his son was now with the Force? I had wasted valuable Imperial time, not to mention, have to deal with the loss of a nephew whose company I enjoyed greatly”.
Aequitas looked at the young Naboo with a snarl and sweeped his hand to the left. Without warning, the young Appo was sent flying backwards in the corridor. “Don’t touch him”, Aequitas shouted to the guards, who were rushing to arrest Venedictos, “Let me deal with the little whelp”. _________________
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