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Darth Thrax, while using the Art of the Small, easily crept up behind the bothan jedi without it sensing him. In one quick movement, the jedi was no more than two pieces of meat lying on the floor in a heap. The smell of singed flesh lingered in the air which caused the zabraks' nostrils to flare. He glared at Iyezo and Fien, his kinship, with blood red eyes filled with anger. "Let's get this over with. I'll deal with your incompetence later." He turned without waiting for them to respond and ran off down a large hallway. To his suprise, there was no one around. No soldiers, no jedi, nothing.
Then he felt something. Something that he had not felt in a very long time yet it was also very familiar. He slowed to a stop and closed his eyes, holding his hand up to stop the following zabrak as well. He tried to focus on the presence, a bead of sweat broke on his forehead, as he began concentrating with every ounce of Force he had in him. Then it clicked. His eyes shot wide open, rage building up inside of his entire body. "Iyezo, he is here. You can feel it too... Can't you..." The man that he was talking about was Ike Dulvin, his parents' killer, and a confused look came upon his face. Why the jedi allowed him back in their ravaged Order, he did not know. But he would soon find out.
The trio set off once again and the presence soon became very strong. As they rounded the next corner, they came upon a large durasteel blast door. The sith could feel Force power emanating from behind the door as they approached it with caution. Out of nowhere, the door opened up and they were immediately faced with a human male of large stature. Ike Dulvin. Without hesitation, Darth Thrax lunged forward aggresively, his brilliant emerald blades aimed directly for the jedi's chest.
Ike Dulvin, a rogue jedi no longer, ignited his cyan blade and batted away the Gatesmaster's blades with relative ease and took a step back, his face had a wide smirk across it. "Greetings, Eaoth. Still full of hatred, I see." He chuckled lightly as he stared into Thrax's vengeful eyes that burned with intense hate and rage. "And I see you've brought guests." The human spoke as he glanced over Thrax's shoulder, his smirk never waning.
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