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The masked Sith teen stood tall, tall for his age that is conversing with a nefarious looking man who might be a bit older than him. It was difficult to tell as Silas wore his mask and robes, his youthful face hidden behind the cold dark metal and his thin albeit it athletically muscular frame conc...

The wind whipped through the air and he crawled from his seat, pain shooting up his back. He groaned as he tried to right himself, the scent of ozone and charred metal hanging heavy in the air. He felt the wind come in through the gaping hole in the side of the small transport, he could see the sno...

It's Hoth

The young Sith threw his hands up in there air as Jarik continued to insult him. He knew he should have stabbed him instead of helping him to his feet. Why must he be stuck here with a Jedi? Let alone why must it be THIS Jedi? He looked at Jarik who was rambling on and on about masks and the Sith's...

He heard the snap hiss of the saber, his instincts told him to act, but he did not, instead he heard his name called by...not him. Anyone but him...then a thud into the snow and the sound of the lightsaber extinguishing itself. He turned to meet the Jedi's gaze. "Idiot." He smirked as he gingerly m...

A hiss. In another moment the lid was open. The occupant gasped for air, his young eyes sprang open and he sat up. The youth patted himself along his torso as if to verify that he was indeed finally awake. How long had it been and what had happened? More importantly as his eyes adjusted to the ligh...

A frozen wasteland