
He knows us, too.
The black uniform of the Supreme Commander came into view, his gloved hands clasped behind his back.
"They call you Malice?" he asked softly.
"I was named so on the field of battle, Supreme Commander." she responded matter-of-fact, silently cursing herself. Why did she have to justify a name given to her by someone else? Especially to some Naval commander, even supreme commander?
The old man in the white uniform came up along side the man in black (truth be told, she knew who they were respectively: Supreme Commander Simon Kaine and the old goat was retired Grand Moff Azrael Zell) and muttered, "Not related to that bastard Draclau are you?"
The question confused her and the old man, seeing it, grinned wickedly, "Some Sith who impregnated a Jedi Master and she had his bastard." He laughed with a certain relish.
"I am not privy to the mating habits of the Jedi," she replied with a slight distaste.