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This creature eludes me...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> I pondered the trail. I had to recall my essence. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
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"Wayland."
The cockpit of my small yet nimble craft felt snug and cozy, deary in furnishings, Spartan in accomodations. Yet I felt at peace and in serenity when my rhetro burners flared, the sublight drive initiating into pre flight protocol.
"I shall find you yet, Ahnk of the Sith."
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My mind fients me to your trail. Discard a hint. A trace. Damn! Something...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> But in all reality. Ahnk of the Sith had covered his tracks most efficiently. To a notably efficient degree. And that scared Kyp.
That a player of the Dark Force could infiltrate a high security installation, could ruse and decieve his way through the temples inhabitants, could lead a charade of scandalous lies, was in fact, a good reason for fear.
Yet, I was confident, that in my own new or old found abilities. I would track this monster, and come to the accurate knowledge and understanding of his tricks. I would discover the meaning of his visit. I would allocate my strength to perish the Dark Force into the netherlands beyond, I would vanquish the evil that stood out through the light.
My hyperdrive kicked in through initiating procedures. I was on my way to Wayland.