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Much better, Phantom. And I would appreciate it if you wouldn't call me 'little one'... I realize you have a superiority complex, but try to keep it from manifesting itself in your speach. It aggrivates me."
Gash paced for a moment, keeping his distance from Phantom constant, orbitting around the Sith Lord. His mind flashed back to his time on Ziost... his uncle, Recon Klain. Phantom was a Lord of some fame. One with a reputation as brutal, bloody, cruel. Klain had spoke of him, once or twice, in their hushed discussions.
"Come on, Phantom. Return to greatness... kill me. Take the life of the 'famous Jedi Master Jiren', and return once more to the position of the most powerful Sith in the galaxy. You know you want to do it, Phantom- look at how your former followers flock to you? You're high on your own ego. Kill me.
"You can't win. Kill me, and I become a more powerful force than you could ever understand..."