Sith Species Novels & Stories

“L-Lord Sid, I… I just want to go back to live in seclusion to recuperate,” Sahar replied with a shaky voice. He did not expect to be caught by that old fart Sid. This old man despised evil, so how would he let Sahar go? Yet, Sid was one of the six Sacred Saints of the Star Kingdom after all. Sahar was just a True Saint. So, Sahar certainly had no chance of winning. He could not escape and he felt helpless.

"Given the nature of our mission that is not really an option." "Which leaves the Eldar. Not much is known about them. They were the rulers of a great civilisation once, long before the Empire made its mark upon the galaxy. They were, and still are, the most advanced species you will come across. Their way of doing battle is the complete opposite of orks. Instead of charging at you while blazing away they use stealth tactics. Strike when no-one expects it, jam sensors, give false readings and be gone as soon as they came. Few have ever encountered them and even fewer have survived their attacks."

The room went deathly still. "You’re saying I’ve rewritten the species?" Elara asked, her heart hammering against her ribs. "I am saying you are the Mother of the New Breed," Sif corrected. "And the Old World wants to know if you intend to lead them, or if we should prepare to defend ourselves against your 'Anchor.'" Sif reached into her jacket and pulled out a small, obsidian disc. She placed it on the table. It began to glow with a faint, violet light—the signature of the Shadow Throne.