Star Wars The Old Republic Sith Warrior Novels & Stories

Warriors frozen mid-leap, their silver armor turning brittle and shattering as the Syndicate soldiers moved in with heavy hydraulic hammers. "No!" I slammed my fist against the console. "They’re using our own environment against us!" From the command deck of the drill, a figure emerged. Sarah stood on the observation platform, protected by a dome of Null-Glass. She was wearing a headset, her face twisted in a smirk of pure, vengeful triumph.

My companion — the woman who had endured Northern court scorn for her generous curves and foreign roots — was the undisputed sovereign of the very gods who sought to trample her. “Thank you for the truth, Varek,” I told him with glacial calm that paled the prisoner further. “I have told you everything…” the star‑warrior whimpered, seeking mercy in my silver gaze. “Let me live… let me return as your herald…” “Nest law does not negotiate with those who aimed weapons at my cub,” I replied without hesitation. I extended my right claw and traced a clean, horizontal, searing cut across his throat. Crimson spray splashed the black stone pillar as Lord Varek’s body convulsed three times in silence b

Tristan walked down the ramp. He did not look like a Prince of the Empire, nor did he look like the ragged exile he had been for months. His black tactical coat snapped in the canyon wind. His dark hair was messy, matted with sweat and soot. Blood stained the collar of his shirt from his earlier fights, and his icy blue eyes burned with a terrifying, absolute clarity. He was the Viper. The architect of the Empire's ruin. At his right shoulder walked Saoirse. The silver-haired Dragon of Aethelgard moved with predatory grace, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her estoc. The air around her actually rippled, distorting the light with the sheer, barely-contained thermal pressure she radiate

I turned with a defeated sigh to the men who were from my personal security detail. I addressed the men. “You do know that the point of me wearing a disguise and masking my scent is because I don’t want to be identified as the pack leader here?” They were all burly, dressed in all black. A few of them had not even bothered to hide the weapons they toted. A very large battle axe hung from the back of Ritglass, and Scem who was the smallest in the group was wide-eyed, knives gripped far too tightly in his hands as he stared behind me—almost beyond me.

My stomach drops as my gaze snaps to him. “They are not his,” Thorin says casually, like he’s correcting a minor misunderstanding. “So they cannot betray him.” I freeze. “What…?” I breathe. His blue eyes gleam in the dim light, something dark and certain settling in them. “These warriors,” he continues, gesturing lazily toward the men surrounding us, “were raised with me. Trained with me. Bled with me.” My heart starts pounding harder. “They do not answer to Alpha Hector,” he says, his voice calm, absolute. “They answer to me.”

RIVER: (laughs) Didn't your mama tell you not to lie? MAKEITH: No, but my momma taught me to get rid of my enemies. Infinite Dark Saber (a big black sword appeared and he grabbed it) RIVER: Oh, I think I have two of those (smirks) Fire and Ice...Torchic and Ice saber (two big sabers appeared and he grabbed the ice saber putting it on his shoulder and he held the fire torchic saber on his right hand, facing the ground) MAKEITH: You...you can use this weapon....it's an ancient ultimate weapon

the voice urged, conveying the gravity of the situation. Keagan's eyes darted across the skill tree displayed on the screen, each branch representing a path to greater strength and capabilities. He yearned for the power to stand against the overwhelming might of the villain he didn't care if he exhausted his entire account, even though he knew it was impossible. The options beckoned, tantalizing him with the prospect of ascending to the ranks of the S-Class heroes, where legendary valor and supreme justice resided. He violently pressed on the S-rank, but the screen shook in denial, reverting him to his attributes

He said, looking at his men like some evil creatures and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you high on something Aiden, when did you start to tell me what to do? I should sit under a shade and relax as a what? A damsel in distress." I raised my brows at him in confusion wondering what had come over him. "That's not what I meant, you're still not strong enough and I don't want you to do anything whether you like it or not. Just for now, please. You just came back from Lythrope and no matter how you try to hide the weakness in you, you know how you feel so just keep quiet and relax. I could suggest tons of things you could do or you do what you want aside from touching a sword or fighting."/

said Eloy. He looked at his husbands who were glaring at him. But then Adharva said "If you try and win by cheating, chief Javiar, you and your clan will be burned down," said Adharva. Javiar seemed to have gained back some confidence. "He has only fought with warriors who have fought men, not animals. My warriors are the best there is. Not even the former head warrior of former Mahereya will be able to win against them," said Javiar.

Another woman frowned, unable to understand this. “I told you guys to go up the path. Go up the path guys. Why can’t you all understand?” Skyler was speechless as his hints were so obvious. He did not expect that Orchid and the others would still struggle to understand. “It’s not the Goddess of War, but we need to think higher? Could it be…” Orchid frowned and soon smiled bitterly. “Could it be the Supreme Warrior?” “That’s right!” Skyler smiled indifferently. “The person who’s looking to hire bodyguards is the Supreme Warrior. The one and only strongest person in our Cathysia army, the Supreme Warrior!”