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    "Do you have to make them shout?" He sighed, turning to the monstrous abomination of a man that had taken their command, 'provide assistance and training to natives against Jedi, and had used to it try and convert these wonderfully naive little people to whatever absurd religion Kantrael was attempting to set up. Jorus simply canted his head slightly. "It's annoying."

    The group of warriors had sat themselves down in organized rows, and Mochi ambled along, dropping little rocks in front of them.

    "Okay!" he said, clapping his hands together. "First things first. Lift those rocks."

    The warriors glanced up at him in confusion, while a few others reached out to grab their rocks.

    "Ah ah ah!" Mochi said, stopping them all. "Without touching them. This is one of the earliest exercises Jedi teach their youngest children. I'm sure you can do this with time to spare."

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    "It is good for them. It will teach them discipline. What good will these soldiers be if they do not know how to follow orders, stay in formation, and know devotion to a cause greater than themselves?"

    He glanced sideways at his companion. Jorus had more than made it known how little he approved of Mochi's techniques. He did not give a gizka's ass about these force nonsense. He agreed with his Emperor that it had military application and it was, in fact, a benefit to have, but he would still prefer to have hard boots and big guns on his side of the battlefield over fickle sorcery. Most of the Sons of Coruscant felt the same way. Jorus would never question his orders, so he will continue to protect the Inquisitor while he raises this army of barbarians.

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    Mochi smirked, though only a slight shift in the mask betrayed the expression.

    "Why Jorus," the former Inquisitor said cheerfully. "They'll be the distraction and fodder they were meant to be, of course."

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    Night fell on the mountain passes.

    "A fire would be far too noticeable," Kazahan said quietly as the darkness brought on a cacophony of calls and howls and hoots even despite the chill that was beginning to permeate the air and threatened a cold night. The world in the wild seemed to come alive at night even moreso than than in the day. The Trianii pulled thick woven blankets out of his pack, rolled tightly and tied together with nerf-hide straps. "It is far safer to remain unnoticed in these parts of the world. Strange, no? This is widely regarded as the Jedi's world, but only days' travel away means danger for us."

    A slight smell came from Kazahan; the product of the sweat he'd let off as they continued their blistering pace through the mountains while he wore the heavy travelling pack. Even so, he seemed barely winded.

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    "A fire is a luxury. I am sure we will survive without."

    Zereth busied himself tying his hair up higher on his head to get the sweaty mass off his face and neck. Finally satisfied with it's positioning, He sat down on the hard earth with his back against a tree. His cloak had been removed halfway through the journey, bundled up, and carried under arm. The cool of the night was beginning to penetrate his body. It was refreshing for now, but he knew it would become quite cold later on; especially with his body wet from perspiration. Unwrapping the cloak he positioned it over his legs.

    "Perhaps the Jedi are the outsiders, and it truly belongs that much more to the beasts and men of this world. Controlling a planet in word is much easier than in action."

    Zereth had learned that lesson. At one time he considered himself to be the second in command of the entire planet of Korriban, and beyond it their influence tinged the planet of Corellia with their darkness. They were taught the truth with blood and fire when the tomb was attacked, the sepulcher ransacked, and the Sith Order murdered in this reclusive home. The few survivors fled to Corellia, where they thought they would be safe, but it all fell apart. Everyone lost hope and drifted away, and eventually Zereth was the only one who remained. He held on to the idea that Corellia belonged to him for so long. In truth he had never controlled it, and when he realized that he was able to move on. The Sith Order was dead and there was nothing he could do to bring it back.

    He did not want to bring it back anymore. The dead will stay dead.

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    The sun rose, and the night's mists hung lowly over the surprisingly soft and loamy ground. A bright, chilly wind gusted through the trees carrying the slight scent of something more than mist.

    Kazahan sat at the stream's edge, looking intently into the water at the fish swimming by. A carnivorous one glided through, and his eyes followed its lean, sinuous body; the long toothy snout opened and closed, and almost too fast to see, the fish struck, jaws clamping down on a fat, brightly colored fish that had too confidently drawn close. In a lightning strike of his own, his claws extended, and his hand plunged into the water. It came out with the carnivore and its prey, and Kazahan held it steady while it flopped around while still biting fiercely down on its own catch. Both were slightly larger than he would have guessed by just looking; and that meant they would be more filling, as well.

    He cleaned the two there at the bank, slicing with his claws and using a rough bit of fabric to rub off the scales. He checked the guts and gills closely for parasites, before judging them satisfactory and moving back to their makeshift camp and the tiny fire he'd made upon awakening, a spit with four more large fish and different vegetables speared and cooking over it. He'd pushed them down the fishes' mouths and then sewn it all up, in the way he'd been taught so many years ago. He set about spearing and stuffing the two new fish he'd brought in, and idly sniffing the air.

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