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Miscalculations

Failure. Acknowledged and corrected for, but the moment was past. He could do no more for the Empire now. He would return one day. That much was certain.

The Dark Council had sought to keep him incapacitated before his inevitable execution, and they had failed. They used physical and chemical restraints that Intelligence knew well, and he had been ready to break them. Before they realized the cell was empty, he had already comandeered a ship.

He had not sensed the danger. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the drugs they had poured into him, or his own rumination on recent events. In any case, the ship suddenly lurched out of hyperspace with a scream of distorting metal, already falling into the grasp of a planetary gravity well, and the saboteur was revealed. The agent. He had no time to spare for them now, but his hate and respect for them burned ever deeper into his core.

The controls barely responded, even the Force itself would not heed his will to slow the ship. It burned through miles of sickly clouds, which suddenly parted to reveal a ruined landscape, growing ever closer.

There had been little more to do. He had aimed for the barren outskirts of a city, pulling the nose of the ship up to shed as much speed as he possibly could. It was still moving too fast to lower the landing skids. It would have to be crashed onto its hull directly. He was strapped into the crash webbing of the pilot's chair, ready for the impact.

Concerning himself with the practical aspects of survival seemed like such a betrayal of what he had sought to achieve. And yet, he did what was necessary. Now, to find out if he had succeeded.

The ship touched down hard, and he remembered very little of what happened next.

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The rattling sound of debris was proof enough to confirm his suspicion.

He had never seen this ship before he used it to escape, but Imperial designs were all similar enough. He pushed his way through the larger debris to the supplies, still locked in closed cabinets. The doors were warped and the hinges resisted, forcing him to wrench them open by hand.

It reminded him again how *limited* this planet made him. And yet, better to focus on these trivial hardships for now than to become distracted by the horror he might feel, should he think on this powerlessness and blindness for too long.

Blind or not, the agent would be able to find him by sound alone. It would be a test to see whether he would adapt.

Sound, and the fact that Darth Jadus still stood out in his mind, not as solid as he normally would be, but still as an undeniable presence. Edwon straightened up and walked in his direction, careful not to lift his feet too high so he’d be kicking away debris instead of tripping over it.

Once he was close enough to them, he could almost make out the walls of the ship. If he thought about it too hard, they’d fade away, but if he trusted his instincts then he knew where they were. He wondered if size had anything to do with it, or just his familiarity with the layout from past experience.

He stopped, still a short distance away from Darth Jadus. “I’m ready. Did you find anything useful?”

He should probably mention that he’s blind, but he was pretty sure it was obvious by now.

"The ship's survival supplies and rations." He held out a large package to the agent--the food. He did not see it as a personal necessity he would wish to keep with him.

The fact that the miraluka had been able to find him without needing to pause to listen made it clear enough: blind to the material world he might be, but he could still see life. That meant he could reach the Force as well, if he found the way.

Still, his careful steps had made it clear that this alone would not be enough. They would waste time if he were allowed to feel his own way. "You will require guidance."

It took Edwon a few moments to realize Darth Jadus was holding something out to him. His presence blurred further in his mind when he moved, and when Edwon tried to focus to clear it up, everything warped. This was going to take some time to get used to. He took a breath, tried to clear his head, but it wasn't helping much.

But he could at least guess why Darth Jadus' image had seemed to change, based on what he'd said. He held out his hands, and waited for him to give him the supplies since he didn't trust himself to grab for them, before strapping those onto his back next to his blaster.

"I think I can manage not to walk into anything big," he said, though he wasn't actually sure. "And I at least know where you are, though you're more of a blob than a person. No offence."

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Blind to the material world, and unable to discern detail of the living. That would not be sufficient for navigation, but it would be more instructive to let the agent fail before correcting him.

"Then we will leave the ship." The only ones who might stage a rescue at this juncture were the agent's co-conspirators. Remaining with the ship held no advantage to him. "The planet shows signs of catastrophic bombardment, but we are on the outskirts of a city. Its wreckage may prove useful."

Catastrophic bombardments, a city... Edwon would have sensed both of those, normally, and it was frustrating that even though he'd come to first after the crash, he still had the least information about their situation. He'd have to prove that he wasn't useless somehow, or Darth Jadus would have no reason not to leave him behind.

He wasn't happy about needing the Sith, either, but there was no getting around that now. "Lead the way." He waves a hand, in the direction he knows the door is, but only from past experience. He'll walk close by, definitely closer than he'd normally be comfortable with. "We need either a ship, or a functioning comm relay. Hopefully they weren't too thorough when they bombed this place."

The hatch was slow to open, grinding against the side of the hull as it slowly lowered to reveal a rough, scoured landscape. The dry earth supported low, gnarled scrub and squat trees that bent with the prevailing wind. Off in the distance, the broken towers of a city were visible through a haze of dust.

As was a thin column of smoke, too far away to have been caused by the crash. "This planet is still inhabited." Trapped on an isolated world among the memories of their destruction, the natives might have acquired some of the same character as those he had selected to survive the Dominator. But without the Force to bring them under control, they would be nothing more than an obstacle.

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Edwon walked cautiously down the hatch, then even more cautiously once he reached the ground. Now he no longer had any idea what to expect, and his only option was to kick the ground, shifting some earth with his foot, which at least told him what he was walking on. He would have preferred a flat road, those usually had fewer things to trip over. He wasn't looking forward to walking into rocks.

"If it's inhabited, they'll have resources for us to use." Acquiring them might not be easy, but he always found a way. He could ask, or he could steal. "They'll have seen the crash, though, so they'll probably come here soon to investigate."

Once the agent had a moment to judge the land, he began walking.

"And the resources we carry will be valuable to them as well." Some might certainly be willing to kill for it. Instinctively he reached out, seeking the Dark that would undoubtedly reside on a planet so scarred by war.

He was met with so much nothing that it pulled a quiet gasp from his lungs. No life, no death, nothing but the alien, impossible twisting that felt like he might lose his body within it if he strayed too far.

Edwon didn't realize that Darth Jadus had started walking right away. It took a moment for his senses to catch up, and when they did he had that same feeling of the world warping, of what little he could sense merging and melting together. Something was changing, and it was dizzying, nauseating, but he was starting to figure out what that meant. He followed after.

Too slowly, though. He was several steps behind when he heard Darth Jadus gasp, the sound further away than he would have expected. "Did you see something?"

Edwon hurried forward, hoping that since the other man had already walked there, that meant there wasn't anything to trip over. He was managing surprisingly well so far, giving him enough confidence to speed up a little more, hoping to catch up properly.

"No. There is nothing." He could taste the blood in his mouth again.

Admitting this frailty was unacceptable. He was not finite here. It would be overcome. The Force was not lost to him, no matter how unnatural it felt. He simply needed to find the way to make it his again.

He walked on without another word.

Darth Jadus was still too far ahead of him. Edwon kept hurrying forward, expecting to trip at any second, preparing himself to have to roll back to his feet when it happened and hoping he wouldn't scratch himself up. He was almost at a jog now, annoyed that the taller man was being so inconsiderate, when --

He crashed straight into something solid.

For a second he was disoriented again, but he could feel that something in his mind, like a jolt down through his spine. Darth Jadus, a hint of his usually overpowering presence finally seeping through. Edwon tensed, but he'd already grabbed onto his robes in an effort to keep himself from falling, and there was no coming back from this.

"That was unintentional." And that was a poor apology. He let go. "I thought you were further ahead. Apologies, My Lord."

The agent collided with him, and there was a brief feeling of familiarity. It caught him off-guard, and he stumbled. By the time he regained his footing, the agent was pushing away, and the feeling receded.

It had been the smallest, briefest spark of the Force's power. Still distant, still twisted, but it was there.

He took the agent by the wrist, and the sensation flared again. "Until you adapt, you will accept guidance." There was no negotiating this. He needed the contact.

The second Darth Jadus grabbed him, fear and discomfort shockwaved through him again, making his skin itch. It was amplified because everything else felt so dead, though the Sith had always had a powerful aura. He wanted to pull away. He knew that he couldn't, so he exhaled, and tried to focus his senses elsewhere.

"At least take my shoulder. I don't want to be dragged around by my arm," he said. If Darth Jadus wanted to guide him, that would be more efficient, anyway. Though why he wanted to guide him was a mystery. Most Sith would just leave him behind if he was useless, abandon anyone who might hold them back. He must have a plan.

Yes. There was a connection. A link to the Force, through the agent's loathing. It was almost insubstantial, fading as soon as he let go to set his hand on the agent's shoulder. But it was there.

He didn't bother to speak again, simply guiding the man onward. His hands seemed massive compared to the agent's small frame, and it did what was required: he could steer the man, and catch him when he stumbled.

He fell into an uneasy false-trance as he began to talk again, dragging his mind down and away from its normal state. He did not reach out with the Force, and the anger from this discomfort was not woven into power. He would remain within himself, guiding them over the broken terrain.

And he observed the agent's mind. He could only sense a few fitful wisps of thought, but it felt more real than the rest of the planet around them.

Edwon was still struggling to keep up. This was uncomfortable in so many ways, with how Darth Jadus was just taking charge, how helpless Edwon felt, how he was being led more like a prisoner than an ally. Though he supposed that's what he was, because if they were cooperating for now it was only out of strict necessity, and he had no doubt he'd be in trouble once they found a way off this planet.

So it was uncomfortable. And that touch made his skin feel like it was crawling. He rolled his shoulder, and then focused on breathing instead, on clearing his head, on letting the surroundings paint themselves into his head. He picked up something tall over to his right, only to stumble on something small a moment later. Having Darth Jadus catch him was embarrassing, too.

It didn't change Edwon's determination, though. He'd make the best of this situation, and he wouldn't allow himself to be useless. He'd come out on top. Those thoughts were the strongest ones, besides the hatred he'd always felt for the Darth Jadus, for all Sith. And he had a tried and true method for achieving that goal, which was information.

"You're awfully quiet. That's unlike you." He tilted his head up towards him, even though in realty his senses were still focused on their surroundings. "Describe the planet, I'd like to know what we're working with. I feel dirt, but I sense... rock? Is there plant life?"

He ignored the comment. It was perfectly normal for him to lapse into long periods of stillness and quiet when words were unnecessary.

But eventually, he responded. "Little of it." Or it seemed to be. Gnarled and bare, and neither life nor death could be felt from any of it.

"The war they fought has left the atmosphere thick with dust. This place was warmer, once. Life here was not prepared for the sudden shift. The plants are dead and the soil stripped along with them." It was the skeleton of a world.

"This happened to worlds heavily bombarded in the last war, and it will happen again. With the Dark Council as it stands, the next war will come soon."

Edwon didn't push for conversation, but waited, which paid off when Darth Jadus finally decided to fill the silence. He allowed himself a moment to take that all in, trying to paint a picture in his mind. "If people have survived here, I'm impressed. They'll be strong."

And most likely not friendly to outsiders, which would be a problem. But it was a problem for later.

"They're maintaining the truce so far." Mostly. He'd seen enough tension on enough planets, Balmorra especially. "What makes you think there'll be war?"

It was disappointing, how an agent could have been so pivotal in events that he still did not understand. "There have always been those who resented the truce, both Empire and Republic. They wanted to topple the galaxy into an age of pointless destruction." The Dark Council contained several, pitted against those that preferred the Cold War. It was why his false death had been so effective at unbalancing them all.

"Intelligence helped to maintain the balance, and I protected it from Sith who desired war. My daughter commands it now, but she does not control it. It will continue to weaken and fracture as others claw their desires from it. The Dark Council will devour her, and war will come. The archives alone contain everything they need to unleash it."

Edwon was paying close attention now. Not that he had anything else to focus on, aside from maintaining his balance as he half jogged next to Darth Jadus, but even in the middle of an attack he'd listen to this. You don't make it as an agent if you don't gather information when and where you can. And this involved him directly, involved Intelligence directly. Darth Jadus had his (never entirely, always listening for danger) undivided attention.

"So if you hadn't gone all out with that plan of us, you'd be able to maintain the truce for longer. Is that what you're saying?" A little too challenging perhaps, but the point was to keep him talking. "Not that your solution was a peaceful one, either."

"No." He could not make his displeasure truly clear, but perhaps the agent would still feel his aura through their touch.

"You believe you are drawing new information from me, agent, but you have simply failed to listen." He had revealed his intentions in the Artus System, when he had still thought the agent might understand. He had been wrong.

He did feel his aura. It felt like the weight of Darth Jadus' hand was increasing, like a stifling pressure originating from the point where they touched, but it wasn't nearly enough to affect him. Edwon didn't react, didn't want to give him the satisfaction. He only shrugged.

"I listened. Rebuilding the empire, spreading fear and degradation, equality for all under your new rule. Your goal might have been some sort of peace, but your methods were the opposite. And your plan was a bad one."

He knew talking like this was risky, but he also just didn't care. Darth Jadus should be used to that from him by now. "I'll repeat myself, since you won't: You could have maintained the truce for longer, but I don't think that's what you really cared about. If it was, you would have chosen a different strategy." He paused, tilted his head. "Or maybe you were just overconfident."

Peace is a lie. The Sith Code was insipid, the product of ancient Dark Jedi thought and bound to merely exist in opposition to the Light. And yet it had some tenuous overlap with the truth. He did not desire peace, he desired something greater.

He had planned carefully, but at a crucial moment, it had proved insufficient. This he knew, and he accounted for. But it did not mean that the agent had been more prepared, or that their thinking was correct. "I set the board, but you made the move. All that happens from now on is of your making, agent."

"If I make mistakes, I fix them. If there are consequences to my actions, I'll face them." He said it lightly, but that was to hide the fact that the warnings (even if he said they weren't warnings) were starting to get to him. It made him want to get to work, figure out what he meant by it, if there was anything that he'd missed.

But first things first: He had to get off this planet. Then he had to get away from Darth Jadus. Then he had to rid himself of this brainwashing. Then he could worry about whatever Darth Jadus was implying, because it was becoming obvious he wouldn't get a straight answer out of him.

"Can you see a sun?" Might as well change the subject. "Keep track of it, if you can, because if it's as dry and barren as you said, then it will get cold here at night."

"Answers found in personal actions are insufficient to protect you. This conflict stretches far beyond your reach, agent. You are bound to it now, and all your skill and cunning matter less than the combined strength of the forces that turn towards you."

That had been a key part of his own mistake--to be drawn again to the individual level. It had made him vulnerable, still made him vulnerable. Poison still lurked in his body, bringing weakness and pain. He had only just begun to destroy it during his flight from Dromund Kaas, before the agent had complicated matters again.

But with regards to the cold? "You will feel it." He would barely notice. Though his robes still bore a few thin cuts over hastily repaired flesh, the loss of heat was minimal.

"Aw, are you worried about me?" He obviously knew that wasn't the case, but this was annoying him more and more. It felt like Darth Jadus was trying to throw him off, unnerve him, as if that would lessen Edwon's victory over him. Edwon wanted information; Darth Jadus obviously had no intention of giving it. "There's no need. I'll be careful."

With his job, the idea of being careful was a bit of a joke. Besides, he wouldn't enjoy it even if was the sensible thing to do. He needed a good thrill every now and again.

Though talking to Jadus was becoming less and less of one. "No, I won't. Because I have no intention of freezing to death. We're going to find shelter before then."

He would not respond to that.

"Then you will have to walk faster." He kept his grip on the agent, face turned to the horizon. "There are structures in the distance." And there was still the matter of the column of smoke he'd seen off in the distance. Someone was here, and they would see the ship, and their tracks.

"Normally I'd actually agree with you," annoying as that fact was, "but walking faster might be even riskier right now."

Because he couldn't see, couldn't navigate, and could easily fall or twist his ankle. He had no choice right now but to trust Darth Jadus to lead him away from anything he could trip over, or to warn him if there was anything in his path. If they sped up, even a slight change in elevation could be enough to make him trip. He stubbornly kept the same pace.

"Describe it to me, once we're closer. We have to figure out what we're dealing with, so we can plan how best to approach this."

He was no agent himself, but his life, his work had required him to remain observant. He could assess the space.

"Likely a former civilian compound. five buildings on a plot of eighty meters. The largest is forty by ten, and two stories. It is the only one with a flat roof. Small windows, all but two appear barricaded." He doubted there were snipers within. One could have already taken a shot at this range. And the unbarricaded windows either indicated the area was abandoned, or made to appear as such.

Some minutes later, he spoke again. "Old tracks leading to the compound. Your footing will be surer on the path." Too indistinct to make out individual footprints--it was only visible in the groove that feet had been worn into the dirt. At this distance, it was easier to see something else, closer to the compound walls.

"Bodies have been dismembered and left at the perimeter. They are not fresh." Either a warning to avoid the area, or a statement of power over the lives of others.

Edwon let Darth Jadus talk, attempting to form a picture in his mind. He wanted to at least pretend he wouldn't be useless, but... "Normally I'd say I can handle civilians, but right now my aim might be a little bit off."

Ideally, they wouldn't have to fight, but the locals had no reason to be friendly to outsiders, and, judging by those bodies, weren't very friendly to locals, either. He tilted his head, tried to listen for any sounds that might indicate other people, but for now it was quiet. It could be abandoned, or they could be walking into an ambush.

"If they give us a chance to talk, let me handle it." He didn't trust Darth Jadus in the slightest. "I doubt they will, but it's always worth it to try."

"There are signs of conflict. Impacts on the outer walls. Likely a mix of blasters and ballistic weapons." More archaic slugthrower rifles would last longer here, but their ammunition was bluky and required metal for their manufacture. Most survivors would be loath to waste the ammunition unless pressed. Arrows and sling stones were not out of the question, however, if the people here had the werewithall to construct more primitive weapons for themselves.

But had the assaults on this place killed its inhabitants? Were the bodies at the walls all that was left? Every time he instinctively reached out to the world around him, the twisting emptiness tried to rush in. His mind retreated to a safer harbor, the one blot of emotion and life he could clearly distinguish: the agent.

"Stop right there!" A voice called out as they drew level with the old corpses. Speaking Basic, with an unlacable accent.

"Identify yourself!" There were quiet hissings of other voices behind it, but he could not yet see where any of them were.

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