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It just had to be like this, didn't it. The galaxy couldn't manage to do without war for one week, could it? No, Marr had to go chasing their erstwhile Emperor off into Wild Space, and get himself killed by a mystery fleet that subsequently devastated all of known space.

It was during the brief and pathetic conflict that followed that he realized that the robotic soldiers of the enemy seemed to be coming after him specifically.

That was rude. While usually he could count on his very warm relationship with the Empire's Wrath to give him protection against this sort of thing, that wasn't possible now, not when everywhere seemed to be on fire all at once. So he made his exit, as several other Dark Councilors had already done.

Annoyingly, it didn't last.

Perhaps someone had given him up, or he'd been tracked somehow. No time to determine which. When it came to combat, he was more than competent, but his strengths were in stealth, misdirection and the occasional sorcery. These droids, on the other hand, were uncomfortably good at spotting him, too tin-headed not to charge in and overwhelm, and lightning was horribly tiring when you didn't have any pain to feed off of.

To be honest, he didn't expect to get captured when the metallic horde finally closed in, though it was a perversely welcome surprise. Fine. Subjugation he could handle. He'd dealt with it before. As long as he stayed alive and find someone who thought he was theirs, he would be fine.

He was too exhausted, battered, and burnt out from channeling to follow what happened next. If they left any permanent marks on his skin, he was going to be so angry.

There was a bitter tang of metallic vapor, a flash of cold, and then nothing.

When the Eternal Empire turned out to be exceedingly ternal after all, some of its vaults went undiscovered. One of them held a number of tributes and relics stolen from the Empire, and a single block of carbonite, the man within it frozen into a contortion of shock and pain. There was a very handsome and misleading plaque:

Darth Nox
Lord among slaves, master of betrayal
Ghost-eater, heart-render
Fallen before the might of Zakuul


It sat there for a very long time.
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