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After a tediously long day of preparing the ship for departure, Feroxa and her crew set course for the shallow, gang infested planet of Nar Shaddaa, where Feroxa would receive further instructions from her master, Darth Baras. They had been traveling for several hours, well into the night, when Feroxa grew restless and retreated to the cockpit. In an effort to make herself more comfortable, she laid on a chair in lower section of the cockpit with her legs flailed over the left armrest, relaxing her head on the headrest's cushion. She began twirling Overseer Tremel's ring that she now wore on her right hand through and around her fingers, obse

"The Republic Command Center is deep inside the Arms Factory, the most heavily guarded installation on the planet," Quinn briefed. "In order to reach Commander Rylon, you will have to make your way past all of the factory's defenses-which are considerable". Feroxa greatly appreciated the Lieutenant for his efforts; they made her job easier, and she considered him to be an amazing sight to behold while he worked. So analytical. So in control. His genious is truly unmatchable by any I have ever seen. How is it possible that his remarkable talents have not yet been discovered by high ranking military personnel? "Give me a rundown on those def

"My Apprentice, I see you have arrived on Balmorra. Excellent." Darth Baras exclaimed. "Your contact there is Lieutenant Malavai Quinn. I trust he will be most helpful". "I have no doubt, master," Feroxa doted. She figured anyone who was under the harsh approval of Darth Baras was undeniably skilled; however, she was not one to make rash assumptions about people before meeting them. Therefore, she was determined to see exactly how useful this Lieutenant was herself. "This is an important mission and I only entrust the finest," Darth Baras mentioned pridefully. Feroxa drastically hated the way Baras carried himself, so full of cowardness and

Over the next several weeks, Feroxa took down every target Baras threw at her; she was a virtually unstoppable force, and part of her master cringed in fear at the thought of her defeating him one day. He knew she was probably the only Sith in the galaxy that could challenge him, so she must be watched closely. Upon Feroxa's return to Baras from the Dark Temple, all of his suspicions of her great power were confirmed, as he was not quite sure he would see her again. "When I sent you in after the Ravager, my apprentice, I did not expect you to make it back." Baras exclaimed. "My prisoner will now break at my whim, and tell us of his informati

Feroxa tossed and turned in her sleep that night. Just to look at her, it would appear as if she was dreaming of battling a great enemy; to some degree, that is correct. Inside her mind, Feroxa was fighting with the same tormenting nightmare that she had been plagued with every night since her and Vette's arrival on Dromund Kaas. "Watch out my dear," Feroxa's mother warned her, "that fire is hot, and if you are not careful you may burn yourself". Feroxa, being the vibrant youth that she was, did not listen. Instead, she extended her hand in farther towards the cooking flame. Feroxa's mother screamed and dropped the vegetables in her hand as

"I didn't expect for you to get back to me so soon. Did Baras send you back to me?" Feroxa closed in on Overseer Tremel like a lioness stalking its prey. I will have to send my condolences to father once I am finished with this. "Baras wants you dead, Tremel. You have been a thorn in his side for many years now, and it is over," proclaimed Feroxa with her huntress glare. Tremel stumbled to find the right words. "Then I have been outplayed, but I am surprised you would cross me. I am practically your own flesh and blood. You could not have gotten into the Academy without me, and you will be defying your father in my death" Feroxa truly did

Feroxa sat idly inside the last minute shuttle to Korriban. Her stomach did not roll inside her with nervousness as it did with the other late arrivals; instead, her chest heaved with excitement and anticipation. After years of training, her father had finally prepared her for the Sith Academy. All of the unrelenting hours she had spent as a young girl in dedication to mastering the power of the Dark Side had finally come to a climax, and she could smell the enriching smell of victory in the air already as she envisioned becoming a Sith Warrior by whatever means necessary. She knew her unsurpassable abilities, and she knew nearly everyone she