Come with us, our master wishes to speak with you.вЂќ The one who had spoken with the overseer, indistinguishable from the others, addressed the old woman. They gazed out at her through the great, red eye sockets of their macabre masks. With a rippling whir the assassins decloaked. вЂњYou cannot hide your shapes from me, for I have no eyes to be fooled.вЂќ вЂњReveal yourselves assassinsвЂќ she commanded. She saw through the Force, and she saw them. But Kreia had long since discarded her natural sight. To the naked eye the walkway seemed empty. A narrow walkway led from the pad into the academy.Дescending from the landing ramp, Kreia approached. The Oracle had landed on an isolated landing pad, jutting out from a jagged, charred edifice. Garbed in earthy brown and green robes, hood pulled over her sightless eyes, she looked out from the cockpit, lit in soft blue. And for a droid to have an advantage or her, was a far more detestable. For even droids can keep secrets, hidden within their binary codes. KreiaвЂ™s training as a Padawan had taught her to understand droidspeak. An academy of the Force is no place for your kind. вЂњYes, Overseer.вЂќ With a low bow, the assassin made a hurried departure. Go, meet our visitors and bring them to me.вЂќ вЂњAssassins can be killed, codes can be stolen. вЂњDo not be so naГЇve acolyte!вЂќ The overseer snapped. There are no more assassins, we are the last.

вЂњDarth Revan is dead and Malak has fallen to the Jedi. вЂњThe war is over, acolyte.вЂќ The overseer replied harshly. Perhaps it is one of our brothers, returned from the war.вЂќ An unidentified vessel is approaching the academy.вЂќ вЂњWhy do you disturb my meditation, acolyte?вЂќ The room grew tangibly colder. It illuminated him and the core with an insidious glow. The one called вЂoverseerвЂ™ knelt in the centre upon a circle of crimson red. The Trayus Core вЂ“ shaped like a malevolent claw it hung over a massive geyser of dark side energy. вЂњOverseerвЂќ A lone figure clad black stood before his master in the centre of the academy. And so, guided by the navicomputer, the Oracle descended into MalachorвЂ™s depths. But they were not invincible, before death she had coaxed the location of the Trayus Academy from a dying mouth, then extracted the landing codes to navigate the storms from his corpse. After Revan remerged as a Sith Lord she went into hiding, fleeing his assassins. вЂњI told you to be silent.вЂќ Kreia was no fool. вЂњBeeeep reet deeet-deet!вЂќ Threecee had returned to the cockpit, expressing the unlikelihood of surviving an encounter with the malevolent lighting storms below. It thrummed with the power of the dark side and deep within its grasp an academy of assassins, abandoned by their master, watched the OracleвЂ™s descent. вЂњNo Mandalorian could ever hope to stand against a Jedi, let this dead rock be a symbol of their failure.вЂќД«ut the planet was not dead, not yet. вЂњ Arrogant mercenaries.вЂќ Kreia thought aloud. Where he cut down Mandalore and stripped the once proud race of their dignity. And Malachor, where he had activated the Mass Shadow Generator, ravaging the planetвЂ™s surface and crushing countless battlecruisers in its dying grip. The only Jedi to turn to the dark side without a fall. вЂњWhy Revan ever favoured the presence of such mindless machines will forever remain a mystery to me.вЂќ She muttered to herself. The droid let out a low whistle, then skulked off back into the ship. вЂњSilence, machineвЂќ was the scathing reply. Twee Twee.вЂќ A boisterous astromech droid, 3C-FD, rattled into the cockpit, breaking her trance. Exiled for her teachings Kreia had taken the starship with her, the faded insignia of her Order and distinctive crimson colours of the Republic a harsh reminder of her past. Sleek and fan-shaped it possessed the firepower of a gunship and the speed of a fighter. The Vanguard-class corvette had become hers after his death.

Her former, more egoistic master however had named this one Oracle, the words where imprinted in Aurebesh on its exterior. Kreia had never approved of naming starships. She has gone by many names and many guises, but for now we shall call her вЂKreiaвЂ™.

An old woman looked out over the ruins of Malachor V from the cockpit of a light Republic corvette.

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