"Marka Ragnos will be pleased..." She mutters. Admist the swirling mists of Korriban's ancient Sith temple, Tavion stands, her crimson lightsaber humming. Shadows flicker as she faces a group of Jedi, her eyes gleaming with a deadly spark. The air crackles with tension, a prelude to a dark symphony about to unfold.
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