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Yarkar huddled on the speeder, feeling the brush whip at his legs while they zipped through, hearing the pulsating hum of the engine fill his ears along with the rush of wind. As the canopy approached, he leaned harshly, using the bottom thrusters to slow him down as he turned perpendicular to his m...

Yarkar's foot lies pinned, talons piercing the thick leather of his boot. His blade forced back by the hand as she readied her attack, and the threat of a swing from her still hung high. He had to think fast, his mind empty save for rushing with possible next moves (Battlemind). Yarkar feels the For...

"You speak of strength, yet not your own. The praise is appreciated, but recognize yourself first. I've almost grown fond of you, and would hate to see you eaten alive by your peers." The youth responded, trying to cover the gratitude for the medical stimulants pumping through his veins as he stands...

Yarkar felt that heated blade smack its flat across his face. He was too caught in the moment, too drunk on the power that he wielded. As she drew back from him, his eyes almost looked vastly deep, but empty, the abyss. It was only for a moment. There was a glimpse of Yarkar under his demeanor. All ...

Yarkar watched in awe as plague spread among his foes. His face was filled with pride as he witnessed Death and Pestilence come for his foes, in a display of Dark might that he could only imagine. Yes, a fate like this would be kind to a pair of foes he had once felt like he knew. His mind compartme...

Yarkar felt something. There was a wavering. A coldness surrounded his boots as the mud that surrounded them solidified. He knew. He looked her in the eyes with a sense of pride, he would recognize the pull of the Force anywhere (Sense Force User). "Pulling out these tricks already?" Yarkar looked s...

Yarkar saw the glove reach out, his blade outstretched against Kressara's own. He realized she was already pulling out new tricks, it was sudden. He probably should have started with his own as well, but he wanted to at least make it look relatively fair. If he pummeled her too quickly, the rest of ...

Yarkar stood before her in the rain, unarmored, but not unarmed. He smiles. His eyes dart over her equipment as she was filled with so much... spite. He hadn't seen it in her before. He loved it. He missed her so much, and it seemed like she was back, in his eyes. He felt like he'd been looking into...

Yarkar was fuming. Rage filled his blood. He was without equal among the acolytes. A star that had consumed its twin, left without anything to siphon. He was starving, one could see it in his eyes. He could only rival himself without challenging Lords, and he had too much to respect for that until h...

Yarkar hears the telepathic grating in his ears, holding his head softly as his eyes fluttered with tiredness. He feels a pounding in his heart start to calm as he knew that they were exiting hyperspace. He barely had the time to stagger to the cockpit before the Merciful Rogue exits hyperspace abov...