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| - As Moorshavin started withdrawing his invasion forces, Tarakus and his fleet started hammering on Moorshavin's ships. "I never expected it to get this intense, so fast." Moorshavin said, shock written across his face. In that moment, he realized what had happened. "I clearly went too far, this time. I don't know what I was thinking when I put this plan forward." He said to his Admiral. "We all make mistakes, My Lord. As they all say, no one is perfect, not even a grand Sith Lord such as yourself." The emotion on Moorshavin's face turned from one of shock to one of somberness, realizing that the Admiral's words were indeed true. It was one piece of advice that Moorshavin would take to heart. "Thank you, Admiral Vaughloda. I will take those words to heart. I never thought about that before."
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| - As Moorshavin started withdrawing his invasion forces, Tarakus and his fleet started hammering on Moorshavin's ships. "I never expected it to get this intense, so fast." Moorshavin said, shock written across his face. In that moment, he realized what had happened. "I clearly went too far, this time. I don't know what I was thinking when I put this plan forward." He said to his Admiral. "We all make mistakes, My Lord. As they all say, no one is perfect, not even a grand Sith Lord such as yourself." The emotion on Moorshavin's face turned from one of shock to one of somberness, realizing that the Admiral's words were indeed true. It was one piece of advice that Moorshavin would take to heart. "Thank you, Admiral Vaughloda. I will take those words to heart. I never thought about that before." Moorshavin managed a small, sad smile, knowing just how right the Admiral was. "Well, it's nice to know that I won't die, just because I gave you a few words of advice, My Lord." Moorshavin let out a small chuckle. "You're right, Admiral. I won't kill you for those words." He said, reaching for his comlink. "Fleet, this is Lord Warbird. We are making a full retreat from this galaxy. Clearly, our welcome has been worn." With that, most of the surviving ships, managed to leave the system, without suffering further casualties. - - - - - -Tepagastra Sandman in Tepagastra, 3 wees after the Battle Over Lorrd Tarakus pulled out his dead wife's body, a look of sadness, mixed with hints of joy in his eyes. "Well, hon, we're home." He said, choking back tears. Tu'verana helped her father lift the body out of the compartment where it was stored. "This is one homecoming that's gonna sober all of us up, Dad. We may as well get used to the fact that she may be gone forever." "No, Tu'vy. I know exactly what to do. I possess the technology to bring her back. It will take quite a while to bring her back, but I will do it. I won't let you be motherless." Tu'verana shrugged her shoulders, as they hauled Lumiya's body into a restoration unit, specially made by Tarakus and his medical partner, Scuppernog Vertain. "This, Tu'vy, is a test for our restoration unit. Kaitheran and technology will most likely bring her back, but I have no idea, just how long it'll take." Again, Tu'verana shrugged her shoulders and said, "Hey, it's your toy. You're the doctor, I'm sure you'll find a way to make your research known. I know you will." Tarakus's eyes brightened. "Really? Do you really mean it, or are you just trying to make your daddy feel better?" Tu'verana just smiled, and said, "Perhaps I'm insinuating both. I guess we'll never know my intentions from that remark, will we?" Tarakus smiled back, and said, "Maybe. So, are you going back to DMC or do you plan to stick around here for a while?" "Well, I think I'll head back to DMC for a while, help Wayne III get some data compiled on what happened over in Lorrd, because there's something that bothered me while we were there." "Ok. Go right on ahead. I'll see you soon." Tarakus watched Tu'verana walk back to a small fighter, and take off, for Tristchardi. A small voice spoke to Tarakus. "It's nearly time, Tarakus. Time for the Elitest Four to return to glory. I must be restored to my body once again." "What would you do, Darth Gualtullo? Destroy the galaxy again? Let your apprentices run rampant while you take a backseat and watch the world burn?" "Well, that depends on how you see it, doesn't it? I've been out of my body for 24 years, and I must return to it." "Have patience, Gualtullo. In time, you'll come back to glory, and you'll be returned to your body." "Make it happen as soon as possible, then." The voice quieted down, as Tarakus lifted a small holocron from his tunic, where the voice had originated. Then, Tarakus said to it, "It'll be very soon."
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