The Last Paladan

Old friends

Sesa sat in his room, meditating when he felt a great disturbance in the Force.
"Shik'to..."
He stands up, wrapping himself in his paladin armor and grabbing his lightsabers.
"You bastard... You will die today..." He states, igniting his sabers and slicing in half a holopicture if him and a Mandalorian boy.

Halfway across the galaxy, Shik'to looked up, his glowing red eyes lighting up as he smirked.
"Sesa of Alderaan... My old friend... I think I'll pay him a visit.~" The Sith says, looking at the holopicture. "And maybe it's time to settle an old debt."

As the two walked to their starfighters, they could feel each other's life force, measuring each other up.
"Master To, where to?" The Sith slave asks, powering the ship up.
"Corosaunt. And make it quick!"

Sesa boarded his battleship, slowly putting the mask on as the commander of the ship, on commander Dularan, nodded at his leader.
"Where to?" He asks, already having a hint as to the answer was.
"Moroband. Keep the communicator on, just in case."
"B-but sir..!"
"No, Commander. I won't ask again."
The commander flinches, then nods. "All hands to attention! Prepare for jump to Moroband! And gods have mercy on our souls..."