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his eyebrows arched up as the storm troopers who were there, seemingly tangible and very real were suddenly gone, he assumed it was an illusionary trick brought upon by the woman in front of him. It intrigued him, like him she seemed to have a mastery of an ability the force provided that few touched on heavily, an illusionist like the fearsome Darth Phobos, it couldn't be a mere coincidence. When the woman turned and spoke he knew for sure she was the one he was being drawn to, his master often spoke the same way of Vader before he was killed, about how he was a sith broken by grief and fear, it was clear that he was always plotting to take down Vader himself eventually. His master knew the limits of his abilities compared to Vader's though, it was probably why he trained Alios so hard, to have an ace in the whole the day he chose to finally slay the Dark Lord

His master taught him all about the history of the sith as far back as the arrival of the original race . This made the woman peeked his interest even further, someone who lived in the time before Darth Bane standing before her, had he heard it from anyone else he wouldn't have even considered believing something like that...yet, she did not seem to be lying. Either she spoke the truth or was delusional, he assumed it was the former. " Well Sin, you may call me Alios " he said as he removed his hood to reveal his face to her with his name, it was a sign of trust, hopefully she would understand this meant he accepted. He knew better than to place his trust in her however, he knew of the detestable amount of deceit and trechary that led to the rule two and the fall of decades of tradition. As well as the ruthlessness, to even become an apprentice in those days you had to outlive your competition through gruesome trials and then kill those who survived at the end of the trials, it was only the last one standing that was chosen.

Knowing this he knew better than to cross a sith from those times for it just might be his undoing. He made his way over to her, his cloak rising behind him and the fabric shifting with each step, he looked down at the bodies at their feet before looking back up to her and asking " what purpose could a Jedi serve other than trying to run us through with a light saber? " He himself held no hatred towards the Jedi, he was only just being born the year order 66 was given so for all his life Jedi held no significant role, though he knew they were still out there. Plotting rebellions that his master was sent out to aid in crushing in places Vader could not attend himself, and turning others when they could to the, for lack of a better word " light " side of the force.