**Outpost Bravo,**
**Outside Myrmidon,**
**Aeotheran,**
**39 ABY.**

The diversity of sounds from the jungles quickly became muted by the overkill of blaster fire, as the onslaught from the Dark Jedi commenced. With lightsabers firmly in hand, the battleteam members cleaved and danced their way through the ranks of the rebellion. Under the guise of Chelidon, the soldiers chanted in the distance for justice and victory against the Force Users of all affiliations. At the forefront of the battles, the Quarren Warrior bolstered others with a deadly concentration on their morale. The song of the rebellion quickly became ineffective once Lexic firmly grasped his ‘allies’ into his power, albeit at the cost of his depleting energies. The Quarren found himself a small watchtower to sit and concentrate on, before settling into a deep mediation and summoning the Dark Side in aid of Devil’s Shroud and Sapphire Squadron combined. To the Sith, war was a way of life.

Lexic had never discussed it at length before but he understood what the mass events of violence, powerful struggles and ultimate betrayals meant to the Order. To the Quarren war was just a way of life for most species, including his own species back on Dac. His concentration became improved as he was comfortable with the idea of war, the Dark Side fuelling the efforts and battles of his friends below. He could hear from his tower the cries and shrieks from the Chelidon Rebellion, who were unprepared for the strengthened efforts of the Dark Jedi. Ammunition clips and datapads slowly floated and orbited around the Quarren who silently cogitated, his stamina slowly depleting to the point of exhaustion. Lexic held his concentration the best he could, his staggering strength a model of what the Sith Order has taught him over the years, and even under Valtiere’s tutelage the Quarren innately used his hatred as a deadly weapon. In his last and final moments in contemplation, Lexic sought the soldiers fighting for the mysterious natives and speared his mental will at their morale. Like a infectious wave, the Quarren’s concentration plagued their will to fight and caused shaky hands and shallow courage.

Lexic collapsed to the floor in total deprivation once his work was done, feeling a wave of excitement and satisfaction coming from the senses of his allied forces. His payment to the war against the natives was made in full, and deservedly gained his resting period. The Sith Quarren carefully peered over the ledge of the tower, his eyes blurred by the strain on his strength, and nodded in approval. The Dark Jedi forces advanced deep into the jungles and began to tear a hole in Chelidon’s defences. It wouldn’t be long before they met the native woman personally, and that would be the time Lexiconus will profit from.

*Through strength, I gain victory.*