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But it did explain Tenebrouss curious behavior in the months and weeks preceding the events on Baldemnic. It was impossible to know how long Venamiss attack had been in the planning, but Tenebrous, for all his cool detachment, had plainly worried over the decision. On Baldemnic he had been distracted, and that inattention had cost him his life. But in those final moments, before he had fully grasped the role Plagueis had played, he had been on the verge of revealing the existence of Venamis. It made little difference now, and, in fact, Plagueis found the Biths vacillation contemptible.

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Like Plagueis, Tenebrous had obviously embraced the fact that Darth Banes Rule of Two had expired. Precious few Sith Lords had honored it, in any case, and with good reason, as Plagueis saw it. The goals of the Grand Plan were revenge and the reacquisition of galactic power. But while most Sith Lords since Bane had in their own fashion helped to weaken the Republic, their efforts had owed less to selflessness and allegiance to the Rule than to weakness and incompetence. Driven to discharge Banes imperative they might have been, and yet each had fallen prey to individual foibles and eccentricities, and so had failed to exact revenge on the the Jedi Order. Plagueis understood. He would never have been one to lay in wait or devote his reign merely to positioning a subsequent Sith Lord for success. Nor would he have been content to remain in Tenebrouss shadow as an apprentice had the Bith actually triumphed where others had failed.

An old story that had never made much sense to him. How, in all his wisdom, had Tenebrous failed to grasp that Plagueis was the culmination of the millenniumlong hunger for revenge How had the Bith failed to grasp that destiny had called him In a rare moment of compliment, the Bith had even said as much. In the same way that tectonic forces cause a boulder to plunge into a river, forever diverting its course, events give rise to individuals who, stepping into the current of the Force, alter the tide of history. You are such a one. Was Plagueis now to believe that Tenebrous had also considered Venamis such a one If so, it demeaned him. The data discovered aboard Venamiss starship failed to shed light on how old hed been when Tenebrous found him, or reveal anything about his training. Set ways of training an apprentice were a thing of the past, regardless. Doctrine was for the Jedi. Where the Jedi courted power, the Sith lusted after it; where the Jedi believed they knew the truth, the Sith possessed it. Owned by the dark side, they ultimately became their knowledge. For the past five years, the Sith of the Bane line had eschewed selecting as apprentices, finding it more advantageous to discover beings who had already been hardened or scarred by life. Plagueis, though, had been an exception. Muunilinst had not followed suit when, in the madness that was the Third Great Expansion, worlds of the Core and the Inner Rim had stretched out to settle and claim many of the planets surveyed and made available by the Colonization Act and the Planet Grant Amendment. The reason was simple: though the Muuns had wealth beyond the wildest dreams of many species and access to starships of the highest quality, they were unwilling to leave their holdings on Muunilinst unattended. Nor were they interested in colonization for its own sakein spreading their seedbecause the more Muuns the galaxy contained, the less wealth there would be to go around.

Located in Muunilinsts own stellar neighborhood, and a fertile breeding ground for nova, artesian, and lowlevel Adegan crystals, MygeetoGem, as it was known in the ancient Muun tonguewas also one of the least hospitable worlds the Muuns had acquired. Captive to snow and ice, the planet boasted few indigenous lifeforms and was continually assailed by storms that mounded its surface into crystal spurs the size of mountains. Regardless, and at great expense, the Muuns had succeeded in constructing a few selfcontained cities and storage vaults, powering them with energy derived from the crystals themselves. Even in the best of instances Mygeeto was a challenge to approach because of its asteroid ring, but the asteroids became secondary impediments once the InterGalactic Banking Clan assumed control of mining operations in the ice shelves and glaciers. Then even the Jedi were prohibited from visiting without prior authorization. Already a member of long standing in the IBC, the elder Damask had accepted the assignment as a personal favor to Muunilinsts High Officer, Mals Tonith, but more in the hope of advancing a career that had stalled and kept him confined to middle management. Unrecognized for his genius and angry about it, Damask had left his primary wife and clanmates behind and had attempted to build if not a life then at least a career for himself on the remote ice world. Success in supervising the mining operations came in short order, but contentment, of any sort, proved elusive until the arrivalten years after his ownof a lowercaste Muun female who would first become his assistant, then his codicil wife, in due course giving birth to a son they named Hego, after Caars clan father.