Star Wars_ Darth Bane 01_ Path of Destruction - Drew Karpyshyn [69]
Bane hesitated. Githany was no Master, yet she had trained as a Jedi for many years. She probably knew much about the Force that would be new to him. At the very least he’d learn more with her help than without it. And yet something bothered him about her offer.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked.
She gave him a sly smile. “Still don’t trust me? Good. You shouldn’t. I’m only in this for myself. I can’t defeat Sirak on my own. He’s too strong.”
“They say he’s the Sith’ari,” Bane muttered.
“I don’t believe in prophecies,” she countered. “But he has powerful allies. And the other Zabrak apprentices here are completely loyal to him. If I’m ever going to challenge him, I need somebody on my side. Somebody strong in the Force. Somebody like you.”
Her reasons made sense, but there was still something bothering him. “Lord Qordis and the other Masters wouldn’t approve of this,” he warned her. “You’re taking an awful risk.”
“Risks are the only way to claim the rewards,” she replied. “Besides, I don’t care what the Masters think. In the end those who survive are the ones who look after themselves.”
It took Bane a second to realize why her words sounded so familiar. Then he remembered the last thing Groshik had said to him before he left Apatros. In the end each of us is in this alone. The survivors are those who know how to look out for themselves.
“You help me regain the Force, and I’ll help you against Sirak,” he said, extending his arm. She clasped it in her own, then stood up to leave. Bane held his grip, forcing her to sit back down. There was a dangerous glint in her eye, but he didn’t let go.
“Why did you leave the Jedi?” he asked.
Her expression softened, and she shook her head. She extended her free hand and placed it gently on his cheek. “I don’t think I’m quite ready to share that with you.”
He nodded. He didn’t need to push her now, and he knew he hadn’t earned the right yet.
The hand on his cheek fell away, and he let go of her arm. She gave him one last appraising glance, then rose and walked away with brisk, purposeful strides. She never glanced back, but Bane was content to follow her swaying hips until she was out of sight.
Githany knew he was watching her make her exit. Men always watched her; she was used to it.
All in all she felt the meeting had gone well. For a split second at the end—when he’d refused to let go of her arm—she had wondered if she’d underestimated him. His defiance had caught her off guard; she’d expected someone weak and subservient. But once she’d looked into his eyes she’d realized he was clinging to her out of desperation and fear. One single meeting and he already couldn’t bear to let her go.
Even though she’d been with the Sith only a short time, the ways of the dark side came naturally to her. She felt no pity or sorrow for him; his vulnerability only made him easier to control. And unlike the Jedi, the Brotherhood of Darkness rewarded ambition. Each rival she brought low proved her worth and elevated her status within the Sith.
Bane would make the perfect tool to bring her rivals down, she thought. He was incredibly strong in the Force. Even stronger than she’d first realized. She’d been amazed at the power she’d felt inside him. And now he was completely wrapped around her finger. She just had to make sure he stayed that way.
She’d bring him along slowly, always keeping him just behind her own abilities. It was a dangerous game, but one she knew she could play well. Knowledge was power, and she alone controlled what knowledge he would gain. She’d teach him. String him along, twist him to her will, then use him to crush Sirak. And then, if she felt Bane was growing too powerful, she’d destroy him, too.
Night had fallen over Korriban; sputtering torches cast eerie shadows in the halls of the Academy. Bane made his way through those halls wrapped in a black cloak, little more than