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“It’s fine,” Zannah replied, not wanting to reveal her apprehension to either of the men.

She climbed into the speeder and nodded at Set to do the same.

“Thanks for the update, Chet.”

As the speeder roared to life and took to the air, she began to consider her options. If Bane was alone, she would challenge him as she planned. However, if Bane had found someone else to become his heir things would get more complicated.

If Bane had cast her aside, did the Rule of Two still apply to her? Or would Bane and his new apprentice combine their strength to defeat her as an enemy of the Sith? If that happened, she wouldn’t be able to survive alone.

If things went bad, she didn’t really know if the Dark Jedi sitting beside her would come to her aid, but she didn’t have any real choice. She had decided to confront Bane tonight, and she wasn’t about to turn back now. She’d waited too long for this moment, put it off too many times before.

“Be on your guard when we land,” she warned Set.

“I’m always on guard,” he assured her.

Zannah’s apprehension continued to mount as she approached the estate, but as she drew nearer she realized she couldn’t sense her Master’s presence. Puzzled, she brought the speeder in to land and saw that the front door was wide open.

“Wait here,” she instructed Set.

With one hand on the hilt of her lightsaber, she approached the open door cautiously and peeked inside. At first glance the damage was almost more than she could comprehend. The plaster on the walls was cracked and burned in at least a dozen places; the marble floors were scratched and scorched. Sticky strands of synthetic webbing and flakes of ash were everywhere.

Every piece of furniture she could see was either smashed or overturned. Carefully, she made her way upstairs, still wary despite not sensing anyone else in the building.

A quick inspection of the various rooms assured her that there was no immediate danger, and she sheathed her lightsaber. It seemed as if most of the damage had been confined to the foyer and the sitting room just off the mansion’s entrance. If there were answers to be had, she’d most likely find them there.

When she returned to the front of the manse, she wasn’t surprised to see that Set had disobeyed her orders. He was sitting on a chair that had survived relatively unscathed, his legs crossed and a glass of wine in his hand, casually waiting for her to arrive. A freshly opened bottle stood beside him on the floor.

“Your Master has excellent taste,” he said, raising the glass and drinking a toast to the absent host.

It was clear from the evidence that someone had attacked Bane in the mansion, and it was only logical to assume they must have been on the drop ship. Who they were and why they had come, however, were still mysteries she couldn’t solve.

“I told you to wait in the speeder,” she said, descending the stairs and closing the mansion door.

“I was bored,” he answered with a shrug, taking another sip of wine before changing topics. “Looks like that confrontation you were expecting isn’t going to happen after all. I guess you’re the new Sith Master by default.”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Zannah muttered. “Besides, Darth Bane’s still alive. If he was dead I would have felt it.”

“Somehow I was afraid you’d say that,” he said, bending forward to grab the wine bottle and refill his empty glass. “Any idea who might have done this?”

“None of our enemies even knows the Sith still exist,” Zannah reminded him.

“I get the feeling there’s something you’re not telling me,” Set noted. A second later he added, “Master.”

“Bane just arrived back on Ciutric tonight.” She saw no reason not to tell him what she had learned. “And Chet told me an unidentified drop ship touched down near the estate a short time before he arrived.”

“You think the two are related?”

“I don’t believe in coincidence,” she replied. After a moment she decided to come clean with Set. “I think Bane might have sent me to Doan just to get me out of the way for a while. I think he was actually interested in something