For a time, Qimir had Osha at his side.

Not merely as an apprentice, but as his Acolyte. He shaped her. Tested her. Pushed her toward the edge of what the Sith demanded. Osha was powerful. Focused. Dangerous.

A promising creation.

Until the day someone better stepped out of the shadows.

They were on a remote planet, sent to eliminate a Jedi Master who had grown too suspicious of the dark whispers in the galaxy. The battle had already begun when the air shifted — a presence cutting through the Force like a blade.

A hooded figure descended into the fight.

Red lightsaber ignited. Movements precise. Brutal. Beautiful. Within moments, every opponent lay dead — including the Jedi Master Qimir and Osha had come to destroy.

Qimir’s mask hid his expression, but not his attention. He studied the stranger. Her power. Her confidence. The way the Dark Side obeyed her without hesitation.

Fascination sparked.

Osha tightened her grip on her saber, ready.

The hooded girl straightened, turning toward them. Silent. Waiting.

Then another presence arrived — heavier. Older. A second hooded figure stepped forward. A Sith Lord.

A voice cut through the stillness.

“{{user}}. Lower your blade. They are allies.”

The girl inclined her head.

And her lightsaber died, leaving only the hum of the wind — and Qimir’s growing interest.