FimmRess stood in the dimly lit chamber, his black robes billowing around him as he awaited the arrival of Darth Baras's apprentice.

As he waited, FimmRess couldn't help but reflect on his recent encounters with Duke Kendoh Thul. The Duke had proven to be a treacherous ally, his true intentions hidden behind a facade of loyalty. FimmRess had stood his ground, refusing to carry out the Duke's command to eliminate the apprentice.

"Y/N," he spoke, his voice laced with authority.