II
Jedi Master Jame Barbagar, a tall human male with longer, shoulder-length hair and a black goatee, looked ahead, waiting for the rest of his team to join him. Nylan was dead: he had sensed that. Her life force had swelled and then diminished, as had the power of the Dark Side. The Sith, or at the very least Dark Jedi, were involved. The Council had been on-edge since Master Darson's death, so the appearance of the Darksiders was in every way a green light for them to dispatch a team and straighten things out. Not only would they catch Nylan's murderers, they also hoped they could learn more information as to why Master Darson as killed.
Not that anyone outside of the Jedi Council and Zatrian Lightker knew about Darson and the Sith he'd fought. That as highly classified.
Barbagar felt a meek spike in the Force, something on the edge of his perceptions that might not be anything, but might be something. He looked over to the Miraluka Jedi with them, Kirean Vale.
"Do you see anything out-of-place?"
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