Grand Lord Darish Vol was present, along with all the High Lords and Lords of the Sith Circle. There were too many Sith Sabers to include them all, so only a prestigious few had been chosen. Vestara’s father, Saber Gavar Khai, was among that number. She watched him as he stood next to his friend, Ruku Myal, a Saber as fair-haired as Khai was dark, as animated as Khai was solemn. Vestara was the sole apprentice. Oh, the rest of the Sith on Kesh would be watching, of course. Holocams were set up all over the courtyard, and the event would be broadcast live all over the planet. Vestara did not pay much attention to the speech Grand Lord Vol gave, and she suspected that, revered as Vol was, few others did either. Everyone was waiting for the Sith training sphere, Ship, who had told them to gather, as he had something very important to tell them. And when he finally spoke, inside their minds, Vestara was stunned. For long you have been isolated.
