Luke sat back against the creepily pulsing adipose tissue of the couch, one hand swiping across his face; while he was mostly locked-down now out of cautiousness while being around a Sith, some of his surprise rippled outward from him in the Force. A group of Sith? Enough to amass a fleet of ships and enough force to neutralize the Nightsisters? Sure, they were untrained, but after tangling with the Nightsisters once he wasn't about to dismiss them. They weren't stupid.

More troubling, they'd done it secretly. Operating covertly was pretty much a standard of the Dark Side, but you had to be really good to keep something like this quiet. That made him wonder if two years had really packed more events in than he'd thought. Something like this--it shouldn't have been ignored. Someone--either the Temple or someone in the GA--should have noticed something.

And yet nobody had, for some reason. And now there was a teenage Sith smirking at him.