He hadn’t been to Malathon IX before. It didn’t matter. He had his target. He had his mission. The location didn’t matter—cityscape, desert, tundra, jungle, he’d worked in them all, adapting to his surroundings and doing so with ease, learning quickly to use the location to his own advantage.

That was why he was so good. That was why his skills had demanded such a high premium even before the war, and that was why he had been called on now to serve a higher power, tasked with hunting the most dangerous of quarries.

Because now Ochi of Bestoon hunted the Jedi themselves.


Star Wars Shadow of The Sith Chapter 11