The Charge I

She who had no equal among the One Sith Order's acolytes, Darth Talon lived with only purpose - to sit on the steps of the Emperor's throne as her Lord's Hand. But soon under the fame and success a rotten truth revealed itself. Ungrateful silence about her military merits, substitution of her battle honour with the image of a brainless slag had been stripping Talon of her sanity for a long time. Is she really not the Hand but the Face of One Sith, nothing but a bone to attract lustful dogs into the Order's ranks?

The artwork on the cover isn't mine! I just edited it a bit.

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