“Half of it already burning!” Marchion Ro stood at the center of the Gaze Electric’s bridge, his arms outstretched. Even here, he wore his helmet; his smiles were not for the likes of others to see. “Half of it doomed! The Republic, the mighty Jedi, forced to go begging for help from the galaxy at large! They are nothing compared with the might of the Nihil!” “They are nothing compared with the Eye of the Nihil,” said Ghirra breathily. Another plus of wearing the mask: Ghirra couldn’t see him rolling his eyes.
