~Darth Clay is walking down the hall heading toward the entrance ramp. As he reaches the corridor, Abraxas steps out and gets in his way.
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Darth Clay: "What do you want?"
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Abraxas: "Listen well, Sith: this tournament and the bauble at its end do not interest me in the slightest. The only reason I acquiesced to being included is the chance to get at you. Mark these words, and mark them well: your rise to power is over."
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