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In 53 BBY, at the age of seventeen,[1] C'baoth added to his Jedi studies with an education from Mirnic University.[9] Upon his graduation, he traveled to the Jedi Training Center on Kamparas,[1] home to many Jedi scholars,[10] to continue his instruction in the demanding ways of the Force. After training on Kamparas for two years, he was taken on as a private student.[1] C’baoth's early life was an exception to the rule among Jedi of that time: in principle, Initiates who were not selected to be Padawans by the age of thirteen were shifted into one of the divisions of the Jedi Service Corps.[11]刚在WP注意到：乔鲁斯·瑟鲍思早年没有专门的绝地师父—— 一般来说十三岁后还是这种情况，像《绝地少年武士》里的欧比万，继续待在绝地里是得进服务团的。但是瑟鲍思13岁后没找专门师父，跟这个绝地学点被那个绝地教点，没去服务，团……（《绝地少年武士》开篇的欧比万你怎么看啊）再想想然后成功处理了一次黑暗绝地事件后，瑟鲍思认为自己能力与成就都足够的他，不符合程序的自封绝地大师。然后这次自封，被绝地委员会予以承认的事瑟鲍思当初的经历才是真套了主角模版吧？
低学历如何找到高薪工作
这货要不是放出去会黑化而且够屌，绝地估计早把他踢了顺便又想放这张图了
绝地委员会这都能忍？？
话说这货的克隆体略屌啊
瑟鲍思自封大师被委员会承认，最重要原因应该是当初调查到并处理了那次黑暗绝地动乱的行为让绝地委员会很满意：而且瑟鲍思的话很多虽然嚣张狂妄，在旧共和国与绝地里不受欢迎但是他话里关于绝地之于共和国的关系的描述部分（红字部分）：“…………罗拉娜等走到办公室外，走上宽广的走廊时说。“你的什么意思我们今晚去巴洛克？”她问道。“没有评议会的批准？”“不要担心评议会，”瑟鲍思唐突地说。“刚才，我们进入帕尔帕庭的办公室时，你停下脚步给那些布罗菲人让路了。”罗拉娜感到喉咙收紧。“我不想撞到他们。”“你不会，”他反驳。“我已经测量了和它们之间的差距。他们没必要躲开我们。”“他们还是躲了，”罗拉娜说。“因为他们希望如此，出于尊敬，”他说。“明白这一点，我年轻的帕德万学徒。有一天你会成为一个绝地武士，拥有这一职位所需的所有能力和责任。不要忘记是我们把这个共和国团结在一起，不是帕尔帕庭，不是议会，不是官僚。当然更不是离开科洛桑的帮助一天也过不下去的蠢笨平民。他们必须学会信任我们——信任必须建立在尊重之上。你明白吗？”“我明白了，我们希望他们尊重我们，”罗拉娜欲言又止。“但他们怕我们吗？”“尊重和恐惧是一个硬币的两面，”瑟鲍思说。“服从法律的平民持有尊重；而那些沉迷非法勾当的则持有恐惧。”他举起一个手指。“但你绝不能显露软弱和犹豫。决不能。”他垂下手，轻轻敲击她皮带上的光剑。“有些时候你会希望隐匿身份，那时你会隐藏自己的光剑，以及所有证明身份的痕迹。当你作为一个绝地武士，你的行为必须符合绝地武士的身份。自始而终。你明白吗？”…………"恐怕在共和国得诞生，以及共和国诞生后的大部分时间里可能都是实质。就如《旧共和国武士2》里Kreia所说：“共和国从来不是什么重要的东西…从来不是。它不过是包裹着绝地武士们的一层外壳”当然自从千年前鲁桑改革之后，尤其是电影时期、大部分人已经忘记绝地与共和国到底是什么关系了
越来越觉得这货的本体是不是也不比克隆体正常多少……看来该把《离乡远征》的阅读排到计划表里了……
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这个角色出现在哪些星战作品里？
克隆绝地大多都疯了，但这货的克隆体却没疯彻底难道是因为这货的本体本来就很疯？
其实说到底 绝地与西斯的梦想都是建立一个以宗教为主导位置的国家体系 绝地崇尚隐形的崇拜 西斯则更偏向世俗的统治
为什么怕蜥蜴额
瑟鲍思表示明明是索隆借自己跟瓦加尔舰队冲突的机会捡了便宜，虽然旧共和国舰队跟瓦加尔舰队冲突是索隆设计的
Lorana hesitated. But all of Outbound Flight was in this together. "An unidentified fleet has arrived," she told him. "Over two hundred ships, at least a hundred of which seem to be warships.""Who are you talking to?" C'baoth asked."We're trying to figure out whether they're Chiss ships, Chiss allies, or someone else entirely," Lorana continued, ignoring the question."What are their reactor emissions like?" Uliar asked. "Is it a similar spectrum to Mitth-whatever's ships, or something different?""Who is that?" C'baoth demanded. "Jedi Jinzler?""Reactor Tech Uliar says we might be able to deduce their identity or affiliation from their reactor emission spectrum," Lorana said."And what precisely is Reactor Tech Uliar doing out of the imprisonment I ordered for him and his fellow conspirators?" C'baoth asked acidly."We're on our way there," Lorana said, feeling her resolve eroding beneath the weight and pressure of his personality. "I thought that since he's an expert in these things-""We have experts up here, too," C'baoth cut in. "Loyal experts. You concentrate on putting Uliar where he can't do any more harm and leave the alien fleet to-"He broke off as a melodious voice, or possibly two of them, began to speak in the background. "What's that?" Lorana asked."They appear to be hailing us," C'baoth said. The alien voices grew louder as the Jedi Master moved closer to one of the bridge speakers.Lorana listened closely. It was a strange language, highly musical, with a distinct singsong component to it. "Uliar?" she whispered.He shook his head, his forehead creased in concentration. "Never heard anything like it before," he whispered back. "But it doesn't sound like the kind of language near humans like the Chiss would come up with."Lorana nodded agreement. "Master C'baoth?" she called. "It doesn't sound like-""Get the conspirators to their holding area, Jedi Jinzler," C'baoth interrupted. "Then go to Dreadnaught-Four and report to Jedi Master Ma'Ning in the weapons blisters." There was a click as he shut off his comlink.Lorana sighed. "Yes, Master C'baoth," she murmured as she returned her comlink to her belt."We're in trouble, aren't we?" Uliar asked quietly."We'll be all right," Lorana assured him, trying to convey a confidence she didn't feel. First Mitth'raw'nuruodo, and now this new threat . . . and with Outbound Flight's defense resting squarely on the shoulders of their handful of Jedi.And suddenly she was getting a very bad feeling about all of it. "I need to get up to D-Four to assist Master Ma'Ning," she told Uliar. "Get your people inside, and when these other matters are settled we'll get your problem straightened out."Uliar snorted. "It's not our problem."Lorana grimaced. "I know," she conceded. "Don't worry. We will straighten it out.""They're probably not answering because they don't understand you," Car'das explained as patiently as his pounding heart would allow. "As I said, they're from the same region of space I am, and we don't know the language of the mighty and noble Vagaari.""You will soon learn it," the Miskara promised him coldly. "In the meantime, you will serve as translator."Car'das grimaced. That was all he needed: the people on Outbound Flight assuming he was a renegade or, worse, a traitor. Whatever necessary . . . "Of course, Your Eminence," he said. "I stand humbly ready to serve the Miskara and the Vagaari people in any way you wish.""Of course," the Miskara said, as if even a breath of hesitation on Car'das's part would be unthinkable. "Tell me first: how deeply within the vessels will the fighting machines be stored? Will they be at the surfaces, or deeper inside.""Deep inside," Car'das told him, not knowing whether it was true but not about to take the time to try to actually think about it."Good," the Miskara said with satisfaction. "Then we may destroy as we will without risking our prize."An unpleasant sensation tingled across Car'das's skin. With a hundred Vagaari warships blotting out the starscape around him, the Miskara's words were as close to a death sentence as anything he'd ever heard.And he was the one who'd pointed the Vagaari in that direction."Now: speak this," the Miskara continued. " 'You of the vessel known as Outbound Flight: we are the Vagaari. You will surrender or be destroyed.' "
22. . . Or be destroyed."Lorana looked across the weapons blister at Ma'Ning, at the tight set to his mouth. The first voice from the unknown ships had definitely not been human. This one just as definitely was.And the human had been speaking Basic, as well. This wasn't good. "A captive from the Republic?" she suggested."Or a traitor," Ma'Ning said grimly. "Either way, it's going to make this that much trickier.""Not at all," C'baoth's voice came from the comm speaker. "There's nothing even a traitor could have told them that will have prepared them for the kind of coordinated defense a Jedi meld can offer.""With a hundred or more warships at their disposal I can't see them worrying overly much about how tight our defense is," Ma'Ning countered."Patience, Master Ma'Ning," C'baoth said, his voice glacially calm. "Trust in the Force.""They're moving forward," Captain Pakmillu's voice cut in. "All weapons stations stand ready."Lorana took a deep breath as she stretched out to the Force for strength and calm. This was it: the first genuine test of the Jedi control system C'baoth had spent so much of his time teaching the rest of them."What in the name-?" Abruptly, Ma'Ning hunched closer to his sensor displays. "Master C'baoth?""I see them," C'baoth said. "So this is the sort of enemy we face.""What is it?" Lorana asked, swiveling her chair to her own displays."Look at the warships," Ma'Ning said. "See all those plastic bubbles on the hulls?"Lorana felt her chest tighten. "There are people in there!""Living shields," C'baoth confirmed, his voice thick with contempt. "The most evil and cowardly defense concept ever created.""What do we do?" Lorana asked, a sudden trembling in her voice. "We can't just slaughter them.""Courage, Jedi Jinzler," C'baoth said. "We'll simply shoot between the hostages.""Impossible," Ma'Ning insisted. "Not even with Jedi gunners. Turbolasers simply aren't accurate enough.""Do you assume me to be a fool, Master Ma'Ning?" C'baoth demanded scathingly. "Of course we won't fire until we're close enough for the necessary accuracy.""And meanwhile we just sit here and take their fire?" Ma'Ning countered."Hardly," C'baoth said, an edge of malicious anticipation creeping into his voice. "The Vagaari have a surprise in store for them. All Jedi: prepare to meld. Stretch out to the Force . . . and then, to the Vagaari.""They make no answer," the Miskara said accusingly, as if Outbound Flight's silence was Car'das's fault."Perhaps they're still consulting among themselves, Your Eminence," Car'das suggested, shifting his eyes back and firth across the sky. The Vagaari ships had started to close the gap between themselves and Outbound Flight, moving together into groups of tight-formation clusters that would provide them the protection of overlapping forward shields.They were preparing to attack.And still nothing from Outbound Flight. Or from Thrawn, for that matter. His ships had to be around here somewhere. But where?"You will give them a new message," the Miskara ordered. " 'The time for discussion is ended. You will surrender now or-' "And in the middle of the sentence, his voice abruptly dissolved into a confused burbling.Car'das frowned, pressing the comlink to his ear. The whole bridge seemed to have collapsed into the same helpless babbling, as if the entire crew had had a mass mental attack.Which was, he suspected, exactly what had happened.He looked out again at Outbound Flight, an unpleasant shiver running through him. He'd heard the stories about all the ways Jedi could use their mind control tricks to confuse attackers, everything from creating false noises in their ears to making them unable to properly focus on controls or weapons systems. But while the stories also claimed that a group of them together could use that power on this massive a scale, he'd never heard of something like that actually happening.Until now.And with that, he knew, it was all over. The final card had come up double-down-nine, and the rest was as fixed and inevitable as a planetary orbit.With the comlink still pressed to his ear, he settled down to wait for the end."So your tales were correct," Mitth'raw'nuruodo murmured. "Your Jedi have reached across the distance to the Vagaari and numbed or destroyed their minds.""So it would seem," Doriana agreed, feeling a little numb himself. Even if it was just the Vagaari commanders and gunners who'd been affected, and even given the fact that the aliens would have had no forewarning of what was coming, it was still a terrifying feat.And it was being performed by a relative handful of Jedi Masters and Jedi Knights.Predictably, it was Kav who broke the awed silence first. "And our part is to sit by and do nothing?" he prompted."Our part is to do that for which we have come," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said. Reaching to his board, he keyed a switch. "It is time for the Vagaari to die.""The Vagaari?" Kav echoed. "No! You were given my starfighters for use against Outbound Flight.""I was not given the starfighters at all," Mitth'raw'nuruodo corrected him coolly. Ahead, the droid starfighters were rising in waves now from their asteroid staging area, heading at full speed toward the clusters of Vagaari warships. "I will choose how to use them."Kav snarled something in his own language. "You will not get away with this," he bit out."Walk cautiously, Vicelord," Mitth'raw'nuruodo warned, his glowing eyes flashing at the Neimoidian. "Don't forget that the starfighters aren't the only Neimoidian technology I've taken from you."Doriana felt a sudden tingling on the back of his neck. He spun around, expecting to find the two droidekas Mitth'raw'nuruodo had taken from the Darleveme standing behind them in full combat stance.But there was nothing there. "No, Commander, the combat droids are not here," Mitth'raw'nuruodo assured him. "They're where they can be of far more useful service.""And where is that?" Doriana asked."Where else?" Mitth'raw'nuruodo said, smiling tightly. "On the bridge of the Vagaari flagship."The sudden multiple stutter of blasterfire in his ear sent Car'das twitching to the side, and he banged his elbow against the edge of the bubble as he hastily moved the comlink farther away. His head was still ringing as the rhythmic fire of the droidekas was joined by the more deliberate shots from the four battle droids' rifles. Apparently, Thrawn had had a secondary control pattern laid in beneath the program Car'das had set up earlier for the Miskara. The sounds of shooting shifted subtly as the six droids began to move across the bridge, mowing down the helpless gunners and commanders.And as they systematically chopped off the head of the Vagaari leadership hierarchy, the droid starfighters arrived.The first and second waves flashed overhead without slowing, skimming the hull barely five meters from Car'das's face as they drove toward the clusters of Vagaari ships in the distance. The third wave arrived in full combat mode, their laser cannons raking the flagship with a brilliant sheet of fire. Car'das flinched back, but almost before he had time to be frightened they, too, were past, leaving torn pieces of shattered hull material and white jets of escaping air in their wake. Blinking against the multiple purple afterimages, he peered through the dissipating gases at the other bubbles around him, half afraid of what he would see.But the starfighters had pulled it off. In every single one of the bubbles within his view, the Geroon hostages were still alive-terrified, certainly, some of them clawing mindlessly at the plastic as if trying to tunnel their way out. But they were alive. With Outbound Flight's Jedi preventing the Vagaari gunners from defending their ships, and with the sharp-edged precision the droids' electronic targeting systems and close-approach attack had permitted, the starfighters had sliced their way neatly through the warship's hull between the Vagaari's living shields.And not just aboard the flagship. All around him, Car'das could see clouds of debris and escaping air enveloping the other nearby Vagaari warships, the haze scintillating with the fiery glow of the starfighters' drives as they finished each set of targets and moved on to the next. Already in this first attack, he estimated Thrawn's assault had taken out over a quarter of the alien warships.And still with no response from the remainder. The question now, he knew, was whether the Jedi control of the aliens would last long enough for the starfighters to finish the job. Switching on his macrobinoculars, listening with half an ear to the one-sided carnage still going on beneath him on the bridge, he focused on Outbound Flight.
It was like nothing Lorana had ever felt before. Like nothing she had ever dreamed she would ever feel, or need to prepare herself for. Even as she submerged herself in the Jedi meld, allowing C'baoth to guide her and the others as they spread confusion across the Vagaari commanders and gunners, the alien minds she was wrapped around suddenly began exploding into death.Not just a few deaths, either, small ripples of sensation that might have throbbed painfully but controllably against her consciousness. These deaths came in a thunderstorm torrent, wave after wave of fear and agony and rage that hammered against her already overstretched and vulnerable mind. She could feel herself staggering, her hands clutching blindly for something to hold on to as her body reacted to her disorientation. There was a sharp pain in h distantly, she realized she had fallen out of her chair onto the deck. She could feel herself twit could sense the others' reactions flowing through the meld, feeding into her weakness even as her own pain fed into theirs. A thousand alien voices shrieked through her brain as their life forces were snuffed out, with a thousand more waiting behind them .. .Beside Doriana, Mitth'raw'nuruodo took a deep breath. "Ch'tra," he ordered.And moving as a single unit, the Chiss fleet surged forward. "Time to join the party?" Doriana asked, still watching in grim amazement as the waves of droid starfighters methodically cut their way across the Vagaari ships."No," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said. "Time to start one of our own."And it was only then that Doriana saw that the Springhawk and the rest of the Chiss ships were heading for Outbound Flight. He closed his hands into fists, waiting tensely for the Dreadnaughts' gunners to spot this new threat and open fire.But nothing happened. The Springhawk flew completely through the turbolasers' effective combat range, passed unchallenged through the point-defense zone, and with only minor turbulence passed through the shields near the bow of the nearest Dreadnaught. The other Chiss ships broke from the Springhawk's flanks, spreading out toward the other Dreadnaughts as the Springhawk curved from its intercept vector to fly low across its chosen Dreadnaught's hull.And opened fire.They hit the weapons blisters first, the brilliant blue fire of the Chiss lasers tearing through armor and capacitors and charging equipment and digging deeply into the blisters themselves. The shield generators were next, the Springhawk zigzagging along the Dreadnaught's hull as it targeted and destroyed each in turn. All done with the utmost efficiency, a small detached part of Doriana's mind noted, without a single wasted movement. Clearly, Mitth'raw'nuruodo had made good use of the technical readouts he'd provided.And then, to his surprise, the Springhawk made a sharp turn away from the hull and headed again for deep space. Beyond the expanding cloud of destruction, he could see the other Chiss ships doing the same. "What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes flicking across the sky for some new danger that might have caused Mitth'raw'nuruodo to break off his attack."Nothing is wrong," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said, sounding puzzled. "Why?""But you have ceased the attack," Kav said, clearly as bewildered as Doriana. "Yet they lie helpless before you.""Which is precisely why I've stopped," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said. "Jedi Master C' leaders of Outbound Flight. Your vessel has been disarmed, its ability to defend itself destroyed. I offer you this one final chance to surrender and return to the Republic.""What?" Kav yelped, his eyes widening. "But you were to destroy them.""If and when you should command again, Vicelord Kav, such decisions will be yours," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said coolly. "But not now. Outbound Flight, I await your decision."Through the echoing haze of dying minds still screaming at her, through the smoke and debris and distant moans of the injured, Lorana realized she was dying.Probably from suffocation, she decided as she noticed that her lungs were straining but that little or no air was reaching them. She tried to move, but her legs seemed pinned somehow to the deck. She tried to stretch out to the Force, but with the death agonies of the Vagaari now joined by the much closer deaths of her own shipmates she couldn't seem to bring her thoughts into focus.Something cold and metallic closed around her wrist.She opened her eyes to find a maintenance droid tugging at her arm. "What are you doing?" she croaked. It was a matter of mild surprise to discover that she had enough air even to speak. Experimentally, she tried to take a deep breath.And felt a welcome coolness as air flowed into her lungs.She blinked away some of the fog hazing her eyes and peered through the swirling debris. There was a long jagged slash through the ceiling above her, undoubtedly the source of the weapons blister's sudden decompression. Stretched across the gash were a dozen sheets of twisted metal that appeared to have been blown or pulled away from the walls. Half a dozen small metalwork droids were climbing across them, filling the room with clouds of sparks as they hastily welded the sheets into place over the gash.Lying on the deck halfway across the room, his arms stretching toward the ceiling as he used the Force to hold the still unwelded sheets in place, was Ma'Ning.Lorana couldn't see very much of his body with the wreckage of the control room scattered across her line of sight. But she could see enough to turn her stomach. He must have caught the full brunt of one of the laser blasts, taking both the agony of the shot itself as well as the impact of the shards of shattered metal it had created. "Master Ma'Ning," she gasped, trying to get up. But her legs still refused to work.
"No, don't," Ma'Ning said. His voice was strained but still carried the full authority of a Jedi Master. "It's too late for me.""For-" Lorana broke off, a sudden edge of horror cutting through her. With the attack and her own near suffocation, she'd completely lost her connection to the Jedi meld that had so successfully blocked the Vagaari attack.Now, as she tried to stretch out to it again, she found that it had all but vanished."No," she whispered to herself But there was no mistake. When their attackers had targeted the weapons blisters, they had knowingly or unknowingly targeted the Jedi as well.And with only one or two dazed and stunned exceptions, they were dead.All of them."I should have . . . tried stop . . . him sooner," Ma'Ning murmured, his voice weakening as he rapidly lost strength. "But he was ... Jedi Master . . . Jedi Master . . ."With an effort, Lorana pushed back the paralyzing horror. "Don't talk," she said, trying again to move. "Let me help you.""No," Ma'Ning said. "Too late . . . for me. But not . . . for others." One of his outstretched hands twitched toward her, and a bent section of girder pinning her legs to the deck lifted a few millimeters and clattered away. "You can . . . help them.""But I can't just leave you," Lorana protested. Again she tried to get up, and this time she succeeded."I am far . . . beyond your help," Ma'Ning said, a deep sadness in his voice. "Go. Help those . . . who can still . . . be helped.""But-""No!" Ma'Ning bit out, his face convulsing with a sudden spasm. "You're . . . Jedi. Taken . . . oath . . . serve others. Go .. . go.Lorana swallowed. "Yes, Master. I-" She trailed off, searching for the right words. But there weren't any.Perhaps Ma'Ning couldn't find any, either. "Good-bye .. . Jedi Jinzler," he simply said, a ghostly smile touching his lips. "Good-bye, Master Ma'Ning."Ma'Ning's smile vanished, and he lifted his eyes again to the repair droids and their work. Turning away, Lorana picked her way through the wreckage toward the door.She knew she would never see him again.The door, when she reached it, was jammed shut. Stretching out as best she could to the Force, she managed to work it open far enough to slip through. The corridor outside was nearly as bad as the blister itself, with buckled walls and chunks of ceiling littering the deck. But here at least the attackers hadn't managed to cut completely through the hull and open it to space.The blast doors ten meters down the corridor in either direction had closed when the blister had decompressed, sealing away this section from the rest of the ship. But with the breach now scaled and the emergency oxygen supplies repressurizing the area, the forward blast door opened for Lorana without protest.In the distance she could hear shouting and screams, and could sense the fear and panic behind them. But for the moment, those people weren't her immediate concern. The Dreadnaughts were well equipped with escape pods, where the survivors could take refuge while the droids repaired the hull.But there was one group of people who wouldn't have that chance: the fifty-seven so-called conspirators C'baoth had ordered locked away in the storage core.The people she had locked away in the storage core.Her legs were starting to throb now where the girder had landed on her. Stretching out to the Force to suppress the pain, she headed in a limping run toward the nearest pylon turbolift."We made a bargain!" Kav snarled. "You were to destroy Outbound Flight for us!""I never made any such bargain," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said. "I agreed only to do what I deemed necessary to eliminate the threat posed by the expedition.""That was not what we wanted," Kav insisted."You were in no position to make demands," Mitth'raw'nuruodo reminded him. "Nor are you now."There was a sudden hiss from the comm. "So," an almost unrecognizable voice ground out. "You think you have won, alien?" The display came alive .. . and a cold shiver ran up Doriaria's back.
It was Jorus C'baoth, pale and disheveled, his clothing torn and blood-spattered, one side of his face badly burned. But his eyes blazed with the same arrogant fire that Doriana had seen that day long ago in Supreme Chancellor Palpatine's office.He groped for Mitth'raw'nuruodo's sleeve. "Kav is right-you have to destroy them," he hissed urgently. "If you don't, we're dead."Mitth'raw'nuruodo's eyes flicked to him, then back to the comm. "I have indeed won," he told C'baoth. "I have only to give a single order-" His hand shifted slightly on his control board, his fingertips coming to rest on a covered switch edged in red. "-and you and all your people will die. Is your pride worth so much to you?""A Jedi does not yield to pride," C'baoth spat. "Nor does he yield to empty threats. He follows only the dictates of his own destiny.""Then choose your destiny," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said. "I'm told the role of the Jedi is to serve and defend.""You were told wrongly," C'baoth countered. "The role of the Jedi is to lead and guide, and to destroy all threats." The unburned corner of his lip twisted upward in a bitter smile.And without warning, Thrawn's head jerked back, his whole body pressing back against his seat. His hand darted to his throat, clutching uselessly at it."Commander!" Doriana snapped, grabbing reflexively for Mitth'raw'nuruodo's collar.But it was no use. The invisible power that was choking the life out of him wasn't something physical that Doriana might be able to push aside. C'baoth was using the Force . . . and there was nothing Doriana or anyone else could do to stop him.
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