Sith Warrior [2020 Version] | Star Wars: The Old Republic

Sith Warrior [2020 Version] | Star Wars: The Old Republic

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It has come to my absolute attention that, despite REPORTING years ago and Wattpad itself removing the fic, you have decided to post it again. So, I have decided to create a new Wattpad account, repost my SWTOR fic out of absolute spite. And in case you try anything fucking funny, I have the timestamps of when I last finished each and every fucking chapter on my desktop. Hell, I even have the email thread with Wattpad reporting your ass. And you have the damn audacity to even edit my artwork? I won't be fucking surprised if all of your other fics in your profile are stolen too. Considering you stole like what? 3 fanfics out of me before, and now you reposted my SWTOR fic? I'm coming after you again, and yes, I was the one who fucking reported you the first round and I will do it again and again until you're out. For those who are curious, you can find the same fanfic in Webnovel under the same title and the author username: foxtrot_romeo (formerly mecharlie_fox) *** Leena Sern was the daughter of a minor Sith Lord. Surviving the Battle of Alderaan and eventually took up the mantle of Sith Lord in order to continue her mother's legacy - until she discovered that her legacy was nothing more than a lie. "When I was young, I dreamed of freedom. I dreamed of breaking my chains. But as I grew more powerful, I realized that my choices were becoming limited. So instead, I fought in the name of the Empire. In my hands, I have the true power of the Force."

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