Naughlen approached the graveyard alone, motioning his men to hang back behind the entrance. He could see the figure of the Sith, kneeling in front of a grave marker. No... As he got closer, it became clear that she wasn't kneeling, or anything so dignified. She was sitting on the ground, knees pulled into her chest and head hung, resting on her knees. She didn't seem to notice his presence at all--although Naughlen noted that she still wore her lightsabers on her waist. Still, he had enough time to look at the name on the grave marker: Taroth Emras. The date was six years ago.

"Sith," he said calmly. At his word, she stood up and, slowly, turned to face him. It was obvious that she had been crying, almost embarrassingly obvious. Her green eyes were bloodshot and red from tears, the tracks of which still glistened on her cheeks. When she spoke, her voice broke almost entirely, the words shaking along with her body.

"My name," she stated, "is Haylar Marannav. I wish to defect."

And with that, she collapsed, losing the ability--or the will--to stand.