The silence of solitude(open)

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

It had been a week ago that the green Sith known as Ogre had left TSE, and he still hadn’t come to any conclusions about what he should do now. Seven days just flying through the bleakness and emptiness of space, with no real destination and no real purpose. He was itching to cause some destruction, but at the same time, he found that eagerness to be lacking its old flair.

Traveling at only subspace speeds, he hadn’t really put all that much distance between himself and Munto Codru. His small modified YT-2400 freighter, just inching its way through the vast void.

What future is there for one who has decided to leave all that he had and venture alone in this Universe? IT couldn’t be all too unpromising, as he knew his home on the planet of Meras still awaited, with new memories of the family, which had come to replace his lost one.

He peered out the forward view-port merely staring into the cold blackness, taking comfort in how it reminded him of the blackness of his heart, which he had shown so many others.

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[Ogre Mal Pannis]

The minutes passed like hours, the hours like days as he steadily navigated through open space, then he could see something, something he had meant to intercept. It was supposed to be out here at the edge of the system, and indeed it was.

A large, dark, ominous shape, floating in the sea of black and stars, hardly able to be distinguished except for the way it blocked the light from the stars on the other side of it.

The Dauntless approached it and as it became lager in view, scatterings of other vessels could be seen swarming around. It was Kashalla’s Fist, something Ogre had only commanded once when he exterminated his enemies from his original homeworld.

For a craft that bore the name of his coveted deity Kashalla, it was a shame that no more destruction had been wrought with it.

[Darth Rane]

Not for the first time, Darth Rane knew what it was to have his eyes burn, stinging to the point where many mammals would have had tears brought to their eyes. But the Dark Jedi no longer had tear ducts, and thus, none would come. His retinas flared in protest as he stared at the triple suns that hovered miles above him, grand balls of perpetual liquid fire that had all but incinerated life on the planet immediately below. It reminded him, not for the first time, of the liquid metal which had seared away most of his body; Had stolen from him what little humanity might or might not have existed in his then-frail frame. Finally, almost reluctantly, he turned away from them, letting his eyes adjust to the relative darkness of his ship's cockpit. As it stood, he brooded too much on the past...

From right behind him, the computer console warbled a warning beep, vying for his attention. It continued with a series more until he finally turned back around, punching a button on the panel. There was a moment's delay before the message scrolled across the screen, lifting up line by line.

<font color="bright green">Warning: Incoming unidentified craft.
Attempting to retrieve ID and serial number. Possible threat. Recommended course of action: Prepare for a combat situation</font>

Darth Rane grimaced: He wasn't looking forward to a fight this from Vjun.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

He piloted his ship around the great bastion in space, admiring the sleek black lines and knowing the fear it could spread over anyone whom it approached. For now it was merely on a regular patrol, but that just as anything in the Universe could change in the blink of an eye.

As he turned to complete his circumvention of the mighty vessel, a small orb could be seen in the distance. Munto Codru, shimmered an eerie glow from this distance, its sighting bringing memories of its conquest to the Sith Master, such wonderful times they were, slaying and oppressing those who inhabited there.

The small freighter approached a docking bay entrance, his clearance was granted with no question, for his name still held the respect of the subordinates of the Empire. It was difficult to say if word of his departure from their ranks had reached those that occupied this great craft, and even if it had, who were they to deny the previous commander of this ship, to board, considering his weapon systems weren’t active, and his hail to come aboard met standard protocol.

[Darth Rane]

Cursing under his breath, Rane drummed his fingers on several different buttons almost simultaneously. It took a few moments before he managed to get an ID on the nearby ship, and even before he saw the display, he let out a sigh of relief. His mouth twisted into a wicked grin as he saw the intimidating shape of the Dauntless soaring right by him, apparently taking course towards one of the nearby moons. But he didn't see anything suitable for un-assisted breathing. Punching a few more buttons, he did a search for any other large ships in the area. It took a few more moments, during which Rane became increasingly impatient. Finally, it showed up: an Sovereign class Star Destroyer.

Thumbing a few switches, the engines of the Rane's Hawk roared to life, slowly banking to it's portside. Perhaps it might pay to make a slight sidetrack and see just what it was that the mighty Sith Master, Darth Ogre, was doing all the way out here. More importantly, what that ship was doing here.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

The dull silver ship entered the landing bay and touched down inside, from a distance it might appear to the naked eye, as if it just vanished suddenly. The repulsors kicked in and it set down gently on one of the several flight decks inside the behemoth vessel, designated Kashalla’s Fist.

As he walked down the lowering ramp, Ogre was greeted by a battalion of the ship’s crew, standing in formation, none so brave as to speak a word to the Sith Master as he made his way to where they were.

Remaining silent, as he had for the last seven days, Ogre walked by the assembled troops, looking them over as they stood in full battle dress, just as they should be, always prepared to be called on for any task that may be presented by either their leaders or an unexpected situation that may arise.

[Darth Rane]

As the enormous ship loomed closer in the transparisteel viewport, a sensation washed over Darth Rane which he hadn't felt in a long time: Dread. He pulled on the controls just a bit, tilting it a little to the left as he headed towards one of the docking bays. Hopefully, he could slip in unnoticed: It didn't look like the ship was exactly running with a full crew, if it had one at all. If he couldn't... If he couldn't, then he better hope that the captain wouldn't mind visitors. Which was highly unlikely.

As he made his landing descent, Rane held his breath, cutting power to the rear thrusters. If anyone was going to say something about their uninvited guest, they'd be doing it right about now...

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

As Rane approached the craft and engaged his repulsors, he saw three small vessels appear on either side of him. The de-cloaking V-38s escorted the ship into the landing bay, while he could see a gathering of assembled troops, armed and prepared for any contingency.

Meanwhile, in another landing bay in the huge vessel, Ogre’s silence was at last broken, but it was not by him. It was broken by the sounds of an alarm. The gathered troop’s commander looked to the green Sith for some type of response to what they might do and Ogre merely nodded, letting him know that they were dismissed as far as he believed.

As the troops began to filter into the hallway, which would carry each to their various battle stations, Ogre listened to the alarm and figured that he should go investigate the unannounced visitor on this ship himself, so that he could see who would dare land on a TSE owned ship unexpectedly, besides himself.

[Darth Rane]

Vulk. That was the shortest attempt at a stealthy approach Rane had ever attempted. Then again, he wasn't exactly skilled in the art of subtlety. Putting on the impassive yet fearsome demeanor that was all too common to him, he flipped off the ships main power, shutting it down. With a slightly hurried pace (Didn't want to make them come in after him), he made his way to the rear exit, tapping the key to open the hatch. It slid open with a whoosh, the air pressure changing just slightly.

Rane held his arms away from his sides, indicating that he clearly carried no weapons on his body. No weapons other than the Force and my own physical prowess, he amended silently to himself. Still, in the presence of all these guards, he doubted that that would be enough if it came down to a firefight. Especially considering how he refused to carry a lightsabre. In hindsight, he might re-evaluate the with of that decision if, and when, he got back.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

The troopers rained their weapons on the disfigured being that exited the ship, none of them sure who or what he was and having no standing orders of how to deal with such a thing. A single craft that just decided to approach a landing bay on a Sith owned war vessel was unheard of, but it had shown no signs of ill intent, nor had the frightening being that stepped off of it. With unwavering eyes the mass of men and women kept guard of Rane, waiting for orders from a commanding officer as to how they should proceed.

The doors of the lift slid open in front of the green Sith and the troopers who had ridden it with him filed out hurriedly, while he casually strode off. Even before he laid eyes on the man who stood at the base of the ramp-way to the ship he had just exited, he knew who it was. They had met on a couple of occasions and had even agreed to work together on a few things, but that had been long ago.

Ogre stepped into view, but did not break the week long quiet that he had been keeping, letting his inquisitive eyes ask Rane the question. Why are you here?”

[Darth Rane]

Cooly, Rane turned his gaze over to the large Sith Master.

"To be perfectly honest? I saw you heading this way and I got a little curious. Thought I might be able to sneak on board and see what you were up to."

He let his eyes flick around at the surrounding guards a moment, for effect.

"But it looks like that didn't quite go as planned. Vulking good security you got around here."

Quietly, he was contemplating all the methods of escape he could possibly muster. Few seemed plausible. Even less had even the slightest chance of succeeding.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

Ogre stepped forward, approaching the man whose size and stature were one of the few that matched his own. Rane could see that Ogre was very different from himself, he bore all the gear and weaponry that he normally carried on his person. A lightsaber strapped to his leg, which one hand hovered just inches above, his menacing battle axe, slung upside down upon his back, two small personal blasters clipped in their holsters on his belt, a pouch just behind one of them, also hanging from his belt and the handles of two daggers jutting out from where the blade of his axe was on his lower back.

Ogre was well aware that Rane was powerful in wielding the Force and kept his own guard up, staying alert to any sudden shifts in its presence so that he would not be caught off guard. After circling the man once, Ogre stopped in front of him and met his eyes directly with his own, still not opening his mouth to speak.

Instead he sent a telepathic message. ”Why is it you are interested in what I would be ‘up to’ as you say?”

[Darth Rane]

Lowering some of his mental defenses so that Ogre could easily gauge the truth of his words, Rane responded to his telepathic message in kind:

"As I'm sure you know, I'm a little far from 'home'. I came out this way on a... diplomatic mission."

At this, Rane's lips twisted into a silent smile as he continued.

"When I saw your ship heading right past me. I was going to hail you, but you seemed to be in a rush. In a rush, I might add, to a large ship I managed to ID as a Star Destroyer. Let's just say that I wouldn't want to be in the middle of my 'diplomatic mission' while there was a possible assault underway on the planet."

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

One of his blonde eyebrows raised on his forehead, making his curiosity apparent to Rane as the words ‘diplomatic mission’ registered in his mind. Ogre knew of no plans for this craft other than patrol, in fact he knew of no nearby planets, save the one he had left seven days ago, Munto Codru.

He could sense the truth in Rane’s words but still questioned the nature of his choice of them. The two towering beings continued to stand face to face in what looked to be complete silence to the gathered, and still prepared to defend their ship, troops.

Ogre remained resolute and somewhat oddly calm in his desire to not speak out loud, sending a simple question to Rane through the manner they had communicated thus far.

”What planet were you headed to?”

[Jedah Lynch]

Above the atmosphere of Munto Codru aboard the Dark Sith Lords craft titled the Raven. The Sith relaxes and watches the stars off in the distant, the TSE communciations and spy satellites had detected two craft in the area, deciding to get out and do alittle investigating Lynch was now heading for the targets marked upon his radar.

How he never tired of journeying through the vast endlessness of space. In many ways it reminded him of flying upon the skys itself, the color was different but no less majestic.

It was almost too bad the craft were not that far away and he would soon reach them. If it was a foe they would be dealt with, if a friend then they would leave alive with their skin intact. The outline of the Raven soon vanished as Lynch engaged the cloaking device upon his craft. General Scorpion was indeed a genius and the craft soared through the boundless times of space.

[Darth Rane]

Allowing himself to pause for a moment, Rane swept his gaze over the collected guards. Hopefully, none of them were starting to get itchy trigger fingers.

"I was on my way to Tau Ceti V. It's a largely uncharted, backwater planet: Difficult to get ahold of Nav coords for it's exact location.

See, we had a rather... unusual visitor to Bast Castle not too long ago. So unusual, in fact, that I'm out here to find out a little about where he came from. I don't know why, but I feel strange ripples in the Force around him, although I'm certain that he can't so much as touch the Force. It's disquieting.

If I were a betting man, I'd wager that you guys aren't going to be attacking Tau Ceti anytime soon. Still, having a Star Destroyer hovering above your head is enough to make anyone... uncomfortable."

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

His curiosity piqued at the mention of an unusual visitor that had caught Rane’s attention enough to garner investigation. Deciding not to let on that he was not in command of the star Destroyer, in fact, deciding to make it appear as if he were, Ogre raised an arm and waved his hand downward, signaling to the troops that they may lower their weapons, but not dismissing them entirely.

He may not be a leader of TSE, but his name still carried enough respect on the ship that bore his God’s name that his wishes would be followed as long as they seemed reasonable.

Wondering who this person might be, so that he could keep a wary eye out himself, Ogre posed yet another mental question to Rane. ”Who might this person be, or what might he look like, so that I may be aware of him if I were to come across him myself. To have obtained such attention from you, I suspect there is at least something to be wary of.”

[Darth Rane]

Continuing the silent conversation:

"I don't recall his name: if it were mentioned, then it has slipped my mind. But he was an unusual man. He wore a dark hat. His eyes were as blue as the deepest ocean, one of which had some sort of... tattoo, I think. Of lines, running down it like exaggerated eyelashes. He wore a white suit, stained with a bit of blood. And he walked with an amber-topped cane, although he certainly didn't need it.

He requested that we grant him shelter. We decided then that it would be better to let him fend for himself on the planet's harsh climate. Vjun is hardly hospitable. However, he's proven quite resilient."

A sound was transferred then through the mental link, much like that of a snarl.

"Even managed to evade me whenever I've sought him out. Man's got some damn good luck."

[Jedah Lynch]

Green lines of data shined upon the Siths face as he looked at the readings in the darkness, bits of info were constantly being transmitted to him. The data coming to him revealed that one ship belonged to that of his comrade Ogre Mal Pannis entitled the Dauntless. It had been some time since he had spoken to his former TSE comrade, not since he had left. The other was unknown to him and the Sith wondered if it belonged to another fellow Sith. Another flash of information then was transmitted to his screen. The Kashalla’s Fist was nearby and had taken both ships in.

That was somewhat odd, however considering it had been under the command of Ogre himself it was nothing that didnt exactly surprise the Dark Lord. Such loyalty among troops was common, even of the dark side. The Raven streaked out as the engines shot it forward towards the Kashalla’s Fist. Disengaging the cloak the Sith then transmitted a communications to the bridge of the TSE ship determined to find out the nature of those that had come aboard.

[Ket VanDerveld]

Ket was speeding through space,the stars seemed to go by so fast,he thought. His X-Wing was quite the machine,many modifications made to it,increasing power output,velocity,sheild,weaponry,and other such things. He was glad he kept this old thing when he abandoned the Jedi to become a Sith. He was on his way back to Muntu Cordu from Tatooine,having had some personal buisness to attend to,when he deicded to take his X-Wing,Silencer ,out for a spin. God,how boring it got on his Super Star Destroyer,a product of RSO engineering,a battle ship by product of igenuity. It wasnt much when he comissioned it to be built,but he had his crew working around the clock for weeks to make it into a giant harbinger of death. As he exited hyperspace,he noticed the large star destroyer hovering above Munto Codru. He recognized the ship as one of TSE's own,and decided to check it out,see what as going on. He sensed a small conflict aboard,and decided anything was better than hanging around Rama's Corner forever. He approached slowly,and came to a complete stop about 100 meters from the ship. He hailed them and asked for permission to dock.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

Ogre made mental notes of the description he was given, his eyes seemingly becoming somewhat distant as it looked as if he were temporarily lost in thought. It was true, he had encountered this man that Rane was referring to, himself on one occasion. Ogre agreed that he was an unusual sort, a bit quirky and confident.

Just as he was about to respond, he felt it, a twinge in the Darkside, a presence had just arrived outside the SoSD and it was a presence he was very familiar with, along with another that was also recognized. ‘Most likely coming to shoo me away from their ship.’ He thought to himself, before returning to the task at hand, speaking silently to the one before him.

”I suspect he will not be able to continue to evade you for long. There are no immediate plans for this ship to be attacking the planet to which you travel, but I cannot say that will not ever be the case.”

[Jedah Lynch]

The Raven gently moved to one side of the Kashalla’s Fist as Lynch talked to the commander. How things had changed so fast he thought, from TSE to RSO to TSE again. And now when he had returned Ogre had left. It had almost seemed ironic to him. Intently listening to the commander Lynch took in the few details that were know. It seemed the stranger and Ogre had some sort of business together, what kind of buisness though was left to much speculation.

Lynch contacted the commander and told him he would be docking. Whatever was going on he wanted to investigate, if not out of his own curosity. If nothing else because the situation demanded it to be so. Thrusters igniting the Raven began its docking to the Kashalla’s Fist.

[Darth Rane]

Ceasing to speak through the mental link, Rane cleared his throat, a sound like small stones being upchucked harshly. If any of the crew were unnerved by the sudden sound, they didn't show it. Good men.

"I'm getting an uneasy feeling. I think it would be best for me to simply be on my way. However, my natural curiosity compels me to talk to you further, if you'll have me."

He turned back, glancing at his ship with a cautionary feeling.

"Would you mind if we continued this elsewhere?"

[Ket VanDerveld]

Ket was granted permission to dock,and did so. His X-Wing landed with a bump,and the hatch opened upward. He got out of his ship and made his way down,looking around the docking bay. Sure enough,he saw his former master's ship,The Dauntless . He could sense another with his master,a dark jedi by the name of Rane. He knew his biosigniture from when he had seen him at Vjun. He could sense that they were about to leave. Rather than miss them both,he stayed where he was and waited for them to make their way to their ships,all docked at the same docking bay,no less.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

OOC: Ket, just so ya know, the Dauntless is in a completely different landing bay than Rane’s ship. Ogre had to travel from the other bay to the one he is in now.

His lips remained resolute in their closure, still not uttering a word he spoke to Rane again through telepathy. He felt that Rane sensed the arrival of Ogre’s former comrades and that it was a possible reason for his sudden desire to depart and continue this conversation further. Even the Sith Master felt that their arrival and finding him on this vessel may not turn out good, but he was never one to run away from any confrontation. He would not run away from this one either.

”There is more you wish to discuss with me?”

[Jedah Lynch]

As soon as he exited his craft Lynch was saluted by several troops including the second in command of the massive war ship. Briefing talking with the man he found out he could not provide much more information than Lynch had already received. He could sense the presence of others aboard the craft and he moved quickly from the troops around him. The second in command went to stop him to ask where he was going then realized how foolish it would be and simply gave a perplexed look before swallowing. Having Sith around always tended to mean trouble.

The Sith Lord did not even bother to ask for directions instead he let his connection to the force lead him towards his destination.

[Dyne Darkforce]

A bluish tinted ship was speeding across the vastness of space. Dyne was on his way back to the TSE base planet from a routine check up on his ship, but had picked up the Destroyer on his scanners. The Lionheart was just given a tune-up a short time back at the shipyards. Dyne was just not able to see into the modifications until recently. He arched his eyebrow and decided to see into what the scanners picked up. The Sith was still nearly 7 to 8 days out from his destination, so he figured it wouldnt be such a hard task to see what was up with this unknown ship.

"Lets see what this is....."

Sometime later he approached the ship with his Lionheart modified space fighter. Dyne realized from his radar scan, that it was a TSE ship for sure. He followed it up with a thought that it could only be Sith Master Ogre. The SoSD was on its course away from TSE as it hadnt got that far yet. He found this a bit odd and decided to ask for docking permission.

"Seems that my former comrade is on the ship. I should pay a visit."

Bringing the Lionheart closer, he waited patiently for the clearance to dock into the massive ships hangar. Dyne had to nearly move his entire head around to catch a whole glimpse of the ship. The Sith Knight awaited there to go in anytime soon. He wasnt here to cause trouble, just to check in on how he was doing. Dyne didnt know if others were there to see Ogre or not, but continued to go along with his plan anyways.

[Darth Rane]

Mentally sighing, Rane spoke once again to Ogre through the Force.

"I can't place my finger on it, but I know there's something else. Something that I might need you for, or the like. I keep trying to figure out what, but it's like looking for it through a haze."

He paused.

"Will these soldiers attack me? If one of the Sith orders them to, will th

[Ket VanDerveld]

OOC: whoops,thanks for the heads up,didnt see that.

Ket stood near the entrance to the docking bay,awaiting Ogre to come back thos his ship. He highly doubted he would leave here without it,but if he did,he would follow suit and follow him. Ket could sense something unusual in the force,and it had perked his interests.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

Ogre shook his head at Rane’s question, his mouth still not opening to utter any words. ”You are free to leave and we can continue this another time. I believe you already know how to find me on most occasions, considering we have met on at least two other occasions.”

With that thought sent, Ogre turned and nodded to the troops as Rane walked up the ramp and into his ship. The sound of repulsorlifts followed shortly after he went on board and his ship departed the way it came, while the six V-38s remained on the deck.

The troops started to file out as the situation appeared to be over, though none of them had a clue what had transpired, since no words were spoken by the Sith Master, and so few were spoken by the other that he had seemingly been communicating with.

Ogre merely stood in the now almost empty landing bay awaiting the presence of those he felt coming this way.

[Ket VanDerveld]

Ket looked to Ogre and speaks to him through the force,never moving,like a statue,set in place

Hello,Ogre...if i may ask,what was Rane doing here?

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne slowly approached into the rather large hangar bay. He was given clearance and landed his ship inside. The Sith noticed that Master Jedah Lynch had also arrived on the SoSD. He nodded and watched as his cockpit opened slowly. Dyne jumped out the ship and landed on his feet, handing the ship over to the men in charge on the hangar. He was greeted by the ship crew as he requested to see Ogre.

"May I speak to Master Ogre, if he is not occupied currently?"

The Knight awaited their decision, as he didnt want to intrude upon something important. He was just there for a simple visit and had time to burn.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

His eyes fell on Ket as he stood in the doorway, while his mind’s commune with the Darkside told him that he was not the one he had first sensed arriving. Answering Kets’ query mentally, Ogre continued to stand unmoving from his place in the landing bay.

”I think he was just checking to make sure he was in no danger from this vessel.”

After responding to Ket, Ogre tapped into the Force and felt the presence he had originally sensed, getting nearer. It was a presence which was very familiar to him, one that he had fought and celebrated alongside on a large number of occasions. It was also one that had not seen him off when he had announced that he was leaving his position at the Empire. ”Was this to be his farewell or would this be an uneasy and possibly violent confrontation?” He thought to himself, his face showing no emotion or change at all, from its unmoving solace and silence.

[Jedah Lynch]

Down the hallway from where Ogre stood three guards turned around as the door slid open behind them. Immediately turning to question who was there and might disturb the ex TSE member their faces reveiled their surprise but quickly did they move out of his way. They knew him.

The ex Judas of TSE himself who in only recent times had reunited with his old teamates and organization had arrived in their midst and they knew the folly of attacking a Sith especially one of his rank, if death did not claim them they would regret being alive with the tortures that would be put upon them if taken alive. Rumors whispered that this particular Dark Lord even had his own labs and genetics experiments, sometimes living experiments. The thought did make them nervious as he passed. The siths cloak flowed behind him as he walked down the hallway his footsteps leaving an echo sound as he made no attempt to stay secret during his movement down the corridor.

The source of the dark power was becoming stronger, closer. It was well known to him, the other he sensed had gone but this one was still there. The one that was on board a TSE ship when he had no business to be there, the one that had been called comrade and a trusted ally in glorious battles past. He hardly cared for the one that had left, it was unimportant but the one still here, the one who was ever so close now was a different story.

Entering into the hanger bay the Sith Lord speaks only one word as he leaps over the stairs and down to the floor below, his wings gliding his descent.

"Ogre"

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

He was already facing the direction from which Lynch appeared, very aware that the Sith Lord would be arriving from that place. He wondered if he was due a tongue lashing for having transgressed on a ship, which he no longer commanded and maybe even one for having let Rane come and go as if he were in charge. But that wasn’t the most prevalent thought in his mind right now.

The thought dominating at this very moment was that of regret, regret that after all his labors to aid in the reuniting of RSO and TSE that he had now decided to leave the Empire and seek his own way, but after a week’s traveling and contemplating he had begun to second guess his decision to do so. His vocal cords had not been used since he uttered his final farewells in the Council room on the day of his departure and he was beginning to wonder if they were even still functional, but the shame he felt for the hasty decision he had made, ran deep and he was not sure that he should let his voice be heard by any ever again.

Instead his actions and deeds would carry his purpose and intents, unless something was to happen to rid him of the shame he felt. He greeted Lynch’s look and word with but a single nod forward of his head, not breaking eye contact with the comrade whom he has spent such a great deal of time as an ally of.

[Dyne Darkforce]

As he was allowed to pass by the ship leaders, Dyne made his way up the stairs of the hangar. The door slid open as he went with his force senses to locate his former comrade. He stepped into the extensive corridor and looked around. The door shut behind him as he began to walk down the hallway. Some droids and crew workers passed by as he walked slowly. His metal heel hit against the cold metallic flooring as he approached the site closer. Closing his eyes, he let the force vibrance seep in to locate where it was coming from. For some reason he didnt even ask no one where Master Ogre would be, rather he kept following the force point.

Some short time later, Dyne approached a hangar doorway. He looked around and activated the door mechanism slowly. As the door slid open, he walked in to notice Master Lynch and Master Ogre. It seemed that they were in a conversation of somesort. The door immediately closed behind him as he made his way down. Not wanting to interrupt something, Dyne quietly went down the steps. He came to the last step and bowed his head gently at the men present. The Knight stood there and looked at them into the eyes, as he came there in pure respect and nothing more nor less.

[Jedah Lynch]

Realizing Dynes force presence before he even came near the Sith Lord did not immediately turn to speak to him. The more the Sith looked at the once proud comrade the more Lynch thought something was amissed. He noted that Ogre had failed to speak of course, however there seemed to be something else. It could have been that this was a simply matter of getting the silent treatment however it donned on Lynch this was not merely the case either.

This seemed to be something more, something that he realized was fairly close to what he had been through once so long ago, he kept the eye contact as he spoke to the Sith Master that could split any object in two with one might swing of the battle axe.

"Have you found what you are looking for yet? The path that you are not sure is yours? How long is it that you will keep yourself locked in these metal constructs to sail the open vastness of space until you decide enough? Are you looking for that one stark revelation that will say yes this is the way? Would you indeed travel to and fro for years on end a mute before you come to an conclusion? Will the mighty Ogre become nothing more than a traveling vagabond? Is that his destiny?"

Stopping for a moment to let the words sink in the Sith again speaks with the same tone, letting his voice raise each time at the end of a question.

"What will you do before you know who you are? Do you know? Who are you? What is your purpose? Whom do you trust? What will you do? Are you warrior? Are you the damned? Do you think that one incident is enough to destroy who you are? What is the soultion to the problem? Have the travels taught you anything? You going everywhere and nowhere at the same time? What happened to the dark force user whos approach could make the sturdiest of Jedi water the ground with thier own quivering bowels?"

A pause...

"What are you searching for?"

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

Ogre stood stoic, listening to each of Lynch’s words, but not reacting in any way. It was as if he was in another place, even though his eyes were focused and clear, as they gazed on the winged Sith before him.

No matter the question they all seemed to ring of the same subject, hold the same underlying theme; What was it Ogre sought for his future? It was a question that the mighty and fearsome green Sith never really knew the answer to, even when he was young. He usually just took thing in strides, seeing his future only as what would happen in the next few moments.

The future was an elusive animal, one that could never really be tracked, one that could not ever be completely seen in the distance, just before it vanished into the obscurity of the camouflage of its surroundings. Ogre did not know his future, nor did he even attempt to, he based his actions on the here and now. That would never change. He was resolute in how he went about things. Sure there were times when he would make strides to accomplish specific goals, but as he saw things right now, his goals had been accomplished and perhaps his time had passed.

Was he better off on his own? Or was he better off returning to the place that had been his home for the last few years? A place where he had accomplished his goal of taking the fight to the enemies of the Sith. A fight that seemed never ending, but with all the victories he could claim at least a part in, he felt almost as if it had been enough for one to achieve. But was it really? Was there more for him to do still?

With nothing more than a blank look, Ogre peered at Lynch with a questioning expression, one thought clearly projected into the Sith’s mind by Ogre; ”What does it matter.”

[Jedah Lynch]

The expression upon the Sith Masters face spoke volumes, all Lynch could for several minutes was look back, a disgruntled look etched upon his own face, it had not mattered that his fellow Sith had remained quiet. Oh no. That wasnt the problem, Lynch had once been on a planet for a month where language was not done with speech but instead by body language and hand gestures.

The problem was the look upon the Sith Masters face, was it one of stubborness or outright refusal. Could anything Lynch possiblely say even convince Ogre to return. For a moment the Sith angry clenched his fist wanting to strike his green ally for simply being so stubborn at the moment. It might actually knock some sense into him. However the thought passed quickly knowing Ogres strength if not the battle axe he weilded....yes definitely a mistake it would be to even try to literally knock some sense into the fellow Sith Master.

"If it is one of these tin cans you wish to spend your life in then so be it, however if you wish to at least have some measure of a purpose in this life doing what you do best with those that would fight beside you then you know where to go. Good luck"

With one last look the Sith Master turned around his cape waving behind him as he leapt up to the stair case and left from the door he had entered. His presence in the force becoming further removed as he walked away from his one time comrade.

[Darth Ogre]

A nearby TIE, lifted off the deck and sent Ogre’s dark cloak fluttering about as the repulsorlifts fired. Ogre still stood motionless, it had been a few minutes since Lynch had left and still his expression remained unchanged, his mouth unmoving, a lone solitary figure, back to being how it had been for the seven days, before he arrived here.

The whine of the TIE’s engines faded and Ogre’s cloak settled, an awkward silence falling on the area. The silence went unbroken as Ogre moved a leg slowly and began to make his way back to the other bay, which contained his spacecraft.

His thoughts raced on, showing him visions of past glories. There had been many battles he had participated in alongside and even alone, with and on behalf of the Sith Empire. The place where he first came to learn of the Sith and had grown enough in his ability, wisdom, strength, and oneness with the dark, to be one of its Masters. A true manipulator of the powers at his disposal, for the hatred and anger he held in his heart, soul, and mind, for what had been done to his people when he was young, as well as just for the fact that it was a thrill to be able to do as one chose, no remorse, no regrets, and no laws.

After he had arrived at his ship, and piloted it out of the landing bay, of the SoSD Kashalla’s Fist, instead of steering away from the small orb that was Munto Codru off in the distance, he turned towards it, intent to <a href=http://pub4.ezboard.com/fsithempire76244frm9.showMessage?topicID=658.topic>return</a> to the place where he had become what he was. He owed them the honor of having the one they had produced, serve them, as he should.