The End or The Start of something new?

[Nayala Palain]

The Sith Knight of The Sith Empire was sitting in her command chair aboard the ship she was stationed on while in command of the Death Fleet army. The information of her Admirals death was interesting to her. But then the converstaion with the Line Capt. Surak was more interesting.

He had meet her in her quarters... He had asked her about her stay with DF and if she was going to stay. Athena read no truth in the Mans eyes and thought about her situation. She looked at him and after many different comments one another had made. She felt she didnt trust this man.

She had finally said she would only stay with TSE and leave the Death Fleet... Although he said he was sorry to hear about it she didnt belive him. He was up to something and he was no about to talk.

[Khan Surak]

:: As Khan continued down the length of the Crimson Storm , his mind was manipulating the plans he had already made to fit the new scenario. His jaw was clenched as the essence of his formula was created in his mind. Various officers saluted him as he passed, he nodded mechanically and continued. The corridor seemed to stretch as far as they eye could see, down the starboard side of the SSD. Lights overhead glistened off black boots as they continued toward a lift. Khan walked in, nodding to an enlisted pilot slouching against the back wall in his flight suit, the headgear underneath one arm. Upon his arrival, the pilot snapped rigid and saluted in an insanely sharp manner, almost dropping the helmet. Khan stood on the other side of the lift after entering his chamber's access codes and stared at the doors of the lift as number on a bar above the doors klicked off rapidly. The pilot scurried off at his quarter's floor several akwardly silent minutes later and the doors closed again. The flesh around Khan's dark eyes tightened as they did when he was deep in thought and his hands were crossed on his chest. The doors opened quickly and he stepped out, immeditaley resuming his long strides. This hallway was against the edge of the ship, with windows every 15 yards or so. Light from Dayark shined in, and the lush green planet could be seen with 2 of it's 5 oceans and 1 of it's 6 continents visible. Dark hunks of scrap floated in space as shuttles and zero-g work crews worked among them; the remnants of Hell's Guardian .There was almost no one in the corridor, and Khan slowed down, nearing his destination. By the time he entered his chambers and the doors closed behind him, the destiny of Death Fleet had been decided ::