Crusade: ShadowFire

[Darth Lynch]

Darkened shadows danced around him as small candles gave off sweet aromas, the dark Master sat legs crossed with both arms crossed over his bare chest. Eyes shut a trickle of sweat rolled down his brow, the corner of his mouth twitched as his eyelids flickered. The meditation trance had gone into its second day now drowning the Sith in a sea of inner rage that boiled at his soul.

"Servant of the Sith...."

"You are warrior and priest.."

"You are Messiah and Master.."

"You are Guardian and Avenger"

"You are my creation, the harbinger of chaos"


Eyes snapping wide open with an dark inner green glow the Sith opened his mouth to scream, a transparent green mist poured forth from his lips into the area leaving the dark warrior gagging hunched over. Above the Sith the outline of a man formed revealing the specter for who it was, the Sith gazed up at the shape with a deep sense of hatred and loathing. The specter responded with only a mock smile.

Listen to me well for the fate of what you have worked for is at stake and if you shall fall than so does all that you strived for end in ruin. You my time spanning prodigy have a great mission to carry out in the name of the Sith. Behold"

Gesturing with a hand to his side a shimmering form not so unlike the Sith Lords specter body shifted and strained to build the imagery of a diseased and corrupted abode of heretics. The Sith Master recognizing it for what it was let out a snarl at the vile place, why did the dead Sith Lord bother to show him this damned place. The specter noting Lynchs obvious contempt at the sight imploded the image with a wave of his hand than focused upon his servant.

There you must travel to do battle with your dark brethren who have not yet understand the potential and scope of the dark side. Currently there are few there however you trip may be perilous and this you will have to do on your own. You will lay siege to this place and bring it back into the path of true darkness. You will liberate it, dark savior of the Sith."

Vanishing as its ghostly form dissolved back into nothingness it left the Sith kneeling on one knee in silent contemplation. Dark obsidian bat like wings attached to his shoulder blades expanded as he stood than wrapped around his upper torso. There was much to do he knew.

Exiting from the meditation room the thoughts were of this place that composed his "home" and that of many other dark siders. Men and women of many different species and races all trained and battled to become knowledgeable in the ways of the Sith arts. Not many advanced or lasted beyond the scope of a few months worth of training, too many were not destined for the true path of darkness, they could not fathom its limitless potential and power. To make proper usage and maintain that power for the advancement of the Sith lead to many hard lessons for one rising in the dark side. As brilliant or initiative as one could be none achieved anything of worth until they saw death in the eye of an opposing foe after tapping into the dark side, to give into its divine guidance and divine path of the Sith.

They had come to far to loose it all now.

High above one room with portals to behold the training matches of newer Sith he witnessed two sith doing battle with each other, lightsabers twirling and shrieking as their blades collided with each other time and time again. They were lost in the thrall of battle and blood lust, both were apprentices for a Sith higher in rank, finally feigning a side thrust one brought up saber to sever the lightsaber hand of his fellow apprentice. The loser never got a chance to know the burning agony that flowed up his arm as the victorious Sith spun around lightsaber humming to cut through the now single handed Siths waist. Both halves of the Sith apprentice fell to the floor with a thud announcing the victory. A shadow form launched out of the dark behind the still standing Sith impaling the man with a second blade. Choking on blood the man collapsed onto the floor beside the previous loser of tonight's training session. In one swift instant the winner had became the loser, to he who was smarter victory belonged too.

Wiping his blade on the clothing on his dispatched foe he had impaled the young man gazed up sensing someone near. Too late to see the Sith Master having witness the deed and give a silent nod of approval. Shrugging it off the young man grinned in satisfaction knowing now that two of his Masters higher ranked apprentices had been killed he would have greater chance for succession.

The life of a Sith was brutal, one had to continue on relentless achieving greater victories and greater deeds while avoiding detection, capture, death or assassination. Palpatine had managed to rise to power orchestrating and arranging a series of events that brought him into power. Working in secrecy he had exterminated many foes who could thwart his plans, the Jedi purges themselves had become the stuff of legends.

It had been four hours since the visit of the specter Dark Lord of the Sith. Running a finger over the metallic blade he inspected the blade and than slashed it into the air, lining his sight with that of the blade itself he slashed it once more in an arc. Sheathing it into its scabbard on his belt he checked to make sure of the preparation. Lightsaber on his belt, two scimitars resting in their beautifully crafted casings, knives clung to his body in small areas in his boots, on his gauntlets. A high impact plasma blaster and several small explosives lay in their pouches.

Pulling his hood over his head he walked out of his room leaving behind the holocon as he always did in case his missions ended in disaster. One always had to plan for the future even if one did no longer exist. Let the damn ones meet him in battle and to all things death.

[Darth Lynch]

Spira.

A largely human population of 500,000 tropical pleasure planet based near the inner core. Wealthy core world citizens tend to flock to the world to take in the worlds natural beauty, its surface is mostly one large sparkling sea dotted with islands. A planet with few natural predators, great beaches and spectacular cliffs wow those that visit the planet. Here they are care free and happy to enjoy the days as they wish. The most they have to worry about is choking on a peanut.

I arrived one one of the numerous passenger liners amidst the common rabble as they partied long before their eyes ever settled on the planets surface. Rich men with their floozy wives or mistresses drinking from their cups of shimmering wine. They celebrated and danced about knowing nothing could touch them. No one single low born could harm them as they sat on their seats of power among corporations and family organizations well versed in the seedy underworld. Some of them I had known from reputation. A few knew from personal business dealings although they had never seen me.

It was a story as old as time. The rich enjoy the fruits of life from those that toil beneath them as the average man who work for them have only a hard life trying to ensure his family lives to the next generation with hope they will exist in a better world, one of liberty and freedom. That is the dream. So many live the nightmare.

Orbiting the planets surface hidden from view lay a threat, an secret infestation moving from planet to planet recruiting the easily manipulated and foolish. People with the potential to live the divine path falling to a lesser fate, one that was sacrilegious to the true way. A reality that was ordained to be undone by the justified and righteous with blades of dark light that would cut through the unholy in an cleansing to lead those lesser or misguided beings to a better way. The way of the Sith.

It had been mid evening as he sat upon one of the cliffs staring towards the sky watching, knowing they were there. Invisible to the naked eye and all forms of scanners there lay hidden far above a facility of force users learning, teaching each other the dark arts. But not the true path. The profane Dark Jedi in their secrecy thought they were safe. How wrong they were and to all things a lesson would be taught to show them. The Siths network of spies and informers had got wind of the latest supply pick up for the cloaked base upon which the Dark Jedi trained.

Shadow Academy...home of Dark jedi, new learners to the darkness and those that taught them. They thought themselves safe much like the powerful and corrupt who thought themselves higher than the people who worked below them. None of them had learned their place. None of them had been taught the truth of reality. It was the Sith duty to punish and deliver these fools from their ignorance.

For the past three days two Dark Jedi would fly past the cliff on their back to way to the Academy after indulging in pleasures of the flesh. It was a sin bound to catch up with them. The engines of their open top speeder echoed in the distance alerting the Sith to their arrival. Watching their craft from on high as it flew below he leapt forth against the winds wings spewing forth from his back.

A thump behind them and the sudden sensation of a powerful force presence startled the two lovers. Turning around in bewilderment they gazed upon a black cloaked form hunched over to arise towering over both of them, the Siths eyes glowed green with dark intensity as he struck silently. A open palm struck the man in the nose breaking cartridge and shoving pieces of bone up into his brain killing him instantly, with one push the mans body tumbled down into the seas deep to be claimed by the oceans scavengers.

The female reached for her lightsaber locked with a case but stopped as she heard the hiss from the Siths throat and gazed upon the pair of fangs that rushed for her throat. She felt a tight embrace followed by a stinging sensation in her flesh, her lips moved to cry out with an inaudible gurgle forming where her words would be. A low whimper was her last breath as oblivion claimed her soul. The sea soon claimed her corpse.

Pulling his hood over his face he let the auto pilot take control for the rest of the flight as he listened to the words of the dead Sith Lord repeat in his mind. His private curse and salvation bound by a single thread of fate woven by hands eons ago by the renowned Sith Lord known as Naga Sadow. The specter had visited him many times now giving words of damnation as well as praise, giving glimpses of the future and possible outcomes. Such was the Sith Masters reward for his dedication.

Arriving to a stop the Sith exited the speeder while he looked around the docking bay, rushing behind several crates he peaked around the corner before sneaking forward further. From the corner of his eye he saw movement, a blur that vanished before he could identify who it belonged too. While the person had moved from sight there still flowed an presence, a dark one. One familiar to the Sith yet altered from which he knew, it was impossible for it to be a mistake. Cursing silently he ran to the bays entrance as a transport ship was leaving and tossed a small magnetic smooth surface sphere to the crafts body.

Returning to where he had spotted the shadowy figure he could no longer sense the presence near, deciding to investigate the next room he climbed up a ladder to the upper half of the docking bay where the catwalks lay suspended. Ducking low he moved forward on the cat walk into the next room where several dark force signatures radiated forth. Their voices flowed upwards as he strained to listen and hide his own force signature from being detected.

They were all lower ranked Dark Jedi, new to the learning's of the force. None were much of a challenge or threat even if he was detected. Still these would not be left unguided or free to take care of shipping supplies to the Academy. There was a force user more capable than these lurking somewhere near by. For a moment he thought he detected the shadow figure once more before it was gone, trying to pinpoint the fluctuating force the Sith had not noticed the Dark Jedi had been silent for the last minute.

Looking down back at them he saw them spin around blasters drawn aimed to his position on the cat walk. Blaster fire lighted the bay as laser fire screamed. Drawing his own blaster and saber he let off several shots taking one Dark Jedi directly in the shoulder. Running down the catawalk evading fire he managed to kill one of the apprentices, disable another and wound a third. A high roaring sound from a machine caught his attention as he turned to see a crane smash in front of him severing the cat walk causing it to fall downward. Attempting to run backwards he was met by blaster fire, taking two shots - one to the arm and another just above the knee. A small sphere hurled near in front of him exploded sending the catwalk to completely crash down below.

Pain flowed through the Siths body as he attempted to move but lay pinned to the bays floor by the pieces of the catwalk. Gritting his teeth as he reached out to grab his lightsaber his fingers were only inches from it before a boot stomped down on it. Staring up with blurred vision the Sith cursed as he saw the Master of the Academy was here, had been there hidden. It had been he who contacted his new learners informing them of the intrusion with the force and directed their fire at the Sith Masters location.

Chuckling, the Academy's Master retrieved his own side arm and pointed it towards the Sith. As in every crusade the Sith knew, one had to expect causalities.

[Unknown]

It had only been a few hours since a cloaked ship had carefully landed inside the hanger bay. The only evidence that the ship had landed was the soft thud of it's landing struts hitting the metal floor and the cloaked figure that exited down the ramp of the still cloaked ship. Though noone had viewed the figure walking down the ramp it would have looked rather odd. A figure appearing out of thin air, and then walking down to the ground on an invisible ramp.

Suddenly the figures head shot towards the entrance of the hanger and an approaching land speeder. There was a familiar force riding that speeder, one from the figures past. As the rider of the speeder jumped out and rushed behind a stack of crates, the cloaked figure turned and ran into the passageways leading away from the hanger bay. He wished not to be discovered at that time. Not until he knew why he was there.

Moving from shadow to shadow, the figure tried to keep his presence as hidden as possible from the figure now following him or the Dark Jedi that where in the area. He continued the game of hiding in the shadows until he heard a sudden burst of blaster fire followed by a horrendous crash.

Reaching out through the dark side, he could feel that the other Sith was in trouble. Moving quickly the cloaked figure slashed through the hallways like nothing more than a blur until he arrived in an a doorway opposite to the pile of debris and the several Dark Jedi. He could see that one was pointing a blaster at someone. Silently the cloaked figure slipped his saber from his belt. Approaching closer he waited until the last minute before igniting the saber with a recognizable snap-hiss.

Striking with speed and precision the figure quickly disabled younger Dark Jedi. By the time he turned his attention to the elder Dark Jedi, he had his saber out and ready to defend himself. After a short fight the Dark Jedi found himself run through by the blade of a lightsaber. Not watching the body crumple to the floor the figure turned and walked back towards his fallen comrade. Pulling the debris from the buried Sith Master, the figure picked him up over his shoulder and carried him to a room off to the side.

Upon entering the figure dropped the Sith Master and locked the door electronically. Turning around he removed the hood from his head and revealed his identity clearly.

"Hello old friend."

[Phantom]

- Spira -

:: Quickly sitting up in bed, He finds himself covered in sweat and without of breath. Running his fingers through his hair he has a look of disbelief on his face ::

"Whats Wrong?"

:: Next to him in bed lies a half naked woman. She runs her fingers along his back with a concerned look on her face ::

"Nightmare?"

:: He gives a slight smirk ::

I give Nightmares, my dear. I do not receive them.

"So I see."

:: She says looking at the blood stained cloak draped over a chair in the corner of the room. The sun slowly began to creep into their room. She climbs out of bed and gets dressed ::

"Crap I'm late for work. Will I see you tonight?"

Indeed...

:: She kisses him and runs off to work. Phantom thinks back to his dream. He shudders at the thought, The Sith Empire falling and the Sith being driven back into the shadows, he shakes his head ::

Never, I won't let it happen

:: As Phantom gets up he notices his comm blinking, he opens it up and presses "Play." The image was blurry and distorted then the voice of Jedah Lynch breaks through ::

"Spira......Dark Jedi.......shad.....Station"

:: The message stops. He grabs the comm and replays the message trying to make more sense of it, but can not. He opens up a new signal and sends it to The Sith Empire's HQ ::

I need to speak to all the council members right away

:: Moments later ::

"Yes Phantom? What is so urgent?"

:: He plays the message from Jedah to the council ::

I received that this morning

[Vega Van-Derveld]

A thin line of red. Spaced out unevenly, trickling downwards. Over and over it fell from above, a slick strand of crimson, forming into a well-textured puddle. Sometimes it would thicken and great globules of fleshy pink would accompany it's fall. Drip after drip - if one had listened long enough, it would have been enough to drive even the most composed mind to insanity.

But not Vega's.

Staring up into the pale eyes, now cloud-milky, protruding just beyond the confines of the sockets, no longer held their youthful luster. One of the woman's perfect cheekbones had been crushed, flattened by a heavy blow; a network of purple capillaries radiated from the impact of some severe blunt trauma, rendering the area around that half of her face a sickly black-and-yellow collage. The once enticing hint of her tongue now bulged grotesque, a grey protruding tendril like the foot of a rotting clam. From that perfect, slender neck dangled tendons and frayed arteries, tracing light paths of murk in the churned up mud. The tree from which the corpse hung swayed in the breeze, lifting the lank blood-stained hair of the woman into the air.

Vega grinned and rose one hand to gentle caress the mangled visage, his finger tips running a slow path over the vicerated flesh of the forehead. He stepped in closer and took a sniff - the body was very fresh, and the blood which oozed from the knife wounds was still rich. How the Coven would have enjoyed to toy with Vega's plaything.

A flickering green light caught his attention. The LED on his comm. blinked on and off. He lifted the device and pushed the button on the side to play the message it held, a concerned look sweeping over the sadist smile that had previous curved his lips.

"I'll be back to play later," he said, twisting a dagger into the ribcage of the young 'woman', "Don't you go anywhere."

With that, he departed from the grotesque scene for the Council room, the drip still ringing in his ears.

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Sith Master Dara Shadowtide Rayial was returning from a training session with one of her apprentices when she received the signal of an incoming encrypted transmission on the council channel from Sith Lord Darth Phantom. Changing her path to the secluded corridor to the council chambers, she provided the required security measures and stepped inside, depressing the button for the message to play. A blurred image of Sith Master Jedah Lynch appeared briefly and all she heard in the garbled audio playback was "Spira......Dark Jedi.......shad.....Station" before the message broke off completely. Phantom reported that this was the message in its entirety ::

"Thank you Darth Phantom. I will alert the rest of the Council immediately. Your continued loyalty and service to the Empire is to be commended as always. I will be in contact soon."

:: Dara ended the communication with Phantom and then folded her hands behind her back, pacing slowly as the information took hold. What was Jedah doing alone and why didn't he tell the council of his whereabouts? Not exactly unusual of this long time lone Sith. This was going to make it more difficult to locate him, yet not impossible. She walked over to the nav computer and entered Spira into the search field for a complete diagnostics and data analysis report. The computer quickly located the planet and provided her with necessary information on its inhabitants and governing body. Downloading this information to her own holopad, she then makes a quick transmission to all members of the Sith Empire ::

~Begin transmission, Priority Urgent~

Fellow members of the Empire, a situation has arisen and we will need all available members of the Sith Empire to assemble in their personal vessels and rendezvous just outside of Munto Codru. We received a transmission from Sith Master Jedah Lynch and at this time it is necessary for us to make our way to his location in the event of an unknown danger to him. Details will be disclosed along the way as they become available. Glory to the Empire. Dara out.

~End transmission~

:: She heads out immediately for her ship, the Resilience, opening a channel on her comlink along the way to her onboard droid crew to ready the vessel for immediate departure ::

[Daegal Murdoch]

Loyalty. The one quality that remained important to Daegal. Through everything that had plagued his life, this one virtue had kept hope alive for him. Sitting, with legs crossed, the Sith Warrior thought back to his past.

Memories from long ago flooded through his mind. Dark memories. The memories that fueled his spirit, his very essence to be consumed by the Dark Side. Feeling the rage beginning to build within him, a sadistic smile crossed the face of the Warrior.

His intense training was interrupted, however, by a loud beep. Standing near immediately, Daegal pushed a button on a communicator on the wall. Hearing the message of his Master, Dara Shadowtide-Rayial informing him that he needed to come into orbit around Munto Codru, Daegal reached to the ground and put his shirt back on.

Exiting the oval-shaped chamber, he made his way to the hangar and then to his ship. The Ballinamore, as he had dubbed it, was waiting just where it was supposed to be. Boarding it, he guided it out of the hangar and into orbit around Munto Codru.

Once in orbit, he sent a small message to his Master informing her that he was in orbit and awaiting other orders.

[Lord DarkStar]

DarkStar felt a tingle in the Force, he looked up before the message even began to play. He knew something big was happening, but he didn't know what. He listened to the message and then just sat there for a moment, in silence and darkness. His homes for the past five ceturies. He smiled slowly, this would be intresting, things were finally moving as they should and the ancient Sith Lord was pleased. Slowly he stood, he had been sat for too long gathering dust, the time for action was now.

His bones felt old and he felt tired. Glancing in the mirror DarkStar realise that he had sat silently for longer than he had anticipated, his once black hair was streaked with gray, lines crossed his once youthful face. He hadn't fed in a long time. It was time to begin. A smile pushed the lines up his face, breaking into a grin the Sith threw back his head and roared with laughter. He summoned a Stormtrooper to his chamber, the door beeped almost immediately as the guard outside requested entrance. With a gesture DarkStar opened the door. The guard entered, this was something that amused DarkStar, he was the head of the Death Guard, and capable of killing almost any opponent yet his leuitenants insisted on him having guards.

"Bring me three prisoners,"

DarkStar said in a dismissive tone. The guard saluted, fist to chest and left. He was gone some five minutes before he returned. This time how ever he was not alone. Three chained men were being dragged along by the same number of Stormtroopers. DarkStar waved the guards aside and grabbed the first of the men by the throat. With an evil grin he absorbed the medichlorines from the man and then tossed the dead husk aside. Fear was evident in the eyes of the other two men. DarkStar's grin widened as he latched onto the second of the men, he had to kick the mans legs out from under him first though before grabbing his throat. This was a big man, bigger than DarkStar, almost six foot eleven, and all muscle. With frantic hands he tried to rench the Sith Lord's hands away from his throat. But for all his size and muscle he was like a rag doll to the Sith. After but a few moments he went limp in DarkStar's grip and the Sith let him drop to the floor with a clatter.

The gray was gone from the Sith Lord's hair now, as were the lines on his face. He looked no more than twenty one now, instead of the archaic six hundred years he boasted. He watched the final man for a few moments, studying his fear, so great was it that he was unable to even move. DarkStar laughed.

"Don't worry, i'm not going to hurt you at all,"

The man visibly relaxed. DarkStar smiled in a friendly manner then moved with frightning speed, grabing his throat and draining him dry before he could even react. DarkStar looked down at the husk as he dropped it to the floor.

"See, that didn't hurt at all,"

DarkStar laughed and left his quarters. He walked at a brisk pace up to the operation centre of his base on Terran. There was the sound of fists hitting chests as he entered. He looked round.

"Have any of my vessels finished their refit yet?"

He asked the crowd of fearful operations staff. DarkStar smiled inwardly that he still inspired Vaderian like terror in them. One staff officer, braver or more foolish than the rest stepped forward and saluted.

"No my lord, none are refited yet. The ISD Dreamchaser will be finished in aproximately twenty minutes however, my lord."

DarkStar nodded slowly.

"Scramble me a crew and inform Admiral Sandrax that I require his most compitent Captain, other than himself, he is still on shore leave remind him. I want to leave the moment the ship is ready. Destination Munto Codru."

DarkStar left the ops room and headed back to his chambers. Making sure his armour was fitted correctly he clipped his two lightsabres to his belt and drapped his cloak around his shoulders, clipping it down. He looked at the mirror for a moment. He could almost see Lord War stood behind him, his grim face set in an expression of pride as his apprentice attained the rank of knight, how long ago that was. DarkStar shook the image off and took a shuttle to the almost refitted Dreamchaser. Once onboard he sent a coded message to Dara, for her eyes only. Informing her of his ETA and a frequency she could relay further orders to him on. With the message away DarkStar surrendered the captain's chair the ship's captain.

"Take us out,"

The captain nodded and shortly the Star Destroyer was headed for Munto Codru. The Sith Lord eager to enter the fray once more.

[Severen Morkonis]

Blaster fire sprang from every corner of town, the light zoom-ping noise fluttered and flickered from place to place about the town, large explosions sounded bashes and clashes echoed in the streets, screams of terror touched my ears, and gave me warm smile, a rare smile however but.... A satisfied one. I walked away, the house exploded behind me the fire engulfing each room one by one, a small family lived there.or did.or still did...depending if or not they were dead of course.

My black top was stained with blood, its tasteless crimson formation dripped down the right sleeve, my hand covered in the caked red liquid, the boys blood was rather warm and alive its pleasures rather well...nice.... A happy feeling to end a mans life, ahhh the joys of beaing a Sith to kill with pleasure and have little or no feeling at all has to be the best sort after pleasure around.

I took advantage of a small feud...east meets west should we say? two parts of the town wanted a war...so they got one...one opened fire on the other...and it just went from there i guess....how could anyone let such a opportunity pass without causing a little havoc in the process...so i did...a Virgin family...they did not even participate in the war...yet..I killed them.... Even the 12 year old boy.... Who i quickly dismissed by throwing him out the window from the 3rd floor.... I ended his life quickly he should be thankful...

As i returned to the TIE Defender: The Ravens claw however...there was a message for me to read...so.well...i did...

[Tempist Opps]

The scent of iron filled the air. Iron and brimstone. Two very familiar scents for this room, a personal forge. Tempist's personal forge. It had once been his quaters, but now it was nothing, emptied of all contents. There weren't many personal items in there before anyway; a few special weapons, a wooden carving, and many fine etching tools. They had found themselves all put into a large sack, which was slung over the shapeshifter's sholder. The other things from the room were already either sold or loaded into a freighter. Ahh, the freighter, that was fun. Tempist had payed a visit to a nearby planet not too long ago and "borrowed" a private frighter from a smuggler. Wasn't doing him much good anyway, one of the few wild raincors introduced himself to the man and they went off to have dinner. It was his turn to disapear for a bit, now that he had a mode of transportation. Tempist blew out a candle he had lit, one of three. He didn't use power like the rest of the empire, fire fit his needs well. He turned to leave, and noticed one small, nearly un-noticable item left on the floor... somthing deep from within him that he had once made. So much signifigance behind it... he quickly snatched it up, and blew out the last candle.

Darkness filled the room. The Warrior made his way down the hall, and outside. He stoped to look at some of the places he had visited more often than not; the council room.... medbay.... Demon's quaters.... after he said his goodbyes, he finaly went outside. He wandered through the forest he knew so well, he had come to know every rock, every tree, every shallow indentation in the earth in that forest there was. No more. He continued to the feild he had trained at, the quiet place. It was here that he had his ship, which he had christened "Morphling".

He entered the craft, which now looked alot like his old quaters. After a few moments, it rose into the air, and ascended into the sky. One monitor showed the planet as he moved away from it, and more memories brewed within him. One day perhaps he would return.... "Hey Temp, keep your eyes on the controlls, I don't feel like going splat any time soon" a voice called behind him. Ravana. His sister. Tempist had brought her with him, not wishing to leave anything behind, espicaly not his family. She was all that was left of that.... she would come along.

[Chaos Alexander]

::Hatred. Pain. Anger. All elements of the Sith. Chaos drumed the robotic fingers of his right arm on the table. He sat in the dark in what could be called his quaters. All his personal items had be moved to The Old Devils Inn. Chaos's best friend, Sieken, had allowed Chaos to make a home in the place. His quaters in TSE were just that. A room. He grabed his Sith Dagger and started to leave the room. He had just been made a Knight, yet he didn't feel it. He needed a drink. A few drinks in fact. He tucked his dagger in his boot and started for the door. The comlink in the wall beeped as he opened his door. Stoping, he listened to message. A grim smile came across the Sith Knight's face.

-Later-

Chaos' V-Wing exited hyperspace near Munto Codru. He looked at his charts. the others should get here in moment now. He sent a message to Dara as soon as he got himself ready.::

I await your orders Dara. Chaos Alexander is ready for what ever you wish.

[Rama]

:: The Star Phoenix cut thru hyperspace. On Board Rama sat in the pilots seat, checking out the weapon systems. He didn't know what he was getting into, just that it might get messy. ::

[Dark Lady Zena]

Zena was already accelerating into the blue-white depths of hyperspace in her Neimoidian freighter, 'The Intrepid', after receiving the transmission from Sith Master Shadowtide. The ship boasted a state-of-the-art stygium crystal cloaking device. Not until an unwary enemy had come into firing range, would the Scout vessel become visable. Thrust trace dampers were capable of counfounding warning grids.

The horseshoe shaped commercial vessel was designed for heavy cargo. As a Mercenary, she accumulated a vast array of goods. The modified freighter was well equipped to deal with heavy fire, with its heavy durasteel armor plating, blaster turrets, and military strength communications arrays.

After exiting hyperspace, the ship orbited just outside Munto Codru. The bridge was silent, save for muted beeps and chimes of various life-support monitors, and the almost inaudible susurrus of the air filteration system. She keyed the comlink.

~This is The Intrepid, Im in position awaiting orders, Sith Master Shadowtide....Zena out~

This was a personal mission for Zena, as she vowed her undying honor for her Master, Jedah Lynch, and was prepared to face whatever enemy stood in her way of the success of his liberation. She sat back in her command seat and waited, clenching her fists in anticipation of the battle.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

A short time after exiting the scene of his butchery, Vega made his way to the HQ hangar bay. The Waytall fleet was in orbit of the base, but it would be useless taking such large ships as ISD's if they were expecting to be doing some low ground combat instead of fleet engagements. So, instead he headed to where the smaller ships were held.

The Praetor Fenix was prepped and ready to go, as always. Vega clambered into the cockpit of the TIE Phantom. He pulled on a helmet and zipped up the front of his jacket.

"Command, this is Vega. Open gate 4 in preperation for the depature of the Fenix."

The back engines of the craft flared a bright cyan as Vega flicked the power on, lifting the ship up with a loud whoosing displacement of air. The TIE swung around and whailed as he shot off out of the barely open exit. Angling upwards, Vega grinned as the other members ships appeared as blips on his scanner.

He depressed the button infront of him to open up a free communication channel so that any tranmissions between the members would reach him.

[Rama]

:: the Phoenix was ready to jump back into normal space, he had come back to Monto Curdo from his new maniso on Gothica. The trip had been long, but he had to come back. This was a fellow member of TSE, and not only that one of Rama's greatest enemies and greatiest friend. ::


" Ok Issai......makeing the jump back into normal space. "

:: Rama pressed the hyperdrive controls forward, exiting into normal space. ::

COLLISON ALERT!!!! COLLISON ALERT!!!!!


:: Rama jerk his head up to look out the view port. Directly ahead was the bridge of a Neimoidian freighter. ::


"WHOA!!!!!! "


:: Rama turned the stick hard to port and zipped past the freighter's bridge. The Phoenix pulls out ahead of the freighter ::


Well that was close.........

[Jared Mriad]

Space, a never ending paradox.. how amusing. Jared spoke to himself, he sat in the captains seat of his personal starcraft The Ragnark. A neruo-helmet rested in his left hand, inches from the deck. he gazed out one of the port windows out into the darkness that went on.

His attention broke from the port window as a low blip sound in a triple succession. He gaze lowered to the control board infront of him, homing to a small blinking light. He dropped the helm and read the message from Lordess Dara. Jared smirked lightly, closed the message, and reached for the neruo helm. The helmet weight about a pound, resembled a old type Helicopter pilots helm. Black on black, an extention covered the eyes and displayed imformation in a 3-D pattern.

Jared slid the helmet over his head and rested the extention over his eyes, the cut in the black device resting milimeters from the bridge of his nose. The helmet activated istantly, displaying coordinates in ratio to known checkpoints. Set course. Destination Munto Codru he told the on board computer through the neuro helmet. The computer instantly charted the course in both Hyperdrive and in Cruse speed. Engage Hyperdrives? The computer wrote up on the display. Yes. Engage Hyperdrives.

There was a comfirmation beep before the large starcraft, resembling a phenix with four large engines and two minor sets, slipped into hyperspace. Within a few moments, the 'nose' of The Ragnark slipped out along with the rest of the ship. Instantly Jared opened Comm. and sent a quick transmission to Lordess Dara's craft.

"This is Jared Mriad, onboard Ragnark, Bearing 1432 for high orbit. Ready for Operation Breifing."

[Alana Stormcloud]

Her purple lightsaber danced through the air in a brilliant pattern as she twisted her body in the movements taught to her by her uncle. He had taught her with a sword, she had brought the modified lightsaber, that Soth had made her, into her techniques. Her eyes were closed as she moved the saber in her hand. Each movement precise and well timed and faster than any human could see. Alana used the force to keep herself balanced as she moved with the speed given to when she was turned into a Vampyre.

She had been under her masters tutelage for a short time but what he had taught her had honed her skills to perfection.

Alana's eyes snapped open as she heard the transmission from the Sith Master Dara Shadowtide. Her master as well as her Shrine brother was in danger. As the transmission ended Alana was already on her way to the hanger bay where her ship was waiting. She had the cryo suit that would protect her from the light if necessary already on board. Other than that she needed nothing else other than the lightsaber and her sword that was strapped her side. Jumping into her x-wing "The Laughing Jester" she set her coordinates to the outer rim of Munto Codru as instructed.

Opening her comm-link she gave her location and estimated time of arrival to Master Dara. Sitting back in her seat she thought of her Shrine brother Jedah. "What ever was going on, there would be hell to pay if anything happened to her Master."

Alana slowed her speed as she approached he outer rim. She announced her arrival to the Sith Master Dara and awaited further instructions. Closing her eyes she began to prepare herself mentally for what lay ahead...

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*His black and red X-wing shot from the confines of the gas clouds known as hyperspace. In his view-port hung the grey planet of Munto Codru. Here at last, he thought to himself. But he knew it would be a short visit. En route to the planet, the Dark Lord received a surprise and urgent message. One of great importance from the Council. It seemed as though Jedah had gotten in some trouble and needed some assistance.

Snack had nothing wrgon with that, but did have a question pertaining to the message Council Member Dara had sent. Why did it need the involvement of most of the Empire's members? Could it be a major threat to the Sith? If it was, he was ready to take action against it.

Scanning open space, Snack saw the forming clutter of personal ships and frieghters as they gathered together. Opening his comm unit to the Empire's frequency, Snack waited for any orders to be given.*

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Sith Master Dara Shadowtide Rayial boards her personal vessel, a Corellian Corvette named the Resilience, and moves quickly to the command chair. Her droid crew had made the last of the onboard preflight checks and the ship was ready for takeoff.

She raised the ramp and flipped switches as the ship's engines raised to full power and began to lift into the sky. Arriving in orbit, Dara saw that a number of members of the Empire had met on schedule to travel on this unknown mission. A wry smile played on her lips as pride filled her in the display of comradery among those in the Empire as she received confirmations of those in orbit awaiting further instructions. Opening the encrypted Sith Empire channel once more, she sent a message to those in orbit as well as those still en route:

~Begin transmission, Priority Urgent~

Members of the Empire, thank you for your continued dedication to this organization. Today we travel to the planet Spira to locate the whereabouts of Sith Master Jedah Lynch. This is directly tied to a small number of dark jedi which are somewhere on that planet. The details I received from Jedah Lynch's first message are sketchy at best, but it is all we have to work with. You are to assemble in small groups of two or three and gather as much information as you can. I am transmitting a complete schematics on the planet as well as data on its cities, population and other places of interest on the Alpha channel. Send information to me as it becomes available to you. You may embark on the journey when your ship is ready. Dara out.

~End transmission~

:: Inputting the coordinates to Spira, the corvette headed out into deep space and then the stars became streaks of light as it entered hyperspace en route to Spira ::

[Lord DarkStar]

DarkStar recieved the comunication from Dara and cursed. The mission was already underway and he wasn't even there yet. He listened to the message again and a grin spread across his face. Spira wasn't far from their current location.

"Captain!"

He called out,

"Change of plan. We have a new destination, Spira. Change course at once."

The space was deserted, it was a place between solar systems, between the influence of star. The white arrow head of the ISD appeared, almost from no where as it dropped out of hyperspace. Slowly the massive craft changed direction, thrusters burning space dust as the manuvered the ship for the next hyperspace jump.

The Dreamchaser powered up its main engines. There was a blast of heat and the arrowhead elongated as it made the jump to hyperspace. On the bridge the stars became a tunnel of light around them. DarkStar stood watching it, almost mesmerised by the tunnel. The technology required to do this was far beyond anything his own people had ever invented. That it could even be done was still an amazement to DarkStar, five centuries after he had left his homeworld.

DarkStar shook his head, clearing his thoughts and returning them to the present situation. The would arrive just outside of Spira system in approximately three hours. Which should put them about ten minutes ahead of the main TSE force. With a smile DarkStar folded his arms and watched the screen, he may as well watch the tunnel for a while, it was not like there was anything urgent that needed his attention on the ISD.

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Dara sits onboard her ship and receives the intermittent transmissions of those en route along with her to Spira. More members of the Empire send communications that they will be joining shortly, and she smiles with pride at the strong dark organization she has pledged her loyalty to for so long.

She pauses in thought for a while and decides it is time to go ahead and send the next phase of the mission information to those members who have reported in so far. Readying the priority alpha channel, she transmits various coordinates assimilated from the database along with objectives for each team in an encrypted format ::

[Chaos Alexander]

::Chaos nodded his head and called out to two of the other Sith.::

"Zena, Alana. Follow me. I have some places I wish to check. We need to get in the main stream. Follow my ship. We will land on one of the Hotel Landing pads. We will create a base of operations for the three of use there."

::Chaos cut on a minicomp beside his seat in his V-Wing. He scanned the local torest spot s and found a popular hotel. No one would plan for Sith to be there in the middle of the place.::

"On a side note, while with me do not use Force powers. If there are Dark Jedi there, they will pick it up and we will be up **** creek without a paddle. I can get us in and out. Trust me. I look foward to working with women that a good lookin' as you two. Meet me on the surface."

::Chaos sent the two women the coords. the the Hotel they would be staying in. With that his V-Wing shot to the surface.::

[Rama]

"Spira.........Eh....Dark Jedi.....Eh"




:: Rama hated anyone who carried that name, if they actually were dark Jedi, or just uneducated force users "borrowing" the name as he had seen in the past. In the Long run it didn't matter......he hadn't meet one yet that could even match the power of the Sith, just ones that talked a lot. It might be good to shed the blood of others again. It had been awhile. ::


"Set course for Spira."

:: The 4 Event Horizon Engines roared to life, and the Ship zips into Hyperspace. ::

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana smiled at the transmission and readied herself to follow. She slipped her special suit on over her other cloths and tied it off at her waist. She did not want to be caught by the morning unaware.

She started after the ship her x-wing falling into position behind his. So she would be teaming with her masters other student, Zena. That would truly be a pleasure. She had heard many good things about her. "So no use of the force, well I don't think that will be a problem. If a vampyre did not want to be detected then undetected she would remain." Alana thought to herself with a smile." She opened her comm-link. "This is Alana, I'm right behind you, lead the way.."

[Nathanial K'cansce]

Yay...

*Snack looked at his comm unit aboard his X-wing, and noted it was still on. He chuckled, knowing that those listening over this frequency heard his monotone yet saracsm filled exclimation.*

Er...

*Static then a electric shut off was heard next. Heh, see ya. He pushed the throttle forward, jump-starting his X-wing into hyperspace.

He brought up a search on the planet Spira, looking for key points and interests. Scanning through the document found on his NAV computer, Snack found something very intriguing. He read to himself, "The exclusive Aspre Plunge resort is built directly into Ataria Island's north cliff face, and it extends one hundred meters below the water's surface. Gamblers in the Aspre Plunge's famous casino can look out its windows and view Spira's colorful marine life.." That looked mighty pleasing.

His course was set, and he knew what he wanted to do when he reached Spira. As of now though, it was a solitary event. Groups always made for more excitement.

Jared. Meet me on the planet, near the Aspre Plunge on the northern section of Ataria Island. I'll send you the info I have on it shortly.

The message was sent via the Force to his Disciple in the Dark Arts. It would do the two good to go on a mission such as this together.*

[Dark Lady Zena]

Zena set the coordinates in the nav computer, then keyed the comm unit.

"Copy team leader..coordinates set and calculated."

Falling in behind Alana's X-Wing, Zena guided her scout vessle, The Intrepid, in their wake. She would enjoy meeting her fellow Disciple, Alana, also a student of Master Jedah Lynch, having heard positive reports of her skills. She was aware of Chaos' reputation with women, as a mischievious grin tugged at her lips, at the thought of meeting the handsome, adept Sith Knight.

Zena activated the scan-mode sensors, emitting pulses in all directions, gathering information on a wide range. The stygium crystal cloaking device would come in handy if any enemies were to engage them. The thrust trace dampers were still in activation mode, disrupting the planet's warning grids.

[Alisa Sha]

~Alisa Sha smiles as she receives the transmissions from Dara. This would be the Sith Warrior's first opportunity to travel and help out in the Empire since she had joined so long ago and she was looking forward to it. Her own personal journey had lasted far longer than she had intended, yet it was something that had to be done. It was good to be back at the Sith Empire and among her family and comrades. The Princess of Ord Mantell grabs her weaponry and supplies for the trip and walks to the hangar with her royal guards escorting her, boarding her sith infiltrator, the Enigma. The pilot prepares the ship for takeoff as he makes last minute checks of the vessel.~

[Xavier Sadow]

Xavier walks through the halls of The Sith Empire headquarters, heading towards the hangar. The young Sith Warrior reaches down to his wrist, pressing a button and bringing his wrist closer to his mouth.

"Alisa? Are you there? I'm coming on this mission aswell.. hold your ship until I get there please."

[Alisa Sha]

~Alisa smiled as she heard the familiar voice of someone she had been spending a great deal of time with since her return. She motioned for the pilot to open the channel so she could respond.~

"Hello Xavier. I'm still here and will delay takeoff. I will look forward to your arrival shortly then."

[Xavier Sadow]

Xavier smiles as he hears her voice and walks quickly towards the hangar.

'I'll be there in a few minutes, Alisa.."

He smiles again and turns off the communicator. After about five minutes, Xavier stands in the opening of the Enigma, leaning against the side as he smiles to Alisa.

[Alisa Sha]

~Alisa smiles as she sees Xavier Sadow and she gestures for him to come on board.~

"I'm glad we could travel together, Xavier. I'm sure Lord DarkStar will be contacting us soon, so let's go ahead and be on our way. The ship is ready for takeoff so we can move to our positions and strap in."

~The two warriors board the vessel and move to their seats as the pilot closes the ramp and completes all final systems checks, indicating they are clear for departure. Alisa nods to the pilot and the ship is skillfully navigated out of the hangar as the stars become flashes of light upon reaching hyperspeed en route for Spira.~

[Vega Van-Derveld]

As he set the coordinates in for Spira on the control panel, Vega brought up a holoscreen of information about the populus of the planet. Points of interest caught his attention immeadiately, although - if the transmissions passing through the commlink were correct - many had been claimed as target points for the Sith's efforts alreay.

One untaken he finally found - the security HQ as well as an unusual crash site on the planet. Knocking the map off with the depression of a button, he opened up a channel to two of the Empires Warriors,

"Murdoch, Opps, I believe we have been assigned on a team together - set a course for Spira, and we'll rendevous on the central island of Ataria."

With that, the link was cut, and the back engines of Vega's craft roared with brilliantly cyan bursts while the stars all around the viewscreen became streaks of bright white as the ship soared to hyperspeed.

[Chaos Alexander]

::Chaos grinned as his ship touched down into the docking bay of the hotel. He placed his robotic arm into a slot in his ship. A rubber-like flesh covered it making his arm look and feel like a real arm. He hoped out as the two otehr SIth touched down. As they got out the ships and walked to Chaos. He smiled as his pulled out to large jugs or JD. Stronge and well-known. As soon as the women got to him he poured the stuff over there heads. Then he poured it over his and took a long swing.::

"I will explain in a second. Look like you just came from partying. This place is just one big spot of younge people to get drunk, laid, and party all night. We go in looking all serious people will throw up read flags."

::Chaos smiled as he opened his arms.::

"Will you ladies allow me to walk you to the front desk so we can get a room? I will not bite unless asked. Also, please look like you enjoy my company. We must make this look real. There may be Dark Jedi in the lobby. we would not like them to see through our ruse."

::Chaos smiled and sipped more JD. Hopefully the Desk Clerk could smell the drink on the trio as the entered. Three drunks wanting privite time. This place had seen it hundreds of times. The best way to get in.::

[Tempist Opps]

Tempist recieved first the transimssions from Dara, and then the one from Vega. "Fasten yourseat belt Ravana, this is going to be fun." he said to his sister, as an evil grin spread accross his face. He reached over and flicked a few switches, and Morphling jetted through space and disapeared from the sight of all who had gathered.


>D

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana's eyes widened in shock as Chaos poured the JD over her head. She had drank it as a human many times but had never been doused in it.

Alana turned to Zena. "Well, I cant say it's not a good idea but I do believe he could have doused himself instead of us." Alana flashed her wicked grin. She slipped into his offered arm and leaned into him, her powerful arm tightened around his waist.

"You owe me a new outfit and a shampoo after this is over Chaos." Alana's soft voice whispered in his ear, she gave a throaty laugh. Being a bounty hunter she had dealt with a lot of strange things but she thought this one would take the cake on inventive. She took a bottle from her pouch at her waist and drank deeply from the blood wine, staving off the hunger that she knew would come. Smiling up at Chaos her slightly elongated teeth flashed at him, white and purely deadly.
"Well, I'm ready whenever you two are, I have a feeling I'm in for more than a little fun with you and Zena." She said with an amused grin...

[Dark Lady Zena]

Zena couldn't contain herself, as she let out a roar of laughter at Alana's comments. Wiping her eyes from the sting of the alcohol, she took the other side of Chaos, and grabbed his waist as well, shooting Chaos a wink, and grinning at Alana.

"Dont squeeze him too hard Alana." Zena chuckled.

"Hey Alana, give me a swig of that. So you were a Bounty Hunter? How interesting, I was a Mercenary. Seems Chaos has his hands full."

Zena laughed again as she took a swig of Alana's wine, and handed it back to her. She then coughed violently.

"Blasted blood wine? Actually it aint bad."

She then shifted her eyes to Chaos and smiled.

"I feel you are going to enjoy this mission. Take us to the nearest lounge, would you kind sir? I need to unwind with some music and spirits. I was cooped up in that blasted ship too long."

She then looked to Alana with a playful grin.

"How about it fellow Disciple? We deserve some R&R for a bit. I need alcohol without blood in it."

Zena was feeling her oats from the free partying atmosphere, as her Mercenary roots were instigating her rowdy mood. The fact they needed to blend in with the crowd, would be most gratifying for her, to indulge in some entertaining activities.

[Tempist Opps]

(Later)

Tempist exited the main chamber of his ship. He had turned the largest of the cargo store rooms into his new forge. In his hands were some interesting weapons... the claw dagger Daegal had ordered a few weeks ago and a pair of claws. They were complete hand-armor, but each had four long, protruding blades coming out from the ends of them. Now everyone in our team will be able to tear into flesh with enjoyable efficancy. he thought to himself. He walked back to the cockpit and sent a message to Daegal and Vega.

Everyone ready to rock?

He had landed on Spira earlier, it was easier for him to work in the security of solid ground.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Staring out into the void of deepspace, MnT sighed lightly. It was amazing just how little mass there was in between himself, and a rather violent death.*

... If this window cracked or the wall was breached, that would be it. The air would push its way out, and I'd be pulled out with it. From there, my body would stretch apart and explode within moments... Yes, that would indeed be unpleasent.

*Turning away, the Sith Lord unfastened his belt, and stood up, stretching his arms out above his head..*

.. Perhaps I should go see how things are going up front..

*At that, MnT turned towards the hallway that led to the cockpit, and started down it. Moments later, he came to the door, and with a touch to the keypad, opened it.*

... Mistress Shadowtide, thank you again for allowing me to come along with you on the trip to Spira.. Is there any way I can be of service until we get there..?

*It had been sheer luck that he'd been by the shipbays when the transmission had beeped it's way into existance on his comm. pad. He'd quickly felt out through the force, and had managed to find Dara rather quickly. A quick message sent to ask if he could come along, explaining his lack of a ship, let alone ability to pilot one, and a quick message back that answered in the affirmative. He had thanked her then as well, but it wasn't as personal as doing it face to face.*

[Chaos Alexander]

::Chaos smiled as he felt the strenght of Alana. A stronge woman. She thought he was human though. That would be to his advantage. Most Vampires could smell the Garou blood that ran throw his viens. It was well known that the werwolf Garou race and Vamp race rarly got along. Unless they needed each other, or in a win/win situation. He walked with teh ladies and made it way to the front desk. The clerk there put ona fake smile. He was used to seeing drunks. These trhee were no different."

Clerk-" What room would you like?"

::Chaos tossed a large bag of credits on the desk.::

Chaos- "The best you have got. Me and my two friends need some....."

::Chaos licked the drink of Zena's neck then licked teh rim or Alana's ear.::

Chaos- "...quiet time for the next week. That should more than cover it."

::The desk clerk opened the bag and almost fainted. He got this alot of times as well. A group of people that saved there money and blew it in one week. He clapped his hands a group of workers grabbed the bags and they made there way to the room. It was top floor with two beds. A large bathroom with a hot tub and a shower. It was large enough to hold a party in with ease. Chaos dismissed the workers and tossed his stuff on the single couch.::

"You two can have the bed. I will stay on the couch. There is a shower and tub. I will bath when you are done. change into normal cloths. We have alot to do. I figure we can hit the shopping areas first. That way you can have some fun while we get this done. Just keep an eye out for any activity."

::With that Chaos laid on the couch and waited. He thanked teh makers he coudl atleats have some fun on this mission.::

[Makoto Neosis]

OOC: Ignore The Accnt Name, I forgot I was logged on this account. Jared out! :(

Jared nodded to himself as he receive the message from his master. Quickly setting the corse from the data received from Lordess Dara and Master Snack, Jared eased the Ragnark into hyperspace.

Minutes later, the ship exited Hyperspace and decended into the Atmosphere above Aspre Plunge. Jared removed the neruohelm and set it aside, poping his neck, he waited for the computer to automatically dock the ship and for Snack to contact him.

[Rama]

:: A loud thud came from the hold of the Phoenix. Rama was keeping himself busy while the ship made the long trip to the planet Spira. Again the Thud came. ::


Damn it.


:: Rama again lifted the large crate into the air viva the force. This was no great task. He had torn some of the strongest Armor from ships, lifted ships, and done all manner of things thru the force. Lifthing this was barely taxing his power. It was what Rama was trying to do now that caused some much trouble. He stared at the crate his eyes narrowing. He began to look at it, and beyond it all the same time, as if he was looking thru it. Then one word entered his mind. ::

"Throne."

:: The Crate let out the greatist whine, ripping and tearing at it's self it seemed. Smashing and collideing with it's self, and then with a loud thud fell to the ground next to to other misshapen forms. None of them looked like a throne. Createing was not easy.....not for a Sith anyways. Rama let out a loud sigh. ::

"Fire"

:: no sooner had the word left his lips but all three crates burst into flames. Smaoke alarms and an auto Sprinkler system kicked on. It was always easier to destroy. He didn't need to say the words, he just liked to. It seemed as if these things were his servant doing his will at his command. But in reality it was he that was doing all the work. The Fire......he had made it. Cause part of crates themselves to under go great friction at a tremodus speed, causeing them to burst into flames. When it boiled right down to it.......anyone could do it, given the time, engery and equipment. He just didn't have need of those things because of what he was. ::

[Dark Lady Zena]

Zena was tired and reeked of alcohol. She walked into the bathroom and drew a bath. She then sprinkled bath salts in the running water, as it was transformed into an oasis of bubbles. She wasnt shy, having been brought up with mercenaries, mostly male, but she shut the door anyway, as she undressed and slipped into the invigorating water, resting her head at the end of the tub.

"Alana... would you get me a glass of wine please? Chaos..? Anyone hear me..?"

Zena cursed, forgetting to pour herself a drink before emmersing herself in the tub. She was too lazy to get up, and too comfy in the heated bubbles. A laborous task would eventually meet them, so she indulged herself in luxuaries while time was permitting the opportunity.

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana grinned at Zena's call for wine. She poured her some and handed it to Chaos and flopped down in the chair to wait her turn in the bathroom. "Would you be a sweet heart and take that to Zena, I doubt she can come out and get it at the moment." Alana smiled sweetly at him as she said it, her eyes glimmered with laughter.

As he passed her she sat up her nose wrinkling at the familiar sell. A lupine, she had not run into any in her time as a vampyre but there were tales of he two races hating one another. She herself didn't have a problem with the creatures and she hoped he had no problem with her. She was as always her own person and only caused pain to those that crossed her.

As chaos walked toward the door she grinned. She stripped off her protective suit hanging it over the back of the chair to dry. She then took off her soaked shirt and tossed it toward the bathroom where she would rinse it out. Sitting back in her chair she closed her eyes and relaxed until her time to bathe came...

[Chaos Alexander]

::Chaos smiled. What a pity. Stuck in a room with two mostly naked women. Chaos opened the door and saw the female Sith in the tube. MAny times he would try something. This would be a easy, and fun, chance. Not now though. he had....work to do. He handed the Sith a glass and walked out the bathroom. He pulled on a coat and called to the others.::

"I shall be back in a moment. Maybe then we can...play."

::Chaos walked out the room. He needed to be alone to do this. He made his way down the hall with a drunken grin. He walked down to the area that said security. His right arm opened slightly on the top. He pulled out a cherry bomb. He threw it down a laugry shoot. as he walked past. A few seconds and it blew. The security ran to the basement. Of course no alarms were set off. The inn wanted it's clients to know as little as possible. More than likely it would be said that a water pipe blew.::

"This is too easy. well, I gues sthe hard stuff will come tonight."

::Chaos slipped into the security room. He opened the side of the computer and took a small device out of his pocket. He inserted the device into the transfer area of the comp and wired it in. He programed it and shut the comp side. The reason for the device was simple. It sent all the security recordings as well as any info in the Inn's mainframe to Chaos's ship computer. It also allowed Chaos to access this mainframe from his computer in his room. It was very much like a network connection. Chaos quickly scanned through the images on the security tape and sliced the footage of him on it out. He then made his way out back to his room. Now the hotel was his. Next, he had to check out the shopping centers. That would be at night. Maybe a little fun first. He thought of the Sith women almost fully naked in the room. He had to kill some time anyway. With that he opened the room door and went in.::

"Sorry, had to get ice. They are all out though."

[Lord DarkStar]

The great white arrow head appeared just out side of the Spira system. Slowing to a crawl the Dreamchaser began to slowly turn, ready for the trip into the system its self. DarkStar had no intention of being the first to enter the system, he didn't know the reason for the journey and didn't want to ruin any suprises his superiors may have planned.

On the bridge DarkStar stood, arms folded, next to the captains' chair. He said nothing and moved not a muscle as he watched the screen before him, long moments passed before the captain at last dared to speak to the Sith.

"What are you orders my lord?"

He asked in his crisp military, if somewhat unsteady voice. DarkStar ignored the man for a few moments longer, his eyes still drinking in the stars in the view screen, a sight that never ceased to amaze him. At long last he tore his vision from the screen and looked at the captain, a young man, probebly a clone, most of DarkStar's forces were. The man seemed to wilt under the icy gaze of the Force Vampyre. Finally DarkStar spoke.

"Send a secure transmition to Council member Dara requesting further instructions then hold this possition. I will be in my quarters, contact me when you recieve a reply,"

Without waiting to see the salute the frightened man would give him DarkStar left the bridge and took up residence in the admirals quarters located behind the bridge. Sighing he sat on the floor and closed his eyes, entering a light trance he awaited further orders.

[Rama]

:: the heavey clang of boots against the Metal mesh steps echoed thru the Ship. These steps lead to the cockpit, and Rama emerged from the hole cut into the floor to allow for these steps. ::


"Sir, we are approaching the planer Spira."


Yeah Yeah.....I know ISSAI.


" You told me to alert you when we arrived. "


Thank you


:: Rama sat down in the pilot's seat and pulled the steering Colum forward. ::


You can turn of the controls now ISSAI.

"Of course sir"

:: Rama pushed the Hyperdrive control back and the ship jumps into Real space. Below......the planet Spira. ::

Here we go.

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: The Sith Master sat at the pilot's seat staring out into space, her hand propped against her chin. She had been to Spira once a very long time ago with her father, but there was not anything she could remember about the place since they were only there a short while.

Lights flashed on the console in front of her as the long range sensors were gathering information about anyone or anything they might encounter along the way. Messages were also being logged from the encrypted TSE channel and Dara sent replies to each comrade with the details of their mission and objective.

The silence was broken by a *swooshing* sound filling the cabin and Dara turned around to see Sith Lord Miryan no Trunks enter. She smiled and rose from her chair and walked over to greet him. Dara had not really had the opportunity to speak with the Sith Lord very much and looked forward to it on their trip to Spira ::

"Hello Miryan. There's no need to thank me. I am always glad to be of assistance. And thank you for your kind offer, however everything seems to be in order already. My ship's onboard droid crew is going to be overseeing the autopilot sequence and will alert me upon any changes in our journey there. Would you like to go to the dining quarters to sit and perhaps have a drink or something to eat?"

[Dark Lady Zena]

By the time Chaos returned, Zena was already out of the tub, with a scanty towel wrapped around her body. She was cursing while rummaging through her bag for some garments.

"Blasted rushing around. If I had time to pack for this trip, I wouldn't have forgotten some things. I may have to buy some clothes."

She turned to Chaos with a suspicious look on her face, as if he was up to some mischief.

"What took you so long?" She noticed him eyeing the towel conforming tightly to her curves.

"I know, the towels are so small here. Cheap hotel." She gave him a wink, as she nodded to Alana.

"Bath is ready for you, I drew a fresh one. Hope you like bubbles." Zena flashed her a smirk.

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana jumped from the chair she was in. She could no longer tolerate the stench of the alcohol on her body. She smiled and thanked Zena. Yes, I love bubbles ." She said eyeing the tub with obvious pleasure.

Stepping Past Chaos she dipped her foot into the tub. "Feels wonderful, my friend." She sighed. Stepping into the water she sank down in he water.

Alana raised her eyebrows at Chaos. "I would invite you to join me but as Zena said its a cheap Hotel and this bath barley fits one. Alana closed her eyes and relished the warm water against her body. Opening one eye she smiled. "I promise I wont be long though. I'm sure you wish to bathe also." Alana said wrinkling her nose and laughing softy...

[Chaos Alexander]

::Chaos smiled.::

"I am use We could make room. When two are...latched together....there is extra room. I will bathe when you are done though. After that we will head to place the cameras in the local spots. See if we find anything strange. Talk to people and get as much info as possible. After that we will come here report to Dara all our findings. The first place will be the local store houses. The Dark Jedi need supplies. They will be getting them here. After than, clothing stores. They would need things to make and repair robes."

::Chaos sat on the couch. He breathed in deep. So much to do. He had to keep on his toes though. Had to be at his best for the Empire. Chaos waited his turn in the bath.::

[Daegal Murdoch]

The Ballinamore dropped out of hyperspace as it neared the Spira system. The red light on Daegal's belt beeped and began to blink. Pushing a button near the light, Daegal asked curlty, "What?"

"Sir, we are nearing Spira", a voice came through the communicator.

"Excellent."

The Sith Warrior exited his personal quarters aboard the ship and made his way to the bridge. When he arrived, he sent a signal to across the Sith Empire's encyrpted channel, informing all that he was nearing their destination.

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana leans forward in the tub and looks directly at Chaos as soon as he sits on the couch. Her eyes narrow to a wicked glare. She had about enough of his pompous innuendoes.

"Listen fly boy. The only thing you will be latched to is the end of my sword. So I suggest you keep your classic comments to yourself. Maybe your used to talking to other women in that fashion but not here and not with us." Alana finishes through clenched teeth as her fangs slightly protrude, sending her message loud and clear. Then smiling she glances up to Zena.

"Zena do us both a favor since we can't use the force here. Could you be so kind to shut that door and lock it."


Zena smiles playfully at Alana as she walks to the door and slams it shut and locks it. "My pleasure."

[Dark Lady Zena]

Zena then frowned looking down at her towel, as she knocked on the door.

"Hang on, I need to change in there. Alana?... Open the blasted door!"

Zena could see Chaos was engrossed in strategic planning, as she gathered her garments and waited for Alana to get out of the tub and open the door. She laughed as she was baring her fangs, enshrouded in bubbles, but even in suds, she posed an intimidating vista with her vivid fangs.

"Eh...sorry to disturb you. Trust me, ex-mercenaries taste lousy."

She grinned as she changed, as Alana chuckled slipping back into the soothing invigorating water. After Zena clothed herself, she got out of the wash room and locked the door behind her. She walked over and sat on the couch with the team leader.

"So, Chaos, where do we go first? I am eager to assist in thwarting the plans of the Dark Jedi."

She saw the mission as a chance to prove her loyalty and competence, for the reputed Sith Empire.

[Chaos Alexander]

::Chaos frowned. He knew when he had gone too far. He reached into his pocket and pulle dout a phone. After a quick conversation on the phone he closed it and placed it back in his pocket. H ethen yelled to the others.::

"The local shops. I will play the part of the bored brother as my sisters shop. That will give me time to hack into the system. You two will be able to check the sales people for info. Ask around for info. Someone may know something. The reason I am even here is to hack into a main system. There is no computer I can not get into. I am to get into that certain system later. That is my target. All the rest is just extra."

[Severen Morkonis]

The book was called "Karas Devo" the book was full of diffrent war scenes and personal accounts from Impereal officers, Jedi Knights and Masters and New Republic fighter pilots,it was a good book however and me beaing a former New republic Airbourne Assult Soldier well, it was nice to learn about others peoples point of view.

I was a former Captain in the NRAAC 'New Rebublic Airbourn Assult Crew' we were a "act fast" troops party that would be sent in quick to ether liberate a town or city, kidnapp and assult important leaders and commanders or sabotage moterpools and such...just as a few exsamples. I was awarded several medals and combat ribbons for my actions and proboly would have made it big time in the NR if i had stayed but....oh well.

I sat in the waiting lounge of the Spaceport termanal, the place was packed full of tourists and staff...they were dressed in flowery shirts, i was dressed in a red trench coat and fishnet arm length bands i stood out like a orange between 2 blacks...it was not good however they were all fat fathers and moany mothers and there little whiney kids so it was not worrying....Phantom was late....about an hour late and i was waiting for the guy to arrive...

Reading the book took the time away....so i continued.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Dropping into a customary bow as Dara stood and turned, MnT scolded himself mentally for having not done so immediately, but kept himself pleasent as he listened to, and replied to her words.*

... That would be most welcomed, I must admit.. It would be somewhat of a lie to say I'm not hungry myself, and it has been qute some time since last we had chance to just talk.. If Ever for that matter..

*Having stood back up before replying, MnT could not help but feel just slightly embarassed about that fact. He had been with TSE so long now, had seen Mistress Shadowtide around so often, but had never really had the chance to talk with her.. Of course, the same seemed to go with Most of the other members for that fact.. *

[Lord DarkStar]

The comm beeped and DarkStar's eyes shot open. He leaned forward and activated the message.

1 TSE Ship has arrived in the Spira system, registered as belonging to Rama Sha

DarkStar smiled, so, Rama was the first to arrive. He'd better be second then, he didn't want to keep the Council member waiting.

He was about to issue the order to move into orbit when he suddenly remembered the nature of the mission. Dark Jedi. If he took the ISD in then any element of suprise would be lost. With a curse he contacted the captain and arranged a shuttle and two unarmoured Stormtroopers as escort. He sat back and folded his arms waiting.

Ten minutes or so later the comm beeped again, signalling that the shuttle was ready. DarkStar rose from his seated possition on the floor with perfect grace. His muscles, for so long idle, were now active, tensed, ready for what lay ahead, what ever it was. With a smile DarkStar headed for the landing bay and the shuttle that would take him to Spira.

Half an hour later the shuttle came in sight of Spira. DarkStar stood behinded the plain clothed Stormtroopers piloting the shuttle. Space always facinated him, wether looking from the bridge of a Star Destroyer or simply from the front of a shuttle, he loved it, it was his home, not the green plains of Terra, the cold depths of space were his home.

As the shuttle approached the planet they were hailed by ground control. DarkStar stepped back and motioned for the Stormtroopers to reply with the preprepared story. Control bought it and gave them a landing pad. DarkStar stayed rapped in the shadows, watching the view screen as the Stormtroopers took the shuttle down to the planet's surface.

[Phantom]

Ah Sieken. I appoligize for keeping you waiting. I had pressing matters to attend to.

:: As Phantom draws near the sent of Death follows, filling Sieken's senses. With a grin on his face The Sith Lord nods to Sieken ::

Welcome to Spira.

:: Phantom begins to walk he motions for Sieken to follow ::

I suggest we check what ships come in and out of here. Also look for anyone suspicious.

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*Snack's black and red X-wing shot from the clouds of pink and blue hypergas, allowing the heavens to return to the pitch black void which he grew to know. Spira hung in front of him, slowly rotating as all planets do. Cloud and storm formations could be seen on top of the sparkling oceans of the planet, which covered the vast majority of Spira.

He could already feel the presence of Jared already on the planet and waiting. A few other ships were parked in space, others moving slowly either entering or exiting the system. Glancing out his view port once more, Snack piloted his starfighter into the atmosphere, the upper winds trying to knock the intruder out for a loop. He held onto the controls, keeping his craft under control. Ataria Island lay under his craft, he noted, as he headed for the Aspre Plunge Resort.

Snack set down just outside the limits, not wanting to dock at the resort itself. It felt safer this way. After shutting his craft down, he jumped out and landed on the grassy ground. He brought no weapons with him, save for the two wrist bracelets he wore on each arm. They looked as if they were actually apart of his arm, and that he needed them to keep his hands attached to his body. A nice little facade that would prove quite useful. He began to make his trek on foot towards the resort, knowing it would take him about ten minutes or more to get there.*

[Rama]

:: The brakeing thrusters fired and lined the Phoenix up in orbit. ::



Give me a casual sensor sweep ISSAI. Nothing to strong, we don't wanna attract attention.


"Yes Sir."


:: Rama adjusted the instruments and waited for the readings. ::


Anyone else out there ISSAI?


"There is one commerical vessel, The Stealer's Special. There are also 13 small personal shuttles..."


Any TSE Ships I mean.

"Scanning..................There are no Ships with Sith Empire Transponders currently in orbit."


Any on the ground.


"THat information cannot be gathered, with a weak sensor sweep. A stronger sweep would reveal such information."


No that's ok........

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Dara smiled at Miryan ::

"I don't remember us ever having the opportunity to speak before either, and I think that we are long overdue. I believe now is an excellent time to catch up. Shall we?"

:: She gestured to the back of the area and led him down the short hallway to the dining quarters. The two Sith took a seat at a small booth and sat across from each other. Raising her hand and giving a single snap of her fingers, her onboard R2 unit whizzed over to take their orders ::

"I will take the white fish platter over rice with a glass of white wine. What would you like, Miryan? The onboard chef is programmed to make any meal you would like."

:: The droid remained obediently awaiting the Sith Lord's order ::

[imported_Blade Ice]

(blade stepped off a transport ship onto Ataria Island. It was terribly sunny day but it was good thing Blade had not worn his ussual black clothes instead he was wearing a Hawaiian T-shirt and kaki pants he fit the profile of a normal tourist. he cared one black bag and in it he cared his sabers and a blaster and his black clothes. He relized his team had already reached the island due to his ship arriving late. Blade slipped on some black sunglasses and headed towards the nearest renta speader.)


Blade: I would like your finest sportist speader please.

Dealer: alright it will be 1,000 credits.

(blade hands the man the credits)

Blade: can I get directions to the Plunge Resort.

(the dealer gives blades directions to the resort. blade then goes to get his rented speader and heads off towards the resort.)

[Xanatos Etanial]

Space... cold, calm and silent.

It's vast horizon spreading out in every direction it seemed to go on endlessly, uninterupted or disturbed. Against it's rich empty background a form moved silently against the airless vacuum outside.

A transport ship on it's way to the planet of Spira. It's passengers were mainly tourists, vacationers and the odd business man. But amongst it's guest list this day numbered one of royal blood.

Though in truth he could barely call himself that anymore. It had been several years since his ousting from the seat of power, and his subsequent banishment from Mythos, now a democracy. He could have travelled the universe a thousand times over and never found another planet to match Mythos. Never found another place he could truly call home.

Though none of that truly mattered at the moment.

Xanatos stared out the side display from his seat on the transport, he supposed that watching the stars and planets pass by must have been devised to help relax travellers on the often long transport flights. Here it served only to let this traveller's mind wander further onto his past. Grievious errors he had made, mistakes that could never be undone. Xanatos took off his dark reflective sunglasses, which he was almost never seen without anymore these days, do to a hereditary eye conditioned that had left his retinas more sensitive to light. He rubbed his eyes slightly and stared out again towards the stars.

He blinked once, then again, and yet again. However, on the third blink, his eyes didn't open again.

**Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be landing shortly. We suggest that you please return your seats to their upright position and secure all items. Thank you for choosing Spira Transport flights, we hope that you have enjoyed your stay with us, and that you will choose us again in the future.**

Xanatos's eyes opened as the stewardess, a slight female human with brown hair, made this announcement to those on board. He stretched slightly as he fumbled around his seat for his sunglasses, finding them resting comfortably on the seat next to him he readjusted himself and prepared for his arrival to Spira.

[Kekoa Alkarin]

:: Kekoa boarded the "Resilience" just after her Master left her a message in Med Bay. Kekoa was fully recovered from injuries she endured during a hard training session with Sith Warrior, Daegal Murdoch. And one day, she would schedule a re-match with this honored Sith Warrior. ::

Once aboard the ship, Master Dara gave her young Sith Apprentice a few duties to perform in the areas of security and communication. Kekoa was responsible for watching over the incoming data, checking for any security breaches, and keeping an eye on the carrier code signal from the ships reporting to the “Resilience”.

:: Kekoa walked to the communications center and met with the top ranking officer. The officer showed Kekoa the different consoles and he explained their functions. Kekoa was quite versed in ship’s operations and order due to her owning “Havoc Strike” and the many hours learning about ship’s primary functions. The officer designated a secured place for Kekoa to carry out the assigned jobs from Sith Master Dara Shadowtide. As the technical data streamed in from the sensors directed at the Planet of Spira and the surrounding area were downloaded, Kekoa kept the status reports and sent any new findings to Sith Master Shadowtide’s secure command console. ::

During this time, Kekoa wondered about the mission and how it was going to proceed. Reflecting back into her past, Kekoa remembered watching her father prepare for many Secret Sith Sect missions and on occasions, she helped him retrieve needed data.

[Severen Morkonis]

'Sir if you do not have a boarding card then you are not allowed past the check point onto the tarmac...im sorry sir...please buy one from the sh...'

My fist slammed into his jawbone with a sickerning crack. His jaw broke in 2 places and it tore clean from his head, blood and flesh splatterd all over the floor and staining its pristien smooth texture, running a small rivers between the grooves beside every tile, the now exposed flesh hit the tiles and slid behind the counter.

His tounge flapped about a bit inside the rest of his blood filled mouth, his eyes showed total shock and pain has he fell back onto the back and looked up at me.

'Ahh, this action serves two benifits does it not?. One..you cant talk to me like that anymore and give me the disrespect i surely do not deserve....and two you cant tell anyone i passed through here....although you can type and write to people....hmm...i have an idea'....i grabbed one of his hands and pulled out a Sith Dagger...and then...well needless to say you know the rest....

The place was empty this time of night, not many flights took off due to lack of staff on the tarmac getting the ships ready for launch and space traffic control. so i had the run of the mill so to speak, sure there was security but easely dealt with, and it was going to be the morning shift soon....but im sure i could handle it.

Phantome had insisted he went to the cargo halls while i checked out the passanger sections. I fliped down of off the spectator lounge and onto the ships holding area, and quicklymade my way towards the passanger waiting lounge to see the flight times.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

The Fenix burst out of hyperspace, crashing from the void into view some distance infront of where Daegal had first arrived. The ship hung still for a millisecond before the engines once more roared and it shot forward.

"Opps, Murdoch. Rendevouz on the planet surface in 10 minutes."

Vega grinned as the atmosphere of Spira drew closer. Within mere minutes the atmosphere surrounded the craft, and in just a few more the atmosphere was but a blue veil above, specked with light clouds. The TIE Phantom landed with a soft whoosh onto the turf of the planet Spira, a squall of wind acting as it's cushion.

[Miryan no Trunks]

... It would be a pleasure..

*It was a simple enough, though perfectally true statement, and with a smile, MnT followed Mistress Shadowtide down the hall into the dining quarters. Sitting down, he was almost amazed at the speed at which the small R2 unit moved. Likely a custom model.*

... Any dish? Hmm, that leaves me with quite the choice.. Perhaps a nice chicken and vegetable stir-fry, with a bowl of white rice on the side.. Oh, and just water for me..

OOC: Sorry about the crappy post, be glad I finally managed to even produce That though, my head's been clogged with crappy cold again ¡^_^

[Vakhar Azkarel]

“Quite a tangent we have embarked upon,”, a sigh subtly was repulsed, “dawdling as sightseers for such a simple task; a simple dream. If the truth were to be shaved from the surface, it wouldn’t be the truth…”

Breaching the cosmos’ infallible servitude to tranquility emerged a silver dart of defiance and defection. Devastating the serene bonds it came, even if disrupting the hush of space in only a moment’s glory. Laced with a crystal strand of transparency, spotted with diverse and eager visages aplenty, the elusive projectile appeared to dodge backwards and forwards amongst every star to which it sped. A sapphire luminescence it shed as blood from a fracture, propelling the glistening arrow towards a remote sphere garnished in blues and greens.

Set in a frostbitten field of immobility the sphere resided adrift, valiantly hovering afore a crystal-like star stretching its tendrils of radiance into the darkest notches of space. The prime embodiment of a heavenly spectacle seemed to nearly pose a resonance in itself, despite the further life that loomed below. A cerulean globe speckled with jade it hung as a tour de force on a wall of obscurity. A vision set forth into the heavens; its creator lost in the pages of time.

“Soon,” the same voice hushed beneath a sheet of resentful breath, “soon all shall be none.”

Enclosed in a typically casual assortment of tethered robes, the sheeting dwindling rather far from his emaciated figure, Vakhar brandished a mere pendant in his concealed hand. The bullion clothed in shadows and conforming the slack skin of his hand, dissimulated eyes fell upon the tainted emblem: wiped of remorse, wiped of pride -- bare of any sentiment whatsoever. Nevertheless, his fingertips enthusiastically danced upon the gilded coat, the cleaved boundaries, and the concaved insignia. His lucent fingers glittered in the soft reveries he felt to be whispered softly into his ear. A present once having been malleable to the touch, and a past folded into the depths of the psyche. All had become nothing long ago.

In a fluent motion the piece had vanished beneath a mound of continual fabric, parting a meagerly blank expression in its midst. ‘Out of mind and out of reach,’ he had once droned to himself in a plague of disheveled recollections. Unfortunately, reality had become quite the opposite.

“Spira-Lucrecia passengers, please be informed that we will arrive in five standard-chronological units. Today Port Lucrecia sits beneath beautiful starlight and comes to a pleasant 330 Degrees Byapse. Enjoy your stay, no matter the reason of travel. All passengers please prepare for landing.”

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: As the droid left to fill the orders of the two Sith, Dara looked over at Miryan, realizing she knew next to nothing about a man who had been in the Empire with her for so long. She looked at her wrist chronometer, and seeing that they had just enough time for a meal before reaching their destination, she then looked back up at him with a smile ::

"I can't believe this is the first time we have had a chance to talk, Miryan. And I'm sorry it took this long. So, where is your home originally? I grew up on Garqi."

:: The droid returns with a glass of white wine and a glass of water for Miryan, and Dara takes a sip of the cool liquid before placing the glass back down lightly on the table ::

[Miryan no Trunks]

... It Is rather hard to believe, but I can't say I've really talked with.. well.. hardly Anyone in the Empire.. All work and no play, I supposse.

*He smiled somewhat at his comment. Technically, it was true enough. But in honesty, the training and meditation and all else that would be considered work, Were play to him. He enjoyed self-improvement, he thrived on it.*

... As for my home, it's a planet called Buchan. I've never seen a charted record of it in this galaxy, but I was born and raised there, so I know well enough that it exists. It was a beautiful planet, full of lush forests, rolling hills and mountains, unpolluted oceans and lakes. With the exception of a few colonies, it was pretty much untouched. The history books said that the colonies that existed had been around for centuries and centuries, but because it was wide-felt that co-existing with nature was the better way to live, they never expanded more than was neccesary..

*His voice grew quiet and low as he continued to talk, though not to a point where it would have been difficult for Dara to make out what he was saying. His tone continued describing the fact that he wasn't being touched by pleasent memories as he recalled the details of his homeland. At this point, MnT reached down to his glass, picked it up and sipped from it, draining nearly half the water before setting it back down into the ring of condensation that had formed below it.*

... Unfortunately, after my 15th birthday, when I found out that the Jedi had been responsible for my parents' deaths, I had attempted to leave and find a group of Sith to learn under. An accident occured leaving me stranded in a place I was unable to return from for months, but once I made my way back to Buchan, I found that everyone in not only the colony I was raised in, but also every other colony on the planet, had been burned to ground..

.. It's only inhabited by the natural wildlife species right now, but I plan on some day returning and re-colonizing it.

*As he spoke, MnT realized that he hadn't returned to Buchan almost since he joined TSE, and hadn't discussed, nor even thought about what had happened there, since pretty much the same time. It felt good to speak about it though, even if the memories that came back weren't good ones.*

*Suddenly, he remembered his situation, and felt his cheeks take on just the slightest tint of redness, from embarassment..*

... I'm sorry, I went off on a bit of a tangent there.. I'll try not to babble like that from now on..

[Xanatos Etanial]

Xanatos stood staring at the baggage claim, it was a conveyer belt that the luggage was passed around on. He glanced around at the other people standing there waiting for their luggage. He sighed and continued to stare at the damned belt as suitcase after suitcase spun round and round on this stupid system.

Who in their right mind had thought this thing up anyway? Hey wait a second, Etanial suddenly recalled seeing the same bag he was now looking at, go by earlier. This stupid thing had gone completely around! Etanial gnashed his teeth together a bit and would wait just a little while longer, his bags had better be here, or so help him... someone would die.

[Phantom]

:: Phantom lifted his head from his recent kill, baggage handler, the fool had placed his hand on the Sith Lord after telling him this was a restricted area, Phantom snickered as he begged for his life, we whinned like a child as Phantom drove his saber through his midsection. With an evil grin on his face Phantom had slit his throat, blood pured onto the floor ::

Xanatos?

:: He said to himself as he looked up from the corpse. Throwing the corpse into a trash compactor, Phantom cleaned up the blood with some old rags. Phantom dashed out the door, looking around he spots his target. Moving silently over the floor, Phantom is upon him ::

Xanatos? What are you doing here?

[Xanatos Etanial]

At the moment, I'm waiting for my luggage. It's not like one can miss a 6 foot long duffle bag!

And after I retrieve my luggage, I was supposed to locate you and Sieken. However you've saved me that little trip.

::Still staring at the conveyer belt, Etanial handed the Sith Lord a data pad with his orders, as they had been given to him by Dara.::

[Phantom]

:: Phantom cleared his throat as he read the data pad ::

Alright. Should be like old times. Well Sieken is off checking the ship manifests. Ah your bag, yes well it might be in the back. Lets go look for it.

:: Phantom whiped off some of the blood that was on him ::

[Lord DarkStar]

DarkStar left the shuttle, his black plastisteel armour hidden under the cloak he wore. The cloak seemed to absorb any light that fell on it, making DarkStar a walking patch of darkness. Two customs officers were stood just outside the hangar door, waiting for him.

"I would like to see your papers please sir,"

DarkStar looked at the man, a pair of green flames burning beneath the black hood. He concidered killing the two men, but that would cause complications and any element of suprise would be lost. He watched the man shrink away under his gaze for a moment longer until he noticed the second man reaching for his blaster. He broke eye contact.

"The captain of the vessel has all the papers,"

He said in a very quiet voice, then his eyes flicked to the man who's hand was still half way to his blaster.

"Your friend need to loosen up a bit, before he has a heart attack or something,"

DarkStar grinned beneath his hood as he reached out with the Force and gave the man a heart attack. The hand left the blaster and went to his heart, his eyes widened in terror for a second, then he collapsed, dead to the floor.

"Well,"

Said DarkStar as he turned to see the horror on the other man's face,

"I did warn him he was going to have a heart attack and look what happened, he did,"

DarkStar fought back the urge to laugh thta gathered within him, such weaklings, killing that man had been as simple as flicking a switch. No challenge at all.

At that moment the plain clothed Stormtrooper captain of the shuttle arrived with the papers and the customs officer bussied himself with the papers. At last he looked up at the captain.

"I'm sorry,"

He said,

"These papers are out of date, i'm afraid your going to have to return to your vessel till you can aquire the correct papers, or leave the planet,"

The man stopped, he blinked a couple of times then his eyes widened in shock. Slowly his hand went round his side, he made a wimpering noise as he felt the handle of the knife through his kidney. He turned to look at DarkStar now stood behind him, he had never even seen the Sith Lord move.

"But..."

DarkStar cut him off mid sentence by driving a second knife into his throat. The customs officer clawed at the knife, finally managing to pull it out along with a torrent of blood. He tried to speak but all that came out was more blood, in bubbles and trickles. DarkStar stepped forward and gave the man a shove that knocked him to the floor. He twitched a couple of times then was still. DarkStar looked up at the captain.

"Dispose of the bodies, discretly. We don't want our pressence known yet."

The Stormtrooper nodded having been ordered not to salute. He called the other troopers over and the began to move the bodies. Confident that everything was secure DarkStar headed for the main part of the terminal. Moving slowly DarkStar drank everything in with his eyes for later reference, but the harbour was his main objective, when the troopers delt with the bodies he would make his way there. Till then he would plan an escape route if one was needed.

Glancing round DarkStar thumbed his comm, transmitting the prerecorded and coded message to Alisa and Xavier informing them of his location and where to meet him as soon as they arrived.

[Xanatos Etanial]

Etanial nodded to his long time friend.

Of course.

[imported_Blade Ice]

(blade arrived at the resort and hand the keys to the speeder to the valet.)

Blade: Take care of her shes a beauty.

valet: of course sir

(blade walked into the resort front desk area and walked up to the desk. There was a beautiful long black haired lady at the desk her name tag said Shelly.)

Blade: Hello shelly

Shelly: Hello sir How can I help you

Blade: I have reservation

Shelly: Name please

Blade: Bond, James Bond

Shelly: yes Mr. Bond your is 213 on the 2nd floor with a pool view like you ordered sir.

Blade: thank you shelly maybe i'll see you around

Shelly: maybe sir (hands blade his key) Have a nice day sir

Blade: (mumbles) nice day pfff.

(blade began to go to his room wondering where his companions where hiding out.)

[Phantom]

:: Phantom leads Xanatos through the restricted area door and into the large baggage room, where moments before Phantom had just killed someone ::

Do you see it?

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*Looks are deceiving. Snack stood a hundred yards in front of the main doors of the Aspre Plunge. The structure only stood about ten stories high, and from the looks of it, that was the hanger bay for the ships of vacationers. To think, the actual resort was built on this high cliff and extended one hundred meters below the surface of the ocean. This place had to be amazing.

Upon entering, he saw the back of BladeIce, a fellow member of the Empire. He boarded the turbo lift for his room before Snack could get a chance yell out to him. Quickly walking up to the front desk, Snack grabbed the attention of the black haired lady.*

Excuse me, but that man that just left the desk...

*He stuttered for a moment, prodding the woman's mind to see if Blade gave her a false name.

Yep.*

...Mr. Bond. What room number does he have?

"213 on the second floor. Is he a friend of yours?"

Business partner. We're here to talk about a deal that could change the face of our respective companies. Thank you.

*Snack walked off towards where the turbolifts were and waited for one to come to him. All the way down on the second floor, eh? Must be a good room. He wanted to meet Jared at the fifth floor restaurant, which he had heard had a spectacular view of the underwolrd of the sea.*

[Jared Mriad]

Jared gazed out of the main window on the fifth floor of the resort, the veiw was one hell of a sight to see as the brochures had said. Jared turned around and scanned through the occupants of the floor looking for any of the team members that had been assigned here.

If there was someone in the resort that would've noticed Jared, there was none now. He was completely changed from his usual dress, now he wore a formal suit without a tie, his hair was parted over to the left and covered most of the upper part of his face on that side. Reaching into the hidden pocket of his coat he produced a slim cigarette and lighter. Poping the end into his mouth and lighting it, Jared waited.

[Tempist Opps]

Tempist stood outside of his craft, having landed near the rondezous point. After the group met up, he would give Daegal his new tools of the trade and the fun could begin.

"Come out, come out - where ever you are."

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Dara listened intently as Miryan shared his past with her. He was very genuine and passionate about speaking regarding his life story. She saw him smile and blush slightly as he paused ::

"Oh you're not babbling at all, Miryan. I was enjoying hearing about your homeland and learning about you.. after all this time. Please, if there is more, you don't have to stop."

:: Just then their meal arrived, a white fish platter with rice was set down in front of her and he received his chicken and vegetable stir-fry with a side order of rice. Dara smiled up at Miryan as she reached for her dining utensils ::

"Mm, this looks delicious."

[Dark Lady Zena]

Pacing their room, Zena patiently waited for Alana and Chaos to get ready. She was all set to disembark, and gather information crucial for the Sith Empire and the discovery of her Master's whereabouts.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

Vega spotted Tempist and walked over to him, giving a light nod in greeting. A deep, yet quiet, laugh rumbled in his chest as he cast a glance over the area - it seemed Murdoch had not yet arrived.

"This shall truly be most entertaining..."

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana walked into the room dressed in a black body suit. "Ok what's the plan I worry for my master and we need to get going. So what's the plan?" She asked looking from Zena to Chaos. Alana grabbed her protective suit off the back of the chair as tied it around her waist. She did not want to be caught without it in case the sun rose when she was out with the others.

[Dark Lady Zena]

Zena eyed Alana's suit and thought she may get hot in that, but figured vampyres had different metabolisms. She felt comfortable in her shorts and midriff shirt, wearing sandals, looking if she was ready to go to the beach.

"Its all I had." she sighed peering down at her attire.

"When ever Chaos is ready. You ready team leader?" she looked over at Chaos still making plans.

[Rama]

"sir........we are more then likely visable to any other ships scans?"



Ok.........Give me a scan of the closr by Orbit area.......We are looking for Debris feilds.


"THere are the remains of a ship 30 clicks on our 6 o'clock."

Make for it........that outta sheild us from the scanners.

:: The Ship zips off into the debris field and matches it's speed and orbit. ::

Keep an eye out for Master Shadowtide's ship ISSAI.

"Yes, Sir"

[Chaos Alexander]

::Chaos got a quick shower and dressed. He oppened the bathroom down when he was done. He ran his fingers through his hair to make sure it was dry. Confirming it was, Chaos took out his Light Saber and placed it in a holster on his back. He pulled on his shirt and got some credits out of his bag.::

"We shall check the local shops first. I will pretend to be bored while you two look around. Doing so will keep me from lookin' out of place when I just look at random things, and will allow you two lovely ladies to find out any and all you can about strange people walking around."

::Chaos opened the door and held it open.::

"After you."

[Alisa Sha]

~Alisa and Xavier travel without any interruptions and arrive just outside orbit when a transmission light blinks on the console. Reaching over to access the message, Alisa sees that it is from Lord DarkStar and the two Sith Warriors listen to the transmission in its entirety before looking at each other with concern. Alisa speaks quietly.~

"We better go. It seems we are behind schedule, Xavier."

~The ship lands smoothly, and grabbing the necessary supplies, the two Sith make their way down the ramp and to the harbor at the exact coordinates sent by Lord DarkStar. A powerful presence in the darkness suddenly makes itself known. Alisa and Xavier turn to see Lord DarkStar slowly approaching.~

"Greetings, Lord DarkStar. We are here and awaiting further instructions."

[Xavier Sadow]

Xavier stands tall beside Alisa. He tosses the sides of his trenchcoat back slightly before crossing his arms over his chest, the hilt of the saber being shown for less than a second. He bows slightly to DarkStar, his eyes staying upon him throughout the bow.

"Greetings, Lord DarkStar..."

[Nayala Palain]

The Sith Knight was on her way home from a personal weekend alone. Within her ship her computer notified her off a mission the Empire had taken. Wanting in on the job she called her Master on a secure comm and was told to meet up with Lord Darkstar and two warriors.


It only took Athena about 1 standard hour to reach the planet and land her ship.

She exited the ship dressed in her normal leather and decked out in weapons. The man asking for papers, smiled as she walked past him.. a wave of her hand and a wink the man had forgotten just what he was going to ask of her.

She walked down the street and looked for a perfect place to meet up with the Lord and Warriors.

She stepped from the space-port and then turned to see the trio she was here to meet up with.

" Lord Darkstar, Xavier, Alisa... A good trip I hope."

[Lord DarkStar]

DarkStar stared at, or rather through the two warriors. Alisa and Xavier shifted uncomfortably under the Lord's gaze. The moment streached on, at last Athena joined them, finally the ancient Sith moved. He bowed to all three of them, it was a low bow, lower than Xaviers and his eyes did leave theirs.

"So glad you could all make it...security is beginning to tighten, they have found the bodies of some security guards I was forced to dispatch when I arrived,"

He turned, motioning for them to walk at his sides. He headed towards the harbour, continuing to speak as he walked.

"We have been asigned the task of watching the harbour, we need to know all traffic in and out of the major harbours and anything that could be supply lines for illiset dealings,"

As they neared the harbour district a man stepped from behind a crate, a small knife concealed in his hand. When he saw the four Sith walking calmly down the street with the confident air of people who knew how to fight he changed his mind and began to back away behind the crate again.

Moving with speed that suprised not only the man but the other three Sith, DarkStar crossed the gap between himself and the man, rapping his hand around his throat DarkStar lifted the struggling man off the floor. Struggling for breath the man swiped his blade at DarkStar, with a grin the Sith caught his arm and snapped it. He man tried to scream but found his oxygen supply too limited by the Force Vampyre's hand.

The blade clattered noisily to the cobbled floor but the sound was almost entirely drowned out by the struggling of the man. DarkStar pushed him against the nearest crate and glared at him.

"How much did you hear? Tell me..."

DarkStar hissed the last two words and released some of the pressure on the man's throat. He gasped for breath and stammered out an answer.

"Harbour...illicit trade,"

He took another deep breath, about to continue when the Sith Lord sighed,

"You heard too much I'm afraid,"

He said, an obvious sadness in his voice. He could have done with feeding, but to do so would reveal his pressence on the planet, instead of some nameless killer. That he wanted to avoid. He sighed again and snapped the man's neck with a single twist of his wrist. There was a loud snapping sound, DarkStar released the body and let it drop to the floor.

He turned to the other Sith and sighed again,

"A needless death, would one of you mind helping me with this body, sling one arm over your shoulder, i'll sling one over mine, we can pretend he's drunk then throw him into the harbour, anyone finds him, they'll think he fell and broke his neck,"

Sighing for a final time DarkStar lifted the body and slung an arm over his shoulder.

[Salem Ave]

In the baggage room all was silent. Boxes and packages of every size were placed all around the room. It was apparent from a fleeting glance that there was a tonnes worth of luggage present, all from tourist flights heading into Spira. They poured in like parasites to the resorts on the islands, getting ready to lay themselves out to bake and burn in the sun for a fortnight. Their skin would swelter and boil, yet they did not care - they simply allowed the sun to slowly kill them, bit by bit, cell by cell. Constant death.

It had taken him some doing, but he'd accomplished it. After receiving late word from the Council of an apparent dangerous situation, Salem had found his briefing card stashed into one of the draws of his HQ room. It stated that he was assigned to Lord Phantoms team, alongside Xanatos and Sieken. He didn't know the first two, but the later he remembered as being his Master's other apprentice.

The first apprentice was not in the room now, but the two others were. From inside the crater that he stowed away in, Salem could feel their Force signatures; Lord and ... Warrior possibly.

"Lord Phantom..."

A hoarse whisper came from the left and one of the crate tops eased open. A pair of solid black eyes peered out into the light.

[imported_Blade Ice]

(blade sensed snacks presence as he got to his room. blade left the room open knowing snack would be right behind him. blade threw his stuff on the bed and looked around the fairly good sized room. )


yes this will do nicely now all i need is to find out where Jared is at.

(blade sat down in a nearby chair awaiting snack's arrival patiently

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*The lift stopped with a jerking shake, before lighlty lowering the few inches it needed to be no the same plain as the second floor, floor. The doors opened, allowing Snack to step out. He looked down the long hallway, first to his left then to his right, then center at the wall a few paces in front of him. Fixed on to the wall were two arrow, each pointing in the opposite direction. The top one had rooms 200 through 250 to the left, and the bottom one had 251 through 299 to the right. *

213, Hmm... guess it's that way.

*Snack began making his long walk to Blade's room, humming a tune as he walked. It took a while, but Snack finally made it. He looked at the door's number once before giving a knock. It was the right room. He knocked twice.*

[Xanatos Etanial]

::Xanatos failed to hear the sound of the voice above him to the side. Instead his eyes were focused intently on a trio of baggage clerks. At their feet lay X's bags. And in the largest's hands was Etanial's ancestral sword. His eyes narrowed as he watched for a few brief moments as he played with the weapon. X slowly stalked his way over::

"That item happens to be a family heirloom. And I would appreciate it if you would put it back in its bag."

::The three clerks looked over towards X and sneered, before going back to their 'playing'. X's hand tightened into a fist as a snarl came over his face, he fought it back, keeping his composure and brought his hand to the side of the leader's face::

"Hand me my sword please."

::X tapped out, negotiating the feeble minded creature's thoughts::

"Al... alright..."

::He slowly handed the blade back to Etanial, despite his friends looks of shock and taunts to keep it. Xanatos gave him a smile and looked around, there had to be one here somewhere, somewhere... close... but where? Ah. There it was.::

"Pick that blaster up."

::Xanatos ordered to the one he had under his control, as he pointed to a blaster rifle that layed a few feet back. The man walked over and picked up the weapon.::

"Now. Shoot your friends there."

::Two shots rang out in the baggage area, followed by the sound of two falling bodies::

"Very good. Now place the barrel of the blaster under your chin, and pull the trigger."

::The man obeyed, though Etanial noticed a look of worry, as sweat began to form on his brow. His hand shook slightly, somewhere in this man's subconscious he was fighting the command, but he simply did not have the mental strength to disobey the will of the Sith before him. And then another shot rang out, followed by a final body falling. Then all was silent. Etanial packed his weapon back into it's long duffle case and flung it over his shoulder, walking back to where his friend Phantom had stood and watched, a satisfied grin on his face::

[imported_Blade Ice]

(blade heard the knock on the door but blade already knew who it was.)


The doors Open snack.(blade yelled)

(as snack opened the door he could clearly see blade sitting in a chair with a hawain shirt on and kaki pants also a pair of black shades and a cap on.)

so where are we supose to find jared at?

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana grabbed her small satchel with her specialized lightsaber in it and moved out the door. She gave Chaos a smile. "Time to go and make them pay hmm. Lets go have some fun with theses foolish children." She said as she walked out the door laughing...

[Phantom]

:: Phantom nodded to Xanatos as he watched him kill the others. His eyes glow red as he hears a voice, Phantom connects to Xanatos through the force ::

Someone is watching...

:: Phantom reaches out through the force and locates another force signature. The Lord reaches into his cloak and removes a long black throwing dagger, with out swift motion the dagger is in mid-air. It slams into the crate that the Sith is hidding in ::

Who are you??

:: He says in a deep and sinister voice ::

[Miryan no Trunks]

... Indeed? Well then excuse my self doubt..

*His expression echoed the lightheartedness of the statement, just the slightest hint of a blush adding tone again to his cheeks. Compliments were another thing he was unused to in social situations.*

*Continuing to speak, MnT was in mid-sentance when the food arrived, but he paid it little attention, until he was finished.*

... But what about yourself, Mistress Shadowtide? What of- thank you- your home and childhood, if I may inquire? I'm afraid I cannot think of any more points of interest about my own currently..

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Dara dined on her meal and checked a holopad that the serving droid dropped off. They were coming upon Spira within the hour and had just enough time to finish their meal before arrival. She looked up at Miryan with a smile ::

"Hm, let's see.. well I was born and raised on the small agricultural planet called Garqi and grew up in a home along the ocean. The water is like a second home to me and that's probably why I chose Tides as my home. There are many similarities there. I never knew my mother.. she.. died in childbirth.."

:: She looked down for a moment before returning her eyes to his and continuing, dining on her meal now and then ::

"However I spent most of my time with my father who was a smuggler all throughout the galaxy. He began my weapons/self defense training and actually helped me first find my path in the Dark Side. However he was killed while we were on a smuggling trip and I have not found his murderers yet.. I see the shadowy outlines of their faces in my dreams though.. someday, I will find them.."

:: Dara took a drink of her wine and smiled slightly as they finished their meal, realizing her rather grim tale had started to put a damper on things when a buzzer sounded indicating they were in orbit of Spira. She rose from her chair and looked over to Miryan ::

"I guess we have arrived at last, Lord Miryan. Let's head up to the main cabin and prepare to land at the space port."

:: Upon arriving at the command cabin, chimes sounded and an automated welcome message played over the holonet ::

<font color=blue>Greetings and welcome to your galactic getaway on the tropical islands of Spira. Walk along the gleaming white sand as your feet traipse through the azure water of the tides, take a planetary cruise or watch the annual Regatta, dance the night away in the galactic disco located in the Aspire Plunge Casino, snorkel and splash your way around the Shinkai Abyss - but look out for those Camray eels! or simply laze the day away on the endless beaches of our islands. No matter what your dream vacation is, Spira has an island for you. We here at Universal Travel Agency want to make your stay a pleasant one, so if we can be of assistance in confirming your reservations or providing you with just the perfect transport while on our planet, please contact us at Beta channel 328.3627. Thank you and enjoy your stay.</font>

:: She laughed lightly and looked over at Miryan ::

"I'm not sure I have ever been to a vacation planet. I think this will prove to be an interesting experience to say the least."

:: She sat down in the command chair and began to prepare the ship for landing as various coordinates and security codes were transmitted back and forth ::

[Rama]

"Well it's about time"

:: Rama's voice comes over Dara's comm on a secure channel.

"I've been sitting out here forever........"

[Miryan no Trunks]

... I am sorry to hear that about your parents, and offer my help, if ever I can be of use in the locating of the smugglers, or whomever it may have been..

*As he spoke, he relished the flavor of his stir-fry. The chicken had absorbed mild tones from the different vegetables, and vice-versa, making every ingrediant quite tasteful, and well complimented by each other. In turn, the rice provided a pleasent opposite, the light yet pleasent flavor only seeming richer in comparison, while having the same effect on the stir-fry itself. In fact, the only complaint he had about the meal, was that he did not have longer period of time in which to enjoy it*

*No sooner had he taken the last bite into his mouth, than was their proximity to the planet made aware, by a quiet buzzing. The two stood and, with a nod, MnT followed Dara into the control room. Almost immediately following their arrival, a rather tacky message from the department of tourism squawked it's way through the com..*

*As it winded to a close, Dara's laughter was met with light chuckling on MnT's part. The message had been rather humerous..*

.. Indeed... It will be a nice change, I think, from the regular routine back at the old HQ..

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

"I agree."

:: Dara smiles at Miryan and then sees a dark crimson light begin flashing on the console.. an incoming transmission on the Council channel. Slipping on the headset, she plays the message and grins as she hears Rama's voice. Miryan had begun to walk around securing various items for their upcoming landing as she speaks quietly to Rama ::

"Well you know, going to a vacation planet and all.. I had to make sure I packed all the right things to wear. Gotta blend in with the tourists you know. So, have you heard from Jedah yet or seen any sign of him?"

[Rama]

"VACATION! you call this a Vacation? And no I havn't.....I havn't even made it to the surface yet. Waiting to see what the plan was...but I guess you plans are hanging out in all the shops and seeing all the sights from the sound of it."

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Dara sighs loudly enough for him to hear her irritated breathing on his end of the transmission ::

"I didn't say vacation, I said trip to a vacation planet.. And no, I'm not going to go shopping and all that other boring stuff. I'm going to be going to visit the underwater chasm with a few fellow members to see if we can find whether Jedah's ship crashed or any signs of his arrival here."

:: She paused for a moment before continuing ::

"If you don't have a specific plan yet, there are still two islands that need investigated. Dyne should be making his way there as well if you want to meet up with him and see what you guys can find out."

[Dark Lady Zena]

Zena packed her double bladed light saber hilt in her carry bag, all she would need if faced against some opposition. She then walked with Chaos and Alana to their designated rendezvous point.

"Children in awe, is what they will be left as when we get through with them."

She laughed with Alana as she slapped Chaos' back she was ready.

[Sumor Rayial]

It had been several hours since Sumor had made his brief return to the Council Room of the Sith Empire. Brief because as soon as he returned he found himself, like many of the other members of the empire called to a greater duty.

As his new ship, still unnamed, blasted through hyperspace Sumor simply watched the timer on the hyperdrive controls as the numbers counted down the hours until he arrived in the Spira system.

As he watched the numbers he was filled with mixed thoughts, his destiny had been laid out before him, and he knew now why he was brought to the Empire again, but that return brought changes with it, and those changes were going to become evident practically the moment the ship dropped out of hyperspace. How long could he put them off in the guise of searching for his missing comrade? That was a question that Sumor had yet to answer himself, but according to the numbers counting downward he had a little over 4 hours to determine one.

[Alisa Sha]

~Alisa quickly steps forward and assists Lord DarkStar. She slips under the man's other lifeless arm and helps support his unmoving form until they reach the edge of the docks. She looks over to DarkStar and as he gives the signal with a quick nod, they release the body and it slumps downward to land with a splash into the dark waters where it sinks from view. The Sith Warrior turns back to him as they walk back over to where Athena and Xavier are standing.~

"Will we be splitting up into pairs, Lord DarkStar? Or do you have an area of the harbor you have assigned to each of us to investigate?"

[Salem Ave]

Salem shrunk back somewhat as the dagger embedded itself in the box. The tip of the blade was mere inches from his chest.

"Sssalem Ave," he hissed, purely out of anger at almost being impaled.

"Lord Phantom," he continued, "The Council have assigned me to your team for this mission..."

There was a pause as the Disciple hefted himself out of the crate into the room with the others.

"You will have to pardon my lateness, as I found out about the excursion late and had to ... hitch a ride, as it were."

The boy remained lethargic in his facial expressions, staring up into the shadows of Phantoms cowl.

[Lord DarkStar]

DarkStar watched the body sink from view before turing to answer Alisa. As he opens his mouth to speak his comm bleeps. Swearing DarkStar looked down. A grin spread acorss his face, it was not a pleasent grin, the assembled Sith knew it boded ill for someone.

"I was going to assign pairs...but I need to investigate this information, and I need to do it alone. In my absense Athena is in charge. I want you three to check this harbour and the one on the nearest island, look for anything suspicious and record everything, suspicious or no."

He looked down to where he had just dropped the body of the thief.

"There is something wrong here, very wrong, I can feel it. Be careful, all of you. Watch your own backs and watch your companions backs as well."

He stared into the mirky depths of the water, the moment streached on, finally he looked up, out over the harbour, a small vessel was headed their way but behind it rolled the thickest fog the Sith had ever seen. Shortly the craft pulled up under the pier. It was maned by two of DarkStar's plain clothed Stormtroppers. With a single flex of his muscles the Sith Lord lept from the pier to the vessel. As the craft turned to head out he turned to speak to the Sith again as the fog rolled over him, his words driffed back to them as he was hidden from sight,

"Trust no one, not everything is as it seems..."

[Nayala Palain]

At the moment Athena was wondering if she should even trust Darkstar. His actions where rather odd all of a sudden.

Then turning she looked at the other two.

" Why me in charge? Sheesh I only find trouble. "

She turned and started to walk towards the ports and motioned for the other two to come along with her.

Athena took a seat ontop of some crates and made herself comfy. She watched the harbor and waited for a sign of something.

[Phantom]

Very Well, Welcome aboard...

:: Th Sith Lord motions to his side ::

...This is Xanatos.

:: Phantom rises up to where the crate lies, he grabs the handle of his dagger and removes it from the box ::

[Severen Morkonis]

I was makeing my way to the meeting point, where phantom and Xanteos was and where phantom had told us to meet which of course was in the baggage section the the space port.

' Okay im here Phantom....i have checked out the flight times as requested and all seems above board...however, i would like to take Salem with me and check out a flight that comes here in about 10 mintues, that has a unuseral amout of people on board for a cargo jet...i was a NR flight LT and on some cargo ships you get seats for the crew to fly, that crew helps load and unload the ships cargo...now..theres more people on there than there should be and there is NO cargo aboadno, when i looked at the cargo data pad the cargo was deemed "unspecifyied", noiw ive only seen that on pads when there carrying something military on board..or...there carrying troops about...so there ferrying something about that i think we need to know about...its up to you however your in charge.'

I looked at Salem and gave a nod

[Salem Ave]

"Xanatos."

He gave a nod to him and the Lord before looking over to Kasstra.

"Yesss ... I think it would be wise to observe that flight."

Salem's solid black eyes closed for a moment as he thought.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

As he had requested, a transport was being unloaded for each of the Sith who would be in his team. The swoop bikes were being lifted out of the cargo hold of the Fenix and lain down upon the grass by the automated lifting mechanism the ship had built into it. Vega watched the process for a moment, before turning back to Tempist.

"I'm afraid we are direly behind schedule, Opps."

Vega pulled out the small pack of datapads he had in the pouch at his waist and handed two to Tempist. Within them they held a map of the whole area the Sith would need to navigate, with highlighted spots and mission briefs available at a simple touch of the screen. Two beacons flashed red; these dots signified where Vega and Tempist were. A third dot, not illuminated, was positioned in the center of the screen. Once Daegal arrived, this dot too would become blinking. This tracking feature of the datapads would be most useful, Vega had thought.

"Our objectives are to gain control of the resistance and security forces so that we can intercept any information that may be of use for finding Master Jedah,"

The Sith Lord slipped his datapad into his pocket and pulled his jacket around him more tightly, zipping it up.

"You'll find a route to a suspicious landing site on your datapads, Tempist. When Daegal arrives, give him one. We can use them to track each other."

Vega scooped his saber up off his belt and gripping it firmly in his right hand. He had no intention of igniting it, but he was sure he'd have some fun with it once they got into the main city area.

"I'm going to check out the police headquarters. You and Daegal can follow if you want, but I do suggest you attend to that crash site at some point."

With that he turned, jumped onto his swoop, and shot off in a cloud of dust.

[Lord DarkStar]

As the fog closed around him the Sith Lord pulled his cloak tighter. The fog was dense and cold, yet it was not the fog that caused a chill to run through his bones. Something was out of place, he had felt it a few minutes after landing and the feeling had gotten stronger the longer he had been on the planet. It was like a nagging at the back of his mind, that what he was seeing wasn't what was really there. Like someone had pulled the wool over his eyes.

The longer he thought about it the more convinced he became that he was being misled. At last he reached a single gloved hand out from under his cloak and placed it on the shoulder of the Stormtrooper piloting the boat. The man visably flinched at the touch of the Force Vampyre but craned his neck round to look at DarkStar none the less.

"Turn the boat around,"

DarkStar said very quietly, his cold green eyes narrowing to slits under the dark hood of his cloak.

"I've been tricked, someone has decieved me and when I find them, they will pay,"

Removing his hand from the pilot DarkStar placed it on the side of the vessel to steady himself as it turned and headed back the way they had come. He reached for his comm, then changed his mind. No sense letting his advasery know the game was up yet.

DarkStar concentrated hard, cloaking his vessel from all eyes, be they electronic, natural or born of the Force. With a single gesture he created an illusion of his vessel still heading the way they had originally gone.

The Sith's hand gripped the side of the boat tightly, crushing it slightly and causing vicious splinters to show around the edges of his gloves. The calm the Sith usually radiated was gone, replaced with a seething anger. Anger at his foe, anger at himself for being tricked.

For a Sith anger is strength, the more angry DarkStar became the more aware he became of what had been nagging him. Something was hidded and hidden well, even from the assassin trained eyes of the Sith Lord. He cursed. He had to get back to Athena, Alisa and Xavier before it was too late. Before what ever was hidden decided to show its self and with it its claws.

[Phantom]

:: Phantom nods in agreement with Sieken ::

" Very Well. Good Work Sieken. Take Salem and found out whats in that ship. Remember limit the killing, we don't want to give away we're here. "

:: Phantom looks to Xanatos ::

" Lets go, we have much to do. "

[Jared Mriad]

After about an hour of so of staring out the main veiwport, conversing, and playing a bit of poker, Jared became a bit bored. Winding through the crowds he slowly made his way to the elevators and stepped in one. Randoming pressing a button, Level 2, and resting against the back of the elevator as the dreaded music played.

Fishing out another cigarette from his coat, Jared waited for the stop on the second floor. By the time he had smoke the white cig. down to about half way, The elevator had stopped on the 2nd floor and let it's passengers out. Continuing down the hall, Jared faced a fork, a sign read:

<-- 200 - 250
251 - 299 -->

Jared stared at the sign for a few minutes before going left, tossing the used cigarrette out into a corner.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Having finished securing the various things they had brought for the mission, MnT walked back into the control room with a duffel bag over his shoulder, and made sure he would not be interrupting Dara in the middle of a conversation, before speaking..*

... Everything's ready, Mistress Shadowtide. What is the ETA, if I might inquire? I must admit, I'm somewhat anxious to begin..

[Kekoa Alkarin]

:: From Kekoa’s command post, she relayed a final message to her Master’s console, as all the technical data downloads from the source Planet were completed. She posted a holopad message and sent a droid to find Sith Master Shadowtide. Kekoa stood from her seat and thanked the Officer on duty for the use of the terminal. She cleared all traces of her work and had encrypted the last remaining files. ::

:: Kekoa proceeded out of the communications sector and headed to the main control room/bridge area. Soon, the young Sith Disciple spotted her Master in the command chair and Sith Lord Miryan no Trunks standing close by upon entering the area. Kekoa stepped around the Guards on duty, as they let her pass by. Then, Kekoa immediately went to both of them and knelt down on the deck after her Master was finished with a secured discussion. Upon standing once again, Kekoa reported to her Master that all the necessary specifics on the Planet were download and sent to her Master’s main console. If needed, the data was compressed into a few holopads for portable use. And that any remaining gear needed was waiting for them in the cargo bay. ::

[Sumor Rayial]

Sumor had spent the last several hours of his trip examining the data files on his new ship. What he had found was truly a work of technological art. Not only did the ship have a state of the art cloaking system, but advanced shields, sensors and engines. To top it all off the system was totally controlled by a sophisticated voice recognition system that he had calibrated to his voice during the final hour of the journey.

A journey of which the first part was about to end. The hyperdrive alarm began flashing as the ship neared the jump point. Deciding to test the new voice system Sumor keyed in the correct commands to bring the system fully online.

"Align hyperspace jump with chronometer and initiate jump."

"Hyperspace jump aligned and in process." Came the computers female voice.

Sumor watched as the chronometer counted down to zero. As soon as the clock only showed zeros, the stars in the sky began to turn from streaks back into single dots. Sumor grinned wickedly at the success of the system.

"Engage cloaking device."

"Cloaking device engaged."

With the ship cloaked again Sumor decided to see what kind of sensor capabilities. He did not understand how the sensors could see through the cloaking device in this ship, just that it could and it had something to do with the different type of cloak that it was. No matter how it did it, the sensors were amazing. Their field of sight was far superior to anything in a craft of the same size.

Setting the sensors to search for ships bearing the TSE IFF transponder codes Sumor searched the system. One ship heading for the planet caught his eye. The computer had classified it "Gamma 4".

"Computer, plot intercept course with Gamma 4."

"Acknowledged."

As the ship sailed through the vastness of space towards Spira, Sumor's ship moved into the ships upper left quadrant at a range of approximately 100 meters.

"Match course and speed of Gamma 4."

"Acknowledged."

Sumor planned to follow the ship all the way to the ground. It would not only be his ticket past any planetary defenses that might exist around the planet, but also so much more.

[Rama]

"Im on it"

:: The voice cracked back over Dara's Comm. ::


"If you see Dyne tell him to be on the look out for me."


:: With that a streak shot out of a nearby debris feild and headed for the planet. It was only a few mins till the Phoenix was flying along one of the planets many oceans way to low. In fact the ship's exaust was kicking up waves on the Surface. It was Dangerous, but something that had to be done. He had to stay under any Radar that might be sent out from the approaching island. ::

"ISSAI............Perpare for a water landing."

<font color=blue> "A Water landing sir? Are you sure that is wise, we have never attempted such a thing" </font>

"JUst do it ok!"

<Font color=Blue> "Yes Sir." </font>


:: the Ship slowed about 30 meters from the surface and then come to hover. Large Inflateable Pantoons exploded from the sides of the ship and inflated to their full capacity. Then the ship gentley set down in the water ::

"You know i amazed even myself with I desgined this ship."


:: Rama Laughed to himself. Then went back to the cargo area. Inside a hover sled was being powered up. Rama walked over to the door and it slide open and helooked out on the calm water. ::

"After Im clear, seal up the engine and fill the Balast with water and sink the ship ISSAI.......and then await my orders."

<Font color=blue> "As you wish sir" </font>


:: Rama jumped on to the sled and it took off out of the ship and headed towards land. Behind him he heard the cargo doors shut and the sound of air escapeing from the Pantoons and then the sound of the something sinking below the surface. ::

[Nayala Palain]

Athena sat there and watched the sea's tide drift in and out. Nothing came towards the shore and even worst nothing left the shore other then Darkstar.

As she wait she looked over at the two warriors. Then in the distance she could hear the sound of a boat. Although it was not heard from a normal persons ears, but those of a lady with the Force running threw hers so not to miss anything.

Athena looked around and saw nothing. That didn't mean they were not out there. Just that they had not shown their face.

Her natural reaction was and as she did. Gripped her saber blades. Her blood red blade's hilt in her right hand, held reverse style. And her Violet blade held within her left, in a traditional way.

[Rama]

:: The Hover sled come to a rest on the beach of the fae away island.....or so it had seemed from the cargo hold of his ship. Now he was on land. He quickly went to gathter drift wood and leaves from the local tress. After the sled was well hidden, he began his walk in towards the middle of island. ::

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Dara smiled ::

"Will do, Rama. Dara out."

:: She took off the headset and turned to Miryan and Kekoa who had been readying the ship for landing ::

"We will be landing within the half hour. Now since we are going to be on the surface, I don't want any questions or accidental discoveries by whoever is going to greet us on the planet, so I'm going to finish the last of the preparations here with a few special gadgets my father had installed when this ship's primary purpose was for smuggling."

:: The Sith Master winked and turned around to depress a series of coded entries. Panels on the walls began to spin and flip around as an unfamiliar series of markings were revealed. They heard another metallic sound outside the ship as its identification markings were also altered. Dara smiled at her passengers ::

"If you all will now take your seats, it is time to prepare for landing. I just need to send a quick transmission to Sith Disciple Vakhar Azkarel who will be joining us. Oh by the way, Sith Lord Miryan no Trunks this is one of my apprentices Sith Disciple Kekoa Alkarin."

:: Dara sent the coordinates to Vakhar's vessel so that he could rendezvous with them at the spaceport. After sending the proper landing codes, she made the final calculations and the ship began to descend onto the planet Spira ::

[Alisa Sha]

~Alisa nodded to Lord Dagger, and then watched the Sith Lord disappear into the murky darkness. She turned back to look at Athena and Xavier.~

"Is there anywhere you would like me to check out, Athena? He did say you were kind of in charge now and all."

~She smiled at Athena.~

[Nayala Palain]

Just keep your eyes on the water. Something is deathly wrong around here. And hopefully not out deaths.

[Lord DarkStar]

DarkStar could feel his enemy now, they were so busy hiding themselfs that they weren't looking round them. Carefully, so as to avoid the few defences they had out he reached to Athena with the Force

Move, quickly and quietly, get away from the dock, meet me back at the space port, you know which hanger

Withdrawing quickly DarkStar made sure he was still unobserved. He had an inkling what they faced now, the style was remanis of something he had faced before, but he wasn't sure enough to alert Dara. Not yet anyway.

He tapped the Stormtrooper on the shoulder and motioned for him to change course for another part of the harbour, closer to the space port.

As the small craft rounded a headland DarkStar knew he was right. He could feel them closer now almost pick them out of the crows of dock workers he could see.

Dark Jedi, three of them, none of them had noticed him yet though and he intended to keep it that way. DarkStar pushed out with the Force, skirting the defences of the Dark Jedi on the dock and touched the mind of Dara Shadowtide.

Dark Jedi, on the docks,

Not wishing to be noticed he withdrew as soon as his message had been delivered without waiting for and answer. Fixing his eyes on the men he marked them. As soon as he got back to his ship he would send the Stormtroopers to track them. Hopefully they would lead him to a bigger group. Then he could cause some havok.

Smiling he watched Athena lead the two warriors away from the docks and back towards the space port, away from the Dark Jedi on the docks.

[Nayala Palain]

Athena hated to leave anything. She thought about sending the two warriors on their way, but if one got hurt how would she tell their Master.

Athena followed as Alisa lead the trio back to the spaceport.

[Dyne Darkforce]

A small flash of light can be seen in the midst of the vastness of space. The Lionheart slowed down and jumped out of hyperspace. In front of the ship, many TSE ships could be seen in the distance. The ship was sleak and stylish after a re-haul done earlier by Dyne himself. It glided smooth across space, the engine making virtually no sound. The streaks of stars quickly turned into scattered dots all around him. Performing a barrel roll, the throttle on Dyne's ship came down considerably. He closed in on the other ships, realizing he was probably one of the last to arrive. After receiving the news of this misson, he quickly made his way to the destination.

The Lionheart was equipped with state of the art sensors, weapon systems, targeting computer, and shields. He also tested his cloaking system which was on currently to be on the safe side of things. It was always good to make sure you ship was in good working order, because anything unexpected could happen. Plus Dyne liked to keep his ship in good condition anyway, so it wasnt much trouble. The Lionheart had been with him for a long time now, since the beginning. It was like his best companion in the life he was in.

Other matters had Dyne pre-occupied even though he wanted to make his way there as soon as possible. It didnt matter because he was near now, and knew what squad he was assigned too as well. Rama he had the opportunity to team up with before, but Lana was a different story. She was a relatively new recruit to TSE and it was going to be interesting for them to work together for the first time. This would give him the chance to work with her and get to know the new recruit better. Dyne ordered his onboard R2 droid to give him a status report on his ship.

"Give me a status report on the ship systems."

His droid made a series of noises, signaling Dyne that all was in good order. He looked ahead of him and nodded before switching his targeting computer on. A grin formed over his lips while rotating his neck slightly. The Sith Knight wanted to get a hold of his master's ship before landing. He wasnt quite sure as to where Sith Master Rama would be. Maybe she could give him coordinates for his system so he could catch up with him. Looking out the cockpit, he made the ship ready for landing on Spira.

He was given a brief report on the planet and on the overall misson, all there was left to do was to carry it out. The Sith knight took a moment to glance out into space. Dyne always took the brief time to do this whenever it was time to carry out a task. It was infinite, space was never-ending and he never ceased to be amazed by it. The next thing he did was give all his focus on the goal at hand. He knew if he tapped into the Dark Side and concentrated that he would perfom better. Dyne closed his eyes, feeling the Dark Side flow through his mind and body.

Opening his eyes again, he prepared to contact his master's bridge in hopes to see what the status of the misson was. The knight keyed some operations into the datapad for his comlink to contact Dara. He could see her ship in the distance, as it was rather grand. Dyne had the pleasure of taking a look at it and the inside as well in the past. If he remembered correctly, it was called the Resilience. Some static came up but soon cleared away as he was given a clear channel. He spoke into the com with a rather low voice, asking if they could hear him.

"Resilience, come in, this is Dyne speaking."

He went back and awaited now patienly for a reply back to his ship. If Dara was on the bridge, the knight was sure she would reply promptly. She probably would even know what his question was going to be, what master wouldnt know his or her pupil? Dyne shook his head and laughed slightly to himself at that thought. There was always a million things running across his mind, he was just used to having them there now. The key was to think clearly even with all those thoughts to make sure he does what he does well.

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: The Corellian corvette named the Resilience descended slowly from the depths of space through the atmosphere on a direct path to the main island of Ataria on Spira. As the wispy clouds set against the blue sky obscured the main viewport of the ship, a small patch of condensation began to build up on the window. The radiant sunlight suddenly shone through and a multicolor prism reflected its hue all throughout the command cabin.

As she looked over and smiled at her fellow comrades of the Empire, Dara turned her attention back to the control panel and proceeded to guide the ship to the assigned docking area in the spaceport. Once the former smuggling vessel had landed, she powered down the engines and entered a sequence of codes to secure the rest of the interior cabins and exterior storage compartments.

As she rose from her chair, Sith Master Shadowtide noticed a comms port light flashing and flipped the channel open. She heard a familiar voice and smiled ::

<font color=blue>"Resilience, come in, this is Dyne speaking." </font>

"Resilence here, Dyne. Dara speaking. Good to hear from you. I'll be transmitting Rama's coordinates if you are ready to rendezvous with his team. Please advise. Over."

[Severen Morkonis]

' Oh...dont worry about us Mr.Phantom...we can take care of it with minimum loss of life' i gave a wide sercastic grin to all 3 of them and gave a sharp nod to my partner on this mission in the direction of the tarmac was so we can wait for the craft.

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne received an answer rather promptly and sure enough, it was Dara. He opened the channel back up to her ship to get the coordinates to his system. Dyne let the static clear again before he spoke. It seemed she had already landed upon the planet and that is where she was speaking from.

"Ready for the coordinates master, send it when you are ready."

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Taking up a spot in the chairs alongside the wall, MnT reached up and grasped the clasp that would strap him in. Fixing it securely to the seat, the soft click was drowned out by Dara requesting that they take their seats. A light grin etched across his face, which stayed as she introduced him to her apprentice, Kelkoa Alkarin.*

... Tis a pleasure to meet you, lady Alkarin.. Forgive me for not bowing but-

*-He gestured towards the straps holding him against the chair-*

- It would be a fairly difficult gesture at present..

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

"Coordinates being transmitted now, Dyne. Dara out."

:: Dara glanced over her shoulder to see Miryan and Kekoa exchanging introductions and then not seeing a recent transmission from Vakhar yet on the communications log, she sent out a direct message to him on the TSE channel ::

"Vakhar, come in. This is Dara. Over?"

[Lana Westbrooke]

Her eyes shot up to gaze through the front of her ship as it roared to life. Lana grinned mischievously and looked around her new possession 'Dark Apocalypse' with a rare and never-before-seen glee. Her first actual ship to accompany her first actual mission...
There was no doubt that the Sith Disciple was excited by the new feeling of adrenaline.
She hopped up from her seat in the cockpit and ran through the ship one last time, checking on gauges, supplies, and other gadgets that would help her along on this trip. The list had been checked about 4 times-- By now, she was certain she had everything, and forgot nothing.
After the brief moment of reassurance, she was back in the cockpit, seated in her throne. Her eyes gazed on at the many controls with the same childish wonder she found in herself when she first joined TSE. Lana let out a heavy but contempt sigh and strapped herself into her seat. She then flicked a few switches here and there on the main controls, flawless, and felt the ship rise from it's reserved spot at the Shipyards. Flicking another switch with a free hand while holding onto the steering with the other, Lana and her ship were out of sight in less time than it took for her to blink her eyes, out of hyperspace and into a distant beyond.
Through a dark and silent sort of heaven, Dark Apocalypse cut through the stars as the young disciple admired her surroundings. It’s been so long, but she hadn’t yet forgotten the presence of the sky she’d grown to have a lust for. Delicate in every possible way, she was envious to its splendor. The velvety blanket grasped tightly to her and her chauffeur as they were led by unseen forces through the night.
Feeling at ease, Lana traced her finger over the Comm system before enabling it. Lana looked down at the prompter as it typed out its message:

Scanning channel...

She gripped the CB receiver in her hand. She had to contact someone... Even if she would prefer spending time reacquainting herself with her long lost love for the lengths of outer space.

Word had it back at TSE that most of the teams had already left. Lana felt embarrassed that she was one of the last, and she needed to head out as soon as possible. What a way to make a first impression, she thought to herself before trying her luck for contact to someone. Being late is always the way to impress those of a higher authority...

—Channel found through to TSE registered ship, Lionheart--

The Comm prompter bleeped at its discovery of a nearby link. She scanned over the briefing before slipping into thought again. ”I remember being told the ships at TSE during one of the many tours I took. The Lionheart...Owned by Dyne Darkforce. Yes, I remember perfectly.”
...And Lana flipped yet another switch before talking into the CB Mic.

“—Mr. Darkforce? This is Lana Westbrooke speaking. Please come in if I’m getting through all right. Over.”

[Rama]

"Well best to look fr the local wattering hole........Dyne will be looking for me and It's best o make it easy on him."

:: Rama walked up the and over the last part of the beach and a costal town sprung up before him. He moved into the streets of the town. it was long before he saw someone. ::


"Excuse me......"

:: It was no more then a boy......13 perhaps and when he saw Rama he backed away a bit. Rama just realized that boy wasn't scared because of his apperance, but because he could sense him. The boy ran off in the other direction. ::


"How odd......"

:: But really it wasn't, Force Sensative people popped up all over. Haveing Force Senseative parnets helped....if fact that was almost 100%, but a random one like this boy could have been just happened.....as was sometimes the nature of the force, but his opinon of the matter soon changed. ::

:: he contiuned on into the town...on his right a bar. "That would be the best place to wait for Dyne. Then he knew someone was watching him. He turned a looked back behind him. On the other side of the street a group children had gathered led by the one that had run away from him eariler. They stared at him. Soon he flet that they were trying to read him.....get into his mind. With that Rama let out a cry in each of their minds. It was different for each, but it was always something they were afraid of. The Children scattered and ran in all directions. ;:


"Well this is not random......" He said to himself as he entered the bar. "

[Daegal Murdoch]

"My apologies on my tardiness", Daegal said as he came up behind his friend, Tempist. "There were some difficulties on the ship."

Doing a quick weapons check and taking the datapad that Tempist handed him, Daegal grinned. "Anything else before we rock and roll, old friend?"

[Nathanial K'cansce]

We were to meet him on the fifth floor restaurant; not sure of the name. Come on.

*Snack said, motioning for BladeIce to exit his room and follow. He did so, and after closing and locking the door, the two headed back down the hall for the turbolifts.*

By the way, nice clothes.

*He smirked. It was a very odd occurance when a Sith was decked out in the latest of tourist gear. But, Snack thought, this was one of those times when attention did not need to be drawn to them. It was either that or all three in their Sith Robes. That would have looked great to local authorities.

Soon after Snack joked, He saw his apprentice, Jared, walking towards them. When they met up, Snack spoke.*

Got tired of waiting, eh? Heh. Well, now that we are all together we can figure out what to do. Did you spot anything worth of interest at the restaurant, Jared?

[Jared Mriad]

"Nothing in direct need of attention, although the food smelled pretty good, And a few guys set up a poker table. Other than that noting really big is going on up there." Jared fished in his pocket, a fresh set of credits brushed up against his hand reassuringly. "You should check the table out if it's still there, Pretty easy to win with those snoozers." Jared snickered a bit, then regained his posture.

[imported_Blade Ice]

(blade laughed at jareds comment.)

perhaps we will have to stop by for a little game. so then where to now snack since your the highest ranking your in charge.

(blade thought for a moment.)

we could go do some property damage?

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne left the channel open to Dara's ship as the coordinates came through to his navigation system. He punched in a few datapad commands and gave the ship a location to meet up with Rama. As the ship proceeded along, he got an incoming message from another member of TSE. It was Lana, and he expected her to contact him as she did. He opened his channel to her and spoke into the comlink in response.

"No need for formalities Lana....simply Dyne is fine with me."

He grinned slightly, waiting for her reply. She had to meet up with him before the two would accompany Rama. Dyne figured she wouldnt be too far off from him.

[Xavier Sadow]

Xavier walks next to Alisa. He rubs the inside corner's of his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. He cracks his neck lightly as he sighs, this wasn't the most interesting assignment.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

Noting Daegals arrival just as he was roaring the engine of the swoop bike he'd gotten onto. He nodded to the Warrior then pushed forward on the throttle of the transport, shooting off with a cloud of upturned earth in his wake.

For his part in this operation, he would be taking control of the security and defense forces, primarily the police headquarters, on the island. This was much different to his past objectives on operations - exploring labs on Garqi, rading warehouses on Hensara - but he was looking forward to it a lot. The buildings he would be tearing through would be full to the brim with triggerhappy rookies, a.k.a cannonfodder, all wanting to show off infront of their superiors.

As he tore off towards the settlement in the distance, Vega pushed the small comm on the dash of the bike on:

"Tempist, there might be a chance for you to toy with the officers minds using that shifting ability of yours. I'll be inside the main building on the top level - you and Daegal meet me there when you're done."

He cut off the transmission and increased speed, turning into the main streets. They weren't very heavily populated with traffic, and only tourists roamed the streets. To them, Vega must have just seemed like a crazy local, a little bit of entertainment or gossip for the day. He wasn't going to spawn a bloodbath here though, there would be plenty of time for that after the police had been taken care of.

[Rama]

:: Rama Come in and Sat in the back corner of the bar. It was dark and damp and nothing like the other settlements that were back on the mainland. This was as far away from the "Paradise" that planet was suppose to be. He looked around to the people around. None of them paid him any mind.....and none of them were like the Children outside. Speaking of which........


He turned and looked over his shoulder and there in the window were a group of the kids looking at him.


"They give you the creeps?"

:: Rama turned to see a Waitress had approached him. She was nice looking and seemed to not want to be in this place as much as he didn't want to. ::


"Me too, everyone around here kinda avoids them."

Where did they come from? :: Rama finally spoke. ::

"There is kind of Cult, that has taken up in the old ruins in the hills. A Couple of guys came into town a few years back.......took some of the women from around here with them and went up into the hills. These are their kids......they always send them, and never come down themselves.....well unless....."

::She stopped and looked at the window, and then got a panicy look on her face ::

"So what you have?"

:: Rama looked over at the Window. One of the children were just stareing at her. Rama soon got into his mind trying to get information, but he knew and ran. The woman watched this ad was a little less upset at seeing the Child run off. ::

"Wow......I mean thanks, but......"

But how did I do it? :: Rama Asked. :: he told you things in your mind didn't he? He told you not to tell me anymore.

:: She seemed shocked then nooded Yes. ::


Do you have Ord Mantell Vodka?

:: See seemed to straighten up at this actual question. ::


"No.....only the Fancy places on he mainland have that. "

then just bring me something wet......I'll trust you to make it something good.

"I got just the thing." She said with a grin.


:: Rama watched as she left......in the far corner a band was setting up. ::

[Vakhar Azkarel]

Streaking across a pallet of wispy billows rode a trio of crowned throngs aflame and sitting atop mounted bosoms of crimson. Planted like circlets upon each honed spear of plentiful light blossomed effervescent bulbs dimpling the pale faces incessantly shuffling below. In cascades the spears collapsed onto the impending floor, puncturing the dark beneath and slicing apart the seas with flushing swipes. Neither whisper of maw nor flinch of eye fled the crystal such a sea bled beneath an onslaught of the alluring blades.

Redundant light…and those whom cling to it....

Distorted was the silhouette’s shadow as it dropped to the bluish cobblestone, resonating as the figure crept to and fro, and stubbornly wallowing in a secondary realm apart from sight and sound. One jewel set into flesh blankly presented a speculative scope sweeping across faces lit in a joyous fire, brooding in a lapse of denial, or simply watching as the constant flow before them surged.

The melodrama is sickening.

To his unrest, monotonous words soon trickled from an oblong device clinging - as if to be a frightened child - from the draping sash spread over his torso. Initially his eyebrows twitched awkwardly; perplexed at the eerie, reverberating sensation pounding upon his waist. Subsequent of realization, the device lay flat amongst a series of tattered fingers and with round beacons blotching the frigid chromalite.

“The fabled caverns are we after? Mmm…five standard minutes.”

[Eve Siren]

All into the darkness of space, the Sith Knight finally let go of the handle of control and put it on automatic. She leaned back into the large chair staring out of space for a long silent moment, before suddendly lowering her eyes to the comlink and sighing. Having borrowed Vyes Signas', her friend, boyfriend, her ... Vyes period's ship , without really telling him, she looked outside once more, thinking of him for a second. What could he be doing right now ? She pressed on a button and leaned in to talk. Her voice came out a pretty much serious and monotone.

".. Lordess Dara ? This is Eve Siren. I am on my way to my Master's team, Rama Sha, to support him there. I will contact him now. Take care, my Lordess. Over. "

She pulled off her finger of the button and rested back. She could see the planet from where she was sitting but it was still far. Time to contact him ... And again, she pressed on the com, contacting Rama Sha.

"-Sir ? It's Eve. I'm arriving soon ... Where am I supposed to meet you and the other two ?"

[Rama]

:: Eve's voice cracked over the comm, Rama pulled it out and covered the speaker. A few people at the bar turned and looked at him. He got up and excused himself and went to the rear of the bar. He pulled out the Comm . ::

"Eve......im here. I'm transmitting my location now. And what you mean other 2? I thought I was only waiting on Dyne."

[Eve Siren]

Sir Darkforce ? Eve's eyes blinked once, then remained silent for a moment before speaking again, still with her monotone voice. She ran through a list before, and did saw Lana's name right after Dyne's. The lack of tryptophan could've made her see things.

"I heard Sir Darkforce was with you and also Miss Lana Westbrooke. Unless I am mistaken, I think they are heading towards you right now."

[Rama]

"They have not arrived yet....I was told they were on their way. but there is something very strange going on here........."

[Eve Siren]

"Don't tell me. I'll be right there. Where are you, Sir ?"

Eve's eyebrows arched in confusion but also of curiosity. She couldn't wait to be there, though her face didn't really show the excitement.

[Lana Westbrooke]

She flushed slightly at her simple mistake, but found it was easily shaken off. To his reply, she added her own:

"Pardon... Didn't mean to come off on the wrong angle or anything."

After all, formalities was how she was brought up.

"--Anyway, I'll need the coordinates for the mission, if you don't mind."

Lana sat back and awaited the answer to her request.

[Rama]

"Well it's a Bar.....it's near the location I sent you. Just inland on the main road. "

:: He looks down at a table nearby and pulls a napkin with a name of it ::

" The Whaley House Pub and grill."

[Eve Siren]

"Already there."

Eve pulled her fingertip off of the comm and put her hand back on the main handle, pulling it downwards slowly as the stolen ship hovered for a second, then rushed towards the planet where her Master was located. Arriving down the planet, Eve's eyes squinted slightly as she landed at the end of a nowhere road. It was a small planet. Finding her Master should be an easy task as long as she followed his Force signature.

She got down to the exit of the ship, opening a big case up just to find her precious Cloud (http://fearofdarkness.clanpages.com/lara/bp_dl1000_grey.jpg). She stepped back and used the Force to lure it out and make it stand up. She pressed a button on a wall and it opened up the back of the ship. Making Cloud's engine roar, Eve rolled out of there at an extreme speed, just following Rama's Force signature. Finally reaching a crowded site, she noticed these weird children.

Maybe that's what he was talking about ...

She stopped suddendly in front of a bar with a familiar name. The Whaley House Pub and grill ... Wasn't that the name of the bar ? She decided to get in. Those kids were creeping her out, anyways. She pulled aisde and turned off her engine. She posed a hand on her seat and covered Cloud up in a Force Shield, before going in, looking around through the screen of her helmet.

[Rama]

:: Rama sat at the table. Sipping on what the waitress had called a " Slurry Spring". He didn't understand the name and more then likely didn't want to know.....but it was strong. Stronger then most of the drinks in his own bar. Apparentlly this was the drink this bar was known for. The waitress approached him again. ::


"You like?" :: she asked ::

"It's nice.....sweet, but very strong all at the same time."

"Strong.....Hell, im surprised your still able to talk." ::She gave a slight wink at this, but Rama's attention was drawn to the door. ::

"those kids back?" :: She asked nervously. ::


"No......I was expecting this one."

:: He looked acorss the bar at the door where the figure of a woman had entered. She was wearing a full helment with a skull painted on it. ::

[Eve Siren]

The waitress looked at the Sith Knight pretty much oddly. Eve also stared back, tilting her head to the side slowly, almost like a robot. As she approached, the waitress grew more nervous. Eve took a seat across her Master silently, by herself and looked at him.

"Excuse me ...?" She asked.

Eve turned her head almost immediately, but still without saying anything.

"Can I take your order ...?"

Eve shook her head and lifted her hand up, motioning the woman to go away so she and Rama could have a personal talk. The waitress, almost insulted, stepped away angrily, mumbling. Eve pulled off the straps of her helmet underneath her chin and took it off, letting her long brown hair flow down. Silent as always, she put it on the table, next to Rama's drink and stared at him, waiting for a sentence to come out of his mouth.

[Rama]

"You know im thinking of takeing some of this stuff back........could make a great drink for the bar. "

:: He raised the glass for her to see what he was talking about ::

[Eve Siren]

"Heh. Is it really that good, Sir ?"

There. Eve had finally spoken. She cocked her head to the side, staring at the drink. It looked weird, and something was telling her she did not want to know what was in it.

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne grinned slightly, seeing how Lana was trying her best. He nodded to her reply then started to send the coordinates to her navigation computer after hitting a few datapad commands.

"It is not a problem, I just dont want you to think you have to be tense or formal around me. It...what should I say...makes me feel older."

The Sith Knight had a quiet laugh to himself, something which doesnt happen much. He shook his head slightly with a grin still over his face. Dyne regained his composure before speaking to her again.

"I am looking forward to working with you and Sith Master Rama Sha soon. See you soon Lana."

With that, Dyne closed the comlink with Lana's ship, heading off towards the planet. He hit the afterburners, raising his throttle to maximum reaches. As he hit the atmosphere, the hull started to raise in temperature extremely quick. The knight descended to the planet, to meet up with Rama as soon as he could. The rest of it was in his ships control, having the exact coordinates.

[Nathanial K'cansce]

Property damage to this beautiful piece of architecture? I think not!

*Snack glanced over to Blade and gave him a smirk.*

But I do think we should go back up to the restaurant. Maybe swindle a few credits out of some pockets through those games, and maybe even dig aroudn for some information.

*He looked at Jared and nodded.*

If you'll show us where it is.

[Jared Mriad]

"This way Tourists." Jared joked, turned on one heel and walked back to the lifts wistiling a little tune. Once the trio all stepped into the lift, Jared punched the button for the 5th floor restaurant. Before the doors could close, two more tourists that Jared didn't know entered the lift.

Once the lift reached the fifth floor, the trio exited. Jared noticed that one of the two other occupants gave Snack, Blade and himself a snickering glare that reformed into a friendly smirk.

"Here we are fellahs, Great food, great veiw, great wins." Jared said a tid bit to loud but in a simi higher voice and entusiasm he usually spoke in. Then spoke silently with aid of the force 'Be careful of your true nature, Some of these occupants carry very high caliber blasters. Dont wanna blow our cover and drown because of a scuffle over a win. He halfway motioned to the huge veiwport showing the underwater view.

[Rama]

It's pretty good......


:: Rama motioned for her to sit ::

[Eve Siren]

Eve sat down, continuing to study the drink, then she spotted a band in the corner, forming up to play something on a wooden stage. She looked at them for a moment, as one finally noticed her and gave her a slight wink. Her lips frowned slightly of disgust as she turned her gaze away immediately.

"So, besides waiting for Sir Darkforce and Miss Westbrooke, what exactly are we doing here ?"

[Rama]

"Looking for Master Lynch...........Damn fool went and got himself lost, or worse......"


:: Rama pointed at the window. The child that had been run before had returned. ::

"There are about 15 kids running around here like him. That's not normal in such a small area. That might be a clue."

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Receiving Vahkar's ETA, the Sith Master sent a confirmation message and then rose from her command chair, turning to Kekoa and Miryan ::

"We need to appear as civilians so I would advise changing into an alternate attire of some sort. I am about to go do the same. Let's rendezvous at the bottom of the ramp in say.. 20 minutes?"

[Eve Siren]

Eve looked in direction where Rama pointed and studied the child. He physically seemed like a normal kid, but there was something about his face that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Something strange ...

"Were they what you meant by something strange happening here ?"

[Tempist Opps]

"Aye, be careful with the claws. I've seen too many people forget that they had them on and got an ich on their face... or other places...."

Tempist then looked to Vega with a small smirk on his face.

"I've been waiting a long time to do that again...."

The last time that he had shifted had been for Vega's wedding, and had since switched back to his old self. This would indeed be fun.

"Lets get this party started then."

With that, Tempist turned to head to the police HQ.

[Alisa Sha]

~Alisa walked with Athena and Xavier back to the spaceport and then after sensing a powerful presence in the darkness, turned with surprise to see Lord DarkStar approaching.~

[Lana Westbrooke]

Lana noted the silence on the other end as his comm closed after he said all he needed to.

"Yes, I believe that would be quite the experience myself..."

Her thoughts were carried with her as she was preparing herself to be escorted to the proper coordinates. Flipping her own switches, the Sith Disciple now headed towards her destination where she would soon meet up face to face with the infamous Sith Master Rama Sha and Sith Knight Dyne Darkforce for the very first time.

[imported_Blade Ice]

(blade looked around the room looking for the perfect table to play at. He saw a poker table with some high card players.)

Theres the table I'm heading to.

(blade pointed it out to snack and jared.)

They look like my kinda scum.

[Severen Morkonis]

The spaceport by now was getting busy its contents filling up with brainless heartless, loveing, fore sensitive and anti-force gits. Ignoreing the people around him and not careing whether Salem was with him or not sieken waded through the crowed.

The "Staff" entrace to the tarmac and the ships were was blocked off by two armed sentrys,phantom requested we killed "Not so many people" and "Quietly"...i smiled looking atthe men standing like toy soldiers at attention as if filled with riggamortis.

"We would like to venture past this point please" i said blatenly knowing there was no way this was going to go willingly

[Rama]

'Yes they are what I spoke of. There are natural occurences of Force Users, but not this many in one place. This is the result of a gene pool. Their are other force users here.....more then one at least and these are their children."

:: Rama leaned forward ::

" Their arn't any known groups......at least to me on this planet. And Jedah comes here and disapears......Has to be linked, some how."

[Lord DarkStar]

DarkStar felt tired as he approached the other members of his group. Since he had seen the Dark Jedi he was using every vestige of power within himself to mask his presence. He stopped infront of the others, the sweat on his brow evident.

"The call was a hoax and I have spotted what I believe to be Dark Jedi on the docks,"

Though the ancient Sith said believe his tone brooked no arguement, he was sure and that was that.

"They were bussy doing something and didn't spot me, I need you,"

He looked pointedly at Xavier as he said this,

"To go to the docks and figure out what they are up to but and this is of vital importance. Don't let them spot you under any circumstances, either with their eyes or with the Force. Till I recieve further orders from the Council I want you to be invisible."

His cold green eyes rested on each of them for a moment, daring them to object,

"Is that clear?"

His voice was quiet, showing signs of strain now,

"I will attempt to make contact with the Council to inform them of our discovery and to be brought up to speed on any other developements and new orders. Now, I believe you have something to do?"

He smiled kindly, like an old man sending his grandchildren off to play. He bowed and waited for them to head off to the docks.

[Eve Siren]

"You think Sir Lynch's disappearance is caused by these kids ? After all, they are just kids ..."

Eve's eyes turned aside to look at the kids. They seemed like normal children ... But this, there was this energy coming from them. A bad energy.

[Xavier Sadow]

Xavier nods to DarkStar and slides his hand back through his hair slowly. He turns quickly, his trenchcoat whipping around behind him as he makes his way towards the docks. He hides his force signature rather easily.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Having headed back to a changing room, MnT stared in the mirror, at his current attire.. A heavy black trenchcoat over his equally colored tank top and cargo pants.. He failed to see how it would be innappropriate wear, although to his defense, he had little idea of how one Would dress on a tropical island, let alone a planet full of them..*

*Sighing, he simply decided to remove his trenchcoat from the picture, and change from pants into cargo shorts of the same color, that dropped down to just past his knees.. This disabled him from having the majority of his weaponry along, as it would not do to have anything showing, and without his trenchcoat, he lost the majority of his concealment.. Fortunately, he could always put his dual sabers in the side pockets, as well as his compad in one of the many cargo pockets. With it set on silent mode, he would feel a vibration whenever a message arrived on it, but it would not draw attention to him..*

*Sighing once more at the simple fact that he Had to change in order to go on the mission, MnT keyed the door open, and left to wait for the others at the ramp..*

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Dara strode down the ramp in an unusually bright outfit, a floral miniskirt and a white tank top.. a complete contrast to her accustomed black attire. Smiling at Miryan, she walked over to him, her hair up in a long ponytail and swishing side to side ::

"We truly look ridiculous, don't we?"

:: The two laughed for a bit and then Dara looked around ::

"Well, we will get started as soon as Kekoa and Vakhar arrive. I have some places I would like each of us to investigate."

[Vakhar Azkarel]

Whispering into Vakhar’s ear as his thumb nudged the preceding gadget into a girdle, a noticeable contraption beneath his gaze fizzled with life. Tinkling his weakness to curiosity even more, nothing other than black receded from the attached monitor despite the distinct fizz. His collar forced a tilt of the head to one side in the preparation for inspection. With a tap of his finger against its chrome chest, it became quite obvious that the “box” was bad-tempered, noting its flaring hum with every tremor on its surface. Bizarrely what’s more, a second tap for reiteration brought the monitor to a hiss of color, snapping raw figures of green across the screen.

“Cursed wreck,” he chided, “where is the position of Boarding Walk A-Primary?” His fists fluttered in a fury above the transparasteel viewing plate as the device paused to cool. Tilting his arm in a final attempt to crush it, a blipping tone held him in a standstill while the pulsing blow approached.

“Bzzz…bzzz. You *snap* are here,” it whistled in disdain. Reverberating in time to a beat, an emerald speck grew on the black outline among a cluster of white contours. For a moment it continued until the contraption withdrew into a flurry of fizzles once more.

An irritated glow plagued the disciple’s eye as his head bobbed downwards on the grate to which he stood. His lips cringed at the sight, “…It seems that I’ve been standing on the ramp.” Gradually his head rose to grasp Dara in his sights, only then realizing that she stood no where else within the minutes before. With his cringe dissolving to nothing he began to pace onwards.

[Kekoa Alkarin]

:: The young Sith Disciple greeted Sith Lord Miryan after the introductions were concluded by Master Dara aboard the bridge deck. As soon as her Master proceeded with ship's landing procedures, Kekoa exited the bridge deck and walked to her quarters. ::

There, Kekoa changed her traditional all Black Sith entire for something less formal. Kekoa was now dressed in dark blue long style shorts, a blue and white T-shirt, and a pair of medium colored sport runners.

:: Kekoa left her quarters and walked to the cargo bay level to check on a few things. She picked up two small size datapads and put them into her pockets. Kekoa continued walking further into the cargo, until she stopped before the opened hatch bay door and the already lowered ramp. ::

:: A slight breeze brush against her dark brown shoulder length hair, as Kekoa walked down the ship’s ramp. Reaching the docking bay’s surface, she looked upon her Master and Sith Lord Miryan with a grin. Then, Kekoa scanned the surrounding landing area, taking in the sights. ::

[Rama]

"No....not the kids. Their parnets. As soon as Dyne and Lana get Here i want to go up to where this cult is. The Waitress told me these are the kids of some kind of cult that is camped near here."

[Lana Westbrooke]

It wasn't long, she found, until she would reach her destination. Flipping switches across her control board, Lana prepared herself and her Dark Apocalypse to exit hyperspace.
It didn't take long to register. This relieved the young disciple as her ship carried on with its aligned plan of breaking over the planet of Spira.
Everything had to go accordingly, she noted, as her mission was very important to her--

"--And my rep."

Lana scanned over the prompter as it typed out its accomplishments regarding the entrance of Spira.

Exited hyperspace....... Now coming into Spira's atmosphere_

Her eyes narrowed as she adjusted some course plans.

Ceiling is 8000 m. We are at 8500 m_

Again, Lana tended to the control board, inputting new commands.

Our new co-ordinates: Transferring...... Done. Resuming course_

"Dammit, technology pisses me off... Now, keep from land! We don't want to be spotted."

She watched her ship lower itself in height, pulling through a thick layer of clouds and reveiling Spira and it's taking landscapes. Her expression lightened to this as she stood to look forward at its beauty.
Obediently, the ship kept low to it's oceans before making it's way towards her destination. Lana's eyes sparkled with wonder as they zipped quickly past oceans that blanketed Spira.

"...Look out for 2 islands. That was the plan."

The ship obeyed her commands and continued it's path as it quietly cut through the oceanic air, towards the two islands the pilot requested.

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne was descending onto the planet through the atmosphere. He looked out the cockpit to see the flames around the bottom side of his hull. The temperature was at its extremes and he could feel some of it. After a few moments, he had cleared the atmosphere all the way through, going through some small layers of clouds. He came through and looked at his navigation system while it flashed and reflected across his pilot mask. Dyne was going across the sky in his sleek ship then his landing sequence started to activate. His system came online to speak to him, as it was almost time.

"Just a few clicks away sir."

He soon was about to land through a clearing as his ship slowed down and came to a halt upon the ground. The knight started to look around his surroudings when the ship stopped finally, it was rather interesting to say the least. The pilot mask was taken off by him and put to the side. He pulled out a datapad from a slot on his flight system. Dyne hooked it to his navigation system then let the coordinates download into it. It took a few seconds then he took it out and into his palm. He hit a few commands on the console to activate the security system. The cockpit opened up as he hopped out and onto the ground, landing on one knee. The cockpit closed behind him, his hair fluttering slightly. The security system was engaged now as he stood up to his feet.

"...."

Dyne's eyes sparked slightly as he looked at the datapad in his palm. It was beeping to the location of where Master Rama was. He figured it was probably a location his ship couldnt get to obviously. His lightsabres hung from a weapons belt around his waist, the metallic handles glistening slightly. He went up and patted the side of the hull, noticing it was still a bit warm. The knight started to walk off towards his rendezvous point with him and Lana. He stopped for a second and glanced at his ship.

"Take care of yourself till I am back."

He began to walk off again, disappearing from sight a few moments later. It was time to get back to business, now that he was where he needed to be. Dyne was wondering where the other members were and how were their missions progressing along. The knight knew they would handle themselves as needed, no need for him to think about that. He looked down at the datapad again, making sure he was headed for the right way. Dyne started to feel the Dark Side flow through his veins slowly.

[Sumor Rayial]

The Rebirth landed softly. Anyone near by would have heard the sound of the landing struts impacting the ground. But in the secluded area just far enough that it was unlikely that anyone would be in the area to hear the still cloaked ship land, but close enough that he could watch as the passengers disembarked.

As he powered down the ships systems Sumor could feel the darkness in the atmosphere around him. There were many Sith on the planet. They were all searching for one person, one man that was important to all of them in different ways.

With all the systems shut down except for the cloaking device Sumor walked down the ramp. He was dressed in his new clothes. Loose fitting pants and a long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Unlike on other missions for the Empire he did not care how he was dressed this time. If someone questioned him about it, it would be the last question they ever asked.

Taking a deep breath of the clear cool air, Sumor closed his eyes and concentrated. He could feel every force presence on the planet and systematically he began to block out the ones that he recognized as a part of the Sith Empire. There were some he did not know, but their proximity to some of the other members of the Empire made it likely that they were new members who he had simply not met before.

Once he had eliminated the Empire members there were only a scattering of other force signatures. Except for one area. An area that seemed to have a large presence and presence that came and went fairly regularly. Something that he believed would be worth his while to look into.

[Eve Siren]

"A cult ? Heh. Reminds of it. You want me to call her back so we can get more information about this ?"

Eve turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder at the waitress who was still a bit mad at the way she was being treated, she didn't do anything, waiting for her Master's decision.

[Rama]

"No.......she doesn't know anymore then what she said. "

[Eve Siren]

"Umm. For all we know, she could be lying. The kids could've threatened her to shut her trap, or else."

Eve let out a slightly angry sigh, turning her gaze away from the waitess.

[Rama]

"Her voice could have lied......but her mind could not."

[Eve Siren]

A long sigh escaped Eve's mouth, a slight smile drawing on her lips as she closed her eyes, cocking her head to the side.

"I'll never understand you."

[Rama]

"What makes you say that Eve?"

[Jared Mriad]

Jared looked at the table BladeIce had pointed out and smirked.

"Yep, Those are the guys that are simples to win with. Have fun. I'm off to the bar, Starving for a nice steak and a hard drink. I'll keep an eye out for the target." With this said, Jared winded between tables and took a seat at the bar, ordering a medium rare steak and soda.

He sent a message to Snack via the force as his order was being prepared.I dont belive we will be seeing any action for a while Master Snack, But I will keep my sences up. Theres a hunch out there somethings gonna happen.

[Eve Siren]

"Heh. Everything, Sir."

Eve put on a slight smile, before looking outside.

"It's getting rather late. I wonder what they're doing."

[Rama]

"Dyne isn't really a punctional guy.........or at least he hasn't been the times Ive talked to him. "

[Eve Siren]

"I never really talked to Sir Darkforce, besides the time he came back. I don't know much about him. I find him a bit hard to approach, somehow ..."

[Lana Westbrooke]

It was then Lana leapt from the ramp of her ship that had found it's way into hidding on an even smaller island not too far from her destination. The Dark Apocalypse was resting under the sloughing arms of many various tree limbs; the wonderful parking job was all on account of her near novice flying skills. Nevertheless, she pressed on en route, deciding she'd worry about her ship again when the time came.
The trip to the other island was no more than a short distance, and the Sith Disciple had no other means of getting there besides swimming across the strait that guarded the mainland. It was one of those times she thanked herself for wearing tight clothing, as anything loose would slow her. Wading in the water until about waist-high, Lana then dove into the cool crystal waters and started to swim underwater, only surfacing for air.

It was about 15 minutes until she reached land once more. Lana rose to a stand again and slipped a pair of glasses over her eyes to sheild herself from the piercing sun above. Her eyes scanned the area briefly before she headed inland to look for civilization.
She found some a few miles in, and she stood looking on at a few scattered bulidings, houses, and a tavern. The Disciple, dried now thanks to the sun, walked in the direction of the Tavern, disregarding the stares she recieved from the oh-so-friendly islanders. She slipped inside silently and un-noticed.
For a tavern, it was pretty empty, but given, there was still light outside. Real partying started when the sun went down... She knew this from experience. Lana stepped up to the bar and ordered a simple glass of water before turning around and looking off into the distance.

[Rama]

"Now, is it just him you find hard to approach?"

[Eve Siren]

"He's always so silent ... Dark atmosphere around him."

Eve shrugged her shoulders slightly.

"That's just what I think, anyway."

[Rama]

"Well you'll get you chance if he ever shows up."

[Eve Siren]

"My chance to what, Sir ? Meet him ?"

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne quickly realized his position on the planet, after noticing some of the bodies of water as he was flying along. It seemed to be an island and he then came out of a clearing, noticing a tavern dead ahead of him. He could hear some leaves and branches from trees crushing under the steps his made forward. Dyne could also hear the native animals making their noises in the midst of the darkness in the thick cover of trees. The water was slowly moving along, making a rather gentle sound. Dyne took a moment to look at it, his eyes piercing into the distance. An apology was in order for Master Rama for being somewhat late. It would have depended on how long Rama was there already. He looked down at the datapad with the coordinates in his palm.

From the looks of it, the tavern was were Master Rama was situated. Why a tavern, he didnt know, but it was good not to question a superior's action in some situations. A small breeze flew by, fluttering his hair along with the swaying trees around him. He stood there, in front of the tavern, taking his datapad and putting it back along his weapons belt. The knight glanced around the establishment from a distance, noticing people go in and out on their own terms. It seemed to be lively for the most part. Dyne looked at his sabres to make sure they were concealed, no need to cause unwanted attention here.

"This place....seems to be it...."

His voice trailed off, low and calm as usual. Dyne proceeded ahead towards the tavern, always making sure to be cautious to new enviornments. There was nothing odd to sense in the Force, but he could feel some familiar presence. The knight assumed it was Master Rama in the tavern with someone else as well. The other two Force signatures were somewhat familiar also. He would know soon enough who it was, but he had an idea that one could be Lana. If it was her, she was prompt as well, something which would take her a long way. Arriving at the door, he looked at the sky, the setting sun shining down upon him. The tavern door slid open as he stepped inside and scanned the area.

"..."

[Rama]

"Speak of the devil......"

[Lana Westbrooke]

Her gaze rose to meet first Sith Master Sha's, then to gaze upon the man who'd just entered the bar. His clad and dark features, along with Master Sha's innocent realization, hinted to her that he must have been the awaited Dyne Darkforce.
Lana took in a deep breath, but found her legs stubbornly keep themselves glued to the ground. Timidness swept over the young disciple as she was given her requested glass of water from the tender. She sipped from it slowly and merely looked on, keeping within the consealing grasp of the new shadows that surrounded this un-charted tavern.

[Eve Siren]

"Well, he's here ..."

Eve's chin rested on her hand for a minute, as she looked around the room. If Dyne Darkforce was here, Lana Westbrooke shouldn't be far. Finally spotting Lana, she looked back at the wooden table.

"They're all here."

[Rama]

"About time........do they see us?"

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne stepped into the tavern a bit more, noticing some other visitors then immediately acknowledging Master Rama's presence. From the looks of it, he also noticed one of the other two Force signatures in the place. Narrowing his eyes, it seemed that the other person talking to Rama was Sith Knight Eve Siren. Dyne obviously didnt know much about her, the reason why he didnt know. He intended to change that for sure with her and Lana as well. The knight began to approach their table at the same moment glancing at Lana doing the same. He then knew he was right about his assumption about her being here already. Dyne's eyes met with Master Rama's as he gave him a nod of his head in respect. The four then were around the table as Dyne greeted them.

"Excuse me for the tardiness Master Rama."

He then shifted his attention to the two women and gave a slight nod of his head to them as well. Dyne was rather obliged to meet them and have an opportunity to work with them. Obviously the first thing that had to be done was to get to know how they worked in combat and other things. Time for all that would come soon. The knight spoke to the two in his normal calm and low tone.

"Its a pleasure..."

Dyne then looked back at Rama, awaiting to see what the Sith Master had to say. They would have to proceed along with the plan now before too much time would pass. The knight was sure Rama knew what he was thinking right about now and a reaction was to come from him. Concentration that Dyne exerted was shifted into the reason he had came here.

[Rama]

"You know Eve?"

:: He looked up at Dyne. ::

[Eve Siren]

Watching the Sir Darkforce waiting patiently for some sort of reaction coming from Rama was pretty much predictable and understandable. But oddly, the first thing the Sith Master said to him wasn't even related to his tardiness.

"You know Eve?"

The question even shocked her. She shook her head and looked up to the Sith Knight, but adressing to Rama.

"No, actually. I don't believe we've met, Sir."

[Rama]

"Well we can fix that.......Eve Siren, this is Dyne Darkforce. Dyne this is Eve."

[Dyne Darkforce]

"The pleasure is all mine, Eve."

Dyne looked over at Rama after greeting her then rotating his neck just a bit. It was just to loosen himself up slightly from this whole situation. His long black hair settled along his shoulder line before grinning to himself. The Sith knight was slightly surprised himself that Master Rama didnt mention anything about him being slightly late.

"Yes, it is true that I do not know her personally. I do, however, do my homework. That is why I know her name."

....

"If you do not mind Master Rama."

He then pulled out a seat and motioned for Lana to sit down along with Rama and Eve. It was better if the four would sit first then converse, that way it would remain low-key. The knight walked around and also took a seat, wanting to hear what Rama had to say to them. Obviously there was something on his mind about all this.

[Rama]

"I don't not know you that Lana. "

:: Rama said to the new arrival. ::


" Im guessing that is why you stayed over at that bar till Dyne arrived. "

[Lana Westbrooke]

She flushed slightly and took her seat, looking to the occupants of the table before replying to Rama's statement.

"...I appologize. It was rude of me to not introduce myself when I had the chance. I... was not sure what to do, as I don't want to give myself away to these strangers."

Lana's voice was no louder than a mere hush. Her eyes scanned the Sith Masters face thoroughly before falling upon the tabletop.

"Anyway, my actions previous were out of caution. It's Carmunian instinct, one can say..."

[Rama]

"no need to aplogize."


:: Rama looked around at the three in front of him. ::


"You guys ready to have some fun?"

[Salem Ave]

Salem stepped forward and planted one pure-white black-nailed hand around the throat of one of the guards. As he did so, he took into mind what Jeseth had taught him of mind control.

"We arrre pilotsss," he hissed.

The man being gripped at the throat nodded.

"They are pilots."

Salem let go of him, and looked back to Sieken with a faint smile.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

Vega skidded to a halt outside the Police HQ on the speeder. He kicked it up against the wall, locking the controls before hopping down onto the pavement. To everyone who passed him, Vega was not there.

"Waiting for you outside now, Temp" he said through the Force to his comrade.

Once the shapeshifter was here, things could really start to heat up. The fun would start, and the takeover of the security forces of the island would be under the Empire's thumb.

[Eve Siren]

Eve nodded silently, assuming the other two would agree.

"Always ready."

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*Nodding to both Blade and Jared, Snack watched them part their ways: Blade to a gambling table and Jared to the bar. He waited a few moments before moving to his own venture within the fancy restaurant.

The giant glass view plates on the far side wall caught the Lord's eyesight. He began walking over, his eyes almost becoming glazed over. Reality caught up when Jared sent him a message via Force. He sent one back the same way. Good, and I hope you're right. It would be too boring without any action. But also remember, we cannot give away our little... secret. We don't want a hotel full of panic. With it sent, Snack continued to look forward, slowly walking to a both edged with the great windows.

It was breath-takingly beautiful. The depths of the ocean, illuminated by the many lights of the underwater portion of the Hotel. The different species of water life, the exotic plants... truly amazing that such a peaceful and beautiful environment could surge with life under the harsh surfaces of the waters above. Snack sat at the both he stopped at and took a seat; his eyes never leaving the water's gleaming sparkle.*

[Dyne Darkforce]

"Of course..."

Thats all Dyne had to say towards Master Rama and his question. He was ready to go forward with their mission and make some good accomplishments. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, the knight felt the Dark Side surge through his veins before opening them again.

[Lana Westbrooke]

"I live to have fun. Depending on how it's used in context, that is."

Lana smiled a little; she could breathe again. Leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms slightly, the disciple looked around the tavern once more for good measure.

[Sumor Rayial]

Sumor had made his way to within half a kilometer of the group of force users. As he had gotten closer he was able to feel more detail. He now knew that their was 6 of them, and that they were Dark Jedi. Most were lower in ability, but one seemed to be around the ability of a Sith Knight.

Suddenly another presence shot Sumor's head around to the left. Another presence that he hadn't noticed before because it was on it's own. It was another Dark Jedi, a patrol perhaps.

No matter why the Dark Jedi was there it was what Sumor used to quickly formulate a plan of action.

Swiftly he moved towards the Dark Jedi. Before the man knew what had hit him, Sumor's Sith knife had sliced both his left and right common carotid arteries, and his windpipe. Dropping the still conscious man to the ground, Sumor striped him of his black robes and put them on over his clothing before walking away towards the other Dark Jedi, leaving his victim conscious, and quite aware of the slow and agonizing death that he was about to endure... At least until a third of his blood drained from his body and he blacked out.

[Tempist Opps]

Right behind Vega, Tempist appeared seemingly out of thin air.

"You could have just told me" Tempist said with a slight chuckle.

Suddenly, the sound of footprints could be heard, and thw Warrior pressed himself against the wall. A large guard in a black and blue unform rounded the corner in time to ghasp as Tempist's hand grabed his neck tightly, and tore out his throat. He died within moments.

"Now I have a template."

Tempist's body melted down into a metalic puddle, and slowly regained form, into an exact duplicate of the guard. Tempist took the man's badge, weapons, and ID cards.

"We going to do this the quiet way, or the fun one?"

Their options see,ed tp be to go in stealth all the way, and only kill off the head of police, from there to kill the rest, or to go in slightly unseen, and then let lose and kill everyone as they found them.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

"Quiet, of course."

The two began walking, with Vega speaking into the mind of his comrade.

[i]"We'll play it out that I am going to be the new head of the police force here ... you are the back up to proove it. I'll just fob them off with some mind tricks to begin with, then we'll have the whole place under control."

[Tempist Opps]

Sounds good.

Tempist and Vega entered the station, and the man at the desk gave them a puzzled look.

"Aren't you supposed to be outside patroling?"

"No, you must be mistaken. I'm here to escort the new cheif." Tempist said, in a direct, matter-of-fact tone. He motioned to Vega, showing the person in question.

[Sumor Rayial]

Now dressed in the dark robes of the dead Dark Jedi Sumor made his way towards the others. He was somewhat unsure about how he would fool the other six Dark Jedi. Luckaly for him his problems were solved when he heard a low rumble fly overhead. Looking up he watched as a small shuttle sized transport flew over him and landed near the other six Dark Jedi.

Laughing confidently Sumor walked the final 100 meters towards the transport. Targeting the minds of the Dark Jedi only when they looked directly at him Sumor was able to pick up a large crate and walk onto the shuttle without any of them thinking it was anyone except their comrade.

Once inside Sumor found a spot secluded from the other parts of the transport away from both the pilots and any passangers that decided to take the trip to whatever the destination was to be.

After waiting for several minutes Sumor felt the satisfying feel of the transport taking off and heading skyward.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

With smile thinly at the man on the desk, who looked at his sceptically.

"The new chief? ... Hang on,"

The man patched through using a comm. link to the upper levels of the building, and murmured into the microphone.

"We have a lieutentant here claming he has the new chief with him."

There was a reply, then a raised eyebrow from the desk attendant, who looked up at Vega uneasily. He nodded after a second, and gestured for the two to proceed on down the central corridor than spanned off of the entrance. They strode down the hallway, with Vega speaking to his 'lieutenant' through the Force.

"I doubt they will have much objection to this .. once we get to the bosses office you can take on his form and reassure the rest of the officers that the switch over is legit."

He smiled darkly as they entered into a turbolift that had risen from the basement, stepping in with a few juniour officers.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," Vega said snidely, offering them all an insincere smile.

[Tempist Opps]

The two entered the turbolift, and it slowly began to rise. Then somthing occured to Tempist; if these were compitent law enforcment officers, then they would cross refference their given facts with their leader.

Vega, was there a scheduled change of cheifs for them? If there wasn't then this may get bloody.

Tempist sent that message to Vega through the force, knowing that if the others heard it their cover would be blown.

[Luuke Skywalker]

Interude

Deep within the bowels of the Sith Empire the young lad known as Luuke Skywalker smiled to himself almost absently having finished all his duties before the prescribed hour. His Master would be pleased. On occasion when the Master did not beat him for his insolence and inability to watch the horrors of experimentation upon prisoners the dark one had spoken how well the apprentice was proceeding

Strong in the force would the winged one mutter from time to time. Once the young sandy haired man thought he saw a look of contempt of concern after attempting to gauge Skywalkers ability. A sense of coldness flowed from the Sith Master that day and he thought another beating would be wrought upon him.

The dark one had had stared at him with cold unfaltering eyes and sent him to carry on with his other duties that day. He didnt really understand it all. Nor did he understand why somewhere deep within him as he looked into the eyes of those held down here he felt a twinge of remorse, of wrong doing.

Shaking the thought loose from his head he walked forward to a console after noticing a red light blinking. Flipping a switch and pressing seven buttons he looked at a screen showing a room filled with sparks and torn machinery.

Quickly he made his way to the heavily locked room. Punching in an code he walked into the smoky room. Wires hung down from the ceiling crackling with energy ripped from their proper connections. Cylinder tubes lay against the walls with bodies suspended in liquids waiting for activation. Many of the tubes were intact but several lay cracked or damaged, one held a huge hole in its side where the body inside had half flowed out of only to become impaled on the sharp jagged glass. Blood ran down from the corpse.

Cautiously he steadied himself, a lightsaber hilt held at his side ready for activation. He was no novice, he had been taught from time to time to engage in the lessons of the blade and of the mysterious power of something called the force. Forward he walked, his eyes darting to the darkness of the room that occasional blinked to life from the battered lights until at last he came to a cylinder that lay fully shattered. Its liquid spread across the floor.

Where was the body.

Turning at every sound of the partially torn room he heard the crunching sound of glass and looked down upon pieces of broken shards. There lay on one the torn ID number and name for the one that had been held within. Bending his knees he leaned down to pick it up, the piece of metal was torn and he could make out only "nri".

Fading into thought he heard a new sound and turned too late before a pain shot throughout his head and he faded into unconsciousness.

[Naga Sadow]

It sensed they were here.

They had come after its servant. They were looking for the one that arrived before them and engaged the other lesser dark forces already. It knew when it had sent him to this place to liberate the hidden space bound fortress and purge those on the vessel that the chance of one Sith going in alone was bound to near failure. One alone would not make a difference.

So it had sent him even as the spirit knew the Sith knew the risk and almost certain outcome. That was not the point of this mission nor the purpose. The others had come. All the mighty Sith armies that had come before this one had failed due to one unyielding reality.

They had waged war upon themselves. Turned against each other and struck out at each other at every opportunity for power or prestige. Planned against each other in secret. Inevitable was the outcome during those eras long ago and the Sith did crumble to the forces that laid waste against them from the outside such as the hated Jedi and Republic.

If the current generation of Sith did not learn the lesson they would too fail in time. For now there was opportunity to greatness and an golden age that could rise around them all. If only they would take it.

One of them it sought for now sensing his presence. The familiarity of sense. The undeniable force sensation that flowed and called out. The spirit had worked hard and long in the shadows and now it began to place its pieces onto the field to take their rightful course. He would have to intervene he knew and to speak to them.

But not openly.

Fading past the Sith as it made its way towards the one he sought he grinned and reached out to touch Xavier on the shoulder. A sense of deja vu encased the young Sith as the one of his blood long ago departed took charge of his body.

With a ghostly stare and expression the form of Xavier retrieved a small data pad and began to enter a set of digits. Its work finished the spirit flowed away from the Sith and vanished back to the void but not before leaving an hidden truth in its mind to later be unlocked when the time was right.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

As the lift rose, Vega spoke through the Force in reply to his comrades question.

"A little mind trick or two will keep them happy. If that does not work, I'm sure we could tamper with the files somehow... be resourceful."

A snide grin covered his lips as he looked upwards in the lift, trying not to laugh.

[imported_Blade Ice]

(blade sat down at the table where there was four other men seated at playing poker. On the table where two decks of cards a blue deck and a red deck. blade knew this trick well scam the new guy out of money by switching decks when he showed up. currently they where playing with the red deck and blade could sense as he showed up at the table that the blue deck was the stacked deck. Blade sat down in an open chair as the current game finished up.)

Mind if I join in?

(a man in a white suit nodded to blade with a smile and said "sure why not". the man went for the blue deck immediately but blade stopped his hand from picking it up.)

No I know that trick all to well use the red deck.

(the man nodded and shuffled the red deck and began to sort the cards clock wise. first to the overly tourist man next to blade, then to blade, then to a man that looked like a ship captain of a smuggler ship, then to a mysterious women who looked around nervously every once and awhile, then the man in white dealt to himself.)

Man in white: so whats your name?

(blade looked around at the people again.)

My name is Bond, James Bond

(then blade lit up a cigarette and began to look at his cards.)

[Severen Morkonis]

Sieken riased a quick eyebrow to the disiple with a quick but rare smile. Pushing the two gaurds out of the way Sieken slammed open the door and stepped into a large, long corridor that led to the tarmac of the spaceport, the corridor was lit by only a few hnagning lights from the ceiling and a few wall lights...all in all it was rather dim.

Walking down the hall,so that he did not have to cause attention, he quickly banged the sound proof door at the end to finaly expose Salem and Sieken to the ear crushing noice of a ship in reverse engine thrust slowing the monsraosity of a metel thing to the floor.

' Look like were just in time Salem.' he said grinning

[Sumor Rayial]

The transport that Sumor had stowed away on finally came to a less than soft landing. He knew that they must be on a ship of some type as he felt the transport as it left the atmosphere, but that was about all he knew. He heard that rear cargo ramp lower but waited several seconds before standing and repeating the same subterfuge to exit the ship as he had used to get aboard.

Stepping off the ramp he was greeted with an enormous cargo bay. Several other transports were sitting on the black deck plating with various activity going on around them. Interesting, Sumor thought to himself. He had heard of other Dark Jedi in the universe other than the known Black Hand, but never had he imagined that they had a ship of a size that would require this large a cargo bay.

Placing the crate down near where the other Dark Jedi had put their Sumor cautiously but deliberately made his way to one of the many blast doors leading out of the bay. The doors slid open leading to a long empty passage way lined with doors and other passage ways. Stepping through the doors he let them slide shut behind him before moving further. Closing his eyes momentarily he collected his thoughts and decided that the first thing he needed to do was find an computer terminal or something that gave him an idea of exactly what kind of ship he was on.

Walking down the hall he looked at each of the doors he passed. Being near to the cargo bay many of them were cargo storage rooms, one was a weapons locker, but when Sumor tried to open it he found it locked and decided that forcing it open with his saber would leave evidence of his presence that wasn't required just yet.

After several minutes and several passage ways Sumor finally stood outside of a room that would serve a double purpose for the moment. It was a security post for the particular sector of the ship he was in. Probing lightly with the force he sensed a single guard on duty sitting watching the monitors with his back to the door. Taking a deep breath Sumor unclipped his black saber and Sith knife from their various positions on his belt and stepped through the door.

It slid open with an audible hiss, but the guard did not turn to look at him. Instead he simply called over his shoulder, "It's about time you got here, my shift was up five minutes ago." Sumor smiled wickedly and replied to the guard by slicing his neck with the Sith knife. Picking up the still dying guard Sumor tossed him into a far corner of the control room with ease just as the door hissed open again and another Dark Jedi stepped in. Before the new Dark Jedi could register what was happening Sumor struck. Turning and leaping at the new guard Sumor ignited his saber and sliced downward from the guards right shoulder to his left lower ribs. Sumor laughed as the guards upper body slid down the cut line and separated from the guards lower half.

Re-clipping his saber and knife to his belt Sumor picked up the two parts of the former guard and tossed them to the corner with the other guard. Realizing he had been lucky and arrived at the change in shift Sumor sat down at the computer terminal knowing that he had time to locate the information he was searching for and that the guards would not be located for several hours, but by that time there would be many other bodies littering the floors of this ship, that he could guarantee.

[Jared Mriad]

Jared's order came around within a few minutes, paying the bartender, he scanned the room noting the locations of Master Snack and BladeIce. There were a few patrons whom caught Jared's attention, one inparticualr wearing a black robe and hood pulled over his face that was heading somewhat in Snack's direction. In his hand, which was what caught Jared's attention, something that looked similar to a lightsabre hilt. Turning back around to poke at his food, Jared sent a message privately to the other two of the group

Hey..Master Snack, There's a rather suspisous fellow walking your direction. I have reasons to belive that he is carryin' a sabre. Might wanna watch out for em. Jared poked a peice of steak into his mouth and turned back around, noticing the figure looking in his direction. The robed man scowled and continued down his path torward Snack.

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Dara smiled and nodded at the team assembled, and moved her gaze to each of them as she spoke ::

"We will be looking for any evidence of Jedah's ship as we explore the underwater chasm. We need to make our way to the touring area and it would probably be best if we appeared to be vacationing couples, rather than a group of four individuals."

:: Seeing the expressions on their faces, she raised her hands to get their attention ::

"Just go with me on this, we certainly don't want to arouse any suspicion, now do we? Alright, now as I have researched and located, we are approximately 30 minutes from the Shinkai Reservation area. We need to arrange passage on one of the submerging vessels and take the usual tour. At some point, cause a distraction and take control of the small vessel, making a sweep of the area... Vahkar and Kekoa taking the northwestern sector and Miryan and I will take the southeastern sector. I suggest we split up and make our way there quickly. Keep your comms channel open to the TSE encrypted channel and only transmit if you find something."

:: Walking over to Miryan with a smile, she spoke quietly and interlocked her arm with his ::

"Well dear, shall we be on our way?"

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*He saw the image of a man in a black robe some paces behind him through the reflection of the water and the glass the Dark Lord was looking out of. The message was received but not returned. Snack allowed the Force to flow through him, allowing him to stretch his feelings and senses outwards. Yes, there he was: a Force user with a dark intent. He didn't recognize the mysterious being as a Sith of the Empire... nor as a Sith in general...

Before Snack could finish his thought, the shrouded man had already cut the distance between the two to a little over a meter. If he did have a saber and he did want to surprise the Dark Lord, he would wait only a few more seconds to ignite and stab forward.

And there it was. A warning through the Force caused Snack to spin on his toes to his right in a hundred and eighty degree turn. He quickly slashed down with his right arm as a midnight blue lightsaber shot out from a metallic bracelet worn on his wrist. It was one of two that his apprentice, Jared, had made for him. The blade connected momentarily with the red blade of the other's saber, before the other's blade was batted out of the way. Quickly spinning on his toes again, Snack turned to his left this time in a three-hundred and sixty degree turn, extending his left arm which also produced a midnight blue blade. This was slashed horizontally aimed for the person's head but was blocked by the other.

Finishing off his spin, Snack pushed off and brought his left blade up to block a downward slash. He pushed off and up and quickly slashed with his right arm blade, cutting the man from left shoulder to right hip. His two halves fell to the ground both making a thud sound. He shut the power to both of his wrist sabers down as he looked at the pieces of the other. His gazed then moved around the room, as other were staring in awe at the spectacle they had just witnessed.

He brushed himself off with an emotionless face and sent a message to the other two through the Force. We should leave now... There are definitely Dark Jedi here.

With message sent, Snack bent down and grabbed his fallen opponent's saber hilt. He clipped it to his own belt, a prize for a short victory, and walked towards the exit of the restaurant.*

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Chuckling slightly to hide the annoying tinge of nervousness that was present inside him, MnT nodded and smiled..*

... Yes err.. Honey.. Let us off..

[Xavier Sadow]

Xavier's eyes close as the spirit of his great ancestor enters his body. He breathes slowly and deeply as the spirit leaves him and his eyes open. The young Sith Warrior looks down at the data pad, his eyes widening.

For a moment his eyes closed, scanning the coordinates with his mind. He smiles slightly as his eyes quickly open. Xavier pulls out a comlink set to the Sith private channel.

"Master Shadowtide.. I have the coordinates we've been looking for. Master Lynch is there.. I have felt it.."

[imported_Dara Shadowtide]

:: Dara holds her hand up for the rest of the team to pause before heading out. Retrieving her comms unit she receives Xavier's message and then the coordinates shortly afterwards ::

"It seems we have a change of plans everyone. I have just received the coordinates for the location of Jedah Lynch. Let's head out immediately."

:: Dara runs back up the ramp and inside her ship. Leaping over the side of the chair, she lands in the command seat and starts sending a transmission to all TSE members ::

<font color=red>Attention all members of the Sith Empire. Jedah Lynch has been located. Coordinates are following at the end of this message. Rendezvous immediately. Shadowtide out.</font>

:: The ship's engines roar to life as the Sith Master guides it up towards the rendezvous point ::

[Jared Mriad]

Jared used the distraction of Snack's fight to slip away from the bar, He weaved inbetween several tables and ended up at the turbolifts waiting. Once BladeIce and Snack reached where Jared stood, surprizingly somewhat on cue Jared's pocket comm. beeped frantically telling Jared that there was a message stored on his ship's database that was sent shortly ago.

"I've got a message from Master Shadowtide, I belive that Master Lynch has been found, not totally sure unless I can get to my ship for the full message." he said to the other two members of the team.

[Tempist Opps]

Tempist chuckled slightly, although no one noticed. The lift came to an abbrupt stop, and it's inhabitants steped out of the chamber. Tempist and Vega strode twards the main office, attempting to look as official as possible.

[Lord DarkStar]

DarkStar recieved the transmition from Dara and smiled, time to get some answers about this little trip. Recalling the other members of his team to his shuttle DarkStar ordered the Captain to head for the co-ordinates given by Lady Shadowtide. With a nod the Captain set the controls and hte shuttle roared into life.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Nodding, MnT quickly dashed back up the ramp on a beeline towards the seat he'd previously been at.. Well, at least this trip wouldn't be long.. He wasn't the biggest fan of ship-flight himself..*

[imported_Blade Ice]

(blade had seen the dark jedi walk up to snack and then with in the what seemed seconds the man lay on the ground blade then new there cover was blown. blade laid down his last hand of cards. the anti was very high and all the people at the table where bluffing there cards except blade.)

Blade: Royal Flush I win

(blade leaned over the table and pulled all the credits towards him then the man in white stop his movement.)

Man in white: you cheated us.

Blade: how so

white: you had cards up your sleeves.

(blade abruptly grabbed the man by the back of the head and then slammed his face into the card table knocking him out. blade then looked to everyone else at the table.)

Blade: are there any objections to me taking the money and running.

(all the peoples heads looked away except the mysterious woman who seemed nerves at first but now she was angered and her face twisted into a evil grin. the women stood up and shoved the card table to the side making all the credits go scattering across the floor. blade was glad as the women drew a green light saber that this dull game of cards was finally over. the women spoke in a low voice you cheat because you are a sith. blade smiled at the lady as he reached into his deep tourist pants pockets and brought out his to black light sabers. blade turned to the bartender who was somewhat hiding under the bar.)

Blade: tell the front desk to have mr. bonds speeder waiting out front for him and also That I will be checking out.

(blade turned back to the lady and ignited his sabers. the lady came at him with a swipe at his mid section. blade parried with his right saber and with his left came in with a 45 degree angel at her right leg. the dark jedi quickly reverted and parried it away but not with enough speed could she have blocked the then in coming right saber at her chest. the dark jedi fell dead to the ground. blade thought to himself this one must have been yet an apprentice for she lacked skill in her fighting style. blade turned and walked to the turbo lift with snack reaching it at the same time as him.)

I have a speeder waiting for us snack if you didn't get the message they think they have found master Jedah.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

Just as the two entered the main office, the comm on Vega's belt bleeped. He glanced about at all the eyes watching him and Tempist, then grinned somewhat.

"How are you gentlemen?" he said, his right hand raising into the air.

Within an instant the people in the room were gripping their heads, and then all suddenly collapsed.

"Oops.."

He rose the comm. quickly to his ear and upon hearing the message from Dara has grin widened. Across the room was a window that led back out onto the street.

"Alright, we best be heading off to the co-ordinates... no use in staying here, hmm?"

Without hestitation he sprinted off towards the window and thrust a force push at the glass, shattering it on impact. Then, like some bat from hell, he shot out of the open pane, where upon he hovered in mid air for a brief second before shooting downwards.

Down below, the swoop bikes where parked up against the wall. Concentrating on one of the two, he rose it upwards so that it met him as he fell, doing the same for the other - for Tempist. With a thud, he landed in the seat and kicked on the engine, jamming in the co-ordinates to speed off to meet the others.

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*Looking at both Jared and Blade as they relayed the message to him, he smirked then kicked himself for leaving his comm off.*

Good. Let's get going then.

*Snack keyed in the access coding for the top floor loby area and with a jerk the lift sped them to their destination. The trip only took a few minutes, and soon, they were quickly walking out of the lobby, through the exit doors, and boarding Blade's speeder.*

You're the pilot, Blade. Take us there.

[Tempist Opps]

After hearing Vega's words, he too ran twards the window. As he ran, his features changed, and he quickly became the massive lizard like thing again, before droping down. Before he landed, he gave a slight force push off of the top of the speeder, to break his fall. Tempist quickly hit the switch, and flew off behind Vega.

[Kekoa Alkarin]

:: Hearing Master Shadowtide tell them to tour the surrounding area, as vacationing couples, rather than a group of four individuals, Kekoa grinned and went along with the idea. After hearing the assigned tasks, Kekoa looked at Vakhar and was about to leave with him, when Master Shadowtide received another encrypted transmission. ::

:: Seeing Sith Master Shadowtide running up the lowered ramp after telling them about the new mission site, Kekoa turned about and ran back up the ramp as well. She glanced back for a second to see Miryan and Vahkar do the same. Then, the young Sith woman looked forward once again and headed back aboard the main deck. She took the next level to the bridge area and sat down on her seat next to the security console, as the ship began to lift off from the surface, sailing into the planet's atmosphere and onwards towards space. ::

[Rama]

"Well i'll fill you guys in........I think there is a colony of Force User near by here and I think they may have something to do with Master Lynch's Disapperance. Now.....I saw we sneak up there and find out exactly what is going on. "

[Eve Siren]

"You're the boss."

Eve ran her fingers lazily through her hair, as she waited for everyone to stand up.

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne arched his eyebrow then leaned back into his seat again. He was ready for anything at any point in time. The only question would remain was when a certain event was going to happen. After knowing something such as that all which remained was him to assess it. Thinking to himself for a few moments, he grinned and looked over at Master Rama who awaited their response.

"You know Master Rama that I am up for it anytime."

The four were a group and even though they each of them were at different experience levels, working in unison as a team was a must. This would even be a bigger priority since the people in question were Force users as Rama had pointed out. Dyne was not worried about that factor, but underestimation is a person's first flaw as a fighter. No matter who the opponent, Dyne would never underestimate the competion.

[Lana Westbrooke]

"Master Lynch..."

She said this quietly and to herself. Lana attempted to picture what the mission would be like in her head, but found it failing misriably. What may come shall and will come, she reassured herself, looking upwards again.

"It sounds exciting. Let's do it, Sir."