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[DarthPoreon]

Disappointment… Unrealistic… Shocking… While Poreon was off in uncharted space shooting probe droids at planets for intelligence purposes, rumors of dissident and rebellion had circulated through the Star Destroyer Dragon’s Glare like it was high school all over again. The rumors had ended up being true, but there was nothing the Sith Knight Poreon could do being thousands of light years away from any inhabited planet.

Angered at the “Conclave”, he seized the moment, though. As the Rebellion started, Poreon commandeered the Sith Empire Star Destroyer Dragon’s Glare for his own personal use. It would join his small Flotilla at Corusca Prime.

While in hyperspace on the way to Corusca Prime where Poreon’s main base of operations rested on an IL-60 Stardock, Invisible Foe, Poreon thought about what went down in history that day. Poreon felt three things: failure, anger and disappointment.

Failure… Poreon’s ultimate fear. He had failed the Sith Empire by not being at the right spot to stop an insurrection and save the Empire’s glory; but more so, he had failed himself and his past. Born on the Super Star Destroyer Still-Murk, Poreon was raised in the light of Fleet tactics and command. Joining the Imperial Empire at a young age, Poreon grew wise in tactical command. With Viscera and Piett, Poreon himself had rebelled against Grand Admiral Thrawn to help form the Galactic Military Alliance. Now the Galactic Empire, Poreon left the Empire after a good ten years of service as Admiral to study the Sith and aide the Sith Empire in forming their gigantic Empire.

Now, everything Knight Poreon had worked for was destroyed. Everything Poreon lived for was stolen. It even seemed like Poreon’s life had been taken.

Anger and disappointment were the next emotions Poreon felt on that long hyperspace journey to Corusca Prime. The two emotions focused on one general thing: The Sith Empire. It angered and disappointed Poreon that the Sith, the evilest people in the galaxy, would surrender every possession at the sign of rebellion. It seemed so unrealistic that his people would lay down their arms and not fight back against the rebels. He was disappointed in the Sith Empire’s actions.

The Star Destroyer slipped out of hyperspace seamlessly and fell into a orbit around the emerald looking gas giant, Corusca Prime. In a few seconds, the mining planet’s moon and base of operations came into view along with the IL-60 Stardock that housed the Imperial Star Destroyer, the Bouncer, a few support craft and some wings of starfighters. On the moon, a massive mining complex spread across the whole surface area of the planet. Built back during the Galactic Military Alliance’s reign, the moon’s miners provided the galaxy with over 60% of its Corusca supply. The moon itself boasted magnificent defenses including planetary ION cannons and 1000 TIE Devil Squadrons.

Landing in one of the Stardock Destroyer berths, the Dragon’s Glare began undergoing transponder changes to identify it as under Sith Knight Poreon’s personal command. While the Star Destroyer restocked its consumable and gasoline and underwent a cleaning, Poreon notified the whole crew that they were free to go on shore leave for an indefinite period of time. Poreon had serious thinking to do.

He took one of Phantom Squadron’s—his personal escort—TIE Defenders. Painted in the customary Phantom Squadron black with silver racing stripe, the TIE Defender would be Poreon’s new and last home.

Taking off, Poreon quickly jumped into hyperspace blindly, relying on the Force to escort him safely through hyperspace. During his second cross-galaxy journey of the week, he hibernated fitfully. Dark dreams filled his subconscious and even darker thoughts filled his conscious thought.

[DarthPoreon]

”You are pathetic…” a voice jeered. “You don’t deserve the title Sith…” continued the voice. “Running away at first sight of problems? You call yourself honorable?” the voice belonged to himself, Poreon.

His voice dwindled and was replaced by the buzz of a light saber igniting and cutting through the air. The buzz growing louder, another light saber joined the first energy sword. Finally, a third light saber chimed in the chorus.

Two black blades swept through the air, making infinity loops. The third blade, orange, stayed erect and barely swaying. The two black blades belonged to Poreon; the orange belonged to a shadow. It represented the Sith Empire.

Crypt walking forward, Poreon danced around the shadow and its orange blade. With a twist of his left “hand,” one of the black blades shot forward and collided with the orange blade, sending sparks flying across the midnight backdrop. The orange blade stayed put, just parrying the left blade of Poreon’s hand. In his right hand, Poreon swept low at the Sith Empire.

The shadow jumped up, batting down the right blade and left blade simultaneously. Poreon shot the shadow with a Blaster: it died.

Waking with a start, Poreon breathed heavily. In the cramped and confined space of the TIE Defender, he tried to regain composure. That dream… it symbolized something: something Poreon couldn’t quite place.

[DarthPoreon]

The vision shifted to the back of Poreon’s dwelling mind, having been flagged as a very low priority thought. The dream would become clearer; but for now, it remained a mystery much like Poreon’s shrouded past.

The Sith turned his attention to the slowly ticking down in-flight clock. In a red glow, the numbers displayed were nearing their end: zero. At that moment, Poreon would flick the revert levers up, causing the TIE Defender to return to normal space.
And when that happened… well… the Knight had horrible ideas. None of this would happen for another half-hour though. Praise the Galaxy.

Hard to describe his state of mind, Poreon teetered between all-out rage and mass destruction. Both states of mind were enough to send a wild Rancor cowering to its cave, and combined together, the two states of mind were enough to send a whole flock of wild Rancor back to their nesting grounds.

Darkness filled the seven-meter starfighter. It took its toll on the electrical systems of the snubfighter: fried circuitry, radioactive metals and sensor disruptions. It also took its toll on Poreon, the wielder and source of the dark power. Flesh about to rip apart, bones crunching together, muscles tearing, senses blurring into blackness and a high obsessed the Sith Knight. Darkness was consuming him.

[DarthPoreon]

The TIE Defender left hyperspace, leaving little traceable wake. The infinity of stars returned to their normal dance of a slow-beat waltz. They orbited a super-dense galactic core, not worrying about anything: no Galactic Civil War, no life and death issues, no Eclipse Class Star Destroyers, no Jedi, no Sith and no life. The stars had it easy.

If only Poreon could have it that easy… Nay, Poreon had responsibilities, goals, plans and a future. But with recent events everything had been thrown into a blender and turned inside out.

A Goliath of a star framed itself in Poreon’s octagonal view port. A blue star, the start possessed one terrestrial body, though it had been abandoned long before the New Order formed.

The star, dubbed Devil’s Sapphire for its deep blue color, barely registered on star maps and navigation computers. Devil’s Sapphire had once been home to a master and apprentice tandem of Sith, back when the Sith lived by the “Only 2” rule. At Devil’s Sapphire, the Sith Master had been killed by his apprentice, who rightfully took the title of Sith Lord after killing his master.

And here… Poreon would meet his death, too.

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*It was now a little over a week since the rebel group had taken most all of TSE's fleet manifests and created the Conclave. Although it did not seem to disappoint many members, nor the ruling Council. Snack, as well, was quiet pleased with the turn of events and the actions of the Council after. They have decided to do away with fleet operations and strictly concentrate on what it is to be a Sith: to make themselves and the Empire more the servants of the Force. It was exactly what Snack wanted, to become more like the ancient Sith in nature, which he had noticed not many in the Empire were. He himself was not. Of course, he no longer held the title of "Sith", and had been recognized by the Council that he renounced his title of Sith. He was still searching.

The Dark Knight smiled to himself as he roamed the halls of the dormitories. A maze with many paths, each one led to a different spot, yet there was always more than one way to go. He had yet to memorize all of those paths, along with the secret ones, but was close to doing so. The one he transversed was very dark and winding. The dim torches were there only for effect, casting an eire glow and aura in the hallway.

Anger. Aggression. Fear. Disappointment. Failure. The sudden rush of emotions hit Snack like a brick, dealing him a world of hurt. He stopped his walk and doubled over, leaning his side against the cold stone wall. What could be causing these thoughts? These thoughts that Plague the Darkside!? He took a breath of air, pushing the sudden pain of emotions aside. Without him knowing it, his Force senses took over, spreading out and searching the source on its own. A wave of familiarity overcame the Knight, which he identified as his own apprentice, and fellow Knight, Poreon. The connection and bond between Master and Apprentice rivals that of family with family. It was a form of friendship, forged over time spent in the training grounds, in missions, and just hanging out with each other. Poreon was Snack's first apprentice with the Empire.

Blinking, Snack re caught his composure and headed straight for the Knight's room. When he reached it, he found it empty. Snack thought for a second, then ran to the hangar bay. He asked the officer on duty there if he had seen Poreon: negative. Scowling, Snack pushed the man aside, accessing the data terminal. Performing a search, Snack found over three weeks ago Poreon had left for a trip around the galaxy and took his ISD, Dragon's Glare. He cursed to himself, remembering that Poreon had told him something of this sort a while back, just before he left. The constant training with his other apprentices have kept his mind occupied, driving that bit of information to the back of his mind.*

I should know where you are...

*He spoke to himself, trying to figure out were exactly in the Galaxy Poreon could be.*