On Her Knees (Completed RP)

[Lady DeVille]

ooc: Continued from Selonia (semi closed) at swfans. All relevent people welcome inside! Please, lets get some issues resolved./ic:

De'Ville felt herself being carried, and cracked her eyes open. She was as weak as a kitten, and it was an effort to reach the Force. When she did, pain throbbed through her temples. She moaned, and closed her eyes against the dizziness. Mortis, for he was the one carrying her, lowered her onto a surface in what had to be the medical ward.

She shivered violently, her body on the verge of giving up, but she mustered the Force and held on. Her mind flitted through the events of the past seven days. First, she had nearly killed herself by using the Force scream in the Council chamber, and then again in the med bay, in protest of what she saw in the council itself. TSO, in her opinion, could not last long.... Then she had been sent to her quarters on house arrest, but had been released the next morning by a huge explosion which had killed the troopers guarding her, and very nearly killed her. After spending five days in bacta, she had emerged this morning, to meet Sanis Prent.

That had been frelled beyond recognition.

Now all she had strength to do was tremble, and even that was taxing her resources. De'Ville's body was still woven over with light pink scars from the explosion, just recently healed.

What Prent's anonymous buyer had wanted her for, she could only guess. Death, and nearly immediate death at that, could await her at any moment. And she had not the strength to fight back.

[Lady Alaria]

The petite woman glided through the halls leading from the shuttle bay. Her escort of two tall stormtroopers flanked her as she made her way towards another woman in the hall.

Lady Vader.

There was a mess on the floor, several dead troopers were being taken away and the floor was being scrubbed by a disinfectant that stung the nostrils. She walked up the the Sith master, and cleared her throat. When Lady Vader faced her, Alaria spoke.

"I believe my husband is being held here. I want to see him."

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth entered the area calmy, the bulk of all remaining Storm Trooper forces quickly amassing along the side-walls, a few of them wielding Ysalamiri nutrient frames upon backbacks that rested on their shoulders. The winged Dark Jedi signaled them away, watching as they picked up their pace and exited the room, allowing full use of the Force by all. His hand touched down to his saber, his eyes trained on his Master and De'Ville, ocassionally scanning the room for any signs brewing trouble.

[Lord Dagger]

Dagger, flanked by a score of Jeseth's stormtroopers, rounded the corner. A smile spread across his face upon seeing Alaria, and then Dagger's face dropped and he almost followed it. He would have if he hadn't grabbed the nearest stormtrooper for supporn. His eyes went wide with horror, which the others could suddenly sense as the Force was returned to them. Dagger's face contorted in pain, as though he were straing against something. Something could not defeat but was trying to buy time against. He looked up at the two women infront of him
"Get.....me....a.....ysal...imiri....quick"
Dagger's face contorted again as he strained and almost collapsed

[Darth Roul]

::watched from afar as the two prisioners were carried off::

[Lady Vader]

*LV looked at the other woman, and knew what it was she wanted... she looked at Alaria with eyes of green ice, and pointed to where Dagger now stood*

There he is. Knock yourself out.

*what she wasn't expecting was Dagger asking, sounded more like demanding, a ysalimiri... she frowned and half rolled her eyes, snapping a finger at two troopers who were carrying ysalimiri nutrient packs... both troopers came to stand on either side of Dagger at safe distances, their blaster rifles leveled at his person*

*and De'Ville... what to do with that traiterous wench... LV wanted to give her a second chance, but the trust they had was gone... LV shook her head... she didn't know if that trust could be had again, ever*

*she smiled slightly and thought of those being held at TSO for trial... trust... it was all about trust, loyalty, and betrayal... and it gave her a splitting headache*

[Lord Dagger]

Dagger seems to relax imensly and then he looked at Lady Vader
"Thankyou my lady, you may well have save all our lives...but i hope this Stormtrooper is expendable"
Dagger punched through the closest of the ysalimiri wearing Stormtrooper's armour and rapped his had around his throat, iniciating his innate ability, Dagger drained the man of his medichlorines and then dumped the body, removing the ysalimiri nutrition frame and strapping it on himself in one swift movement. He smiled
"Much better...now, don't we have somewhere to be Lady Vader, like a trail perhaps, afterall, i have things to do...things which may change everything..."
Dagger's voice trailed off. He reached out and took Alaria's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze then returned his gaze to LV

[Lord Psychic]

*Lord Psychic has dispatched security squads of cyborg wookies, destroyer droids, and dark troopers to patrol the base in order to keep the peace. Much was wrong. Much.*

*Lord Psychic himself kept a close eye on things by viewing what the security cameras picked up. He knew something was wrong, but did not know what it was. It would be best to keep an eye on things.*

[Garrett Blade]

Thank you Psychic. But as I said, thanks to incompetence it shall wait now. I have already planned out a short order of roleplays that will take place before my trial. One such rp is my escape thread, which is taking place in this very forum. It is not an attempt to escape, but is story orientated - though how I do it is unfinalised. So if you intend to prevent me from escaping adamantly then please do not take part as it will spoil things. By all means make things a lot harder - but not impossible!

[Lady Alaria]

ooc: Excuse me, but don't clutter this thread with OOC comments. If you would, please remove them, as I would appreciate just RPing in this thread. Make a separate one ok!? geez! /ic:

She returned the squeeze of her husband's hand, and then retreated from the troopers. Her own escort was waiting for her, the two troopers repeatedly scanning the area for threats. The empty space created by the yslamiri was causing a headache to blossom between her temples.

"Lady Vader, what has my husband done to deserve such treatment?" Alaria had a pretty good idea, but she wanted to be sure. She stepped back between her tall troopers, feeling naked without the Force around her. Naked and hungry... she would need to feed soon.

[Darth Roul]

::disgusted with Dagger Roul left::
OOC: Thank you for proving my point Garrett. The council has been to slow on matters like this. Infact all of us have been. I posted in Garrett's trial thread, I even wanted to defend him. I say that they all should get a fair trial soon

[Live Wire]

*LW's face was expressionless as she entered. DeVille and Dagger were back among them. And dagger was clamoring for a Trial. It was a sad state of affairs to see TSO like this. LW went and stood across from LV keeping an eye on the entire room*

OOC: garrett dont worry just calm down it will be done

[Gav Mortis]

Having left the Council Room, Gav inhesitantly paced down the long, wide corridoor that connected all the major chambers in the Order's administration facility. Shortly after, Jeseth had almost intercepted him and rather than answering his question Gav lowered his defenses and allowed his apprentice to feel what he felt as he went past not even attempting to look at Cloak. What he felt was rather disturbing.

Gav had become a smouldering crucible of all the right ingredients to produce a volatile erruption of dark energy; his supressed aggression fizzed within with almost literal electricity, leaving his fingertips physically tinging with sadistic anticipation. Whilst his anger was a simmering cesspool of venom within, bubbling from his own intestines and working it's way throughout him reaching boiling point, Gav himself could almost here the sound. Whilst the bitter and relentless hatred burned like a raging fire heating the unearthly concoction of emotion and soon it would overflow and he was ready to release it all.

He saw Roul leaving the room he was heading to and already a small crackling of electricity could be seen from his parted fingers at his sides, the small sparks lept from finger to finger with his starved anticipation.


<HR>

Whilst the couple of Lord dagger and Lady Alaria embraced and held hands with Lady Vader watching on, the doors through which Roul had only just left, were ripped open as Roul was hurled through the air into the room. He cried in agony as he was sent through the air, bright, crackling, elongated fingers of electricity leapt through the air and surged through his body whilst he was in transit. The room was illuminated by a dazzling display of blue and white brilliance and filled with a pulsating surge of cracking electrical sounds.

The origin of the raw energy were the now visible hands of Gav who had now entered the room, still sending Roul soaring through the air, his eyes wide and ferocious, gritting his teeth with a sadistic pleasure, fueling the awesome power with his wild, fiery hatred. He was like a man possesed. With an insane cry of anger he released Roul who had now crashed powerfully into a durasteel column on the wall opposite.

The three other Sith stood silent, watching on in bewilderment whilst Gav had already begun his approach towards the trio and the accompanying troopers. His hatred was taking shape and he was focusing his anger to incomprehensive level, directed towards Lord Dagger.

"Don't ask any questions, your trial begins now!" he called to Dagger, his eyes sharp and behind them raged a dark storm, he was ready to kill and the time for words had ended.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth watched, his head slightly lowered in respect.

[Lord Psychic]

"Would Lady Deville, Lord Dyzm, and Chyrn please report to the discussion chamber now." Blasted Lord Psychic voice into the TSO com.

*In the discussion chamber, men started loading it full of ysalarmis under Lord Psychic's command. It's occupants were in great confusion as they were cut off from the Force. Soon, the entire room was contained with ysalarmi bubbles.*

*Lord Psychic himself had being veiwing everything from main security, and he sighed.*

[Lord Dagger]

Dagger looks at Gav, his face remained expressionless
"If you wish to kill me Lord Mortis then be my guest, i will not stop you,"
Dagger motions to the ysalimiri on his chest
"But you will have to do it like a man, without your precious Force powers, but you are still welcome to try"
Dagger voice dropped
"But i acept no responsibility for what happens, and if i kill you...well, i'm not being put on trial for it..."
At that moment LP's voice came out over the PA system. Dagger half turned to Alaria, his eyes never leaving Gav and made three small gestures. Alaria nodded and snapped off a command into her comm.
"What ever that man has against my apprentice i sujest he drops it before it gets him into trouble..my apprentice is somewhat of a hot head i'm afraid, and is currently where he can't be found..."
Dagger half turned to LV and LW
"As you can see, Lord Mortis appears to have gone slightly insane, i would advise you two ladys to step out of the way, i wouldn't want him to do anything rash and hurt you..."
Dagger finally turned his total attention back to Gav, now his face did show an expression, it was one of total readyness
"If your going to, then do it"
Dagger reached inside his shirt and drew his second lightsabre, the one the Cizerak had missed with their magnet because it wasn't made of metal, and no one had bothered to search him, so Dagger had remained armed all this time. Now he held the sabre up, switched off and waited

[Lord Psychic]

*Just as Dagger finished his sentence, a ball of energy soared through the chamber's open doors and stunned a storm trooper who happened to be in the room.*

*Lord Psychic chuckled and opened a private link to the disc. chamber via the TSO intercom.*

Careful what you say, Dagger, it may just happen.

*At that moment, squads of stormtroopers, Dark Troopers, Cyborg Wookies, and Destroyer Droids under Lord Psyhcic's command entered the room and aligned the walls and guarded the doors, but allowing members in.*

*Lord Psychic viewed the security screens, waiting too see when the others would report to the chamber.*

[Seth Darkserpent]

"Dumb machines won't do much." Seth muttered to himself. He had completely merged into the shadows, a trick he had practiced quite often. Now only a Force user with a good eye could track him down.

He watched as the destroyer droids and Cyber wookiees shuffled in. Something was going to happen, and he wanted no part of it. But being a Council member he had to involve himself in such things.

Seth, wonder if we get any fun? The voice in his head shouted. I would love to see the look on someone's face before you rip out their hearts.

"There will be none of that....yet."

Still, Seth couldn't help but taking out his battle axe. He let it contact with the floor, making no sound. Seth rested both hands on it's handle.

"But one can only hope." He cackled in the darkness, waiting to see what events would unfold.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Strolls up to the blastdoors and keys them to open, nothing happens. No suprise. Watching from a distance, from safety when the entire Order Gathers down below. Dyzm opens up a hatch next to the doors and enters a hardwired password. The doors creak open on a figure bathed in light from a dozen monitors stationed around the room**

My Lord Psychic, I recived your message, but I came here first. I belive you need to join your brothers and sisters in person.

[Lord Psychic]

*Although slightly startled, Lord Psychic paid it no mind that Dyzm had come. He shut off the monitor screens and turned his chair around to speak to Dyzm, acting naturally, trying to contain his anger.*

Of course, Dyzm, I will be there shortly. However I first have some important matters to resolve here, including making sure that Deville can get out of her bed. This is a very urgent announcment and cannot wait for anything. So please go there asap, I'll be there shortly.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Dyzm Nods, twists on his heel, and strolls out, heading toward the main chamber. On the way, he stops by his room and picks up both his lightsabers, the quick glimpses on the monitors showed a sitiuation growing into a conflict quickly**

[Lord Psychic]

*Annoyed and angry, Psy turned back on the monitor screens. He saw that Deville was still lying in the medical bay. He opened a private to there.*

"Doctor, I know that Deville is ill, however it is of great importance that she is taken to the discussion chamber."

Doctor: But sir-

"Listen, you are a great doctor, espicially after you went through hundreds of ancient files to find a cure to my disease. It is obvious that you really care about your patients. But you will comply with the orders, had you been any other doctor you most likely would be dead already. Now wake Deville and take her to disc chamber, you may put her on a hover chair and provide an escort if you want, hell you could personally escort her, but do it NOW!"

*The doctor was terrified, yet somewhat relieved that a Sith would let him off like this. He obviosly wasn't thinking when he talked back to a Sith.*

Doctor: Yes sir, I shall see to it, thank you.

*Psy disconnected the link just as Deville was awakened.*

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville opened her eyes, the affects of the stun blast leaving her mobile, but still on the brink of collapse. Troopers with ysalmiri entered the room, cutting her off from the Force.

Unfortunetely, the Force was the only thing keeping her alive. Her body shuddered, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she seizured.

[Lord Psychic]

*Lord Psychic was annoyed as he watched what was going on in the bay. The troops with ysarlarmis were sent away by the doctor and nurses. The doctor went over to Deville, and it looked as if she was alive--barely. The nurses began to fight to keep her alive, and Deville grasped with what little energy she had left with the Force, not allowing herself to die.*

Doctor: Lord Psychic, it is worse than we thought, if she does not remain in our immediate care she will die in a matter of mintues!

*Lord Psychic a private link to the med bay.*

A small spot in the room will be cleared for her with no ysarlarmis, but it will be only large enough for her body and perhaps a hover chair to fit in. Now MOVE, as soon as she comes out of the seizures I want her in that room!.

Doctor: Yessir.

*The docotor returns to treating Deville.*

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**As the Troops with Yasalamari move away from LD, Dyzm again feels her presence. He misses a stride, in shock of how far gone LD was. She was barely holding on...
Dyzm slowly picks up his comlink and thumbs it on.

"Lord Psychic, if your done meddling things you have no understanding of. Please report to the main Chamber, NOW, before you do any more harm. Leave De'Ville where she is currently. We do need her slightly more alive then she is now."

**Dyzm Looks up into the holo-camera that sat above his head in the corner of the hallway. His eyes narrow in disgust and the thing erupts with a shower of sparks with the dark force energy directed at it**

[Lady Alaria]

Alaria re-attatched her comm to her thin golden belt, and looked on as the Sith Master Gav Mortis literally blasted into the room. She gave Dagger's back a pained look as he pulled his hidden saber. Must you always fight? She knew the answer.

Her head snapped up, and she turned and ran out of the room, straight down the hall, taking the turns towards the medical ward. Her two trooper escort clattered behind her, and as she entered the ward there was another contingent of TSO troopers entering behind her. The Force was cut off from her again, and she gasped as if hit by a blast of cold water. They stopped by the door, and the Force returned to her as she stepped inside.

She made her way unerringly to where Lady De'Ville's bed was, in the main ward behind a semi-opaque curtain. She ripped back the fabric, and saw three nurses trying to hold down De'Ville's body as she convulsed. "What is going on here!?"

A harried looking doctor pushed past her. "We're trying to sedate her - we have to move her..." He held a hypodermic needle, and placed his other hand on the straining neck of the patient. Alaria darted forward and knocked him out of the way.

"What are you doing?! This woman could die if you sedate her! Only her will is keeping her alive!" The 5' blonde woman laid a cool hand on De'Ville's feverish forehead. She murmered something soothing, and the tremors of the other started to ease. The nurses relaxed, then jumped to action as the doctor barked orders.

"Hoverchair, now! I need straps and -" He looked at Alaria. "What!? Don't look at me like that, you have no idea...the Lord Psychic...I have to..."

Alaria jerked her head, and the two tall troopers took postitions to the head and foot of the small bed. "This is ludicrious. Up until a few days ago this woman was a respected member of this Order. And now, she's lying near death in a bed in the general ward, and some man is ordering you to get her up and move her somewhere!? Ridiculous!" She crossed her arms under her breasts. "Do not move her!"

The doctor sighed, and wrung his hands.

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville moaned as she began to come out of her seizure, a cool hand on her forehead comforted her... The Force flowed into her from the contact, but before any lasting help could occur, the hand was taken away. She was furious, and helpless. Frustrated and impotent.

Whoever is there, I hope you can hear me... I must not lose contact with the Force!

[Lord Psychic]

"Belay that order, the council so wishes." *came a voice from the medical bay entrance as Lord Psychic appeared.*

"Troops, take the others NOT TO LET ANYONE ELSE OUT. And tell them to clear a spot just big enough for Deville where there are no ysalarmi bubbles."

Stormtrooper: Aye sir.

*The doctor looked up at Lord Psychic.*

"Proceed with putting her in the hover chair. We both will escort her to the discussion chamber. Several Dark Troopers and Cyborg Wookies will also accomapny us with ysalarmi, but they will keep just out of the way of Deville so she may use the Force, as it looks as if she'd die without. Now get moving.

Doctor: Right away, sir.

*Before long, Deville was awakened and in a hover chair, and she found herself being taken down a corridor.*

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan had always found it wise to dissapear when the -DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR- hit the fan and he wasn't involved in the throwing.

You were right De'Ville, I now find myself apreciating the warning.

Silently, he hugged the wall, invisible, as she drifted by in a hoverchair.

Ysalarmi now passed, he slipped behind, staying out of the way of the nullification bubble.

[Lady Vader]

OOC: We're here. But some of us do have lives outside of the net. So, be patient. With summer break giving us more time to be out with our families and friends, it's most likely you won't be seeing much of us as much as you did during the semester.

And as to De'Ville being brought to the Council, yes, it was decided to do so.


IC:

*LV was getting sick of this whole thing... Dagger was demanding a trial... how odd was that? very... Alaria was running amock... De'Ville was being brought up... though quite incredibally slowly for her tastes... Roul was being tossed about... and Gav was throwing a light show for everyone... frankly, LV was getting pissed*

*she would handle each one seperately and quickly... time to end this pointless banter*

Dagger! We will have your damned trial in a moment! But, I will not have you demand it from any one of us. As for Gav, he will not kill us. Nor will he do anything rash at this time.

*she looked at LW and sent her a quick, private message via the Force*

See to it Gav remains under some means of control. It helps us not to have him going bonkers at this time.

*she gestured to a guard to aid Roul up... the man stood and brushed himself off, looking annoyed, but otherwise remained silent*

*she turned back to look at Dagger, but didn't address him.. rather she brought a comlink up to her lips and spoke... she inquired as to what was happening at the med-bay and Psy told her*

Psy, just have De'Ville moved on a repulser lift. Just keep the ysalimiri far behind untill she is in place here in the council room. Alaria can accompany the repulser lift to make sure De'Ville remains steady. Just have the Captain of the squad in the med-bay keep an eye on her.

*she cut the com off and addressed all present*

Once we have all those charged with crimes against TSO here present, and once we have the Council members accounted for, we will proceed with the fate of those accused.

*she was starting to feel impatient and frusterated*

[Lady DeVille]

Still slightly dazed, De'Ville opened her eyes and found herself strapped into a repulsor chair. Snap out of it, Lilaena, these people want you dead, so don't do them any favors, okay? She gripped the arms of the chair, and tried to pull herself up.

Whatever the doctor had given her was working, and her strength was slowly returning. She shook her head a little, dazed. What happened to me? What the bloody hell is going on with my body? It was betraying her when she needed it the most.

She felt hands helping her to sit up, and easing the straps holding her to the chair. A cool hand brushed the hair back from her eyes.

"You're being summoned to the Council Room." Alaria was walking beside the hover chair. "The doctor gave you bacta intraveniously, and it seems to be helping. There was also something else..." The blonde smiled. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

Secret? What secret? De'Ville was left no time to wonder as the hover chair swept into the Room, and the double doors swung shut behind.

[Live Wire]

*LW nodded slightly at LV to acknowledge her mental message. LW discreetly moved towards gav, puts a hand on his shoulder and sends him a private message*

Control yourself! Calm down so we can get this mess delt with.

*Her attention stays on the room around her. Everything is encompassed in a ysalimiri bubble save for the small spot deville rested in. Her blaster was in her boot and her saber strapped to her side as was customary.*

You want your trial! You're getting your trial.

OOC: All the actions taken by the council members have been sanctioned already so no bitching about it.

[Lady Alaria]

Alaria walked beside Lady De'Ville in her chair, and as the woman opened her eyes, she helped her sit up straighter. A sleeve of her blouse had been ripped off in the haste of the doctor to get a needle into her arm, and she was very pale. Other than that, De'Ville seemed to be coming around.

She smiled at her, and kept her hand on her arm, giving her as much strength as she could. Alaria wasn't a fighter, so TSO had little to fear from her. If pushed, she would retaliate, but there was no reason to. Not yet, at least.

Her hunger for midichlorians was getting higher, but Alaria quashed the impulse. She had a few more hours before she had to feed, and it seemed that De'Ville needed someone by her side. Not being a fighter had given Alaria time to extensively study healing. While it wasn't a Dark Side power, she had spent years and years in pursuit of it, and had gotten as adept in the art as a Dark sider could be.

The doors of the Council Room closed with finality behind the contingent, Alaria's two troopers had been left outside. She didn't mind, as she could take care of herself. The lighting was fairly dim, and she allowed her eyes to adjust to her surroundings. De'Ville's arm shook a little, but the woman in the chair clamped her hands on the arm rests and struggled to sit higher. Alaria loosened the straps holding her in a little to allow her to sit up all the way.

ooc: Hmm, wouldn't it be really hard to isolate just a small area as a Force island using yslamiri...since the bubbles aren't necessarily uniform and all...and the areas involved in the bubbles are sort of big. ;) Not bitching about the Council, and I wasn't before, fyi. I can if you really really want me to! :) /ic:

[Garrett Blade]

OOC: Also, the ysalmari bubbles are cumulative in power area. If you have one on its own, you get one bubble. But two by either side and you won't get two bubbles next to each other, but a bigger bubble. So if the troopers are close together, and there is a space for De'Ville, then the bubbles will still extend to overpower her, so you're going to need a pretty big space between De'Ville and the ysamlari-bearing guards.

[Lord Dagger]

OOC/Agree with Garrett and LD, plus LV, your inside that ysalimiri bubble, you have no access to the Force to speak to LW about anything\IC
Dagger faced Gav with a smile, which turned into a smirk as Gav's 'light so' disappeared as the expanding Force bubble encompaced him. Dagger watched calmly as stress lines creased Gav's face as the Force was stripped from him. Everyone else in the room had only just had the Force returned to them so it had no effect on them what so ever in the headache department. Dagger felt the cool reasuring texture of the ornate lightsabre in his right hand, he lowered it to his side, but kept it in full view as he turned to Lady Vader
"I never demanded a trail Lady Vader, i asked for one...although being realistic i doubt i would have had to concidering the number of people that want to convict and kill me"
Dagger turned his attention back to the recovering Gav

[Jeseth Cloak]

(ooc) For the record, Yes, you can use the Force while in a Ysalamiri bubble, but you can only use it to affect yourself. You can still use Force speed, strength, etc. etc. But you can't use thing's like Force Lightening, Tekepathy, or anything that requires mental abilities that could affect others. It basically confines your control of the Force to your own body (unless you happen to have a Ysalamiri centimeters or away, or close enough that it would affect your own body (like Dagger has right now). Now lets stop with the OOC comments!

[Darth Roul]

::walked into the Council room and waited for the others who were summoned to come::

[Gav Mortis]

Never once did Gav's gaze leave Lord Dagger whilst he spewed the idle language which he had so eloquently mastered over hundreds of years, nevertheless, some learn slower than others whilst Gav on the other hand, didn't care one jot for sentances which had been stringed together in a poor attempt to intimidate your enemy. He had passed that level of conflict and was now saturated with the most sour, vicious loathing of the man that stood before him.

His pace was strong, confident and inhesitant and on his approach he delved into carefully concealed pockets at the back of his trousers and with one swift motion revealed two long, smooth metal shafts roughly three feet long, they had obviously climbed up his back in their concealed position. At that moment, Gav felt a light touch on his shoulder after hearing Lady Vader's assumptions and without accknowledging the hand nor Live Wire's telepathic message, he continued walking.

Fluidly he spun the long cylindrical objects once and they met in the center and with quick, nimble movement his hands flew over the metal, spinning one of the shafts, screwing them together in the middle. There was once a time, the bo was composed of three cylindrical parts but for efficientcy, Gav had made a new one of only two parts and rather than the dull, platinum metal presentation, the bo shimmered in the light of the room. It seemed to have been varnished and was smooth and reflective after being plated with cortorois, something which took over a week to accomplish alone.

The maintainence of eye contact had always been a key element in Gav's combat style and there were moments when he felt he could peer into the very soul of his opponent and disect their very will. This way he was able to remain focused and doubtless. He neared the ready, awaiting Dagger who held his lightsaber firmly in his hands above his right shoulder level, a piercing glare withall however Gav wasn't in anyway affected by this as he'd engaged in enough battle to nullify him to any such intimidation.

Almost in front of Dagger, Gav brought the lengthy weapon up with a smooth swing from his left side until it was thrown into a horitontal spin above his head in order to throw off Dagger's concentration and quickly swinging it down so that one end was going to collide with the Sith's left shin. However as Dagger reacted to the iminent attack, to his suprise Gav pivoted on his left foot and spun clockwise away from his opponent bringing the bo with him away from Dagger at an alarming speed. Suddenly, Dagger felt a very solid, sharp pain in his knuckles as Gav had brought the same end of the bo up from ground level as he spun to make contact with Dagger's hand, he knew that Dagger would be unable to see the approaching attack due to his back being turned to him.

Inevitably, as a result of the devastating contact of the bo with his hands, Dagger loses grip on his weapon and the saber handle clanged as it hit the floor and whilst his opponent recovering from the assault, Gav ensured the onsluaght continued. Shortly following were two powerful, swift swings aimed once at Dagger's head which was blocked by his forearm although needless to say the impact of the bo against his arm would have a weakening affect, the second swing from the other direction was aimed lower and collided with his left shin for real this time. This form of assault to both sides of his upper torso left Lord Dagger open for attack in the centre.

Siezing the oppurtunity, Gav quickly reached out and with nimble skill his fingers gripped the neck of the Ysalmari on his opponents chest and with one brief movement snapped the fragile bones within, killing the creature immediatly. Already Gav could feel the intensity of the nullified force area deaden, leaving three more Ysalmari bearing gaurds.

"It's only a matter of time!" he reassured Dagger, whispering into his ear, who had recovered from the recent assault, although Gav had no doubt in his own combat capabilities.

Suddenly, Dagger felt another sharp, stinging impact, this time on his chin as Gav leapt into the air and back-filled whilst in transit, purposly bringing his bo into contact with Daggers face as he did. Landing several metres away, Gav, still focused was gradually becoming accustomed to an area void of the Force. There was an icy degree of control behind his eyes and although far from incomplete, his mastery over fear was potent.

[Lord Psychic]

*Before Psy entered, he ordered many troops near the entrance to kill their yslarmi. As that happened, the large bubble was made smaller and LD with her escorts entered the room, all the ysalarmi-bearing guards far off from Deville, closer to the others, giving her enough room for use of the Force. Non-ysalarmi holding Dark Troopers, Cyborg Wookies, Stormtroopers, and Destroyer Droids then stood around the doorway and covered the non-ysalarmi area, leaving enough room for Deville, who was pushed slightly across from the doors. *

*Psy then sent a telepathic message to Dyzm.*

'Dyzm, I am in the disc. chamber, however I fail to see you, after all your screaming at me I want you in here now.'

*Psy then entered the ysalarmi bubble and viewed what was happening. All were accounted for other than Chyrn and Dyzm, and they if they must they could probably do without Chyrn.*

[Darth Roul]

::Roul's bodyguard the noghri danach entered and stood next to him::
I may need you today danach

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Dyzm walks up behind Psy**

Recived your Message, but I had to pick up 2 friends first...

**Dyzm pats one of the lightsabers which hung from his waist. Dyzm then turns his attention to what was happening in the chamber. With a sigh, he watches Gav's attack. The ancient sith might have been correct in there ways of One Master, One Apprintice. To late to change that now of course. Dyzm turns to look at each of the Sith Masters in attendance. Some where visionarys, some where traditionalist, others where jst plan clueless and what was going on, and what to do about it. Dyzm looks down at the patch with the letters TSO sewn into it. Only a few knew what those letters ment to him. And how he would wear them with pride. Dyzm returns his attention on the fight and shakes his head in disgust**

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville plucked at the torn sleeve of her blouse, and looked around the room. There were a few troopers around the perimeter of the room with nutrient packs, but De'Ville could still touch the Force. She concentrated on strengthening her body.

Looking out at the Council members present, Vader, Wire and Psychic, De'Ville raised an eyebrow. "Where are the others? Aren't there seven of you? Where is my master? Where is Jedah? If you are trying me for something, he must be present." She looked at Alaria, who shrugged.

"What exactly is going on?"

[Jeseth Cloak]

The Noghri fell to the ground, his body sliced into two sections as Jeseth's saber came to life. The doors to the council chamber shut, and for a moment their was silence as all around watched. Gav completed his attack on Dagger, repairing for a second time around... Now was a good a time as any.

"Lord Dagger, Dark Lord Dyzm, Lady De'Ville... The council has found you guilty of high treason against The Sith Order. You are all to be sentenced here and now accordingly."

Jeseth shoved his saber deep into Dyzm's back as the Sith stared at him in utter surprise. The pulsating blade ripped free from Dyzm's flesh quickly as it tore out through his side, leaving him bleeding profusely from the smoking, half cauterized wound, which Ascension had left.

"Those of the accused in question who still remember how to bow... or even can..."

He gave a quick look to De'Ville.

"Get on your knees."

[Lady DeVille]

She stared at Jeseth, and pulled at the straps holding her into the chair. Alaria knelt beside her chair and assisted her, loosening the bindings with her small fingers. De'Ville growled, and brushed her away, yanking with little affect on the straps. Then, they fell away, and Alaria smiled a little, but stood away from her, voluntarily stepping into a Force null area.

De'Ville looked at the council members by turn. They weren't all there... Frell, who had hired Sanis?! She pushed herself up, and walked out of the chair, and knelt, back straight, eyes cold...like two ice chips in her face.

[Lord Dagger]

Dagger rubed his chin, Gav's bo had stung more than a little, without the Force the attack had come completely by suprise, he would not make the same mistake again. Dagger took a single step to his right and stamped down hard on the end of his lightsabre flicking it up in the air. Dagger's hand reached out and grabbed it as it came to waist hight. Holding the blade out infront of him Dagger thumbed the activation gem. The crimson blade snapped into life, the faint humming the only sound between Gav and Dagger. No words were needed the two of them understood what must be done and understood it perfectly, here and now was where it was going to be resolved the rest of the people in the room were irrelivent to Dagger now, only Gav mattered.

Then Dagger heard Jeseth's words, so, they convicted him without a trail, fools, how little they understood. Well, they had just released him from all committments, if he was guilty of treason then so be it, TSO held no bonds for him anymore he would show them why he had existed for so long and why TSO had no right to accuse him of anything. Dagger looked at Gav once more, their eyes met and Dagger could almost feel the hatred in them. Without breaking eye contact Dagger gave Gav a small nod to sybolise he was ready. The he remembered something else, the ysalimiri Gav had killed, its nutrition frame was still around his shoulders. He reached up with his left hand and carefully undid the strap, letting int fall with a clatter to the floor.

Dagger brought his sabre up infront of, oh how he longed for his second weapon, he felt strange with only one sabre, but with one sabre he had learned to fight so he might as well die with one, for Dagger held no doubts that he would die in this room, one way or another he would die, but that didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was that he defeated Gav that was the anchient Sith's only goal now. Moving with cat like grace Dagger began his advance on Gav. Once in striking range he did, his sabre coming round from the right, perfectly horrizontal. Gav moved the bo it intercept, only to find Dager now held one end of the bo in his gloved left hand. The powerful muscles in Dagger's left arm, muscles he had spent years developing, at the cost of learning a variaty of Force powers, now came into play. Gav's weapon was forced slowly down as Dagger applied all his conciderable strength to the end of the weapon. Gav tried to twist the weapon out of Dagger's hand only to find the sabre in his right hand once more decending in a deadly arc. Effectivly pinning Gav with his bo in that possition. Slowly, ever so slowly Gav's knees began to bend, slowly at first and then suddenly he was forced to his knees by the stronger Sith. Dagger's booted foot lashed out and smashed into Gav's undefended face, breaking his nose and spraying blood on the floor. A second such kick made Gav's head begin to pound as though his brain were being forced out of the back of his head by the force of the kicks

[Lord Psychic]

*Sadly Lord Psychic shook his head.*

'Why must it come down to this..'

*He knew that that three would get what they deserved, but he was still unceratin of Roul's fate because of his participation in the treason.*

'It's TSC all over again..'

[Lord Psychic]

*Seeing the battle between Dagger and Gav growing bigger, Lord Psychic took out his blaster and aimed it at Dagger.*

Dagger, you fail to listen. I am not suprised.

*Dagger turned around as a blaster shot was hurled into his leg, causing him to crash to the ground upon his knees, the immense pain sinking in.*

That's better.

*Psy then went over and jabbed Dagger's own saber into his blaster wound, causing immense pain, Dagger gritted his teeth trying not to scream.*

[Darth Roul]

Jeseth, Danach was my bodyguard, he would do nothing to no one if you didn't touch me. And Dyzm, how does it feel to have a saber in your back.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

How does it feel to be betrayed just like you betrayed TSO? I joined you to exploit you. I got enough info and then told Live Wire and Jeseth all about it. This was my evidence and your demise.

[Seth Darkserpent]

Seth jumped out of the shadows he was hiding in. In his hand, he held his battle axe, and a sword in the other hand. Naturally his black mask covered his face, along with a crown fastened tightly around his head.

<font size=5>"TREASONOUS SCUMBAGS!"<font size=2> He screamed in the chamber. "Today, you shall ALL be judged."

<font size=5>"ON YOUR KNEES!"

<font size=2>Seth paced up to the bowing De'Ville and rolled up the bottom of his mask. He spat at her, the substance striking her arm.

"I would never expect this from you." He growled. "You are a powerhungry wench who only serves yourself."

Seth backed up a little bit and stood guard should anyone try to fight back or cause a disturbance. Sweat formed on his forehead as he tried to contain his anger.

[Gav Mortis]

<FONT SIZE="1">OOC:
Psychic, I don't think Dagger might agree to some of that, I mean I think up to the extent of prodding him with his own saber will suffice otherwise you're doing too much without giving him a chance to reply. So do you mind if I just apply my writers liscence here? :)</FONT>


IC:

Reeling from a second boot to his face, he was able to hear, although distant at first, Psychic's voice, gradually his hearing was restored as the effects of the blow died away. The front of his face drippped with blood, leaving some of his black attire damp. Suddenly, he heard Dagger groan in pain as a blaster bolt his his left upper thigh, there was a smell of burned flesh and he was able to hear the wound sizzling from the effects of the blast. Looking deep into Dagger's eyes whilst his teeth gritted with the agony caused by Psychic's attack, this gave Gav the chance to visably see Dagger's pain; it was present in his reddened face, his dripping sweat, gritted teeth and cringing face. Fueling a dark, sadistic pleasure within, Gav, with a coarse snorting sound launched himself into the air, aided by the support provided by the bo held by Dagger and himself.

Both of his feet impacted in Dagger's face as he did, who finally released the bo, allowing Gav to pull it with him, over Dagger, which was easier than he'd previously thought as Dagger had crouched slightly due to the wound in his thigh. Landing behind his opponent, Gav saw Psychic rubbing salt into the wound, well, a lightsaber blade anyway whilst Dagger winced with the pain. During which time Gav gestured to the three Ysalmari bearing gaurds.

"Kill those vulgar creatures immediatly or mark my words, you will suffer a fate worse than death!" with that command, two of them men instinctively snapped the necks of the Ysalmari they held whilst one hesitated.

However at that moment, Gav was releaved at the immense weight lifted from his shoulders as the bubble void of the Force almost collapsed. He sighed with relief as he was no longer in the nullified void and breathed heavily, his sight was disoriented momentarily and his head seemed light and the room whirled somewhat. Slowly, he regained his grasp on the Force whilst feeling the full effects of Dagger's devastating blow to his nose, bringing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose, Gav cringed as he tried to reallign it. Partially he was successful, although the damage was done and it stung with a sour pain which made his eyes water.

Wiping his face clean, still making a foul gargling and snorting noise he approached his opponent, who Psychic was trying to take to the rest of the Council to little avail and with one swift swipe with his bo as he walked past, Daggers legs were taken from under him and his head smacked on the cold, metal floor of the room with a decorative splash of crimson blood around his head. Before walking past, Gav turned and looked on at the worn, lying Sith and suddenly spewed forth the vast amount of blood and saliva which he'd been collecting in his mouth, the vulgar fluids splattered over Dagger's eyes and the awful composition of white and red began to run from his eyes down his cheeks as Gav walked away, leaving Dagger in a temporarily blinded state.

"Would someone get rid of that last, putrid creature over there!" he said talking about the Ysalmari being worn by the hesitant gaurd, who hadn't killed the creature when Gav had asked.

[Live Wire]

*LW pushed the gaurd out the door, not wanting to waste another creatures life. Ysalimir were handy. Once the gaurd and the creature were away she turned her attention back to the fight. She saw dagger in pain on the ground, blood dripping from his wound and felt no sorrow or pitty for him.*

This ends here and now!

The evidence was presented and its undeniable that you are all guilty of high treason against TSO.

*She looked at the people who had tired to destroy TSO, with anger and hurt in her eyes.*

[Lord Psychic]

OOC: Is there any stopping you? lol I edited it.

*Psy turned around and looked at Dagger, lying on the floor, breathing hard.*

Pitiful fool.. he never belonged here anyway.

*He then turned to Dyzm, who was trying to ignore his pain.*

Dyzm.. I thought you were better than this, I would expect this perhaps from Dagger, but not you. Fool.

*He then turned to Deville.*

And you.. you are a powerhunrgy chip off of the Ita|a, trying to destroy the council TWICE. Congratulations on your wonderful failure both times, I hope you are quite satisfied with yourself.

*Psy walked a few steps and stood, trying to contain his anger.*

You will now all get what's coming to you.

[Lord Psychic]

OOC: There are still some people who need to vote in the council room, I suggest it is done now.

[Lord Dagger]

OOC/Fine, kick me s***less without giving me chance to respond\IC
As the last ysalimiri left or was slain Dagger felt the Force rush back to him, and with it the presence of the Dark Lords in his mind. Dagger moaned, his body no longer his own, the pain caused by Gav and Psychic no longer relevent. Dagger flipped back to his feet and layed a single hand on Psychic's shoulder. As the knight turned in suprise Dagger's fist swung round, Psychic ducked the fist only to have Dagger's knee smash into his face. Psychic was dropped, as though pole-axed and lay there on the ground, unconcious but not permanently harmed . Dagger then looked round at Gav. Gav turned to look his opponent in the eye and took a sudden startled breath. Dagger's eyes were no longer the cold green that had reflected the anchient Force Vampyre's soul, they were no black pits, which did show a sould, no, Gav corrected himself, they showed many souls, all of them Sith, all of them Dark Lords, all of them buring with hatred. Gav's moment of suprise was all it took Dagger to cross the distance between them and smash his fist into Gav's already shattered nose. The force of the blow was immence, flooring Gav. He looked up to see Dagger standing there, not just his own, but Psychic's sabre in his hand as well
"Get up worm...you are not fit to call yourself a Dark Lord, you are nothing compared to us, your watered down blood makes you weak"
The voice was no long the gentle voice of the anchient Vampyre, it was as though a great many voices were trying to speak at once, a great many voices who had not been heard for a long time, the voices of anchient Sith Dark Lords.

Gav flipped back to his feet, readying the bo instantly, the thing that was once Dagger attacked with sudden and unlimmited fury. Gav found himself now fighting two sabres in the hands of a master of his craft, and once who's muscles now tensed like iron chords as they beat away at Gav's bo, slowly driving him back, each blow taking a heavy toll on his hands from the reverbarations along it

[Morgan Evanar]

Amoungst all the commotion and calamity, Morgan went unnoticed. He liked it that way, and he crept into the room with Gav and Dagger, hugging the wall. Slowly, he centered himself behind Dagger as he gradually beat back Mortis.

Morgan quietly dropped onto one knee, and pulled his very large, very shiny Desert Eagle free of it's holster, and aimed it, leveling it at Dagger's shoulders. He pulled the trigger twice, sending a pair of fifty caliber ceramic jacketed, ferrous cored slugs howling at hyper-sonic speeds.

Dagger was suddenly flipped over, his right arm dangling incorrectly at his side. The impact had shattered his shoulder.

[Lord Dagger]

Dagger hardly noticed the fact that his arm no longer functioned. He instead reached out with the Force and caused Morgan's weapon to exlode in his hand, the parts flying in all directions, one slicing Morgan across his throat, causing blood to flow down his chest. Dagger did all this without ever taking his eyes from Gav, in mid strike though Dagger dropped the second lightsabre and called his own back to his hand

[Darth Roul]

::p ulls out his blaster and aimed it at Morgan's head. was about to pull the trigger when he re-aimed it at dagger::
Get up you filthy son of a bitch, so I can blow your -DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR-ing head in.

OOC:you can edit the cussing if you wish

[Lord Dagger]

Dagger once again reaches out with the Force, this time at Roul, this time giving no pause for thought on the traitor. Roul's blaster exploded, Dagger ripping it into tiny pieces with the Force and compressing the power pack until it exploded in Roul's hand, burning them to the point where he could no longer hold a weapon of any kind. There was a wave of silent thunder and Roul was smashed against the wall, two more waves smashed into him, smashing his head against the wall and causing blood to trickle from the back, rendering him unconcious

[Darth Roul]

::layed on the ground knocked out and completely unmobilized. He couldn't feel anything and started to sieze::

[Seth Darkserpent]

While Dagger was busy destroying Roul's blaster, Seth had crept up behind. When Dagger finished his attack, he jumped at the Sith Master and knocked him down. He sat on Dagger's stomach, placing both boots on his shoulders to secure him, using the Force to add weight. Seth held both of his weapons on Dagger's neck much like a scissor motion.

"I can sense you, reach out with the Force, and I lop off your head. Now just sit tight and refrain from doing anything. Try anything, even BREATH and I'll slice you. Now let's be a good team player huh? No need for any more blood shed."

Seth was tempted to kill Dagger, but not until the man received his trial.

[Dyyz Natal]

::sat up in the pitch dark rafters and pulled out a sniper rifle. He placed his silencer on it. He had his yasalimri next to him so no one with the force could see him. He looked through the scope and aimed at Dagger's head::
Your mine

[Lord Dagger]

Dagger smiled up at Seth
"Didn't you hear, we have already been sentenced, there will be no trial..."
Dagger looked up at Seth, there was what appeared to be some inner termoil and then a wide smile crept over his face. It was a smile of total victory. Then he reched out with the Force, it didn't matter what he reached out for, he didn't care, while he still had control of his body he had to make the best use of it. He touched Live Wire's mind
"Forgive me lady, it was not my choice"
Seth reacted instantly, but not fast enough to stop the message, his weapons closed. Dagger managed to shout one final word before Seth's weapon's closed
"JEN!!!"
Dagger's head severed from his shoulders. There was an awful howling sound in the room as a black shape rose up from the decapitated Force Vampyre. It was a host of Sith Dark Lords. They howled again and then were sucked up into a howling vortex. Then a black figure appeared above the body and bowed low then it turned away. A second figure appeared beside him, all in the room recognised Jen Katrina. She held out her hand and Dagger took it, and she led him into the darkness

[Lord Psychic]

*Psy slowly regained consiones, and the Force aided his recovery. His saber was gone, but Dagger had been stupid enough not take his blaster. Psy put a com to his mouth and signaled the ysalarmi-bearing troop to return. The troop walked in and stood behind Dagger, cutting the Force from him.*

"Troops! Assemble around Dagger!"

*Suddenely a large.. Jen??? surronded Dagger's body.*


*Several Destroyer Droids, Dark Troopers, Stormtroopers, and Cyborg Wookies surronded Dagger, weapons aimed, but Dagger's body slumped to the floor. When Seth was done, the troops fired all they had got at Dagger until his body was vaporized into nothing, leaving only his head.*

Fool.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Dyzm Lays on the ground, the flow of blood had stoped with the aide of the force. Shielding his movements with his cape, Dyzm pulls out one of his lightsabers and activiates the Slave Control Unit to his Ship. On his second lightsaber, he activates the thermal detenator and keys on the deadman switch. Dyzm stands when he hears the sound of engines. With a force blast, Dyzm knocks those nearest him to the ground and ducks behind a pillar as the Scythians Weapons blast a hole in the wall. Dyzm starts running toward the ship. Its weapons keeping the way clear. With a weez, due to a collapsed Lung, Dyzm jumps into the ships cockpit and engages the shields. **

[Seth Darkserpent]

Seth stared blankly, his mind trying to accumulate what had just happened. He played it back a million times, not understanding. Seth had just witnessed the passing of Lord Dagger.

"Son of a BITH! WHY WAS HE SO FOOLISH ENOUGH TO MOVE?!?" Seth screamed.

He picked up Dagger's head and held it in one hand, putting his other weapons back. Seth now held his head in both hands. He stared at it, the blood dripping all over his gauntlets.

"T'was not meant to be this way!" Seth shouted. His emotions took over. He felt angry for Dagger actually prompting him to kill him. Seth still held the head firmly. "Dagger...." He felt no remorse, only anger. The head disappeared, and only the helmet and his armor remained. Seth picked up the armor and connected the helmet to it. He slung it over his shoulder and turned to walk out of the discussion chamber. Hastily he walked off to his own chambers to think.

[Admiral Roebuck]

"Commander" came the voice as Roebucks image appeared on the internal Holonet, "Is the planetary shield up?"

The Commander answered with a salute, "Yessir! He wont be leaving the planet in a hurry!"

"Excellent, send out two squadrons of TIE Defenders, keep track of his present course using sensor arrays and send a few Shadow Droids after him too, just for good measure. Roebuck out."

The Admiral turned to monitor Dyzm's ship on the sensors, not knowing how ridiculous the odds of escape were against him.

[Lord Psychic]

*Lord Psychic spoke into his comm*

TSO defenses, prepare to engage the planetary ion cannons, fire at Dyzm's ship should it leave.

"Yessir"

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**On board his ship, Dyzms Monitor lights up like a Christmas tree. He backs the ship up and skims above the city streets. Dyzm then patches in a code**

"Bring up Tou-Mega 216"

**Down on the planet, old data, hard wired into the system, spring to life. A massive energy serge spreads throughout the system. As Power Plants built far back during the Days of TSC worked overtime. Like a plauge of electricity, the surge overloads programs, working its way up. Fail-Safe Programs. Weapons systems, defense systems overload and are systematically shut down. The shields remain due to alternate shield power plants.**

[Darth Roul]

::woke up and stood up. Roul wobbled about and fell back to the ground. He got up again and force healed his hand within minutes. Roul felt the blood had dried on the back of his head. He knew not to scratch it off and then sat donw in a cushy chair covered in blood from the fighting that went down today::

[Darth Roul]

::hops in his fighter Inferno. Starts the ship up and waits for Dyzm to make his move::

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Dyzm's Fighter Screams through the atmosphere terrain following. He heads for the nightside of the planet, keeping his eyes on the radar. The Admirals Ships where pacing him in space. For now, Dyzm was safe under the shields. He checks his chrono again. He had 3 minutes. He checks his radar again, looking for prusuit, but no-one followed. That Fool Roul was still sitting in his fighter, trying to act important, and there was no way he could catch Dyzm. The Scythian was the fastest ship in the Order.**

[Admiral Roebuck]

"Shut down those plants that are the cause of the power overload and bring online alternate ones, newer plants Commander!" came a quick comm message once again, the Commander immediatly began getting to work on thosen orders.

Roebuck sat forward carefully monitoring the much faster Defenders approach Dyzm's ship.

<HR>

The twenty-four TIE's screamed through the planets upper atmosphere with there was barely any friction with the air, allowing them to near Dyzm's ship at an alarming rate. The experienced fighter's began to descend virtually on top of Dyzm's ship when they commenced a relentless bombardment of ion cannon fire and on the second volley of pulsating blue beams, the ship was hit twice, ionising it's engines temporarily and it began to spin out of control.

With his control over the ship lost, Dyzm found himself spiralling down towards the ground from several hundred metres up. At that moment, a storm of laser fire rained down upon the ship from the Defenders and although somewhat innaffective, the great erruption to the left and above of the ship caused by a double whammy of concussion missiles. This severky damaged the shields along with the turbolaser bombardment as Dyzm's ship continued it's downwards spiral.

<HR>

With the power almost fully restored the Admiral gave another command.

"Make sure there's a wing of Defenders up there and have the three Victory Star Destroyers launch the fighters in preparation, although I strongly doubt it's neccessary Commander!"

[Premier Romanov]

Finally, the task force lead by Romanov to scout the Correlian sector had arrived back at Corellia somewhat ahead of schedule as a result of the urgent requirement above the planet sent several hours ago.

Now in orbit above the planet were two Imperial Star Destroyers, four Victory Star Destroyers and another six Interdictor Cruisers which were now strategically placed about the planet in orbit.

"Launch all fighters" commanded Romanov and watched as several moments later numerous wings of TIE Interceptors and TIE Defenders were launched into a swarm of patrol.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

OOC: SCREW IT ALL!!! Ok I crashed, I'm Still hundreds of miles away from the city...

IC:**Dyzm Pulls his burnt and battered body from the Ship. He was a mess, his powers drained in keeping the side injury from killing him, and now the crash, he could feel his life slowly draining. With effort, Dyzm climbs up the small hill he crashed into. With a sigh, Dyzm flops down on the grass and gazes into space. He watches the Defenders fly over him quickly and away. Dyzm pulls the comlink out from his cloak.**

"Commander Driss, You have my orders to come in for a pick up... I expect to live **Cough** maybe 15 more minutes at the least... I expect you to be here in 10"

Driss " Acknowledged sir, we are incomming"

**Dyzm drops his hand back to his side. Into the small river of blood coming from his side. Great Women, that Driss, If I succeed, shes going to earn a promotion With that thought, Dyzm lays still and watches the stars shimmer.**

[Lord Psychic]

*Lord Psychic knew Dyzm couldn't stay in that ship forever, and he picked up his com. He was going to send out a small security force, not one of TSO Defense forces although because it wasn't needed.*

TSO Security team Gamma, deploy on speeder bikes and sand speeders, conduct a search about for Dyzm within 1000km of the TSO base. Should you find him, he is too be taken prisoner.

"Yes sir" came the reply.

*******

*Not long afterward, Psy got an incomming message from one of Gamma's speeders.*

Sir, three of us have located Dyzm's ship, we're closing in on it. TIE Defenders have surronded it.

"Excellent, hold your position and keep me informed."

Aye sir.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**The Comm on his Watch Beeps and Dyzm opens his eyes painfully. It is Time...**

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**In the depths of cold space, 8 Starships drop out of the depths and form up in a diamond shape. 1 Imp Star II, the Shadow Rose, 2 Imp Star I's Tyrant and Shrike
4 Strike Cruisers Outcast, Fireblast, Rediskard and Silver Woof and One Aging unnamed Imperial Dreadnaught.
On board the Shadow Rose**

Commander Driss:"Pinpoint Lord Dyzm's Exact Position, and relay it to the Dreadnaught"
Ensign Harker: " Commander! We have Capital Ship Contacts at point 2,7 and multiple Fighters Comming this way!"
Commander Driss: "Do Not Attack with Turbolasers! I repeat Do Not Attack with Turbo lasers! We are under Lord Dyzm's Direct Orders, Fire with the Ion Cannons Only!!!

**As the ships form up around the Shadow Rose, the Dreadnaught lumbers toward the planet. On board, hundreds of human/alien lives, chained and crammed together, await there destiny. Driss Contacts Dyzm again**

Commander Driss:"My Lord, everything is ready, prepare yourself...

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**On the planet below, Dyzm suddenly becomes aware of the troops around him. Ignoring this threat, Dyzm stumbles to his feet and stare upward. He watches a glowing light become larger and then a bright flash.**

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**In Space, The Dreadnaughts forward dive hits the shields and highpowered explosives in its fore section explode. The expolosion collapses the shield in the area and the remaining half of the dreadnaught falls through, rapidly closing with the earth. On the Hill Below, Dyzm feeds off the torment and death of the innocent prisinors who died when the ship exploded. He gathers his energy. The troops around him notice the burning wreck and start running toward speeders skimmers, what ever. They Dont have time... They Wont Escape... His eyes never leave the burning wreck as it falls faster and faster, soon, he could see nothing but the man made meteor. Soon, the Rebirth...**

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**The Ship's Remains hit the ground with collosal force and explodes. The blast his heard many miles away and is seen from space as a bright flash. The Troops around are vaporized in a flash As a pillar of fire burns away, igniting the surrounding forest. A Fitting tribute to a Dark Lord. On board the Shadow Rose, Commander Driss watches without emotion**

Commander Driss:"Helm, Bring the ships around, enter course for Dennaskar.

**The Great Ships turn in space and head off toward the far side of the planet from the interdictor cruisers and away from the gravity well projectiles they produced**

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth stood quietly in the aftermath of the explosion which he had fully expected... it had all happened almost too quickly for him to register every action individually... but it was stored away in memory well enough. Dagger was dead, Dyzm gone, many of the others chasing after him...

"Hmm... The council has made it's judgement. Sith Lord Dagger, you are to be sentenced to death."

He jokingly shrugged and motioned to the mess on the floor that was once Dagger.

"Dark Lord Dyzm, you are hereby..."

Bah.

Jeseth shook his head. He was gone too, though not definately dead.. at least not yet, anyway.

"...you are hereby stripped of all rank and responsibility. Darth Roul, you are hereby stripped of all responsibilities. Lady De'Ville, Lord Chyrn, and Lady Alaria... you are hereby banished from The Sith Order."

He pulled his wings taught against his backs breifly, stretching them out to their full span, then pulling back in for a second time. Blood covered the floors, and even Jeseth's saber still hummed loudly. With a hiss, it faded into nothing, only a shining metallic hilt left behind. The Dark Jedi clipped it to his belt and sighed, then glanced about for a second time.

[Live Wire]

OOC: I am so ashamed of this thread....theres so much bull -DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR- in here Im ashamed its at tso. The crap being pulled out of peoples asses and god moding is making me sick. *sighs*

IC:

you heared the judgement. It is the decree of the council.

*she looked over at deville and alaria*

Pack up and get out now! I dont ever want to see you anywhere near here again or else you will pay the ultimate price.

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville glanced down at her arm, and saw the glob of Darkserpent's spit dripping towards her wrist. As Dagger's body was severed from his head, she wiped it off her arm and onto her blouse. Blood splattered her and Alaria...Dagger's blood.

Alaria was talking, mumbling something, falling to the ground as a trooper tried to hold her back. De'Ville remained as she was. Dzym ran out of the room...

...she remained. Perhaps she had been forgotten. Wait, Jeseth was saying something. Banished? Not too bad. Rather painless, actually. De'Ville looked up at Live Wire, her former master who was glaring at her with hate in her eyes. Perfect.

She stumbled to her feet as a trooper grabbed her beneath the arms and pulled her up. The sound of Alaria sobbing filtered into her hearing, and she looked back at the small woman. Alaria seemed tinier than before, her blonde hair covering her body as a trooper hauled her off the floor and dragged her out of the room.

De'Ville steadied herself on her escort, then pushed him away. He grabbed for her, and she twisted sideways, taking a blow to the midriff before she broke his nose. She wiped her hand, and turned away from the council, walking to the door in her own power.

As the double doors swished open before her, De'Ville paused. She turned her head to the left, and spat on the floor, then walked out, the doors closing behind her.

[Lady Alaria]

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Alaria threw herself at Seth as the sabers met in the middle, severing her husband's head. A trooper grabbed her arm and she tripped, falling towards the floor. The trooper stopped her fall and yanked her up by the arm, bruising her bicep.

Tears stung her eyes as a ghostly woman took Dagger into her arms...and into death. Katrina. Alaria burned with momentary rage. She had taken his heart when Alaria had been gone. Now...she was left with nothing. Not even a memory of a true love. Had it all been lies?! She went limp, falling onto the floor as the trooper's hand slipped. "Dagger, my love...my life."

She wept, huge sobs racking her small frame. The trooper hauled her to her feet, as Live Wire's words entered her ears. Alaria lifted tear stained eyes to the Sith. "I have already paid the ultimate price." The trooper pulled her out of the room, and she was met outside by a contingent of stormtroopers. Her escort had been relieved of their weapons, but they flanked her as the trio was taken out.

Alaria turned as saw De'Ville walking out by herself. She spat on the floor, and was met by her own guards. The blonde lost sight of her as she was swept around a corner of the hall.

[Lady Vader]

*LV had not done a thing during the fighting... she had stood her ground*

*and when the accustations and punishments were called, she had remained silent*

*there wasn't much to be done in the situation... they had voted and what was done was done*

*it was time for TSO to put this mess behind them and move on*

[Jeseth Cloak]

(ooc) Yes...

(ic)

Jeseth walked out behind De'Ville, stopping her in the darkness beyong the doors.

"Wait."

He glanced at her, watching as she came to a stop.

[Lady DeVille]

"Wait."

De'Ville paused, her guards trying to move her along, but she planted her feet firmly. "Cloak." The troopers backed off a little, allowing the Council member room to talk to the exiled Sith. Her eyes betrayed nothing, except a little tiredness she was unable to hide. "What is it now?"

[Jeseth Cloak]

"You're leaving here with me... or rather, to a place which I will decide."

He waved the guards away, responding to his command, their prior orders overidden by his will.

"Yes, my lord."

The storm troopers made their way down the hall, securing the area and continuing a search for any inserrectionist activity. In but a mere week, largely due to the incompetance of those sentenced, the troops had dwindled to a merely 300 of the original 1000 attained.

"Will you come willingly?"

She knew by the tone of his voice that she ultimately had no choice in this...

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville stared into the cold dead eyes of the winged Sith, and slowly nodded. With TSO closed to her, she had no where to go. Her newly refurbished gunboat was in orbit of the planet, and her TIE Infiltrator was in a hanger...

There was nothing in her rooms at TSO, all had been destroyed five..no, was it six? days earlier. "I will follow you. But I must contact my master...Lynch. I do not know where he is." She felt a little lightheaded and dazed, and her stomach was starting to hurt from the punch she had received.

[Jeseth Cloak]

"In time, you may contact him. You require treatment for your injuries, else I fear you won't make it through your journey."

Jeseth placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding her down the hall and toward's another <a href=http://pub23.ezboard.com/fthesithorderdiscussionchamber.showMessage?topicID =577.topic>destination</a>...