De'Ville entered the Chamber...

[Lady DeVille]

...and stalked into the Council Room. She paused in the middle of the room, and screamed at the top of her lungs. Anger, fear, and pain come boiling off and out of her like the plague, and the Council Table was broken by the force of her power. It crashed to the ground, and the chairs were tossed against the far wall, smashing like matchsticks.

She drew in a deep, shuddering breath, and sat in the one chair that was untouched. Closing her eyes lightly, she gripped the arms until her knuckles were white. De'Ville was about to do something TSO needed badly.

Through the Force she sent out a call to the members of TSO, not expecting any to show up at TSO, but letting them know the circumstances of what was going on.

Be it known to all-
The Sith Order, constructed from the once proud remnants of The Sith Council, is on its last legs. The Council does not participate in the Order. Our military leader proudly taunts and belittles the power of the Sith. I know that now is the time for action.

We have decayed much, losing members, and unable to keep the ones who are here. I, Lady Lilaena De'Ville of The Sith Order, Knight and Council member of the Sith, hereby dissolve the Council, and revoke all powers thereof.

In place of the former Council, I set up a provisional Council, consisting of Darth Viscera, Lord Dagger (should he return) and Seth Darkserpent. Until Lord Dagger returns, I take his place in the senior postition on the Provisional Council. When Lord Dagger returns I will step down, and relinquish all authority to him. Should he not return, I shall keep control of TSO.

All former Council members are welcome to TSO.

ooc:gtg, more later!/ic:

[Live Wire]

WHAT???????????

[Darth Viscera]

*Bows*
I will perform the duties required of me to the best of my ability.

[gengar13]

Hmmm......powwr struggle.

[Darth Viscera]

Hardly. This organization needs to be rejuvenated. Many council members were inactive, and the Garrett apologist, Admiral Roebuck, has made clear his utter disdain for the Sith. Do not worry, Gengar. All this is for the greater glory of the Sith.

[Seth Darkserpent]

Seth nods from his corner in the shadows.

"Indeed it is. If you have any objections Gengar, direct them to me."

Seth salutes DeVille.

"I am ready to do what is asked of me my Master."

[Jeseth Cloak]

<font size =1>OOC: This post is sometime after my return... By now, it would be expected that perhaps a few of you may have begun to hear rumors of my death not being nearly as final as it should have (if you were at all interested) feel free to ask questions. I am contemplating a return to TSO, if current council members are willing. I would have to say that the present situation makes me a bit uneasy... though it is perhaps a neccesary evil.

Aren't all evils neccesary? Hm....</font>

IC: A strange and familiar presence begins to work it's way into the room as the doors to the discussion chamber slide open ever so slowly. The automation of the security system had been bypassed, and clearly what had been used was brute force, in a manner of speaking...

Echoes reverberated as the massive steel gate locked into place, and then a single darkened figure rested within the center of poorly lit gothic archway; dark black hair clung neatly above shadowed eyes, and the darkness was no longer merely falling in it's usual natural patterns. The man stepped foward, dragging behind him a cloak of cold, darkness, and a cache of aggression and pain.

With many slow strides, the shadow's came to slowly tear from the man's visage, revealing the familiar, yet rather pale face, of Jeseth Cloak.

How interesting...

His milky white pupils traced the outline's of all those present. He had clearly heard De'Ville's call to arms as he made his way through the compound; rumors of death and betrayal had causesd him leave a trail of littlered corposes throughout the main entrance way.

[gengar13]

He shakes his head.

*Nope i object to nothing. I trust this is for the good of the sith at TSO and that you all will do a very good job as council members*

He bows his head to the new council members of TSO.

[Kahn12]

Whatever you say LD. Power to the people! Yeah man! Dude, let's just go like take over the world!

*Kahn appears to be drunk, which is not good since he's underage.*

[Morgan Evanar]

Evanar stormed out of the room in a fashion similiar to an angry Kodiak bear. He flung the door open, and all in the room felt a breeze from the air displaced.

The door was slammed with such force that it reverberated violently on it's hinges, threatening to work the screws free from stone.

Viserca in charge? One may as well enter us into a mortician's log right now. He thought as he stalked off to his quarters.

Or maybe its me. Am I cursed? Must everything I touch fall? Evanar flung himself onto his bed, and with a growl, cracked the stone floor. Flecks of stone and dust flew into the air from the blow.

[Kahn12]

*Kahn watches Morgan leave.*

Dude, he need's to like, lighten up, know what I'm sayin? Ohh...hey guys, make the room stop spinning.

[Darth Viscera]

*Viscera frowns at Kahn's drunken outburst*
"Apprentice, close your mouth before you say something even more stupid."

[Kahn12]

*Kahn grew sober quickly when he recognized Viscera. He was about to say something else, but heeded Viscera's warning and kept silent. He glared at Vicsera w/ anger. He hated people treating him like an inferior.*

[Darth Viscera]

"Apprentice, if you cannot contain your desultory feelings at a time such as this, then you must leave the discussion chamber, lest you have something more immediately relevant to say."

*Viscera turned to his friend Jeseth. Although he was surprised he was not dead, there were more immediate matters to attend to.*

"What do you think of this arrangement, friend Jeseth?"

[Kahn12]

*Kahn sighed, letting the anger leave him.*

You know, it wouldn't be that bad if you lightened up a bit. And please stop calling me Apprentice, my name is Kahn. I don't believe we've formally met before.

*Kahn extended a hand.*

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth came between Kahn's hand and Diktat Viscera, nodding to the boy he had trained with not long ago. The Dark Jedi continued to walk deeper into the chambers, examening his familiar surroundings.

"This arrangement may prove to be quite beneficial to the order... I bring tidings of caution, however. There are many who will not stand for such an inssurection within the walls of a place that has for so long been under the same influential rule. I must.." He paused for a moment, thinking of a right way to phrase what he had only intended to think, and not speak, "consult, with my siblings on this matter."

[Darth Viscera]

*Viscera nodded, taking it in*
"Consult with your siblings to what end?"

[Kahn12]

*Seeing the 2 men engaged in conversation, Kahn withdraws his hand and leaves the Discussion Chamber. Viscera seriously annoyed Kahn, the way he kept calling him Apprentice. And when he had tried to be friendly, the guy had ignored him. Kahn wished he was strong enough to read minds with the Force.*

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth's pale eyes narrowed. Suspicion was such a nasty thing to have passing around.

"We must deliberate, choosing wether to acknowledge this inssurection as a new head for this group, or merely a passing dissruption in the usual flow of things. In time, we shall choose to either lend our support... or perhaps crush this mounting travesty to order."

[Darth Viscera]

*Viscera nodded again*
"If you deem it necessary."

[Jedah Lynch]

From the darkness foot steps walking can be heard in the darkness.

"And what can your group do if TSE decides to take the other side?"

Out of the darkness behind Jeseth appears the Sith Master Lynch who walks past him and then turns to look at him with glaring eyes.

"However it will be TSO that decides TSO's future and no one else has any business in it...Take it one from who has been dead..."

From Lynchs cloak his wings shoot out before they fold upon his back

"....and on the side of the angels..only a darker brand, that what your brothers and sisters say in this might be and can be meaningless."

A grin forms upon the Siths lips before he turns his attention to that of his apprentice and slowly walks towards her.

"While I can understand what you do...and why you do it, I doubt how far you can take this and if anything..."

Looks back at Jeseth.

"....exactly for who or whom you might be doing this..."

Lynchs attention focuses back to Deville.

"Take it from the one time Judas of TSE such events can sometimes work however it can lead to something else if not strife and tear an organization apart with many long lasting bitterness....would you have that between long standing allies in this organization?"

Spinning around he looks around the council or what was once the council room.

"Do not think I'am bashing you as such my young apprentice.....however make sure you know what it is what you do and what consequences may come from it"

[Darth Viscera]

This has all gotten very much out of hand. I must speak to LD, lest the entire galaxy decide that now is an opportune time to strike at TSO while its council is being mildly restructured. Threats from two dark-side groups is quite enough for one day.

This should not have been publicly announced so early, for it is not yet decided what is going to transpire.

[Jedah Lynch]

"I threaten no one....TSE does not wage war upon TSO since they are allies, it has been such and it still is as far as I can see."

The Sith chuckles slightly

"If TSE would ever threaten anyone the people in question would know it as they would be under attack already..yet do you see any fleets from TSE massing to strike?."

"The answer is no,as stated TSO's affairs is TSO's affairs not any other groups and TSE is not one for acting against an ally"

[Darth Viscera]

OOC: Can you please get on AIM Jedah? It's urgent that I speak with you. There seems to be some sort of mass miscommunication going on.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth raises a brow, examening the Sith Master who now seemed to be some bizzare yet still mirroring image in his eyes.

"Do not be mistaken, Jedah, The Black Hand plays no part in this sudden decision. I am merely making it clear that until there is a final resolution to this turmoil, It may be difficult for others to see clearly who is in charge here..."

He dismissed the look of accusation and brought his now batlike and fleshy wings closer to his own shoulders.

"Much like TSE, TBH bears this group no malice or hostility..."

His voice carried thin and very tendril tones, working it's way steadily into the ears of all present. Jeseth always had something melodic about the way in which he phrased his speech.

[Xarkz Chaos]

*A voice comes from behind Lady De'Ville. "Interesting prospect, if I say so myself. I just hope this new council can support itself along with TSO."

OOC:would write more, but it late, school night, sleep... :)

[Jedah Lynch]

The Sith nodded to Jeseth satisfied with his words at the moment.

"Good to hear, a peoples destiny is their own as is TSO's, which is my only opinon in this matter at the time"

[Lady DeVille]

She opened her eyes.

"Ah..." De'Ville exhaled slowly. "I see my little message has brought my mistress Live Wire from her sleep." She unclenched her hands and found her brow soaked with sweat from the effort she expended communicating through the Force. She felt the beginnings of a monstrous headache starting between her eyes.

"I would thank you all for coming, but I'm afraid now is not the time for thanks. I am angry. Angry that TSO has gotten to the point that I must threaten a coup on the existing government. Angry that the Council as it is seems to be defunct and disordered."

She stands on shaky legs, dark cloak covering her slim body. "I have no wishes for this to become a power struggle, or for old relationships to suffer because of what I have done.

"But the old Council is broken. Healing is perhaps a Jedi art, but I would that TSO might be healed! It is dying! Can you not see it?!" She turned bloodshot eyes to Live Wire, wide with pleading.

Give into the light, De'Ville...let go of your hate... She crushed the voice of Cline in her head. Now was not the time for distractions. De'Ville gathered the Force into her as a shield against the murmers in her head. The cost of her outburst earlier was taxing her body, and De'Ville blinked slowly.

She stepped away from the lone chair, and swayed unsteadily. "I step down from my postition as council member. I-"

De'Ville crumpled to the ground, head smacking the stone floor with a dull thump.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth walked to her calmly, placing a hand across her temple, watching curiously. He sensed some turmoil within her, but it was too difficult to grasp the source.

De'Ville?

[Jedah Lynch]

Lynch looked down at his apprentice as he moved to her side putting two fingers to her throat to check for a pulse. Seeing there was one he picked up her body and carried her over to the table and lay her gentlely down upon it.

Moving his hand up over her head he inspects the bump she took from the fall. Something did not seem right, something the Sith Master could almost sense yet it was too distant.

"Get some water"

[Lady DeVille]

The Sith knight's body lay there, unmoving and unresponding, although her chest moved lightly with her breath.

[Jedah Lynch]

Seeing her breath the Sith was quick to act not wasting a moments time he patched through to the med bays within TSO and told them to prepare for Devilles arrival. Then puttingh his arms under her again he picked up her body and began to race through the hallways to the med bays location.

As he finally reached the room several doctors took her from his grasp placing her upon a bed trying their best to find the problem that suddenly plagued her.

[Darth Viscera]

OOC:
We could have two councils. The junior council would act as the staff officers of the senior council, and would take care of all the less important stuff, so the senior council wouldn't have to, and could therefore be idle. The senior council would be able to veto decisions made by the junior council.

[Lady DeVille]

ooc: LW, LV, LL, Dagger: I mean NO OOC disrespect to anyone. I am good friends with all of you, and I hope you agree with me that TSO needed a boost of some sort.

I do not want to run TSO. I do not want control of TSO. I want people to get together and decide what needs to be done. Now, LD is off to the med bay, and so its up to you, the members of TSO to decide. If you want LD back on the Council (if you decided to continue with a council) then feel free to ask. I'm not sure what she will say. ;)

Now, figure it out! I'm not going to do it for you!/ic:

She remained still, seemingly shrunken inside herself as she was carried off to the medical wing.

[Lady Vader]

*LV sat in her chair, boiling with rage... perhaps the order needed some spiffying up, but for it to be done in this matter without consulting the whole body was outragious*

*and what made her even more angry was the lack of respect... the fact that this had not been done in a more suitable manner... she liked order, gawddammit, she wanted ORDER*

*LV slowly stood after LD's outburst, digging her extended claws into the freshly polished table... she kept her face calm... she kept her emotions and thoughts blocked from the others... she became a stone wall*

*she watched silently as LD was taken away for medical attention*

*she looked at the others*

It is clear that De'Ville has chosen wisely in resigning from the Council. Obviously, she can no longer handle the responsibilities entailed with the title. As for the Council being disbanned, because it was not chosen upon by all members, it is null and devoid. One voice cannot speak for the many. The Council still stands as it did, albiet without De'Ville.

It is also clear to me that some of the members here...

*she didn't mention names, but she knew well who they were and they knew who they were*

...feel that TSO requires a "face-lift". I will agree to this, but it will be done in an orderly fashion. And those on the Council will remain as they are, unless they themselves wish to resign. Those empty spots will be voted upon to see who will fill them.

*she walked over to LD's chair, placing both hands on either side of the back of it*

As for this chair, no one will ever sit in it again.

*it was aid to be symbolic, not literal... but to show it's symbolism, LV proceeded with her next act*

*snarling, she dug her claws into the wood, straining, the muscles on her arms burning and bulging to their limit... she did not want to use the Force... she wanted to vent her rage on something solid using nothing but her natural strength and sheer ferocity... the chair creaked, shaking splinters off near the top... the wood began to splinter, sending sharp shards into her hands and forearms... she felt no pain, for the anger had numbed her completely... the blood flowed and she forgot it's warmth against her skin... with a mighty roar, she tore the chair in two, splinters and wood chips flying everywhere... with a disgusted sneer, she threw the two pieces to the floor, each one clattering to a hault next to the table*

*straightening to her full height, she looked at each Sith standing there, making eye contact with each one... she knew them all... she respected them all... each one was a member of her family*

*with that, she left the room*

[Live Wire]

OOC: You know Im around every single damn day! My desktop died and Im trying to use a slow old laptop to try and get a couple posts in at night! Cut me some slack geez!

IC:

*LW sat silently making no attempt to hide her anger. It was clear LD no longer thought clearly. While her motives may have been good the method lacked rationalization. LW never cared for power....all she ever wanted was to serve those who had become her family and she felt betrayed by the blatent lack of respect shown.

It was true change was needed at TSO but not at the expense of what was most valued. LW looked at all the members assembled......she could see not all of them had the best interest of TSO at heart. It was indeed time for changes. Time for a little more discipline.

LW stood from her chair*

Does anyone have anything else they would like to say??????

[Lady DeVille]

ooc: *whew* still alive /ic:

In the medical wing, De'Ville lay under a white sheet, arms folded across her chest. The thin blanket was brought up to her chin against the cool air of the ward.

Her eyes flicked from side to side under her closed lids, but she did not move, or regain consciousness. She felt deeply about TSO, and now suffered for her passion.

[Jedah Lynch]

In the room of the med ward in the corner not even moving his arms closed with one foot up against the wall the Sith made no gesture whatsoever. His head was bowed low, his visage blocked by his hood that he wore.

He could sense the anger that was LV in the council room and that of LW as well. Such things did bring about such reactions, that was something Lynch knew all too well of. For the sake of TSO he wondered if it could yet again recover as it always seemed to do time after time defying all the odds that were so often placed against it.

But he would leave that to those in control, their choices were ones that had to be made now and for the sake of all he hoped the right ones would be made. For now however his only concern, if the Sith did actually feel any such emotion..was for that of his apprentice. He would make sure nothing else happened to her for now, it was his duty as her Master to make sure she lived and served the Sith ways so he simpled watched and waited as the med doctors moved about doing their work.

[Pierce Tondry]

In response to Live Wire's query, a figure quietly enters the room. Pierce comes to a stop shortly inside the doors. He steps to one side. ' What interesting timing I have.'

He then clears his throat. "If I may address the Council?"

[Live Wire]

*LW turns to Pierce and nodds her face still showing her annoyance at the whole situation*

Of course. What is it you wish to speak about?

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth groomed his nails against his very recognizable black clothing, wondering in his mind about De'Ville's current condition of health - mental, and physical. He listened to the going-ons with an eye for detail.

[Pierce Tondry]

Pierce inclines his head differentially. His eyes are cold and dead, but his brow is furrowed with concern. "It's come to my attention that something is wrong with one of your members. Her name's Lilaena De'Ville- I think she's not herself. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but she's been acting differently lately. In a way that might indicate her mind has been injured."

Pierce's eyes flicker back and forth evasively. "I have a certain interest in seeing her recover."

He coughs slightly, then returns to looking at the Council. "Is there any way I might be allowed to see her?"

[Seth Darkserpent]

Seth just stayed in the back watching everything. He pondered on a few questions. "Was this all such a good idea?" he asked himself. Personally Seth thought DeVille needed to do what she did. Maybe it would shed some light on the Order's Council.

Seth bowed his head for a moment, a low cough escaping his lips.

"I will do whatever is asked of me by the Council."

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth somberly approached the bowing figure. Seth carried a familiar presence, but Jeseth could not recognize the face. Had he forgotten him as well? Perhaps as a distant memory? The Dark Jedi's eyes fixed themselves onto Seth, examening him for a moment, then wandered off again in contemplation.

[Live Wire]

*LW looked at Pierce curiously*

If you feel you can help in any way it would be much appreciated.

*LW glanced at the others in the room...nothing more would be accomplished by her staying here so she led Pierce out of the chamber and to the med bay where DeVille was being held*

[Seth Darkserpent]

Raising his head, Seth stared at the approaching figure, strong in the Dark Side. Instantly, his memory clicked in. He dragged his feet across the floor stopping before the man.

"Jeseth Cloak...Why am I not surprised. Even the grave can't hold you."

Seth grinned at Jeseth. The Dark Jedi was obviously confused. He did not recognize Seth for he had never seen Seth.

"You knew my other as Naga. He met his end in a duel with Leia. I am his succesor."

[Lady DeVille]

"Nooooooo....Mother! Father!" The memory replayed incessantly in her mind's theatre, and De'Ville was helpless to stop it. The little boy in her head, Cline or not, would not go away.

She was standing, no, kneeling outside a house that had exploded from within. Charred skeletons lay in the garden, having been thrown from inside...

De'Ville's eyes roamed, but did not open. Her lips parted in a silent moan. "Forgive them, forgive yourself..." The little boy's voice echoed in her head. She unconsciously gathered the Force in her and let loose a psychic scream.

NOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Jeseth Cloak]

He turned to quickly address Live Wire before she departed from the room, raising his voice within reason so all could hear.

"Misstress Live Wire, Lady Vader... You seem to be under the impression that simply because the Lady De'Ville is not in good health, all she has said has been invalidated. I don't beleive it's merely a matter of dismissing it for lunacy - Her words have been heard by all. Perhaps it would be in better judgement to bring together all members and addres this issue here and now."

Jeseth's shoulders tensed up a bit, anticipating any kind of reaction.

[Morgan Evanar]

His fist was still in the dent he had put in the stone, contemplating his curse.

If I am cursed.

Morgan shook his head slowly, heaving a sigh, slipping slighty off the bed.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It echoed violently through his skull, high and peircing. With a whiper, Morgan fell off the bed, eyes wet from the pain of the scream.

[Live Wire]

Jeseth this will be addressed publicly. But DeVilles health is of most concern right now! Im not dismissing her words as lunacy...if she is insane remains to be seen. The fact is she had no right to act on her own as she did and that invalidated her announcement.

*LW winced as LD's mental scream tore through her*

As I said...her health is what is most important at this time!

[Darth Roul]

Ah Ha!
I told you a revolution was coming!
You didn't belive me!
Now you want order! I tried to give the council order with the articles, but no our laws are based on comon sence! You didn't belive me and now you will pay the price! I saw the future and you wouldn't listen! TSO has been on the downfall since day one. We need a leader to pull us out not a new council, but the council we have now with some replacments. I say we run an election. LD did the wrong thing by dissolving the council on her own. She doesnt have that power! I ask the people to decide on what they want. Choose LD or your true founders, you true leaders.

[Jeseth Cloak]

"Thank you, Mistress Live Wire." Jeseth bowed respectfuly, his ears catching the rantings of Darth Roul... He rose, a sneer coming to his pale and rather expressionless face.

"Roul, your articles were very much not going to have been a resolution for this event that just occured... If anything, they would have limited the council's activities and caused less participation on many members' behalfs. We are not a large group, yet we are all held together by bonds that are stronger than anything forged by blood or holographic digitizers for some collection of unuseful and restricting laws... You seem to forget that the Sith have long centered around power... control..."

His hand went out, slowly forming a fist as he continued onto his next sentence, crushing something which all could easily visualize as having been there... but what could it have been? Anything following was washed away in a quick moment of silence... or seemingly to many, it may have been a moment of silence; Jeseth's lips once again continued their whispers, forming a language strange and alien to most. His voice was almost hypnotic as he once again spoke, making all present feel a warmth of fire burning deep within themselves... or what little of themselves now remained.

"What use have you for laws, but merely to break them? If a sense of brotherhood cannot be forged by your own hands, then you cannot expect any lasting sense of 'order.' Perhaps already I've said too much, but an election for new leaders may not yet be a required step... Perhaps once all members of the parties involved have been brought together, a final balance will be struck. If laws are indeed what is required, then they will come about of their own volition."

The shadow covered man began to slowly make his way toward's the main gates, stopping only for a moment to close his eyes and take in a general feeling to the chambers... Jeseth's blood began to warm, boiling within him as he exercised his rage. He required medical attention once again.. He would need to make a hasty departure for Vjun... lest he risk permanent damage to his brain, and possible los of whatever memories were still left intact. He couldn;t risk losing that... Not all of that.

For a breif moment, his life Force feigned, his body wavering between life and death, and then once again he was whole. It was too much of a risk... he needed medical attention now.

"Diktat Viscera... Perhaps you could prepare a bacta tank for me? I fear my health is in a very dire condition at the moment..."

He once again feigned, this time slipping to the floor. He had pushed himself too hard and the Force would not maintain itself within a dead and lifeless coil.

[Dark Lord Malice]

Walking up to Jeseth, Malice helped him up keeping him on his feet.

*The floor is no place for a sith my friend*

Looking at his master LW he bowed his head.

*I say once LD is better, that the whole TSO get involved. Apprentices and what not. If there is to be a new council, then let it be chosen as a whole and not just by some*

[Darth Viscera]

*Viscera picked up Jeseth, and carried him to the medical bay, where a too-onebee droid emersed him in a tank of higher-concentrated bacta reserved for emergencies. He was still not certain how Jeseth had been revived, and it puzzled him greatly.*

I buried him myself! Viscera thought as he walked back towards the council chamber.

[Lady Vader]

*LV was not in the chamber when Jeseth made his little speech, but she heard it through the Force as she walked down the long dark coridors... she continued to keep her thoughts and feelings closed and confidential on the matter... she needed time to cool off... what had transpired had been a shock to her system... more times than she could count walking down the coridor, she had thought of going to the med bay and relieving her rage on the person who had started it... but, she had refrained for the mere reason it would not have solved anything... most likely it would have caused even more caous and she didn't want that*

*yet, as she walked down the corridor, brooding over her thoughts, she couldn't help but think with a sad sigh that she had made a terrible mistake in suggesting LD be appointed as a Council member so long ago... she had shown such promise, LV had trusted her, had even called her a sister... now, she didn't know what to think or what to call her... now, now LD was drowning in the deep recesses of her own damn mind... goodness only knew what would become of her*

*LV shook her head as she rounded a corner, heading down yet another dark and long corridor... yes, TSO would come out of this as it always did... but would she have the strength to continue on?... the corridor seemed to grow longer and darker with each passing step*

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth's eyes oepened slowly as he took a deep breath. He was destined to repeat this... every 30 cycles he would find himself back within a vat of fluid, floating there peacefully. It was a dependency he could little afford... Delirion had fled, and he had yet to find her. 30 cycles would not be sufficient time to accomplish such a task... and while his recovery had been inexplicably quick this time around, reviving his body could take anywhere from several hours to several cycles...

<font size=1 color=lightgreen>Tap .. Tap .. Tap ..</font>
Jeseth quietly wrapped on the surface of the tube, signaling for a medical droid to drain the solution. Scanning the room, he couldn't make out too much through the fluid... but there were some rather distorted figures moving about, as well as familiar auras.

[Jeseth Cloak]

<font color=lightgreen size=1>_____ Moments Later _____</font>
Jeseth dusted off his clothing, flexing his left hand to assure that all the connections to his nervous system were operating properly... His breaths were still and somewhat ragged, but he was recovering... He had more time now - a good amount of it. Hopefully he'd be here for whatever talks were to go under way, then he could head towards Vjun, or out to find Delirion.

His steps echoed throughout the room with a clanging quality as he exited, his eyes scanning for any sign of Viscera or Lady De'Ville.

[Darth Viscera]

Viscera reentered the medlab, alerted by the droid that Jeseth was once again in relatively full health.

"How are you?"

[Garrett Blade]

*It had been almost a week now, since the events transpiring on the day when <A HREF="http://pub23.ezboard.com/fthesithorderdiscussionchamber.showMessage?topicID =369.topic">the "Council" met to discuss the issue of Morgan Evanar joining the ranks of TSO.</A HREF> Amongst those events was <A HREF="http://pub23.ezboard.com/fthesithorderdiscussionchamber.showMessageRange?to picID=369.topic&start=61&stop=80">the unprovoked, fatal attack by Viscera, aimed at one Garrett Blade.</A HREF>*

*But since then, a great many things have happened. As well as the recent events that have arisen at TSO, there is <A HREF="http://pub2.ezboard.com/fswvstitanicstarwarsroleplayingarchive.showMessage ?topicID=3514.topic">one event</A HREF> that should be marked in history. Yet since that is not possible, though it should be, then at least a great number of people on Berchest will want to know.*

*Some two hundred metres from the palace of TSO, the ground was stirring. A patch of grass appeared as if a small parasitic alein was about to burst from the earthly depths. As the grass ruptured, a hand reached out and ravaged the small area of green directly encompassing it, making the hole bigger. Once the hole was roughly three feet wide, a man climbed out of the grave. Garrett stood upright in the midday sun, topless, with a certain...new...life...within him. He looked behind him into the murky undergrowth, then turned and began the small walk back to the palace. As he walked, someone, or something, shadowed him...every step of the way...*

[Jeseth Cloak]

<font size=1>OOC: o_O Is today return from the grave day? Hehehe...</font>

"I'm well now... Thank you. I'm afraid that while I am indeed alive, my health has suffered terribly... Has De'Ville recovered from her fatigue?"

Jeseth cast his gaze deeper into the medical facilities, observing his surroundings and regaining his composure.

[Morgan Evanar]

"Frell..."

Morgan opened his eyes, and found himself staring at the cold floor. Collecting himself, he slowly tried to return to his feet, but faltered to his knees.

Wet...

Long fingers examined his left ear. It was running blood. Morgan forced balance to his body, and stumbled off to the sickbay.

[Pierce Tondry]

(ooc) Note: this takes place immediately after Live Wire's post, which means the events regarding Jeseth and Viscera haven't quite happened yet.

(ic)

Pierce walked behind Live Wire to the medical bay. He'd never been this far inside TSO before- had never wanted to, since it had been revealed that TSO was behind the mystery shuttle bay killing months ago. And he had promised himself he would not set foot here unless he came on a mission that helped Intelligence or hurt TSO.

So was this a military mission, designed to set himself up as an advisory snake to the remaining fragments of TSO? Would that fit his promise? Was that his mission?

NOOOOOOOOOOO!

The scream did not tear through Pierce's mind and body so much as it echoed off of it, jarring something loose or open in the process. He could feel Lilaena's pain, anguish, and location as though he were a bat picking up sound waves.

Pierce began to run ahead of Live Wire, somehow knowing exactly where to turn and which lifts to take, as though he were following some kind of trail of torment. Later, it would come to him that he was lucky there were no heavy security areas in his path.

The door to the medical wing opened and Pierce brushed in, walking quickly to exactly where he could feel Lilaena, avoiding doctors and guards alike in his urgency.

As he opened the door to Lilaena's ward, the thought came to him that he would have to apologize to Live Wire later for his behavior.

But then he saw Lilaena's face, twisted in pain and glistening with tears, and everything else fell away.

He hadn't come to try and destroy TSO.

Pierce walked over to the bed where Lilaena lay and cradled her head in his hands. He brushed some of her hair out of her face, then he kissed her on the forehead and drew her close.

And then, his mission was complete.

[Lord Dagger]

OOC/For crying out loud, i go away for 5 days and all hell breaks loose, this will probebly be my only post while i'm on "vacation" i had to crack skulls to be able to make it and I damn glad i did! I'm am forced to agree with LD on this, i have spoken to her of it before, the current council system no longer functions, and i understand your difficulties LW and the same with LV but the fact remains, you two hardly ever post here as for LL, i forget when he last posted...It seems to fall to me and LD to make all the dissisions and then kick one of the other council members into action to get the motion passed...just my 2cents\IC
A sudden cold sweeps through the council chamber, those stood within feel a faint touch of fear from no desernable source, slowly a mist appears and congelles into an etherial likeness of Lord Dagger. He looks round the room and snarls
"Stupidity, all of it! I half wonder how this Order stays together..."
Dagger rounds on LW and LV
"I must ask you two...do you really think this form of council works? You two are blinded by what you think you see when in truth you are blinded to the reality of what is happening within TSO, it is dieing, and the cause of that decay begins with a council that can do nothing but live within a dream..."
Dagger scans the assembled grounp once more
"We will work this out once and for all upon my return i assure you all, and if we do not...well perhaps it is time for some major changes, beyond even what DeVille concidered."
The mists begins to break apart and then stops
"Oh and one more thing, although DeVille did not have my concent with this move, she has my approval"
The mist disipated and was gone, leaving no trace of Dagger's presence

[Lilaena DeVille]

She flailed against the darkness, fighting for air, for her very life's breath. ...felt herself slipping down, pulled down into the abyss of her own mind.

And then he was there. Not in the darkness, but in a place beyond the dark. In the light....perhaps.

The voice whispered, "Go to him." And she did.

Lilaena blinked her eyes open, and found herself held in the strong arms of another. He was there. And her tears ran anew down her face, arms wrapping around him as she wept.

Her head hurt, but was forgotten as Pierce kissed her cheek. And she knew what she had been denying to herself. She loved him.

[Live Wire]

OOC: I have posted here every damn day since this place was founded!!! SO dont tell me Im hardly ever here! I even did my best to post when LL was in town even though some days I wasnt getting back till midnight! My desktop computer dies and its hard as hell to post from the laptop but Im trying! I dont appreciate having hard work minimized cause I havent made a million posts in the past two weeks! Im not the only one busy IRL but I still post here every damn day!!!

[DarthDarkCloak]

[Morgan Evanar]

The corridor distorted for the fourth, the fith time? Evanar had lost count as he steadied himself, hand against the wall.

It wasn't healing like it should. Too slow. Slow... slow...

If I stop moving, I could die. I think I'm bleeding internally.

He continued his trudge, ear bleeding, to the med wing. It took five minutes. Long minutes.

"Hello?"

[Live Wire]

*LW turned to see Morgan stumble in*

OMG!!!

*She rushed to him and helped him over to a bed*


I need a medic here now!!!

[Admiral Roebuck]

Several minutes after speaking to the wookie, Cloak sees it return followed by the Admiral who walks towards the cell, suddenly Cloaks connection to the force is severed as within pipelines around his cell, several ysalmari are released, where they will stay.

Roebuck is accompanied by several more Wookie-Drones, now there were twelve in this particular compund before Cloak all armed.

"What is it you want Claok?" asked an irritated Admiral.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan's hands dug into the thin matress as his vision swam, the room distoring, shifting unaturally. Live Wire's face swirlled, only her infinite black eyes held steady. His eyes were open too wide, and his head leaned to the side of the bleeding ear.

"I think I am bleeding internally." Morgan's voice was cold monotone as red blood dripped onto his shoulder.

[DarthDarkCloak]

[Admiral Roebuck]

At this, Roebuck nods to one of the wookies and suddenly Cloaks cell begins filling with a powerful knock-out gas and the Admiral gestures to one of the wookies who passess him a capsule which he swallows.

"This is for wasting my time. I imagine that without the force you'll last about forty seconds in their until you become unconciouss. You have that amount of time to tell me what you wish otherwise we shall have no further contact!"

He had swallowed a capsule which, in the event of any gas escaping, enables him to breath in those conditions. he awaited Cloaks answer, a stern, impatient look crossed his face.

[Live Wire]

*LW held on to Morgans hand trying to send whatever healing engergy she had into him. The medic rushed over and began too treat him*

Hang on

[DarthDarkCloak]

[Morgan Evanar]

"My left eardrum is ruptured, so I don't feel any pain there now."

Drip drip drip drip. The blood still came. He concentrated, trying to stem the flow to those cappilaries. It mostly worked.

[Lilaena DeVille]

As Tondry held her in his arms, she felt her strength returning to her body. He was whispering into her ear, comforting words, soothing words. She pulled back, lifting bleary eyes to his clear ones.

"I must go...to the Chamber."

He shook his head. "No, you're too weak to walk, and things are getting a little out of hand in there. I-"

Lilaena interrupted him. "Take me."

[Jedah Lynch]

The Sith knew this one....the one called Tondry, his first impulse was to ignite his lightsaber and then go for the mans throat. However the circumstances right now suggested restraint above all, however the Sith Master did not care for the fact the man seemed to always have some kind of dealings with his apprentices, first with the claim of having his soul being held by Sorsha. And now it seemed much more belonged to that of Deville, noting the name he had uttered was the same one mentioned to him before the Sith pondered all of it for a moment.

Such scenes of affection displayed by his apprentice were not becoming of a Sith and Lynch did wonder if this was merely a side effect of the ordel she had gone through. Hearing her words of the council and sensing something else going on the Sith quietly slipped out of the room, not a foot step was sounded as he moved through the hallways of TSO.

[Lord Psychic]

OOC: lol It DOES seem that it's return of the grave day.

IC:

*Lord Psychic remained in his quarters, the illness at it's worst stage. With the help of TSO's cameras, he was able to see what was going on. He sensed much chaos and confusion in his fellow members. His anger was growing on the situation*

Psy (to himself): I won't stand for this.

*Going to a small hover chair, using all of his strength in the Force to ignore the terrible pain within his side, he got aboard, taking only a saber and a water bottle, and floated out of the room, heading toward the chamber. He wasn't quite sure what he would accomplish, but he had to do something.

[Darth Roul]

I support a council of LW, LD, Dagger, LV and someone else.
LL doesn't deserve to be in the council nor does any bi or tri member, including myself. They all should be sole members of TSO, that means Viscera and other TSE members can't EVER be council members unless the leave TSE.

[Kahn12]

*Kahn was on the way to his room when he felt a familiar prescence. As he rounded a corner, he saw Psy coming down the hall.*

Hey Psy! Shouldn't you be resting?

[Darth Viscera]

I disagree Roul.

[Dark Lord Malice]

*I disagree as well. Wait till LD is better then we should let all members of TSO decide the new council. I see it as the only fair way for this to be done. If this is a family then the council should be chosen as a family so things will be run the right way*

Malice sits down in a chair against the wall continuing to listen to the others argue. Putting in his words here and there.

[Lord Psychic]

*Psy stops and looks up, smiling at his old apprentice.*

Good to see you Kahn. It's been a while.

As for me resting.. well, the heck with it, I won't ever be able to rest again if this insanity continues.

Will you join me in the chamber?

[Kahn12]

*Kahn hesitated a moment, then nodded.*

Sure.

*As they walk down the hall, Kahn couldn't get used to seeing his Master in a hover chair.*

I hope you get well soon Master. We need you.

[Lady Vader]

OOC: ya know... it really displeases me to think ppl don't think I give a -DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR- about TSO... at least, that's the impression I get from some of you... LW and I worked hard to get this place running, and I love it dearly... I love the ppl that post here... and, yes, I do come by here EVERY -DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR-ING DAY... there are just some days I feel there is no need for me to post or say anything... I don't have to post here every single day of the week, in the month, within each year... so, don't go making judgements when you don't have the whole story... period!

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: The council doors explode off their hinges, as the visage of an angry and stormy man walks in ::

Well...well...well...what have we here. It seems that all sorts of mice...

:: Looks at Deville and Roul ::

...like to play, when the cat is away.

:: Anbira slowly begins to levitate off the ground ::

<font size=20>LET HE WHO WISHES TO SPEAK AGAINST ME...DO SO NOW!!!</font>

[Lady Vader]

*LV was still walking the long corridors, slowly cooling off after her own outburst... she was remembering the mess that had been made in the council room... shaking her head, she brought out her comlink and ordered the cleaning doraids there imediately to remove all the wooden shards and leave the room spotless*

*after shutting the comlink off, she'd found herself walking in the wing where the med bay was... sighing, she decided to make her way there*

*suddenly, a strong presence filled her mind... she knew instantly who it was and turning sharply, she headed for the nearest lift to take her back to the room... the med bay would have to wait now... she didn't want an all out explosion at the heart of the palace*

*she reached the council room at the same time the cleaning droids did... they instantly went to work, clearing away the wooden bits left from the chairs and table... she saw Anbira standing there, or rather, levitaing slightly, fire in his eyes*

*she reached up, and placed a hand on his forearm, urging him to come down... only then did she realize her hand and forearm were still bleeding... she looked at the other to find the same thing there... damn, she knew there was a reason she'd been subconsciously walking towards the medbay*

*she quickly removed her hand from his arm, wincing at the blood stain she'd inadvertantly left... she hoped by the Core, that didn't aggrivate him more*

[Dark Lord Malice]

OOC:Now,now people let's not take these things OOC. We all know that LV and LW have done a remarkable job at keeping this place alive and level headed. But then again times change and so should TSO. Now please no one get mad at me.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

OOC: I am taking this all IC.

[Lilaena DeVille]

ooc: ;) And Anbira, LD's still in the medbay. /ic:

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth watched as events within the medical facilities began to take their shape, giving Vscera a rather surprised stare - Morgan had stumbled through the door, blood covering the side of his neck. Briefly, he contemplated taking advantage of the man's ill-health and doing away with a possible threat... Though then again, he hadn't any idea why Morgan had attempted to harm him, and perhaps there would be time for questions later.

Nya...

The Dark Jedi's eyes seemed sad, somewhat longing in the way they focused themselves upon objects and persons within the room. He watched De'Ville, thankful to see her in better condition. He knew she would be vital in the days to come.

The World had all gone into a spiral of chaos - and perhaps they were now in the center of the storm. Anbira's familiar voice echoed in his mind; Jeseth had felt his presence as he approached, but the sudden flood of anger was an unexpected twist in the usual flow of things.

The wings upon his back were lightly coated in a soft white down, but already it began to fall to the floor only moments after leaving the bacta tank. He wouldn't have nearly as much time as he would like...

Anbira would surely bring a final resolution to the conflict. Jeseth could soon take leave of Corellia and begin his search for Delirion, and for now that was of most importance to him.

The door hissed shut behind him as he made his way up to the main entrance.

[Garrett Blade]

Mere seconds had past after Lady Vader had entered via the now destroyed doors. Standing in the entrance was Garrett Blade. He'd been missing since last week after the events transpiring from the admittance of Morgan. Yet the council didn't care enough to even send out a search party or even enquire TSO as to his possible whereabouts. Hell, they couldn't even be bothered to charge or even question iscera with the attmepted murder of Garrett Blade. Nevertheless, he had returned - looking healthier than ever in fact! He walked authoratively into the center of the Discussion Chamber, a stern look on his face. His eyes met those of the levitated Anbira, trying to look intimidating...*

I'll speak out against you. I'll speak out against the council. I'll speak out against TSO. Hell...I'll even speak out against myself!

*His voice remained calm and direct. His tone remaining the same, never shouting, never whispering, just...calm...*

You think you have authority here? Perhaps you do. Or maybe it's terror that you have? Maybe everyone here is too scared to speak out against you, and so up to know things have been ran the way you wanted them to, having the council to validate it. Well listen - this is one person who you ain't gonna scare! You don't make decisions to solve problems! You bypass them, move them out of the way so you can carry on as if nothing ever happened, like me for example!

*Garrett the turned his attention away from Anbira, and looked at Lady Vader...*

Ah yes, the council member Vader. The one who believes that this is one big happy family. Wake up. Surely you see what a shambles TSO is now. The morale is low. Fighting standards are most definetly underground compared to par. Training is nothing compared to battles. When was the last time an attack was organised for our troops or warriors? I admit I've tried - but nobody bothered. It just shows how spirited TSO is doesn't it. And so much for Zeus eh. How many people contributed after they were told. De'Ville didn't contribute much but at least she acknowledged it's existence. The council is incapable of making adequate decisions. I've tested the council countless times, each time it has in some way or another decided not to do anything, but let somebody else have a go. What with my problems with Roul - you decided to let us sort it out any way possible. Had he not surrendered the Noghri, I would have took action into my own hands and attacked him. You see - you put the load onto Roul and I, choosing not to do anything yourselves - some council that is! You say the council is here to deal with problems at TSO, not petty squabblings. If two members are at each others throats, and both have access to TSO's assets, then that's quite a big problem in my view! And as for thinking of killing me, well then that takes the cake doesn't it. At least I still have some friends to warn me about such things. So, instead of trying to help me regain my sanity, or even go to the trouble of imprisoning me, you actually contemplate killing me! What kind of a council does that to a member under it's care? This council, thats what council - THIS ONE!

*Garrett then turned to the members of TSO present...*

Hah! So then...you lot are all "Sith" then, eh! I bet that not one of you could tell me what the Sith actually were, or even what their true views were! You think tha being force sensitive, having a lightsaber, being in a sith group and acting mean makes you a "Sith"? Well let me tell you - It doesn't! I bet nobody here can honestly sy that they've ever done anything truly evil! You haven't. Oh sure, you might say that you've fought a Jedi, or kicked a poor old woman when she's down. But thats not evil - thats mean. I can't even explain the true meaning of evil, but if i used Evanar as an example then I'd be able to make a decent attempt. But I don't really have time for that now - I've said what I wanted to say, and I hope it will help you to make the decisions needed to resurrect TSO, if thats at all possible...

*As said, his voice remained calm, never shouting, never whispering. His pulse never reached above seventy as he spoke to those present. He turned back to the entrance ready to leave the Discussion Chamber... but stopped..*

Oh yes, I almost forgot...me! You might say that I have a bit of a cheek to call myself a Sith as well. Since I spent my free time prancing around dancing to music. Well that was my way of coping with unlife. It was also my excuse when something went wrong, and it paid off! And I had the correct motivation. I was insane by choice, not by chance! You lot think that this order will give you a purpose in the galaxy. Well where has that order gone to know? perhaps Roul can give it back to you with his abomnible rules? I've always seen sense, like De'Ville has now - that the council is pointless. I wonder if you will also see sense! And actually - there is probably one exception to everything I've just said...and thats De'Ville. She tries the most to see to it that this place runs, to some degree, and to the extent she is capable of by herself. In fact...she's the only person who's either cared enough, been bothered, or felt sorry enough for me to risk her neck to save me! Some family this is!

*He once again turned to leave...*

Lady Vader: "Blade! Where do you think you are going?"

Blade stopped, not even showing the common decensy to look at her as she spoke, but he remained looking towards the entrance...*

To the medical bay, to see De'Ville...

*And with that...he left, shadowed by the familiar presence that appeared to be waiting by the door for him...*

[Pierce Tondry]

Pierce looked mildly at Lilaena. "You're not going to force me to make a sudden, abrupt evacuation plan, are you?"

Lilaena was silent.

"Because if you do," Pierce said, lifting her into his arms from among the sheets. "Then there will be a large problem that microgrenades and marksmanship can't fix."

He held onto Lilaena, perhaps more protectively than he should have, and she had her head on his shoulder, her eyes open and her brain probably thinking.

The fact that he made it out of the medical ward without being stopped surprised Pierce. In fact, didn't it seem like someone had been in Lily's ward when he had first entered?

Something else that surprised Pierce, but to a lesser degree, was that he made it all the way from the medical wing back to the Council Room without losing his way or getting tired of carrying Lily. The first he attributed to an Intelligence agent's quick memory, the second he put down as a result of his intense physical and mental training.

He was preparing for something, perhaps as Lilaena had prepared for something she had to do in the Council Room.

The two of them turned down the hallway leading to the main chamber. Surprisingly enough, the doors opened and out came someone Pierce had heard referred to as Garrett Blade.

They both stopped, apparently surprised to see each other.

[Lady DeVille]

"Garrett." De'Ville leaned her head on Pierce's chest as the Sith knight strode out of the Chamber. "You are all right?" As she looked into his eyes she could not find the insanity that had reigned previously. He seemed, different. But it taxed her abilities too much to figure out how, and why.

He winked at her, but she stopped him before he could speak. "I must enter." Blade stepped out of the way, making a sweeping gesture with his arms as Pierce started to carry her in. "No. Put me down."

He did so, and she momentarily clung to his arm as the world swam before her eyes. Then her vision cleared, and they entered the Chamber, slowly...one foot in front of the other. She cast about for Lynch's presence, but she could not sense him. Anbira was within, and if she was lucky, he wouldn't want to kill her on sight. If she was unlucky, well, she and Pierce would be six feet under before she could blink.

Her strength was returning, slowly.

[Lord Psychic]

*After hearing Garret's speech outside of the chamber, Psy and Kahn entered, ignoring everybody, and got the comm system.*

Psy: Surprised to see me? Well I wouldn't be. This comotion could wake Jen Katrina!

This bickering is pointless. This REALLY is not helping me feel any better.

If I may.. this never, ever happened when we were in TSC. Is this what is going to become of TSO? Are we going to destroy each other like the Sith did so many generations ago? Or can we stop yelling at each other and collapsing on the floor before this gets any worse?

No more arguing.. no more debating.. no yelling.. no more fighting.. no more pain. I believe that this can be handled in a much better manner. We can all calmly sit down and discuss this. Of course, after the wounded are treated.

And if we don't.. only more pain will come of this. Is this REALLY what we want?

[Kahn12]

*Kahn listened as Psy addressed everyone. He knew that keeping quiet and watching was sometimes the best way to learn.*

[Live Wire]

Damn it dont you all realize that this yelling is getting us no where. I realize we're all sith here but lets attempt to deal with this in a calm manner!!! Lets give DeVille time to recover!! I dont expect compassion from all of you but I still see this place as a family. And Im disappointed by the selfish attitudes I see right now!!!

[Lord Psychic]

*Psy looks over at LW*

I'm glad at least one agrees with me..

*Psy then looked over at Kahn, the pain now raging within his side.*

(weakly)Kahn, could you please go get me some asperin before I end up in the medical bay?

[Kahn12]

*Kahn sensed his master's pain and nodded, then took off to the medbay. Once there, he grabbed a few pills and a glass of water, then headed back to the Discussion Chamber. He handed it to Psy and concentrated, trying his best to help get rid of the pain with the Force.*

[Morgan Evanar]

Bacta is wonderful stuff. Morgan's body began to repair itself at an accellerated rate, far faster than most humans, even with the substance's aid. Still, to do so much work in such little time, there are side effects, like very raw, sensitive nerves. The process was very painful, and the lanky not-quite-human winced the whole time, breathing quickly.

After 5 minutes, the painful part was over. Morgan's ear wasn't entirely healed, but it was functional. He slowly got back to his feet, and found he could walk, although his balance hadn't returned completely.

Footsteps fell at an even pace as the tall figured returned to the council room, beholding a floating Anbira, and a marvel of other sights.

[Admiral Roebuck]

Roebuck pondered on the offer momentarily, he rubbed his chin and then faced Cloak to give his answer.

"I already have an active protection agent, Garrett Blade. His protection will sufice. I am grateful for your offer but it is not my place to decide your fate within TSO, I am only here to ensure that you do not jeapardise the security of the establishment. Your fate lies in the hands of the hierarchy of Sith in this Order." he paused, then added, "Whatever that might be."

The Admiral turns and heads for the exit, he stops, turns and says to Cloak, his cell now almost full with the knock-out gas, "Sweet dreams!"

[DarthDarkCloak]

[Jedah Lynch]

Carefully and with skill he had moved throughout the halls undetected as he had moved back to the council, the sight inside was one of talking if not some shouting along with the emergence of Anbira who as always had a flair for the dramatic upon an entrance.

Staying in one corner shrouded in darkness he simply listened for now deciding it was not his place to speak, his ability in the force enabled him to track of others moving about elsewhere.

[Darth Roul]

I speak against all who say that bi and tri members should be in the council. If you are in another group your priority is not always in TSO.

We were the most powerful in TSC! and only under Itala were we powerful. Once we started TSO we have lost our need and thirst for conquest. In TSC we had a training thread for brutal fighters. I still fight this way. Am I the last? I train my apprentiances through pain. Am I the only? My apprentiances fear me, like one should fear their master. Who else fears their master? I belive that TSO has lost its taste for blood. We need to regain that taste or we will all be jedi.

[Jeseth Cloak]

"Roul, you're a fool. I've seen enough of this... I do not have the time to waste on petty bickering. My life is slipping away. I have yet something much greater at hand and cannot afford this."

He paused for a second and gave a quick and knowing glance to Anbira.

I must speak with you.... meet me on Vjun. You will know where to find me once I have returned with Delirion - if I return with her.

"Good day to you, Council Members. You may contact me via a private holo-channel for any proceedings which you will be conducting... should you wish me to attend."

His voice faded away as the man turned and walked away, leaving the room. Jeseth still showed much confidence, even in his very fragile and sickened condition. Was he hiding something? Hm...

[Admiral Roebuck]

I speak against all who say that bi and tri members should be in the council.

First of all, I think it's wrong to prejudice against members because of their sexual preferences!

And secondly...TRI-members???

What goes on in your twisted little mind Roul!?!?


:lol: :lol: :lol:

[Lord Psychic]

OOC: :lol:

IC:

*Psy swallows the asperin.*

Thank you, Kahn.

(to Roul): There are wounded! Can we please not sort this out in a calmly matter, and after the wounded have been taken care of?

[Darth Roul]

trimember:member of three groups
bimember:member of two groups

[Lord Psychic]

OOC: *Wonders why a "Quadmember" hasn't been said yet* lol

[Darth Roul]

do we have one? lol

[Live Wire]

*LW turns angry*

ROUL ENOUGH!!!!!!!


Im tired of you trying to cause disention so you can get people in your little group!! Enough is enough!!!! If you wish to stay a part of TSO then no more of this bull -DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR-!!!!

[Darth Roul]

I am not trying to pick up members in this thread!
I am telling you what I belive and having some fun with psy! Infact starting now TSF doesn't exist!

[Live Wire]

interesting move

[Seth Darkserpent]

Seth waited outside the room where Jeseth was. He caught up with the Dark Jedi, his eyes glowing orange with interest. Jeseth appeared to be a tad weaker then usual.

"Jeseth...Jeseth Cloak! I must speak with you before you leave."

[Jeseth Cloak]

"Yes?"

The Dark Jedi turned, his pale white eyes meeting the glowing hues of orange. Jeseth's voice was dry, somewhat cracked. It seemed so different from when he spoke before the council... the melodic undertones where gone. Something clicked between them, Seth's body suddenly seeming to heat up at it's core. He was begining to feel... safe...

[Seth Darkserpent]

"I demand that you bring me to Vjun with you! My place is not here, not now. My goals are not those of the Sith. If I am needed, I will surely help, but my personal goals differ from the Sith."

Seth grinned.

"I don't care about pointless battles with Jedi. I believe that every battle must have some sort of reason. My Sith teachings forbid me to call upon the Force for knowledge seeking."

He rested his arms at his side.

"I want to accompany you to Vjun and be considered in joining the Black Hand."

[Jeseth Cloak]

"My destination is not as of yet Vjun."

Jeseth paused in thought for a moment.

"Who are you?"

[Seth Darkserpent]

Seth growled. He had already been through this game.

"I am Seth Darkserpent. You knew me as Naga. I have taken on a new body and a new identity. I have emerged from weakness and stupidity into this...."

He became calm again.

"If I have to do it, I shall follow you to the four corners of the galaxy until you take me to Vjun."

[Jeseth Cloak]

The Dark Jedi glarred at him for a moment, an apathetic rage burning within his eyes.

"If you were to follow me, I would simply kill you. Perhaps I would do so now, before you became a hinderance to my goals. Go to Vjun, if you dare... You will be greeted there. State your request. It will be handled accordingly... Now good day to you, Seth."

Jeseth began to walk away once more, heading for his ship.

[Seth Darkserpent]

<font size=5>"NO!"

<font size=2>Using the Force, he held the frail Jeseth in place. Seth walked in front of him, blocking his way once again.

"I will accompany you to Vjun. My mind is made up. If you want to kill me, you can try. I am not so weak as you think. My mind will not be changed."

Seth stood his ground, refusing to move.

[Jeseth Cloak]

A few whispers were uttered from Jeseth's lips as Seth strained to hear the man's words. Shadow's lashed out and bound Seth's wrist tightly, cutting the fow of blood quicker than cold blades... they sent a chilling feeling up and down his spin as ice began to form in rings around his mouth and nostrils, then frust began to coat his eyes. The darkness snapped away like some elastic fluid that had been stretched too far beyond it's length. Jeseth began coughing, watching small amount of frost fall from the man's hair.

"I will not allow you to stop me... regardless of the cost."

He waited for a moment, then continued.

"You will acompany me, then after things have been dealt with, I shall bring you to Vjun, as you request."

[Seth Darkserpent]

Gasping for air, Seth knelt down on one knee. After a few moments he stood up and followed Jeseth into the darkness. Seth wondered one question before he left: "Will I survive long enough with Jeseth before I make it to Vjun?"

[Jeseth Cloak]

A ship rose up from a billowing cloud of industrial myst, and one last thought entered Jeseth's mind before they left the planet's surface:

Will I survive long enough to take Seth to Vjun?

[Lady DeVille]

She stood in the Chamber, and listened to Roul and Live Wire arguing. No one seemed to have noticed her yet, not even Anbira.

Everyone was standing, as all the chairs had been destroyed. Words flew back and forth, and as they did so, De'Ville walked to the center of the room. Her white gown from the med bay flowed around her and glowed in the lights as she came to a halt.

She stood straight and tall, and she was slowly getting stronger, but the weakness from her psychic episode was still with her. Lilaena held up her arms for silence, and one by one the people around her grew quiet.

"Talk. All talk." Her voice was quiet, unamplified by the Force. "The Sith Order has talked for too long. Now is the time for action."

[Darth Viscera]

"As of yet, there is no action worth taking," Viscera said. He had remained quiet for much of this session of lunacy and disgruntlement, and had little intention of changing that.

"We are not being attacked by any great, external foe, nor are we in the process of attacking any foe. Our troubles stem only from internal disorder, and thank the stars for just that, for if the Jedi knew of this, they would surely act quickly to plot our massacre."

Viscera sighed. "I have no other opinions on this matter that I feel should be voiced. I will concur with whatever opinions my Master may have."

[Lady Vader]

*the doraids continued to clean the remaining bits of wood around the chamber... soon all was clean and empty, except for the argueing Sith*

*LV looked upon LD with disgust as she entered... leaving Anbira's side, she walked purposfully towards LD, speaking to her in a not too nice manner*

You're right. Action should be taken.

*without warning she reached up and grabbed LD by the throat, lifting her and slamming her against a wall*

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end your pathetic, treacherous life here and now?

[Lady DeVille]

"Anger is of the dark side..." The voice told her that as if it was a bad thing. Vader held De'Ville tightly by the throat, and she was pretty sure the back of her head was bleeding from being smacked into the wall.

She was angry. For a split second she considered showing no agression, but the Sith would take that as weakness, and she surely would be destroyed. Not that she was weak in spirit, only in body.

De'Ville choked her words out, hands gripping the hand that pinned her. "If you kill me, you will not kill the problems that plague The Order!" She brought one bare foot up, and kicked Vader in the stomach. The woman released her, probably out of boredom, and De'Ville gasped for air. "These issues have been here, and I am just the messenger of their tidings!"

She staggered, and she felt Tondry's concern for her, but she held out a hand, stalling him where he stood by the door. Regaining her full height, De'Ville used the Force to amplify her voice. "Bickering is pointless, and will only drive us further apart! You are acting like children!"

Lessening her tone, she continued, "Vader, you have your reasons for being who you are. And I have my own reasons for being who I am. What I did, and what I do here today, has nothing to do with us. The Order will die unless proper leadership is installed that is able to guide us to our goal. And what goal is that? Perhaps no one remembers. The death of the light!

"The Light flourishes within our own apprentices! And we do nothing. The time for squabbling is over."

De'Ville swayed, and leaned against the wall, slick palms gripping the stone.

[Lady Vader]

*LV continued to look at LD with disgust, the dull ache in her stomache now subsided... she had felt kinship for the woman, had called her a sister... now she wasn't sure of either title suited her any longer*

Change will occur, but it will be done in an orderly fashion and not in the way you have started it. You claim to care about TSO, but I find this difficult to believe after your actions earlier today. If TSO falls, it is because you started it's final decent. Be it on your shoulders should this happen. And be it also known that if it does fall, your life becomes null and void in my eyes, and I WILL see to it that it is ended.

*she turned her back to LD, walking back to stand beside Anbira at the same time she was pulling out her comlink... silently she made a call to a contact on Coruscant... if LD and others wanted change, they'd get it*

[Pierce Tondry]

Pierce quietly knelt in the corner by the door and began wiping off his sniper rifle. Petty disputes interested him not. He was here for one reason, and was at least willing to admit that reason to himself, if not to say it aloud.

He couldn't be sure he loved Lilaena De'Ville for the same reason he couldn't be sure if he still felt any emotions. But he did know that Lilaena had to be his equal in almost every regard there was, especially in her determination. That he respected above all else.

Respect was not an emotion. He could still feel that.

Pierce put his sniper rifle away and then pulled out his microgrenade launcher, starting to polish it.

[Garrett Blade]

*When Lady Vader had grabbed Lilaena, Garrett subconsiously grabbed for his lightsaber, only realising that he did not have it. His blood boiled for Lilaena in her weakened state, which Lady vader was taking advantage of. He was ready to kill Vader there and then. She claims to care for those of her "family", but at the first sight of problems, she is ready to turn on them and kill them. Like he said earlier, the council would sooner remove problems than solve them, and that is not what a council was for. In Garretts eyes, at least, a council was not exactly a good idea for a government...*

Then I look forward to the day of TSO's collapse - since it is the day...not only of De'Ville's death...but yours too!

[Lord Psychic]

ENOUGH! THIS IS RIDICULOUS! TSO is not going anywhere, nor is any of it's members! Don't you all see? This is the same infighting that destroyed the original Sith so many years ago! We are not children, and we can discuss in a calmly matter, without verbal and phsysical violence! Or TSO WILL collapse, and none of us want that! Our common enemy is the Jedi, not ourselves. We do not need a mutiny going on here! That may have solved our problem at TSC, but we are better than that now. I think we are mature enough to handle this in a non-violent manner.

[Darth Rane]

Steepling the clawed fingers of hand with the other, Darth Rane watched with great interest the proceedings. The darkness served as an excellent cover, for now.

[Morgan Evanar]

Evanar stood quietly against the far wall, watching the proceedings. His ear still hurt, but his brain was becoming accustomed to the reconstructed eardrum.

His eyes drifted about, across the many figures present.

Garrett Blade seemed to be talking some sort of sense. Of a sort.

Lady Vader looked as happy as a cat thrown into a swimming pool.

De'Ville was more hurt than her stance indicated.

And something moved ever so slightly in the shadows. Not his cuz. Morgan began to stride purposefully to the shadow, and at five meters, drew his large, imposing Desert Eagle, loaded with ferrous cored ceramic .50 caliber rounds.

At three meters "Come out, come out, whoever you are."

[Darth Rane]

A low rumble lilts on the air, followed by the mewling voice of Darth Rane:

"I am perfectly comfortable where I am, little one. If you wish to speak with me, then you'll come here."

[Morgan Evanar]

The outline of the figure in the shadows was impressive, about 2.1 meters in height, yet slightly narrower than Ogre.

Morgan didn't know who the tall stranger was, and wasn't interested. In his current mood, he would just as soon put holes in the stranger as talk to him.

"I think you want to move before you find yourself far more uncomfortable where you are." His icy, mirthful tone didn't care if he moved, and seemed to hope he didn't.

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville stepped away from the wall, filling herself with the Dark side to make up for the shakes she felt in her knees.

"Lord Psychic...you speak the truth. Our enemy is the Jedi. And what have they done on TSO's watch? Whatever they please.

"We have done pratically nothing to hinder or harm them in any way! Even a respected Council member had a romantic fling with a Jedi Master! Why did we allow this? Why?

"The council is not respected, because it gets nothing done." De'Ville drew in a breath, and gasped as darkness closed in on her. Her headache raged with a firey vengence, and there was nothing for her to grab onto. She swayed.

[Darth Roul]

I have spent time looking at our members and relized that we have more bimembers than I though. Also my talk with LL made me think. I change my views. Bimembers should be on the council. But now I think that Knights shouldn't they don't have the experiance of a master. (LD is an exception)

A sith apprentiance should fear his master. Mine do. Graem fears me. She knows I can kill her. Only if the apprentiance fears their master will they stay sith. For if they turn they know they have just cut their life short.

[Pierce Tondry]

Pierce suddenly stood up and caught Lilaena in the midst of a sway. "Easy," he said quietly. "You forget where you just came from? The med wing?"

Lilaena moved as though to push him away, but he just stood there, immobile. "We stand together," he said quietly. His eyes searched hers out. "Especially when one of us is weak. That's what any good squad does. That's what I do, and what I'm gonna do for you. If you want to address problems you think TSO has, go ahead, but dammit all, I'm not going to let you collapse in the middle of it."

Pierce slid a supporting arm around Lilaena's back, then turned to address the Council.

"Don't think I'm here to add to this," he said loud enough for everyone to hear. "I'm here for one reason, and one reason only that has not a damn thing to do with politics, problems, and infighting. But I suggest that you all take what she's said and examine it for whatever worth it has. If there is a problem, and it's coming up now, it may come up again even worse down the road."

(ooc) That goes for OOC, too. I'm not here to add to any problems that exist. Pierce is just here because LD's character is going through this. But if there is an OOC complaint that's serious enough to merit this many posts, I would suggest that someone look into it.

[Darth Roul]

what are we arguing about now? the council, training methods, fighting methods?

[Jedah Lynch]

Watching silently at the proceedings noting the arrival of his student and her companion while some argued and then Morgan pointing a gun at another hiding in the shadows Lynch did think this to be a rather intresting day if nothing else. Moreso when Lady Vader had Deville in her grip ready to seemingly dish out a swift form of Sith punishment for the earlier occurance.

The air still reeked of tense nerves if not some lasting conflict. Walking out of the shadows the Sith Master walked past many straight to Lady Vader to whom he bowed low too.

"Dear Lady of the council, the actions of my apprentice have caused much strife if not problems, if that is because her words had some truth in their tone that is one matter and it is up to you and your fellow council members to decide. However if she is to be punished as her Master I ask to be the one to dispense the method and way of such punishment, her potential "crime" may have been against an organization however where she does fall under my study it only right I take responsibility for her and show her any..errors of her ways. Her fate was placed in my hands after I became her Master, I have so far made sure to see to that, now should not be any different no matter the situation"

[Lady DeVille]

Pierce's arm steadied her, and she blinked hard, trying to regain equillibrium. She saw her master go up to Vader, and she heard his words concerning her.

De'Ville bowed her head. "I submit myself to the will of my master. But I will not allow my words to be forgotten when I leave this room! I realize that my actions have stirred up anger at me. Look beyond me, to the real problem! And if you cannot see the problem that I am representing, then TSO deserves to fall!"

Her arm trembled against Tondry's side as she stepped away from his supportive arm. She knelt as slowly as she could, now shaking visibly, and bowed before Lynch, her hair touching the ground.

[Jedah Lynch]

A eye moved swiftly from Lady Vader to that of his apprentice as he sorted her words through his mind. She was a strong one to agree to punishement of her own free will, that was something the Sith respected. If she would receive punishement she might need to be strong to survive.

"Your words have given them much to discuss about. Be sure something will be done of that I do believe to be true, this organizations future is has it always been in their hands, one can only reap what they sow and as such the same will be held true for TSO, be it better or for worse."

Lynch wondered if she was about to collapse again, he would not steady her if she did fall, her own actions for moving around while she was weak could be her own downfall, but many Sith in training had gone through such predictments, weak and battered they would continue on with a task, even if it did mean their own life.

Turning back to Lady Vader waiting for her words he added one last thing.

"You known as Tondry let her stand of her own strength, do not catch her if she should fall, with all things this is another test for her to defeat or fall prey to"

[Lady DeVille]

Kneeling on the cool floor, De'Ville rested her hot forehead on the stone. She knew that if she stood back up she would surely faint, and would not allow herself the humiliation of such an obvious display of weakness.

She rested there, just a moment longer...

[Live Wire]

*LW stood back silently watching*


This wasnt the woman she had come to know and call sister and that angered her!

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville slowly raised her body, resting on her heels as she still knelt on the stone floor. She was angry to be in such a situation, but there was nothing she could do about it. And her anger did nothing to strengthen her. One Force scream would be enough to injure her, but two in one day... It would take some time to heal from this. And she didn't dare leave to spend time in a bacta tank.

She kept her mouth shut as she got back up to her feet, pushing up off her knees with her arms. Lady Vader seemed to be contemplating Lynch's words. De'Ville stood once more, the white gown clinging to her sweaty body. The effort to cool herself would be too much, but she plucked at the fabric, getting it to lay straight on her body.

She planted her feet as firmly as she could, and concentrated on staying upright. Tondry was there behind her, but she didn't dare look at him. And he did not move forward to steady her. She had to face this on her own power, but it was strengthening to know that he was in the room.

[Garrett Blade]

*After returning from a nearby security terminal, Garrett had heard everything that had been said regarding possible punishment for Lady De'Ville. He walked up to Lilaena and stood directly behind her protectively, with his arms folded, and stared deep into Lynch's eyes.*

[Live Wire]

*LW glared at Garrett. Something was up and she didnt like it or trust him anymore. LW bided her time and kept her mouth shut*

[DarthDarkCloak]

[Lord Psychic]

*Psy tried to pretend he did not see what he just did, and he stood up from his chair, struggling on the armrests to support him.*

This is apparently not getting us anywhere soon. It will only cause more pain. It looks as if TSO is going down the drain. Perhaps our primary concern right now would be to first patch things up, then continue this discussion in a calmly matter. Or, perhaps we should just end this now by getting mad at one another and destroying ourselves, where I *thought* our common enemy was the Jedi.

[Live Wire]

*LW was exhausted and she needed a breather.....one last look at Blade and she exited the chamber intending to return shortly. Nothing was right anymore and she could feel it in her bones.

Leaving the discussion chamber she headed towards the detention block where ddc was being held*

[DarthDarkCloak]

[Shenraun]

*a terrifying roar echoed loudly through the corridors of the great palace as the whole place shook*

*a rumble and crash was heard as something large came through the wall, up and behind DDC*

*the Force was suddenly cut off from DDC as a huge nullifying Force bubble was brought around him*

*with a snarl, the large dragon snatched up DDC in it's gaping jaw, not biting down, but merely holding him*

*DDC ignited the lightsaber he'd stolen and swatted at the large reptile, only to find that it's scales were impervious to the power of the saber*

*annoyed at the batting, the dragon lifted a massive claw and swatted the saber out of DDC's hand*

*Shenraun snarled, standing there, waiting for one of the Amazons to come releave him of his new toy*

[Live Wire]

*LW heared the roar and rushed to assist. She looked up and saw DDC in shenrauns massive jaws.*

WTF????


Good shenraun!! You can put him down now! I'll take care of him!

[Lady Vader]

*Lv was about to answer when the rumble and roar echoing behind the closed doors of the chamber interupted her... she glanced in the direction it had come from, and then turned back to look at Lynch*

Very well, Lynch. I agree with you that De'Ville is your responsibility. Do with her as you wish, but be it known I will be watching as I always do...

*she glanced at the bowed head of LD*

...even though some here think I do not know what goes on inside these walls.

*with that, she fell silent, letting her anger cool*

[Jedah Lynch]

Rising one eyebrow at the loud...very loud roar the Sith Master wondered what in the blue blazes was going on now but he looked back at Lady Vader and bowed again before turning around and looking at Deville, his eyes narrowed slightly wondering exactly what should be done.

[Dark Lord Malice]

Leaning against the wall to the far right, Malice had been drinking from a bottle of whiskey he had with him listening to the others aruge and bicker. They where like a pack of wild dogs ready to eat each other in order to get there point through....or was it to survive.

*I think all of you have lost it. Though each of you have made some very good points that all...weather they be masters, knights or apprentices should think about. But for now i would suggest things cool down a bit before you continue with this turmoil. I'd say that would be good before you all start going all out at war with one another*

Shaking his head Malice turned and left the council room heading for his room. He didn't care anymore what went on, since he wasn't responsible for anything, all he had to do was follow orders.....not care about what goes on within these walls.

[Shenraun]

*the dragon bowed his head low so that his snout nearly touched the floor at LW's feet*

*he opened his mouth and dropped a very slobbered DDC to the floor at LW's feet*

I obey, Amazon.

*he remained standing there, to ensure the Force nullifying bubble was kept up so that DDC would not do anything rash*

[DarthDarkCloak]

[Garrett Blade]

*Sensing what was going on in the armoury, Garrett flicked open his wrist controller. He pressed a button, which activated a droid in the TS power control room. The droid walked over to the lighting power levels. It diverted all available power in the armoury to the Discussion Chamber. The lights in the armoury went out completely, rendering the area in darkness, whilst the Discussion Chamber was incredibly bright. Garrett smirked slightly as he saw several Sith up against the once dark walls, trying to hide in the "shadows". Though the smirk quickly vanished as he brought his attention back to Lynch, who seemed to be contemplating De'Villes punishment...*

[DarthDarkCloak]

[Lady DeVille]

The lights brightened suddenly, and De'Ville squeezed her eyes shut against the change. Hang on, De'Ville. You're stronger than your body. She opened her eyes, and steadied herself as best she could.

She shuddered, and concentrated on her anger, no longer red hot, but a slow boiling rage with in her soul. Manipulating the Force, she found Tondry's commlink, and sent a <a href=http://pub54.ezboard.com/funderneathcoruscantfrm1.showMessage?topicID=10.to pic>message</a> to the computer in her room.

Relaxing once more, she waited.

[Shenraun]

*a terrifying shreiking roar echoed through the hallways as the dragon exited the building through the new doorway he'd made*

*flying outside of the palace using his massive wingspan, he followed DDC's Force sense through the corridors within the walls*

*finding an appropriate spot ahead, he sped his way there, making the Force nullyifying bubble larger, keeping DDC locked in it's grip*

*once at the corner, the dragon lashed out his tail through a window, slaming it into DDC's path, making the man fall none to gently against the cold stone floor*

*with a snarl, the dragon picked up the man with the tail, and brought him through the window, releasing him into his large clawed hand*

*there he he gripped the man tightly, looked at the Sith, powerless to use the Force, and yanked the small cylinder of a lightsaber from his hand*

*Shenraun was angry that the man had so blatantly been so rude to one of the Amazons*

*now he would not let the man go until LV herself instructed him to*

*she continued to hover outside of the palace, high above the sea cliffs*

[Lady DeVille]

ooc: ok, doesn't this seem a little much? /ic:

[Lady Vader]

OOC: Shenraun will not be seen again in this thread due to the fact some ppl are complaining... happy now?

[Jedah Lynch]

"Lady De'Ville for now return to your room, I shall inform you of your punishment when I'am ready, for now recover your health...and dont do anything foolhardy"

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville bowed her head in acknowledgement, and walked slowly out of the chamber. She kept her back straight and her head high as she passed Vader and Anbira.

Passing out of the Chamber, she made her way to her <a href=http://pub54.ezboard.com/funderneathcoruscantfrm1.showMessage?topicID=8.top ic>room.</a>

[Lord Psychic]

Alright.. there is NO WAY that DDC could of got out of that chamber alone. I suspect a traitor among us. There is no way that someone could of infiltrated our security forces, espicially without us knowing it. And I suppose that the lights going off right then was just a coincedence. See? We're already suffering from these arguments!

*Psy gives a big sigh.*

So, shall we continue destroying each other, or worry about DDC?

[DarthDarkCloak]

OOC: I just wanted to talk LOL, the saber was for protection. I think if the Dragon were more............MORTAL then I'd have no problem wit it.....

[Lady Vader]

OOC:

Shenraun's specs:
~sentient dragon of Myrkr
~volcanoe dweller
~can sense Force users like vornskrs
~can create Force nullifying bubble like ysalimiri
~his scales are impurvious to energy weapons
~weakness: projectile weapons can crack his scales, and lightsabers can cut very slowly through the scales as well

you can speak to the dragon... he will answer back and RP accordingly... all he sees is someone sneakig around and holding a weapon... he is only doing what he feels is right...

[Jeseth Cloak]

Erm... Those stats are a bit much... But I suppose if not abused it's not so bad...

[DarthDarkCloak]

[Pierce Tondry]

(ooc) So a microgrenade launcher like the one Pierce has would really wreck the thing, eh? As long as my microgrenades can blow parts of it off if things come to a head, I'm good. :)

(ic)

Pierce watched Garrett and Lynch stare at each other, then he turned and followed Lilaena out. He had to talk to her.

Had to.

[Live Wire]

*LW looked at DDC angrilly. She doubted he was acting alone and due to all the conflict she was getting a bit paranoid. Strange that Garrett disappeared and reappeared just as DDC escaped. Where was he all that time? LW called up to the council room.*

Have Blade detained for questioning!!

*she turned back to ddc*

As for you start talking! I want to know why you're out of your cell and who's helping you. If I dont get a satisfactory answer I'll let shenraun eat you.

[Shenraun]

*Shenraun saw LW had made it to the window he had plucked DDC from... he looked at her, addressing her*

Amazon, this man requests to be brought to the chamber. If I am allowed, I will dispose of him there.

*he released his grip slightly on the Sith, realizing he'd been squeezing his lungs*

[Live Wire]

*LW nodded to shenraun*

of course! Deposit him there and I will be there to make sure he does not escape. Thank you again!

*LW patted the massive creature on the claw and headed back to the discussion chamber to make sure Garrett was being detained*

[DarthDarkCloak]

"The one who helped me is in my place, within my cell. Go, but I fear he is long gone now....."

[Lord Psychic]

DDC, if you knew what was healthy for you, you'd say who helped you.

[DarthDarkCloak]

"I told you what I know, I had just awaken from being gassed by Roebuck, I wasn't all there, and I wasn't in the mood to ask questions"

[Shenraun]

*the massive dragon nodded his head, re-entering the palace throught the hole he had made in the wall just moments before*

*walking down the large corridors, he reached the large massive doors of the chamber, following LW*

*stepping halfway inside, he set DDC down gently, handing LW the lightsaber he'd taken from the man*

*he dropped his Force inhibiting bubble, and stepped outside of the chamber, keeping only his head inside at a low level in respect to the two Sith Amazons in the room*

[Live Wire]

*LW reached the chamber and had the guards detain garrett there*

Apparently there is an uninvited guest in the detention block!

*LW motioned for two security men to go with her. she looked up at shenraun.*

Please accompany me to the detention area. I dont know who we are facing and I'd like you there.

[Shenraun]

*the dragon swiveled his large head to look at LV for permission*

*once she nodded her head in the affirmative, Shenraun stepped into the hallway and followed LW down the corridor to the stairs that would lead them to the detention block*

[Lord Psychic]

My primary goal is too keep TSO together.. I shall return.

*Psy exited the chamber.*