Is Living Worth Dying For?

[Zasz Grimm]

So many things were happening.

Happening for Different Reasons.

Why?

Zasz walked down the crowded streets of Coruscant until he came to a barren area. Wait. Barren? He looked around, the place was empty. Odd that someplace on Coruscant was empty, and there was nothing there, usually there is so much activity you would wish that there wasn't any.

But there wasn't here.

He had often been going to Coruscant, but it seemed every time he ventured out he felt something. Something odd, and somewhat old. Almost as if something was going to happen, but what he knew not. He went to part of the metal building and leaned against it with his back as he slouched down and slid down to a sitting position as he propped up his knees to think.

Everything was going well in TBH and upon Bast. So what was going on that had him so gloomy? Not enough doom and gloom?

Would something happen?

[Nivram Draklar]

<center>Meanwhile </center>

Nivram Draklar was without his helm , his true identity was revealed, but no one else in the galaxy knew who he was. He was the Zasz Grimm, not that fake, that fraud, that clone, Zasz Grimm that he had made when his death was spread to all. No, he was the original.

When he faked his death, he set forth in motion a plan. A plan that would make his lust for power grow even more. He had been to several of the Sith planets, mainly Korriban and Yinchorr. He even managed to go to Yavin IV once, but not for long. He had been studying the ancient sith magicks in the old temples on the planets. He had seen artifacts, old books, and even communicated with spirits. Everything and anything that could further him in the Dark Side he dabbled in. He had even managed to attain an enchanted magical axe, that had so far, helped him out as much, if not more than his lightsaber.

He had run into a Jedi in a bar not too long ago, and put him down like the dog he was. After that, he figured that it was time to pay a visit to his friends, the Jedi, the Dark Jedi, and his former friends, TSC, now currently TSO.

The entire three years that he had been away from everyone and everything, he had been keeping tabs on them in some way. Informants. Droids. Anyway he could find out. He was recently in the area of Correlia, and even close to his own clone. Fortunately he mastered keeping his force signature hidden long ago, along with other things...

After sitting at the front of the cockpit and staring out the view screen for several hours contemplating what to do when he found the clone, he decided to move towards the back of the ship. He made sure that the hyperdrive computer was working perfect, and that the vitals would be just fine. He stood up and walked to the back of the ship to spend some time preparing...

The Mordriss was slipping through hyperspace as it always had. Nivram, no, Zasz was in the back of the quarters planning. Stage one of his plan was soon to commence. Kill the clone Zasz Grimm and take his place in The Black Hand. All was well in the ship, until...

<center>A loud klaxon was going off throughout all of the ship, internal lights showing and blinking red. </center>

Zasz felt the shake throughout the entire ship. He quickly scrambled to his feet but stumbled and hit the ground as he was thrown forward. His armor made a loud scraping noise, but the ship made a groaning sound.

"What the Frell!?!?"

He stood up and wobbled around as he started for the computers and sat down. He looked everything over and then looked toward the hyperdrive computer. An object had got in the way of their path in hyperspace. The computer stopped the ship so that he wasn't throw into millions of atoms. He hit the small button and the view screen came upwards to show him what was in his path....

As soon as he had, red light flooded his ship from an object from outside. Zasz looked towards it and moved the ship closer. What was this? A voice seemed to echo and call out. When the ship got closer the light seemed to be brighter and the voice that was calling out wasn't just one, it was many.

It was a talisman, but of what he knew not of. He had to look closer. He operated a metal arm that moved from the underbelly of the shuttle and he moved it slowly towards the talisman and the arm clicked onto the necklace part of it. He brought it back to the ship and heard the decompressing sequence.

He left the cockpit and went to the side of the ship and pressed a button on a keypad, and a door slid upwards. The red light was blinding to him as he looked at the object. It illuminated the room brightly as he took it into his hands, holding the golden talisman as he stared into the crystal that was in the center. He let his fingers trace over two empty spots on either side of the centerpiece. Stones were removed, why?

The light shone off of his metal armor as Zasz contemplated something for a moment. This talisman, whatever it was, was putting off a mass of energies for some reason. Maybe it could give him that edge that he wanted. Raise him to the heights of power that none has ever seen before.

He took each side of the necklace to the talisman in his hands as he slipped it over his head and onto his neck. Immediately he was taken aback as he fell to the ground on his back. He saw many figures, heard many voices, and one called out to him. He was convincing, help him.

It was the Talisman of Krath that he had just put on, and it multiplied his force signature by a thousand. Information poured through his mind as the voice gave out to him; power of those who wore the talisman before him also went through him. The voice of the Ancient God Krath spoke to him, also those voices of the High Priests of the Order Of Krath spoke to him. Satal Keto was still trapped inside of the talisman and spoke to him. The Dark Jedi High Priest, Morrish's soul was still kept in it, and he too spoke.

All had transfered their knowledge, wisdom, and force ability to him, even physical abilities, martial arts. He stay laying there, on the floor of his shuttle as the voices of the spirits spoke, but they were all overlapped, for Krath spoke the loudest...


There was a quake through the universe as Nivram Draklar AKA Zasz Grimm put on The Talisman of Krath. A disturbance in the force that all would feel, everywhere.

[Navaria Tarkin]

In the Universe, everything was connected by the Force. No matter how small or large the ripple was in the known galaxy, the effects could be felt by any Force Sensitive. Depending upon how attuned that individual was was dependant on how far their senses could reach.

Sometimes, but thankfully only sometimes, the manipulation of the Force was so massive that anyone could feel it, no matter where you were.

Much was the same with Navaria Tarkin. A Jedi Knight and a member of the Council that resided in the newly constructed Temple on Coruscant. She was enjoying a spot of refreshment inside a cafe, that wasn't too far from the Senate building, when her mind became filled with Darkness. She didn't realize a gasp arose from her throat when the feeling came. As Navaria strained against the unwelcomed essence of the Dark side, she lost control of her hand. It froze in shock and the juice glass she was holding slipped from her grasp, shattering instantly it hit the floor. Shards of glass skipped along the checkered floor, calling attention to the Knight's table.

Whispers went unnoticed. The waitress' concerned voice next to Navaria was ignored. She was too focused on finding the source of this disturbance to pay attention to anyone else ... but as fast as it occurred ... it stopped.

".... Jedi! Are you all right?"

Finally it registered that someone was next to her table, considering that the effects that she felt had worn off. Her face was still lined with concentration but once Navaria looked towards the young woman, her face softened into a reassuring smile.

"I am fine. My apologies for worrying you and your patrons."

She produced a credit chit and handed it over.

"Please take off enough credits for the broken glass as well."

"That won't be necessary, Master Jedi. 'Long as you're aight."

Navaria nodded and folded her hands under her chin, narrowing her eyes forward at something unseen.

Something was happening. What it was, Navaria didn't know but it was bad. Really bad ...

[Evil Hobgoblin]

The energy of Vjun beat like the heart of a sleeper. Slow. Dark. Pulsating.

At the center of it all was a tiny alien known to the galaxy as Hobgoblin. It was hard to believe that a being so small could wield and refine the energy within an entire solar system by himself, but Hob had done so, to protect Bast and to suit his needs. Sensing the galaxy was most easily done by drawing energy through one's spirit- the less interference from the surroundings, the better. In more ways than one, Vjun was Hob's weapon against his enemies, and he was its nexus.

From within a specially crafted chamber of meditation deep beneath the castle, Hob could sense the distance of sectors beyond Vjun itself.

When Nivram's hand touched the amulet, there was a titanic lateral lurch. Such a thing could not be ignored.

Such a wave of Sith-intense darkness awakened the sleeper.

The energy began to flow, throbbing and pumping, racing like a heart on adrenaline. Outward and outward, it reached, seeking the source of the wave.

But to see darkness where there is no light at all is impossible. The energy stopped, confounded.

Then it turned, and made for Coruscant- brightest jewel of the galaxy's worlds, and home to the Jedi of Light. There, in the contrast, it would see.

Whatever happened, it would be watching.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth had been sleeping. This would be his last day on Coruscant... he had already outstayed his welcome. Several close encounters with Jedi Knights had made his presence blatantly known. In the darkness, he appeared to be dead. His chest did not rise or fall with his breaths. His eyes did not twitch as he dreamt.

But there was much going on inside of his head. His nightmares were plagued with visions of an arcane power. It had been awakened... and Jeseth had claimed its namesake while it had been slumbering. The winged alien opened his eyes and sat up in his bed, his large feathery wings stretching uncomfortably.

So you've awakened at last... Such a shame another found you before I, but it makes little difference. I'm going to destroy you, and your servant...

Jeseth let his thoughts be heard, but he wondered if Krath would respond. To some it might seem perplexing; Jeseth had claimed the Order of Krath as his own, but refused to serve the Dark Spirit who had given it a name. His logic was complex, but his reasons were sound. Krath had been a powerful Dark Lord, but his time had passed. Jeseth would obey no one.

[Ishan Shade]

"It has been said that those who master the mysteries of The Force posses the power to rule the Galaxy. Any Jedi could do this. But the Jedi, fools that they are, adhere to a religion that binds them to the service of inferiors.

How....short sighted of them."

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The shuttle landed just outside the industrial complex of Courcant's main street. A lone figured emerged from the ramp, trailing a cape behind. The guards stood to attention. They eyed one another nervously. Rumors had been circulating about Lord Shade. Rumors of his tutelage ... under a Dark Lord of The Sith. Not that it could make him any more intimidating, Shade was never known for his mercy or sympathy. Captain James Kent, head of operations for Shade Industries stood at the doorway to meet him.

Kent bowed at the waist. "My Lord. We are truly honored."

"Are you, Captain?" came the short reply, "I understand that you were surprised by the news of my visit."

Kent surrendered about two heads worth of height to Shade, and had to crane his neck to reply. "Pleasantly, of course, My Lord."

Ishan merely looked down at him. Kent could not tell whether it was annoyance or new respect. Truthfully, it was impossible to tell through the Falleen's stern expression. They walked into the large industrial stronghold before Ishan began.

"I have heard of Senator Loktey's change of heart to our situation on Dalmore. I trust this matter will be taken care of."

Shade did not change his walking pace, nor bothered to look at the Captain. Unbidden, the words came to Kent's throat.

"It would not be wise to target someone so predominant in the Senate, My Lord."

Ishan stopped. Kent knew that hadn't been very wise at all.

"You doubt my will?"

"Of course not," he said quickly, "It's simply that the killing of a Senator would not go down quietly. More than likely the Jedi would get involved."

Kent felt an oppressive tightness in his throat, and hoped fervently that his own nervousness had placed it there, for he too had heard the rumors.

"Your opinions are irrelevant," said Ishan, and he began walking away, down the gleaming rows of marble, "So long as you carry out your orders."

"But the Jedi will start an investigation," he said plainly, "They would surely trace it back to us."

Shade turned on him. A black-gloved hand came up in a threatening gesture, and this time the tightness in Kent's throat was not at all natural.

"Perhaps you require a reminder of the high value I place on loyalty."

His lungs burned for air, and all he could do was give a simplistic nod. Kent fought his need for oxygen to a standstill. Ishan released him, as Kent drew in a long breath.

"See that you do not lose sight of that, Captain Kent." Ishan boomed as he walked away from the bruised officer.

There will be no one to stand in his way now. . .he had some meetings to keep.

[Feliciana Devano]

A dark figure sat upon a bed and stared across the small room at Jeseth Cloak. Her black robes rested comfortably around her body and her long black hair was tied up in the back of her head with a string of black leather. Her cyan eyes held steadily upon his face, though she was not really looking at him. Her mind was in deep meditation, something she had learned to do...and use well while she was still an Apprentice at TSO. Her eyes moved not and her breathing was slow. Her heart rate had dropped out considerably, but she was in no danger for she did this often. Already she had been sitting that way for hours this very morning. Suddenly something dark overcame her mind. A great disturbance ran through the Force and she felt it. Quite obviously Jeseth had as well. Feliciana's eyes shot open and they came to rest upon his waking face. He appeared troubled, to say the least, or perhaps she was misconstruing his discomfort for something else.

"Good morning Master....you slept well, I am guessing? I couldn't...these beds are rock hard."

She sighed helplessly, though she knew it wise not to complain. Shutting her mouth for a moment, she let her eyes envelope his presence before she looked to the ground. The young woman thought it wise not to speak, yet she could not help the feeling that something had happened. Good or bad, she knew not...for everyone viewed both differently. Sighing once again, she raised her eyes to his and opened her mouth to speak.

"....Do......do you feel that?"

It was perhaps and awkward question, but she knew not what that was and she hoped that perhaps he had more insight onto it. Somehow, though, through her deep meditation she had felt it. Her eyes continued resting upon his in all seriousness, wondering what had happened that had touched her mind so.

[Nivram Draklar]

"Such Power!"

Zasz looked up, his grey pupils now growing a bright red that somewhat illuminated his pathway. It wasn't natural like that of his clone, but supernatural, as if it didn't belong. For it didn't. Flowing through him now was like nothing he'd ever felt. Only those who have worn the Talisman have felt it. Then the voice came to him....

...."Followers....My order must be raised again!....."

He shook his head, others were talking to him. But he felt compelled to do as this voice said. He looked around, the red light from his eyes subsiding, but still there. He looked down at his hands and shivered. They looked so much different than before. Stronger, yet not his own.

....."I know of your plan!..."

Zasz looked around, but he knew that was rather foolish. He then sat down, trying to comprehend what was happening, to set aside the voices. It work, except for the raspy voice that was always talking to him...

"How can you know that! And why does it matter to you!"

Again, the raspy voice...

"It coincides with mine! Carry it out!....Followers!...Seek them out! My knowledge is with you!"

The voice subsided for now. Zasz closed his eyes as he looked around, trying to sift through everything that he now knew, rather, inherited. So much was in his mind, he couldn't know it all, but yet he did. He leaned back and then it came to him. He stood up, grabbing his helm off the ground as he did so, setting it on the console as he stared outwards.

He reset his course for the planet of Coruscant, thought it was his previous course, he had canceled it due to stumbling upon the amulet. Now he could go through all of plans! Everything shall be done! Not only would he find Zasz on Coruscant, but the Jedi Order had recently moved their as well. So much was in his favor.

The Mordriss hurled forward as the ship creaked to the sudden jump to hyperspace. Soon he would be in Coruscant...Very soon.

And soon he could exact his revenge on the foolish Jedi! And then find followers for this Krath that inhabited the Talisman. He could be come the most powerful entity in the galaxy! Power that would quash that of Darth Vader! Power that he would unleash upon the Galaxy!

..."We coexist...And together, we shall rule!"...

[Zasz Grimm]

Zasz looked up from the darkness that was in the barren and empty void of space that was seperate from the alley he was in. A disturbance had created a ripple effect went out through the galaxy, but this was rather close, very close to Coruscant.

His red pupils stared upwards to the sky as he stood up, trying to think of what it was, what had happened in the universe to cause such a massive thing. And why. He could feel other presences on Coruscant, some were familiar, others were not, and the world being inhabited by the Jedi also didn't help...

Or did it?

He pondered as he somewhat paced back and forth in the narrow space that he was in.

[Navaria Tarkin]

Her inner musings had opened herself up further into the Force. She was searching for a place to start; a way to understand what had just happened. Power of that magnitude just didn't seemingly come out of thin air and ripple across the galaxy. No. It had purpose. A goal in mind. But where to start!

Navaria curled in lips, scowling at all the unanswered questions that were racing through her head. Eventually the waitress returned with her credit chit and the Jedi nodded politely, feigning a smile so that the patrons in the diner wouldn't worry. Withdrawing into the folds of her hood and cloak, she departed.

Terrible things were coming and it was time to head back home to the Jedi Temple. The Council would need to be called into session about this Dark Power that was felt. Navaria could not have been the only one to feel its impact.... Not to mention all the forces of evil that would be flocking towards the source.

Without any cause at all, Navaria stopped dead in her tracks, catching the few beings near her off-guard. One told her to stroke off as a human male almost ran into her. She would have apologized but there was a presence nearby that Navaria recognized. It wasn't a fellow Jedi but it was someone that Dalethria had once been close with. Navaria had vivid memories of this man for it was a time when both she and Dalethria had shared a single mind. It was because of how close they had become that Navaria would always remember the aura of Zasz Grimm.

Curiosity made her turn down the alley but also out of duty. Zasz was a Sith last she heard and that always came with the clause of trouble. She fingered her sabre but did not produce the weapon fully. There was no danger here as of yet and she did not want to instigate anything.

As she drew closer, her head began to buzz, a feeling she was accustomed too being a clone. An odd situation for her mind was true but the body was not. She was as much herself as she wasn't and it was unexpected in finding that the Zasz she saw before her pacing .... was a clone of Dalethria's lover. His confusion was thick, much like hers in the diner. He must have sensed it too and he was so engrossed in his thoughts that he did not notice her yet.

Navaria was going to go out on a limb but if she was up front with Zasz, the potential for a fight would decrease. And then there was the odd past between them....

She swallowed and folded her hands in front of her body.

"... Zasz?"

[Zasz Grimm]

"... Zasz?"

This one word brought him back to reality. Back from his thoughts, that and a sensation he had not felt that much. A buzzing that he felt in his mind. He pushed it aside but when he looked up he stepped back almost immediately. He looked at her. What was Dalethria doing here?! Was she following me!?...But wait...That doesn....

Navaria!

He had heard about the many clones of his former love. But now he was face to face with one. And how she looked exactly like when he remembered their 'meetings'. He eyed here intently. What was a Jedi Knight doing speaking to a Dark Jedi? His blood red eyes looked over her as he thought quickly. What was this about. Zasz stepped back forward a pace, looking at her...

"Yes, I am Zasz. And you would be Navaria...."

[Jeseth Cloak]

"I did," Jeseth responded to Feliciana. "Krath has awakened. He desires that which is rightfully his... but we mustn't let him have that. If we do, then our lives will be forfeit." The darkness within Jeseth's room was shattered by tendrils of blue light that were erupting from the winged alien's fingers, trailing down his arms. His eyes seemed to glow as they reflected the luminous energy.

"Are you prepared to follow me, Feliciana?" The light source died away as Jeseth drew a deep breath and reached out to turn on the lights. He glanced into her eyes, and then raised a brow. "Well, are you?" He stood up from his bed and grabbed a few articles of clothing, pulling them down over his head. He slipped on his coat and buckled it behind himself with some difficulty, then stretched his wings.

[Dasquian Belargic]

In the halls of the Greater Jedi Order, violet eyes snapped open.

The Jedi Knight stood up from his Council chair, interrupting a brief report one of the Academy staff was providing to the seated members of the committee. Many eyes turned and fell on him as he squinted, staring off at some indefinite point in the room. Something was amiss, evidently.

In Dasquian’s mind a sudden pulse had occurred. A Force boon had been released, a fierce power of darkness that had not tasted fresh air since the times of the Old Republic. He recognised it within a second, and felt a feeling of anxiety over come him.

“… Something is coming.”

Silent step by step he paced down across the room and closed his eyes, his mind expanding and being presented with a vista of black, gnarled decay, whilst all the while a pair of red eyes watched – hungry.

“Someone has awoken an ancient darkness on Coruscant.”

There was little pause before the Knight began to check his currently inventory for lightsaber and healing salves. Dasquian could sense others had felt this disturbance, and turned to his comrades. They seemed far less concerned than he. Perhaps in this time this thing was not so great a threat as it had been in his time.

“… I would request a fellow Knight accompany me to investigate this quandary.”

[Feliciana Devano]

Feliciana watched as Jeseth stretched his wings and pulled clothing over his head. He glowed beautiful blue light for but a moment before staring into her eyes and questioning her. Her heart nearly skipped a beat at his question before she nodded and bowed her head.

"Yes, Master....I am ready. I shall follow you to the end....my loyalty is with you."

She said before letting her gaze meet his. Rising from her seated position upon the bed, the young woman pushed her black hair behind her to rest upon the black velvet of her robes. Her cyan eyes kept upon his as she thought of the challenges that lay ahead of them.

[Nivram Draklar]

<center> Time had passed and The Mordriss plowed through Coruscant's atmosphere. Zasz was awake the entire time, imagining what he was going to do the entire time. How he would do it. How he would make the universe bend to him..and Krath!</center>

The ship shuddered as it came to a halt in the black Coruscant sky. It was night, but yet the lights of the city made it seem like day almost. He stood up and looked around. He brought his hand up to touch the Talisman with a grin, and then to the scar that was down the right side of his face. The raspy voice of Krath was heard....

"Yes! Go...Hear my words...I will propel you to your destiny!"

Zasz picked up the winged helmet and placed it up and over his head. He grinned to the feeling of the cold metal on his face. His glowing red eyes made him look like a demon. He looked around his ship. He had set up a place to where his ship would stay while he carried out his tasks, and when he pressed a button on a remote that he had, his ship would be back ASAP.

Everything is going as planned. He made sure he had everything. His armor was secured onto his chest and he tightened the strap on his helmet some, but had no need. It was pretty much held to his head by his own will, or rather, magick. He moved his hand over towards the bench and took into his hand the handle of his Battle Axe. It was made by an unknown metal, rumored to be Mandalorian Iron. It mattered not what it was, for it to was enchanted by magick. It would never be destroyed by a lightsaber or by any other melee weapon. Far be it, even so much as a nuclear explosion...

He stepped forward to the side door of his ship and pressed a button. When he did so wind gushed inside of the shuttle. Beneath him was all of Coruscant. He felt him. He felt that weakling of a Dark Sider. His clone.....Others were here! He laughed as he plunged out of the shuttle door. Automatically the door closer and the ship flew off to it's safe haven.

Air was whipping about his armor and helm. His body was in sync with The Dark Side. He successfully dodged all traffic beneath him and his glowing crimson eyes watched beneath him. He was picking up speed and was roughly like a falling comet from the sky. He was nearing the ground and he wrapped himself with The Dark Side. As he did so he was right near the ground, but he didn't slam into it and splat, no, he was hovering. He stopped and fell gently to the ground, his armor barely making a sound

All those around him stared in awe. They had been watching skyward the entire time, expecting the man to be killed and decimated as he hit the ground. Many backed away immediately upon seeing his attire, and his glowing eyes from the sockets of the helm.

"Tell them....give them the dilemma!"

He looked around and blinked several times before he opened his mouth to speak. As he did so it seemed to be amplified and his voice boomed throughout the large crowd....

"All those here, bear witness! I am the embodiment of the God Krath! Join his order and rule the Galaxy along side him!"

The crowd had hushed during his small but bold speech. No one said anything until a man began to laugh, then 2 more joined with him. They said their slurs and eventually the whole crowd laughed. Nivram was not pleased. Krath had told him this might happen, and what to do if it had...

..."Kill them...All!"

Nivram looked around and raised his hand up high, the massive axe raised, his muscles contracting as he did so. He reared back and threw it, it had a spin on it and it was guided. Guided by the Dark Side. It entered the crowd immediately, severing legs, cutting people in half, kill all life that was in it's radius. Blood curdling screams were heard during it all, and were no doubt heard miles off. The weapon flew back to his hand, he held the wooden handle, blood pouring off the blade.

He moved out his right hand, a dark light started to fill around it. Energy seemed to eminate from the being Nivram Draklar. Aided by the power of Krath, and that of the souls and power that still lurked in the Amulet, a large ball formed before Nivram's hand. As the Dark Side energy formed he picked his target and thrust his hand forward.

The ball flew towards a rather large commercial building. It flew over people who were either dead, or screaming in agony. And then it was felt and heard throughout the area....

BOOM

Nivram turned, dust and shrapnel flying, but not hitting him. He began to walk away but he heard screams. Screams of inevitability. For when the energy hit the building, it destroyed the beams and such that held it in place, and it was toppling. Toppling onto the people below it. It would crush those who lived, those who were injured, and those who were already dead.

Metal Creaked. A building toppled. People died.

And walking away from it all, the lone Sith Master; Nivram Draklar AKA Zasz Grimm, The embodiment of Krath.

[Salem Ave]

The sound of voices from within had grown louder, but still the scratching against the door could be heard. It had been barely audible at first though now seemed almost angry. To those of ultra-sensitive hearing it would be detectable that three things were trailing down the door, lifting up, and then repeating the process over and over.

“Ssssss-ire…”

The black-cloaked figure stood with his body half pressed against the threshold of the door, one pointed ear listening for what was said within, whilst he continued to scrape at the door with one pale clawed hand.

Take me, you know I am loyal, a voice hissed into Jeseth’s mind.

[Kelt Simoson]

Kelts heart jumped as he watched Dasquian pace about the Council Room for a few moments, seemingly within a trace, a connection with the force. Kelt had been talking with Dasquian about his training when suddenly it looked as if the Jedi Knight had sensed a dark presence upon the planet. Kelt had felt something itching in the back of his head but nothing like what Dasquian had felt at all.

'..W..What is it Dasquian?...did you feel something?' Asked Kelt but the sentace was irelevant, it was hardly acknowledged as Kelt overrided it himself.

'Im not a Knight but you know me Dasquian I'll ride with you and stick with you my friend..i wont let you go alone...' Kelt smiled and held out his hand so Dasquian could pull him from his seat. Kelt was quite battle ready and as a Jedi would strike evil whenever possible.

[Ki-Adi Kindo]

The doors of the High Council opened up unexpectedly, and in walked Ki Adi Kindo at a rather faster pace than usual. He appeared worried, and though there were always numerous things going on that gave him an abundance of stress, he rarely ever showed it on the outside.

The Council members' attention fell upon towards him as he continued forward until he stood in the center of the room. Of course, before giving an explanation of his visit, he bowed.

" Not long after I left my quarters, I was heading for the Academy when I froze. I stopped walking, not realizing it either, because something else had caught all my focus. I felt a disturbance in the Force, unlike most I've ever felt before, overwhelm me. That's why I'm here now, because I know you all felt it too. "

Kindo constantly tried to maintain a steady awareness when it came to any changes in the Force. He had no doubt a majority of the Order felt exactly what he had felt only brief minutes ago.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

Coruscant. The night air reeked of cigarettes, alcohol, blood, and sex. Or perhaps it was the fact that she was standing in the alley behind a club. Dropping a carcass she had been feeding on, Cherice gave a yawn before kicking the body aside. Her apprentice was busy feeding on another victim, leaving her to her thoughts. Such a pity, really, that such insignificant morsels inhabited the galaxy, polluting it with their kind.

"Jared, you shouldn't eat so fast - it's not good for the stomach."

The cannibal, red haired and golden eyed, only looked up and snarled before resuming eating his meal. Giving a sigh, the Sith smoothed the wrinkles out in her black blouse. Since she had joined Jeseth in the Krath, she often found herself contemplating many issues in different perspectives. Something she didn't used to do.

She was about to open her mouth and tell Jared that they should leave when suddenly something jolted her out of her peace-like state, sending her to slam into a brick wall. Grabbing her head, Cherice let out a shriek as her mind was filled with unbearable pain, yet such delicious darkness. A few minutes passed and then it was gone, yet the air she breathed in seemed to be ... tainted.

Jeseth had told her about this - that Lord Krath might awaken and try to claim what he believed was rightfully his. Well, just let him try! No doubt everyone that was Force sensitive could feel the threat drawing near, but it was the fellow members of the Krath that she was concerned about. Jared was right next to her, who no doubt felt it, too, but the others ... She knew that Salem and Feliciana were with Jeseth.

Then, something caught her attention. Looking up into the sky, she saw someone descending as their ship hovered into the eye. Cherice squinted her blue eyes, trying to make out who he was, when he landed.

All those here, bear witness! I am the embodiment of the God Krath! Join his order and rule the Galaxy along side him!

The crowd that had gathered merely laughed, obviously irritating the man ... The embodiment of Lord Krath. He slaughtered them with ease with a humongous axe, aided by the Force, and then sent out a energy ball of some sort towards the building that she was next to.

"Damn! Jared, follow me!"

Immediately she had formed a Force shield around them and began to rush forward, her Apprentice not too far behind. Debris began to fall on them, but bounced off like rubber. Their speed was enhanced with the Force, so they were able to get out of the way of the collapsing building just in time. Screams of anguish were increased, but yet it was music to her ears. The pain, the suffering ... It was a masterpiece.

But she had no time to relish in such simple delights. The supposed "God" was walking away in his little victory, and Cherice wasn't about to let him get out her sight.

"Jeseth, I've got him in my sight ! His powers are incredible, but with the rest of the group we could easily defeat him."

After sending her telepathic message to the Ambrellian, she started to walk a ways behind Lord Krath. To not look too conspicious, the Succubus had smeared dirt and soot on her face and silver hair, walking hunched. Thankfully, Jared didn't stand out too much either, being covered in blood from his meal and dirt.

[Jared Mriad]

Jared stalked behind Cherice, fresh blood running down his chin from the kill. He chewed idly at a slice of meat - the last tear he could grab before the building exploded - and walked in a similar fasion as his master ahead.

The power that fell off this... this... target... was incredible. Beyond Jared's sense of thought and prowness, he felt a twinge of envy. The massive slaying around him, the destruction, flooded into his senses; blood floating in the still air, moans and crys of pain, falling rubble... perfect.

This "God" showed a perfection that not many could enjoy..

Jared followed Cherice...

[Blaine]

Bryce 'Cold' Blaine had lived an urban life. He was used to whatever danger lurked the streets. In fact, he sometimes caused the dangers. The city's cool air created an intoxicating smell. Something Cold had grown used to.

Standing on the roof of a building, Cold observed the luminous lights of Coruscant. Looking at the roof top he stood on, Cold extended his arm and moved his hand in an upward motion. Pebbles that were in front of him began to rise slowly. He pulled the pebbles towards him, and pushed them back. But as he pulled them back once more, the pebbles fell to the floor with an awkward silence filling the air.

Cold frowned. A brief, yet sharp headache swept through his mind. The Force had been tampered with. Cold could no longer raise the pebbles from the ground.

He looked at the nearby buildings and Cold received another sharp headache. It was a presence... an unwanted presence, and it was nearby.

Cold no longer felt any headaches, and his attempts to lift the pebbles with aid of the Force was no longer an obstacle. The disturbing presence was getting closer and bigger, destroying everything in its path. Cold was confused.

"What's happening?" Cold heard people say as they came running near.

Cold closed his eyes, trying to reach Jeseth telepathically.

What's going on?

[Navaria Tarkin]

She opened her mouth to speak further, but whatever the Jedi was going to say was lost as Navaria looked away. Her brows were scrunched together in concentration. That presence the Jedi felt earlier had grown exponentially stronger.

"Zasz ...! Do you feel that? It feels familiar and not all at the same time."

[Zasz Grimm]

"Can't say that it's familiar..But it's hella strong!"

Zasz was now looking around. He had felt something for the longest time, it had been growing. And there was a sudden outcry, and then it was silenced. Zasz looked to Dalethr....Navaria for a moment. Then grabbed her by her shoulder, pulling her close...

"Perhaps we should see what it is?..."

Though she was a Jedi, he could push that aside...for now..

[Navaria Tarkin]

Navaria's face took on a confused look.

"Hella?"

But then Zasz's next response took her by surprise, causing a cascade of memories to come forth which weren't her's. They were rather intimate moments that the Dark Jedi and Dalethria had shared ....

Quickly she turned towards the disturbance, hiding the blushing in her cheeks.

"Yes. We should. And quickly as well."

To get out of this position as well as because of the danger.

"There is a foreboding nature to this presence."

[Zasz Grimm]

Zasz's mouth turned into an evil grin as he caught a glimpse of her face. Physical contact brought back memories to the clone of his former lover. Interesting. He looked up, and then around as he moved ahead of Navaria, somewhat leaving her behind. He could feel this strong presence, and almost feel what direction it was going in....

...."Interesting....Tell me, do you care for the Jedi Temple?..."

He knew she was close behind, he only wondered what her reaction to his question would be. It was apparent that this presence was headed in the direction of the Temple, perhaps intent on demolishing it, or merely to meet up with someone...

[Navaria Tarkin]

Even though Zasz was far up ahead of her, Navaria's acute hearing caught every word and her heart shuddered to think about what the Dark Jedi meant. She ran off quickly after him until she was hot on his heels.

"Of course I do! What are you insinuating?"

He could hear it in her voice, the concern for her fellow Jedi as well as the distrust she held for him.

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*His eyes burst open, crying out to save them from the pain. The pain the began at the back of the farthest reaches in his mind, and forced its way through to the front. His eyes wanted to escape, wanted to jump out of his head and just get away from the immense pain, but his eyelids closed once more stopping that from happening.

This pain within his mind was caused by pure evil, that was for sure. A release of hatred and anger in mammoth proportions. He had no clue what it was, or what had caused it, but another wave followed; one that almost subdued the pain brought on by the first. Voices cried out, screamed rather, and then were silenced. Death followed in the wake, its stench strong enough that it filled his hotel bedroom.

But it was enough to kill the headache. Opening his eyelids, praying upon all hoppe that his eyes did not jump from their sockets, Snack looked around. The room was dark, only shadows falling upon the walls from the lights in the Coruscant night. He sat up, and positioned his feet onto the floor. Pushing up, Snack stretched out all of his limbs, yawning.

It had to be two or three in the morning. Clearly not enough time to rest up from the past days activities. As well as the night's. Staying on Coruscant, with the influx of Jedi lurking on the planet, was rather difficult for a "Dark Sider". The Jedi always have to know where the evil doer is, why he's there, why he's doing what he's doing... nosey little priss-ants. But "the Dark Side clouds everything" a wise Jedi Master once uttered. So, using that logic for his own benefit, Snack clouded his presence here on Coruscant. He altered the Force around, causing it to pass through him as if he were not there. Not cloaking his force signature, no. There were ways through that, plus it took that much more energy... at least in his mind. Clouding it, allowing his Force signature to simply blend into the background, allowing the dark traits to cloud over anything that was light.

Surely, the Jedi would be able to realize a disturbance in the Force, but as to where it originated from, they did not know. And that was well and fine for Snack.

He stood at the window, looking out at the night-line -- where the lights of the tall skyscrapers molded into the dark sky. What seemed to be a cloud of smoke and debris rose up into the dead of night, and it was relatively close to the hotel he was staying at. Maybe a block or ten away - by speeder. The source of the death? Probably.*