DarthDarkCloak
Jan 13th, 2003, 11:43:27 AM
All was quiet within the secret discussion chambers of the sith order. A planning meeting hadn't been called for some time. TSO had been in dormant, but the time had come. The sun had begun to rise over the hills in the distance, and rays of sunlight barely snuck into the room above the window ledge. The long-marble conference table was empty save a dark figure slumped at the head of the table. His hood was atop his head and his face hid within it's shadows. He had spent years traveling in search of answers, in search of power. Many years of studying the numerous data archives throughout the galaxy provided many answers to him, but none as perfect as the one that came to him in his dream</p><center>Two nights ago in a dream.....</center>
The snow had just begun to fall in the forrest on the mountainside. The trek had been a long one and this snow was the only sign of anything remotely familiar. He was growing tired and there wasn't any sign of hope ahead. As the snow continued to fall it fell harder and faster. Visability was becoming minimal and it began to break his will. Each step was more and more difficult and more and more tireing. He noticed a cave in the distance within a rock formation that seemed to have grown from the ground. It was the only refuge he had seen since he began this trek, and was the ideal spot to rest for the night. He made for it as fast as possible, not saving any energy, he knew that once he reached it, he could rest.</p>
As he reached it, his legs buckled beneath him and he passed out. Hours went by and the storm ouside grew more severe. The wind whipped and whistled through the cave reviving him. He awoke only to find that he was still inside the cave. He couldn't make leave the cave, not yet, the weather was much too treacherous. But he heard something, very deep in the cave somewhere there was alot of commotion. Perhaps more relief. He removed his outer cloaking for it had become very damp in the snow and was very heavy and restraining. He also removed his saber from the belt of his tunic and clutched it firmly as made his way into the cave. He neared the source of the sound and he could now make out the familiar sound of droids and hydrolic arms. "Ahh the smell of oil and metal", he thought to himself. It was a a relief indeed. He had found his way to some sort of civilization.
</p>He noticed a dim light up ahead and headed for it cautiously. Civilization doesn't always mean friendly civilization. As he neared it, he noticed what seemed to be a factory, a very large factory infact. The cave was some sort of vent and at the end was a large grate. Below everything was busy. Droids, Scientists and Troops were moving about busily all in different directions. There were large vats of what seemed to be bacta and in the distance were a great group of tanks, but as he leaned into the grate in front of him, he noticed that they were Sparti cylinders. The lost cloning Cylinders. He leaned in further to observe and as he did, the weathered grate broke free from the rock wall sending him into a freefall into one of the vats below.</p>
He struggled to fight free in the thick liquid solution, but it was no use. Bacta had a different density than water, he couldn't swim in it. From beneath the surface he could hear the alarms above him. whoever ran this place knew that he was here. A great pressure was felt on his waist as a mechanical arm plucked him from the vat and dropped him to the durasteel floor. He stumbled to his feet covered in the ooze and began to run for cover. He could hear the footsteps behind him clanking on the metal surface. He ran past the last of the vats of bacta and down an aisle of sparti cylinders. As he turned to head down an adjacent aisle, his wet boots lost grips and sent him flying into one of the thick glass cyllinders in front of him. He struggled to get to his feet using the cylinder infront of him to pull himself. As he he made it to his feet, he was left face to face with the creature behind the glass. It was a horned biped, his eyes were closed, but he was obviously breathing. As bubbles shot from his nostrils. As Cloak looked down to his left he noticed a datapad. It controlled his life support. On it was his vitals along with some sort of code, an Id number. "TSO-Maul-IIc3680" it said. Cloak leaned in to look closer and it's eyes shot open sending Cloak bolting from his dream in a cold sweat.</p>
A glimpse into the future it was. Besides, Cloak rarely dreamt at all, unless the Darkness was trying to speak to him. He still sat slumped down in his seat at the head of the discussion table awaiting the arrival of the remaining high ranking officials of the order. His dream meant alot and he spent the last two days piecing the puzzle together. This was the eve of the Sith's return to power...............</p>
The snow had just begun to fall in the forrest on the mountainside. The trek had been a long one and this snow was the only sign of anything remotely familiar. He was growing tired and there wasn't any sign of hope ahead. As the snow continued to fall it fell harder and faster. Visability was becoming minimal and it began to break his will. Each step was more and more difficult and more and more tireing. He noticed a cave in the distance within a rock formation that seemed to have grown from the ground. It was the only refuge he had seen since he began this trek, and was the ideal spot to rest for the night. He made for it as fast as possible, not saving any energy, he knew that once he reached it, he could rest.</p>
As he reached it, his legs buckled beneath him and he passed out. Hours went by and the storm ouside grew more severe. The wind whipped and whistled through the cave reviving him. He awoke only to find that he was still inside the cave. He couldn't make leave the cave, not yet, the weather was much too treacherous. But he heard something, very deep in the cave somewhere there was alot of commotion. Perhaps more relief. He removed his outer cloaking for it had become very damp in the snow and was very heavy and restraining. He also removed his saber from the belt of his tunic and clutched it firmly as made his way into the cave. He neared the source of the sound and he could now make out the familiar sound of droids and hydrolic arms. "Ahh the smell of oil and metal", he thought to himself. It was a a relief indeed. He had found his way to some sort of civilization.
</p>He noticed a dim light up ahead and headed for it cautiously. Civilization doesn't always mean friendly civilization. As he neared it, he noticed what seemed to be a factory, a very large factory infact. The cave was some sort of vent and at the end was a large grate. Below everything was busy. Droids, Scientists and Troops were moving about busily all in different directions. There were large vats of what seemed to be bacta and in the distance were a great group of tanks, but as he leaned into the grate in front of him, he noticed that they were Sparti cylinders. The lost cloning Cylinders. He leaned in further to observe and as he did, the weathered grate broke free from the rock wall sending him into a freefall into one of the vats below.</p>
He struggled to fight free in the thick liquid solution, but it was no use. Bacta had a different density than water, he couldn't swim in it. From beneath the surface he could hear the alarms above him. whoever ran this place knew that he was here. A great pressure was felt on his waist as a mechanical arm plucked him from the vat and dropped him to the durasteel floor. He stumbled to his feet covered in the ooze and began to run for cover. He could hear the footsteps behind him clanking on the metal surface. He ran past the last of the vats of bacta and down an aisle of sparti cylinders. As he turned to head down an adjacent aisle, his wet boots lost grips and sent him flying into one of the thick glass cyllinders in front of him. He struggled to get to his feet using the cylinder infront of him to pull himself. As he he made it to his feet, he was left face to face with the creature behind the glass. It was a horned biped, his eyes were closed, but he was obviously breathing. As bubbles shot from his nostrils. As Cloak looked down to his left he noticed a datapad. It controlled his life support. On it was his vitals along with some sort of code, an Id number. "TSO-Maul-IIc3680" it said. Cloak leaned in to look closer and it's eyes shot open sending Cloak bolting from his dream in a cold sweat.</p>
A glimpse into the future it was. Besides, Cloak rarely dreamt at all, unless the Darkness was trying to speak to him. He still sat slumped down in his seat at the head of the discussion table awaiting the arrival of the remaining high ranking officials of the order. His dream meant alot and he spent the last two days piecing the puzzle together. This was the eve of the Sith's return to power...............</p>