Chaos Alexander
Feb 28th, 2003, 11:31:21 PM
::The sun was setting on Naboo. Some where heading home from work, others were heading out into the cities. It did not matter who you were. Everyone was one the move. Alexander was no different. His eyes were on a research buliding in the middle of a slum. He sat on the top of a near-by building and watched as the guards changed shifts. There was something in there he wanted. Something he wanted bad.
Many people saw this place as an under-funded lab trying to get a break through to make a quick buck. Alexander knew the truth of it though. Many of the 'Scientists' that worked there were Sith. They were members of a new Group. They called themselves 'The Cult of the Red Dragon'. They were growing bigger by the day. Many were old members of fallen Sith groups, and some were new to the game. None of that mattered to Alex. He only cared what they were. Sith.
He had been tracking these branch for a few months now. He still had connections in the underground that knew he still was alive. He dug them up, and buried and few of them. After piecing together information from different sources, the younge Jedi and fully came to understood the real deal of this place. From what the Jedi could tell The Cult had a branch that searched for lost Sith Artifacts, and one that made weapons. That was only just two of a few Alex knew. Both were though. And it didn't take much to know that those two areas should not be mixed.
It seemed that The Cult had hit the jackpot. A Sith Knight of old had recovered an Artifact of ungodly power. It collected teh Life Energy of the people it's Master killed. Then the holder of the gem could cannel that energy through the Force. It wa sliek a unlimited battery. This same knight was a very advanced robotic designer. He spent many a sleepless night working on his stuff. Then he had an 'accident' and died. Then all his stuff was foudn by The Cult.
Alex hacked into the computer days before. The Cult had run into a unseen problem in the two years they have been working on the weapons and Artifact. The Soul Stone would not work for them, and the plans for the droids were not finished. The Droids were taken care of witha little work, but the Stone was a different matter all together. After reading description of the Stone, Alex knew who the ex-Sith was. It was Himself. That was his stone, and his plans. These were the bastards that tried to kill him. The Stone was linked to the mind of it's owner. Only death could break that bond, and Alex was very much alive.
He was dressed in all white. He was in jeans, a tanktop, and a trench coat with the sleeves ripped off. In his hand was a mask that would cover his head. Like the rest of his cloths, it was white and faceless. He pulled it on. This was not his first hit, and would not be his last. One by one, every Sith would die. Every Artifact and recored destroied. Untill Then nothing else mattered.::
Many people saw this place as an under-funded lab trying to get a break through to make a quick buck. Alexander knew the truth of it though. Many of the 'Scientists' that worked there were Sith. They were members of a new Group. They called themselves 'The Cult of the Red Dragon'. They were growing bigger by the day. Many were old members of fallen Sith groups, and some were new to the game. None of that mattered to Alex. He only cared what they were. Sith.
He had been tracking these branch for a few months now. He still had connections in the underground that knew he still was alive. He dug them up, and buried and few of them. After piecing together information from different sources, the younge Jedi and fully came to understood the real deal of this place. From what the Jedi could tell The Cult had a branch that searched for lost Sith Artifacts, and one that made weapons. That was only just two of a few Alex knew. Both were though. And it didn't take much to know that those two areas should not be mixed.
It seemed that The Cult had hit the jackpot. A Sith Knight of old had recovered an Artifact of ungodly power. It collected teh Life Energy of the people it's Master killed. Then the holder of the gem could cannel that energy through the Force. It wa sliek a unlimited battery. This same knight was a very advanced robotic designer. He spent many a sleepless night working on his stuff. Then he had an 'accident' and died. Then all his stuff was foudn by The Cult.
Alex hacked into the computer days before. The Cult had run into a unseen problem in the two years they have been working on the weapons and Artifact. The Soul Stone would not work for them, and the plans for the droids were not finished. The Droids were taken care of witha little work, but the Stone was a different matter all together. After reading description of the Stone, Alex knew who the ex-Sith was. It was Himself. That was his stone, and his plans. These were the bastards that tried to kill him. The Stone was linked to the mind of it's owner. Only death could break that bond, and Alex was very much alive.
He was dressed in all white. He was in jeans, a tanktop, and a trench coat with the sleeves ripped off. In his hand was a mask that would cover his head. Like the rest of his cloths, it was white and faceless. He pulled it on. This was not his first hit, and would not be his last. One by one, every Sith would die. Every Artifact and recored destroied. Untill Then nothing else mattered.::