Who needs Bacta? (Malice and invited)

[Fiend]

:: I sat on the ship floating in space. The throne like chair built for me specifically, menacing and uncomfortable, just how I liked it. The crew at their stations were all busy at work, their pale white hair barely moving as their dormant red eyes kept to their screens.

I viewed a large holodisplay of the planet Thyferra, largest producer of bacta, the galaxy's miracle juice. I smiled coldly as my reason of being here was reiterated with that thought.::

How much longer until we make the jump?

:: The assistant standing next to me looked to one at a screen and than straight ahead again before speaking.

Five minutes Sir.

I smiled and waved the assistant away with a mental order to fetch me refreshments for two. Malice would be coming to the bridge in moments. He had given me the idea and I had told him to bring a few of his disciples along. I had sent few invitations out myself, whether they had come or not, I didn't care. the Imperial Class Star Destroyer was big enough to accomadate them all.::

[Malice]

Outside of the ISD, two corellian corvetts were approaching. The signal they gave off showed them from TSO. Which meant only one thing. Malice had now arrived.

Aboard the two corvetts, Was Malice and his four deciples. This for three of them it would be their first mission. Malice opened up a comm link to Fiend.

*Fiend, this is Malice. I am coming aboard. It seems you have decided to follow through with what i have told you*

Their plans for Thyferra were crucail for the next stage in planning. All and all, their dreams and goals for this galaxy were slowly coming to pass.

[Mon Malfoy]

*Mon Malfoy, standing besides his master was excited on this mission... It was his first and he hope that it will help him be what he wants to be... A great Sith*

[ra hath]

RA stood beghinde his master ready for the mission to begin he thought about what might happen here. But try not to dwell on it must stay in the present . And hoped he would have chance to set lots of poeple on fire get some real world comat in.

[Malice]

Malice glanced at Mon and Ra as they both waited in anticipation. He could tell they were both excited. It was their first real mission after all. Though he did wonder how Damon and Jana was doing in the other shuttle. Damon had barely begun his training when Malice decided to bring him on this mission.

The shuttles had finally reached the destroyer and began docking. Upon exiting the shuttles, Malice glanced at all four deciples.

*Stay close to me and be mindful. We are guests on this ship and therefore should show a little respect to it's owner. Now, follow me*

Malice now lead them towards the front of the destroyer, where Fienbd would be waiting.

[ra hath]

Ra herd his master and replyed with a quick (yes sir). Then he took a look around him from the outside this ship looked huge.The inside was no diffrent .Ra stayed close to his master while they walked.

[Mon Malfoy]

Mon stayed closed to Malice because he knows that he has nothing yet compared to his master or Fiend... who he hasn't known yet...

[Malice]

After much walking, stair climbing, and lift riding, Malice and co. had finally reached the so called helm of the ship. Entering the room, the demon sith instantly spotted his comrade in evil and approached him. With a simple nod of his head he pointed to his deciples.

*Greetings Fiend. I would like for you to meet Ra Hath, Mon Malfoy...*

Pointing to the left of him, he continued.

*Damon, and Jana Silthon. My deciples*

Walking up to Fiend, the sith master shook hands. Then stared out of the window at the planet below. A sly, sinister grin spread across his face.

*So, i see we are proceeding with the plans for Thyferra then correct?*

He already knew the answer, but wanted to hear it anyways. Such a mission would prove great knowledge to the deciples.

[Fiend]

Something of the sort. Complications as I had planned, the Imperial Sovereignity controls the commidity most likely but we are here to "negotiate." I have brought nothing else but this ship for what I have planned. You may bring your vessels or leave them, we are not planning anything to create friction right now. Negotiating Malice, nothing else. Though I am sure there will be many things for the followers of the Horde to do while Blastech Industries proceeds with business.

:: I smiled, my eyes flashing red again as I looked to the disciples. I moved past Malice, my metal gauntlets that reached from my fingertips to my shoulders clinking together as their fluid looking plates shifted, my hand came up and runs past Mon Malfoy's face.::

Welcome aboard young disciple, you are of the Horde, above all else, of the Legion of the Darkside. Know that your power rests under Malice and I, we will raise you up. Do not fail, I'll kill you personally. Darksiders are blessed, you are committed to a true purpose, above yourself yet of you at the same time.

:: The blades protruding from my knuckles barely scraped underneath Malfoy's left eye, leaving no mark but I used the force to make Malfoy think he I had cut him deep. I smiled before turning to Ra Hath.::

Welcome to the Horde, you are blessed with the power of destruction. You are a tool of the Darkness and it expects nothing but cold and deathwrought success. But it can toss you away just as easily as use you. My hand came to his throat, not touching but he felt a very cold hand on his skin, tightening to the point of hard breathing but it released as soon as my glowing eyes turned away. Moving to Damon and Jana.::

You two, both having bowed before the Darkside to reap the glory of it's power. Do not think you control anything but your rage when it comes to the Savage Garden. Before you know it, you will see the strings and when you can see the knife coming to cut them, beware.

:: I walked away to see the sensors again. Looking to Malice and nodding to the two cups on a platter held by the assistant. I took one and drank the blood filled cup in one drought. My white shoulder length hair shifting as my head tilted back to drink it.::

We will now move in, the jump is ready. Others onboard at the moment are Garmollo Apostate and Wraith Frostmourne. they will be joining us shortly. I will need to get in touch with someone at Thyferra as soon as we arrive.

[Wraith Frostmourne]

Wraith proceeded to the the front of the Destroyer from the rear docking bay. This so called "plan," was completely unkown to him, but he intended to find out all about it. He could feel the great presence of the darkside looming infront of him as he walked.

After climbing several flights of stairs and crossing some bridges, Wraith came to the opening to Fiend's throne room. Remembering his manners for once, Wraith intended to greet Fiend before Malice.

"Greetings Fiend, Malice"

His icy breath collided with the fiery presence of Fiend, creating an unsual temperature throughout the room. He glanced at the other members in the room.

"And who might these be?"

[Jana Silthron]

Jana stood beside her master, Malice. Her three white wings spread out behind her. Her eyes looked around, cooly. She wondered what her job on this mission would be beings Malice had brought three of his other disciples along. Her attention changed and she looked at this man with silver hair that stood infront of her.

Jana kept her senses open. She listened to the sounds around her, smelled the scents of the workers and other force users, she watched the workers, which all seemed to be clones of this higher man infront of her, she could practicly taste the dark energy in the air with how thick it was around Malice, and feel the cold force around her. She kept her last sense open for any lightsider that might try to interfear. Every sense she had was ready for anything. But for the mean time, she just stood beside her master, waiting for instruction.

[ra hath]

As Ra stood there regaining his breath he could not help but wounder why people felt the need to chocke so much. But as he thought that he felt a rush of cold air come from behinde. Ra turned his head and saw a man covered in ice and ra thought to himself ( Gee being sith you meet all kinds of new and interesting people.Ijust hope thses nagotiation are over with quickly so we can get to the hurting people)

[Mon Malfoy]

"Uhhmm... Uh..."

*Mon Malfoy was greatful for the attention that was given to him by a great Sith... eventhough he received it in a manner which he didn't want. A great pride surge throughout his body... as well as anger that has been triggered by his encounter with Fiend... He is still greatful though because his master is still on his side... Along with his fellow disciples... Looking at back, a weird man caught his attention... A cold dark force is colliding with Fiend's burning presence as well as his master's uneasy force...*

[Garmollo Apostate]

Garmollo stood in the engine room, watching the people scurry from one station to the other, keeping tabs on the condition of the engines.

Garmollo rather liked the hurriedness in the actions of the crew, and their loud voices shouting over the din of the engines. It was much the same inside his head.

At last, Gamollo turned and headed out the door, walking from one section of the ship to the other, until he reached the bridge.

"What are we doing here Fiend?" Garmollo asked. As usual, the "we" Garmollo referred to was ambiguous. Most would think that he was referring to the group assembled. But Fiend would know what he meant. Garmollo was referring to himself.

[Fiend]

:: I turned to greet my two other Generals. Perfect examples of what happened those who stayed close to me and followed in my steps. Wraith and Garmollo showed much more promise than many darksiders I have ever seen, they would be pinnacles of the darkness when it came to point of creating the Hell of the Savage Garden.::

Welcome Wraith, Garmollo. As you can see disciples from the Sith Order. Wraith and most of the crew here have been exposed to my Fiend cells. I would hope that you would follow in tow and take this next step to power, for that is what it is. A pact, a covenant between you and me. A promise for power granted from the darkside for your service to be the perfected tools of the Savage Garden.

:: I approached Garmollo and Wraith. My hands resting on their shoulders as I looked from them to the others, my smile directed towards Malice. He had rejected the cells but that was fine, his disciples on the other hand, I didn't necessarily trust them, but the cells would help that along, give them more power, more trustworthy.::

But that can be made in time. I must get to the actual matter at hand.

:: I looked to the screen I had been observing and a button at the control pad before it pressed down. The ship didn't lurch but it looked as if it was as the stars became bright trails of light, the Imperial Star Destroyer "Helltongue."::

We will be entering the space of Thyferra, from there I will broadcast a message to the biggest vessel in the area, no one will speak through this point. The Horde might have TSO members but is not the TSO, you do not represent them here, you are the Horde.

There won't be much of any action until we are done with the talks. for now your purpose is to present an image, look proud and do not falter, you are symbols of the Savage Garden. We love destruction and Hell but we must find those who would help us reach that point first.

:: I turned to face the holorecorder. I would record the message and send it once we arrived in a few moments. The jump was planned and it wouldn't take long at all. The holocam turned on and I smiled, cold and with my best.::

To whom it may concern. I am Fiend, President of Blastech Industries. Excuse our intruding presence uon your controlled space, but I am requesting parley with the leader and owner of this space. I am waiting onboard the nonagressive vessel, Helltongue, I await your response.

:: My eyes glowed a bright red as the recording stopped. I turned back to the screen displaying the area about our proposed jump. Our vector was clean but the outlying area was still unclear... I hissed as I turned about.::

No stupidities! I will not waste my time with imbeciles. We are of the Horde and the Garden, know it's beautiful style and keep it!

:: The vessel came out of hyperspace after a few moments and the message was sent.::

[Wraith Frostmourne]

Wraith acknowledged Garmollo's and Fiend's greeting and watched as the message was sent. He leaned cooly against the wall, waiting for the next step.

[Damon the Shade]

Damon stood behind his master quietly not knowing what was going on just yet. He really didn't stick oddly enough even though he looked like a mummy in his Bandages. He was however shrouded in a bit of mystery that was under those Bandages and what exactly did those bandages hide.

He listen to Fiends words taking them in and accepting them. Damon was well aware of what his chosen path could bring him and of what he some day could accomplish for the order. He did not speak and would not unless his master gave him permission.

[Mon Malfoy]

Mon Malfoy stayed near Malice... because he is the only person he could give his full trust on, having been an unexperienced Sith... He knows and admits that he should play by the rules before he can be one...

He shoved his brushed up hair with his two hands accumulating some gel and he rubbed it in his lightsaber...

[Malice]

Malice merely stood and listened as Fiend spoke to each of his deciples. Hearing his words, and watching his action towards the TSO learners, Malice got a bit angry. But let it slide before anyone noticed. Then, Wraith had entered. As the iceman walked in, Malice nodded to him then turned back to Fiend.

not soon after, Garmollo had entered. Malice had only met him once, and that was at the operah house, where he had met Fiend for the first time. This skitso sith was an interesting one indeed. Malice would have to keep a watch on them.

Then it came, that smile from Fiend. A smile, and motion that Malice knew instantly what it met. Through the force, he sent him a private message.

(Fiend, do what you will, and give to whomever you wish your cells. Making them part of you. But i warn you now, not from me, but from TSO it's self. These deciples are not to be touched. They like me shall be free of your cells. Heed these wors my friend, for i wish this alliance to hold true and long)

With that said, he moved so that he and his 4 deciples could see the holocam. When it came on, malice stared into it. Fiend said to look proud, but Malice decided to look otherwise. He would look powerful, deadly, Menacing. Everything a sith should be. As the holocam came to life and displayed an image of the gathered sith to whoever recieved the message. From behind Fiend, they would see a figure in white, with lightning cascading up and down his whole body. The blue bolts seemed to go through one part of his body and come out the next.

This display of control over the darkise Malice was sure it would unnerve some who would see him.

[Telan Desaria]

Imperial Command and Control Complex
Xucphra City, Thyferra

Primary Command Center


" Fighter Wings Alpha and Beta Scrambled. Defenders en route; rendezvous with Defense Squadron X."


" Standard Shield, reduced. Defensive Grids going active."


" RE Turbolasers reporting on station. All batteries loading. Free fire zones designated."


" Both wings deploying off the Inquisitor. Assault Wing Delta forming now, to stage ten kilometers off her bow."


The orders and reports were shouted and said, the mood running from calm and deliberate to anxious and severe. Regardless of their emotional levels, however, the training of the men of the Sovereign Imperial Fleet never faltered. With shrill to their voices, they executed their orders and relayed messages without hesitation.


Grand Admiral Desaria walked in the subterranean complex below Command and Control, nestled safely under several hundred layers of duracrete and steel. Door guards quickly came to attention, but the men inside the war room itself bowed in passing and threw up salutes as they could. Formality gave way to urgency, as they had been instructed.


" Report," Desaria demanded, stepping from the entrance dais down to the main level. Duty stations surrounded one large plot table,with wall mounted holo screen wrapping around the room. Azure monitor glows and raditaing emerald and ruby terminal mounts flickered in the dim combat lighting.


" Sir," said Admiral Odin, snapping a quick salute. " An Imperial II Star Destroyer and two escorts has come out of hyperspace just outside of the interdictor net. I've scrambled the surface defenses and added the two wings from the flagship, for reserve. Planetary batteries are on line and the shield is up. The patrol squadron is on the far side of the planet, forming for combat."


" Very good, Admiral. Send a message to Wayd of the Reserve Armada to be prepared to report here for mopping up. One Destroyer does not stand a chance. I fear she might have friends lurking about."


" Indeed sir, she would be foolish to attack Thyferra!"


" A fool who leads fools into battle is not a fool, but a genius."


" Yes sir," Odin replied, bowing in submission. Philosophy was not the junior-officer's forte, so he allowed the comment to pass, nearly unnoticed.


" Lord Admiral!" shouted an Lieutenant, a headset to his ear. Blue collar pipping around his blue Intelligence tunic showed his Caridan origins. " They're transmitting a message!"


To whom it may concern. I am Fiend, President of Blastech Industries. Excuse our intruding presence uon your controlled space, but I am requesting parley with the leader and owner of this space. I am waiting onboard the nonagressive vessel,
Helltongue, I await your response.


" Sir it's a rouse!"


Desaria hushed his garrison commander with a sideways glance. " Their IFFs, do they concur?"


" They do, sir."


" Sir, non aggressive people do not arrive for parley in a Destroyer!"


" Admiral, calm yourself. Do not allow your superiority to cloud your logic. They know we can destroy them. They would not have come if they wished to fight. And to be sure, they shall come to us. Lieutenant, reply.


" - I am Grand Admiral Lord Baron Telan Desaria, Military Commander of the Imperial Sovereignty. Your ship has been targeted by planetary defense forces, as well as superior naval assets. However, pending your reply, I have ordered all forces to stand to. You are cordially invited to enjoy my hospitality in Xucphra City. A Guard of Honour of any size is Permissible. You have one hour to reply. - "


Desaria turned. " Now we wait..."

[Fiend]

:: The message came in after a few moments. I let it play before the entire bridge and smiled. That was what I wanted, this is what I was here for, an invitation. My fist clenched, one victory, more to come to the darkside hopefully. I looked to Malice.::

You, Wraith, and Garmollo come with me. The others shall go to the training room. Disciples, prepare yourselves for combat with jedi when I get back. Our next destination involves them, than you shall get your moment of glory as the light is again extinguished. Now go.

:: I turned back to the recorder. The red light began to flash as the recorder began. The officer operating it nodded as he began the transmitting.::

I accept your invitation gratefully. I leave my ship here, under your watch while myself and my entourage accompany me to Xucphra city. I will transmit the code of the shuttle I will be using to take down to the planet. We will be there shortly. Fiend out.

:: I turned, the recording ending. I walked up the stairs, the disciples gone now.::

The bacta project has begun Malice. Wraith, Garmollo, we leave now. The shuttle has been warming since we jumped.

:: My eyes flashed as the assistant stepped forward, his eyes glowing in unison. He would hold the ship while I was gone, the whole ship becoming a collective again as I lessened the focus upon myself.

We headed out to a turbo lift, than another level to the docking bay. We approach the shuttle and I turn on my heel to face the three of my most trusted, as trusted as trusted gets, comrades.::

We are of the Savage Garden, we present this Horde to the Imperial Remnant. Do not speak unless it gives us the upper hand or if it is by conduct of manners. These are possible allies, militaristic and once the strongest power, pushed by the darkside obviously. We are here to help them return to a galaxy power, no longe a remnant and in return, they help the Savage Garden. They will concur with our plans, to their own ends as all others have but helping us one way or another.

[Telan Desaria]

Xucphra City, Thyferra


The reply was received, and estimated that given escot situations, they Sith would arrive on planet in less than half of their previously assigned reply time.


With the final words of the message spoken through the audio receivers, the Grand Admiral exited the command bunker, several aides in tow. They dictated his every command and rushed to liaisons to put thought to reality.


Xucphra City itself had been built up from a world of only five million to twenty times that in only an equal number of years. Cities sprang from where rivers ran and forest sprouted. Hills shrugged off their vegitation for steel and ferrocrete structures, reaching high into cloud strewn atmosphere. Roads were thrown up as were houses and building complexes.


Among the many cities, Xucphra was the largest. Built near the western end of its stretched centre mass of skyscrapers and towers was the Waria Legia Colliseum, hundreds of stories high and kilometers wide. Entire divisions could mass there for parade or games of staavit ball could be played to the awe of paying audiences.


On the day the Sith arrived, there were no crowds assembled. Instead, five regiments of the Inquisitoriate's Elite Corps of the Guards stood in perfect square formation by company, lines of polished jackboots reaching out across the field. Fleet officers in black or green were mixed in with them, units that had won the glory of a "Guards" cuff title but chosen to retain their original uniforms.


With them stood Grand Admiral Desaria in his stark white-pressed uniform, epqualettes flapping in the cool morning breeze. The air was only slightly humid as the result of the climate tampering devices erected about, with cool winds and comfortable air.


Mounted throughout the formations were small Chariot-class Command cars with small superstructures. Living on the structures were Ysalmiri creatures which could repel the force.


The Grand Admiral trusted the Sith as a people, for they maintain an Imperialistic attitude. But he did not trust the Force.


Below, he awaited their arrival.

[Wraith Frostmourne]

Wraith observed the reply from the Grand Admiral. This man was obviously of great importance in the Imperialist world. The last thing Wraith wanted was for something to go wrong and end up in their custody. He proceeded and followed Fiend towards the docking bay.

Acknowledging Fiend, Wraith stopped before the door of the ship. "Do you really believe that they will come to terms with us? Will the Imperialists comply if there is nothing for them to gain in return? I for one do not wish to fight an entire army this day."

[Malice]

Malice heard what Fiend had said, but said nothing back. Instead, he just went into the ship to find a good seat. Which of course he would take one of the front seats. Passing by Wraith, he heard his question, and decided to reply himself.

*They have much to gain in this. Should they help us, any planets they gain control of, well they get to keep. Which to any group, a planet is great gain*

Then with a snicker, he spoke once more.

*Besides, if they do decided to capture us. I know i am safe. For i am a member of the strongest group of sith in the galaxy. Though, i cannot say what the safety of you would be*

He mocked Wraith. Malice did so because he knew he could. He barely knew Wraith, which had granted Wraith Malice's edgy attitude, instead of his respect.

[Aegis Du' Caat]

"Sir we are approaching Thyferra, helm repots we'll revert to real space in 15 minutes."

"Excellent, any word from head-quarters about my orders?"

"A squadron of TIE Defenders awaits to escort your shuttle to Command and Control, as ordered by Grand Admiral Desaria, himself."

"Interesting, have my belongings shipped to my summer home on the Isle of Vendat, I very much doubt I will be needing them here."

"Yes sir," The ensign replied as he snapped a salute and exitted the room.

Du' Caat rose from the desk he had been reclining at and stretched, his massive frame seemed cramped in the tight quarters of the Lancer Class Frigate. He gathered a few of his books and datapads and placed them in an attache case. Adjusting his uniform he exitted his quarters.

"Sir!" Snapped a salute of a petty officer who had been hustling down the corridors, Du' Caat returned the salute and the man carried on with his duties. Du' Caat was not always a fan of Imperial protocol, there was no need in his mind for the petty officer who was obviously in a hurry to complete an ordered task to pause to snap a salute for a Commodore who simply was making his way to the Shuttle hangar.

Du' Caat recieved quite a few salutes as he was moving through the halls, he returned most with a nod or a simple wave of his hand. He was deep in thought about the cause of his return to HQ. He had performed his duties in the Sennex sector but he wondered why he had been called back rather than given the orders to hold the Sovereignty's newly aquired planet.

As Du' Caat rounded the last corner before reaching the hangar entrance he stopped for a moment. He realized he had not thanked ths ship's commander for his expedience in getting the Commodore back to Thyferra. He would have to remedy that at some point, but for now a shuttle was awaiting him.

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As the shuttle flew over Xucphra City, Du' Caat looked outside to watch the Defender squadron escorting him. They were truly magnificent vessels, so much more efficient than the Advanceds. The squadron was kept in tight formation, not typical of most escort squadrons for a returning Commodore, they seemed to have a sense of honor about their mission. Du' Caat was puzzled by this.

"Approaching landing pad 4 sir, welcome home."

"Thank you Lieutenant."

As the shuttle descended the escort squadron broke off and tipped their flaps as a salute to the Commodore's vessel. The landing was smooth, Du' Caat watched the dust and debris blast to the sides as the repulsors slowed their descent onto the landing pad.

As Du' Caat exitted the vessel he immediately felt the heat and humidity the planet was known for, he removed a handkerchief and wiped his already sweating brow. A Commander bearing the ensigna of the personnel department approached him.

"Sir," He said with a salute.

Du' Caat responded in kind.

"Grand Admrial Desaria welcomes you back after a glorious victory in Freughte, here are your orders."

Du' Caat took the datapad from the man's hand and examined it. Then handed it back to the Commander.

"Lt. Greaves, will escort you to your new office sir," The Commander snapped another salute and made his exit.

A man wearing the crimson tunic of the Inquisorate approached and saluted the Commodore; "This way sir."

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There was a hospital smell to the HQ that reminded Du' Caat of his time spent in med-bay during the fraction of the Empire. It was not a pleasant smell for the man to remember as he ran his hand over the scar on his neck. Lt. Greaves remained silent as they made their way through the massive Command and Control complex.

"Your office sir," Greaves finally broke the silence.

"Thank you, Lieutenant."

"Will that be all?"

"Yes you are dismissed."

Greaves snapped a salute and left the Commodore to his new office in the Command complex. Du' Caat sat his attache case down and opened it. Removing a leather bound book he sat down to read and await further orders.

[Telan Desaria]

Imperial Collisseum



It was not long after the arrival of Commodore Aegis du'Caat that the Grand Admiral and his enlarged Inquisitoriate parade brigade formed up in the Collisseum. Desaria stood at parade rest under the evening sun, glad for the cool sea breeze cascading off the water nearby.


" Sir, Commodore du'Caat has arrived. You requested to be immediately informed."


The Grand Admiral brought a hand from the small of his back to his belt, bringing a small silver commlink to his lips. " Very good, Commander. Take for him an honour guard, and bring him here to me."


" Yes sir."


" And Commander, inform him of nothing. His reaction will be the final determinant in my decision."


" Yessir!"


As the comlink line went dead, the Grand Admiral continued his wait for the Sith.

[Garmollo Apostate]

Garmollo shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "And what are these people going to do for us? They all seem like pompous twits to me."

[Aegis Du' Caat]

beep...

"Enter," Barked Du' Caat. A red tuniced member of the Inquisorate stepped through the automated doors and snapped a salute to the reclining Commodore.

"At ease Commander."

"Sir, I'm here to escort you to the Imperial Collisseum," The commander responded in a sharp authoritive tone.

"Very well then," Du' Caat said as he rose to his feet, the 6'7" Commodore towered over the Inquisorate Commander. As he exitted his quarters a 6 man honor guard snapped him a salute and formed a phalanx around him. The moved rather quickly for such a formal formation. Exitting the Command Complex and moving my hoverlimo to the Collisseum. No one spoke, not even a breathe could be heard from the well-trained elite Inquisorate.

The limo came to a stop and the small group of Imperials exitted making their way to the Collisseum entrance. The building was immaculate, white Corellian marble adorned the pillars , walls and cielings; while a starkl contrasting black obsidan floor graced theh floors. The trip was short and suddenly the phalanx parted, giving Du' Caat a full view of the Grand Admiral himself. Immediately the giant imperial officer snapped a salute to the Grand Admiral which he held until it was reciprocated.

[Fiend]

:: I smiled shaking my head at Garmollo.::

Beware my general, your own words might gut you one day.

:: I giggled maniacally before I ushered him onboard. The docking ramp pulled up and sealed as I moved to the transport area. Four comfortable seats awaiting us within, two already occupied by Wraith and Malice. I took a seat, folding my arms as I listened to Wraith and Malice exchange verbal blows.::

Malice, your lips would tread carefully. The Horde is the strongest group, with nothing else in comparison. You three are generals, equal to each other and only below me.

:: I snickered like Malice had mockingly.::

Let us not feast upon each other like the worm Ouroboros that eats its own tail and becomes an endless cycle of cannabilism as weaker Sith have done in the past.

It is not just planets the Imperials will gain or regain if you will. They are a group of ruling officials obviously pushed to their greater destinies by the darkside. They make the perfect thing to rule the forceless beings because they do so well without that its almost as if they don't need it until they face force users actually. They will regain their seat of power as a galaxy wide feared faction, no longer just a remnant.

:: The ship lurched and sped out of the Destroyer's docking bay. It fled in haste down to the planet, following a guideline that would take it to our welcoming process.::

[Malice]

As soon as Fiend was done speaking, he felt a sudden sharp pain reverberate within his head. Malice in his mind, and he was not happy.

(Fiend, i agreed to join you in this mission. Not become a lackey. Likewise i also agreed to talk with TSO to join in as well. Know this, TSO is second to none. As such neither am i, save for the masters i serve at the order. My lips may tread carefully, but remember one thing my friend. My power shall alwyas accompany it)

With that he ended his force message. Though words like that would usually end an alliance, Fiend probably would understand how the demonic sith master felt. Malice's loyalties still layed with TSO, and he would only be considered second to the council who governed the mighty sith order. As well as his master. Other then that, Malice believed himself to be above all else.

Though should the fighting start, Malice would be sure to prove such a thing.

[Fiend]

:: My eyes opened in more ecstasy than anything else to Malice's delivered "message." It didn't matter how he thought to get his point across, I had heard it before and it was the talk of the expected Sith. Of course, the TSO answers to none, is second to none, they are Sith. Of course Malice answers to none, is second to none but his own council, because he is Sith. It was almost a predictable response.

I only closed my eyes though, there was not changing such a tradition etched in stone, the very traditions that would make one weaker than another. I could only laugh inside my head, Wraith and the pilot hearing the laughter through the fiend cells.

There was a slight shake to the shuttle as the ship passed through the atmosphere and took a moment to sense the minds of the tie fighters that passed over the hull. The ship came to land and I flexed out my force senses and stopped, my eyes opening sharply at the sudden recognition of the "bubbles."

Like voids in the force where it couldn't touch. Such things were the bane of me, my body totally dependent on the force, the creatures were abominations. Even if some of my experiments utitlized their abilties.::

Captain, make sure all is clear for our departure and return. Standby for our returnal.
It it time we make an entrance my companions. Force powers are pointless, ignore anything of the sort involving it. We are here for negotiating in parley, nothing else.

[Telan Desaria]

Desaria leaned over to the newly arrived officer and mumbled," Here they are."


Stretching himself to his full height, Grand Admiral Lord Baron Telan Desaria strode towards the arrived shuttle. All was now with the Sith, as they would commence either negotiarions or hostitlites. Their own fate, whether they realized it or not, was in their own hands.


As none knew then, indeed of the galaxy itself...

[Wraith Frostmourne]

Wraith heard the ever-echoing laughter in his head. He could tell it was a result of some tension flowing from Malice to Fiend, or the other way around. Whatever it was, he didnt want a part in it. Upon acknowledging Fiend's instructions, the bay doors opened, revealing a large walkway to the Imperial Collisseum.

[Fiend]

:: I flicked my wrists and clenched my fists as I started to arrogantly stride down the walkway, Malice just behind and Wraith and Garmollo side by side last. My hair shifted as I walked, my glowing red eyes taking in the massed amount of power before us. It was nice to be greeted with such a respectable display, my eyes glowed fiercer as the thought of how much destruction they could cause passed through.

I stopped shortly before the group heading towards us. The man I saw who was obviously the Grand Admiral and I gave a stern bow before rising, smiling with bared fangs.::

I am Fiend, Master of the Horde and President of Blastech Industries, Representative of the Savage Garden. I am grateful for the professional welcome, Grand Admiral. Where might we go to further the point of my coming?

[Telan Desaria]

" These men have assembled at the snap of my fingers, Master Fiend. I would not wish to have their arduous massing go to waste. Walk with me."


With those words and a turn to stride past the shuttle, the Grand Admiral had assumed control of the situation. That his guest had arrived peacefully was of no matter and though he did not do it intentionally, he was and always would be the result of his training. Years of indoctrination and exercise had not been wasted on the noble's mind.


As he moved towards the Sith Lord with Commodore du'Caat in tow, he began new. " As you know, Lord Baron Telan Desaria, Grand Admiral and Supreme Commander of the Imperial Sovereignty. Welcome to Thyferra."


With every fiber of his being, he hoped the Sith would fall in behind with Fiend at his side. Their massacre would be a tough situation to report when the Unification commenced. The Diktat had a soft spot for Force users.

[Fiend]

:: My head turned to the side so that I could see the people behind me, Malice, Wraith, and Garmollo. My eyes flashed red as I smiled. Malice was no stronger than I here, the ysalmiri left him with no more powers than I. To pull anything, anyone of them to do so, would be foolish and I might have to kill them, because if one turned retarded, the rest of us three would be sure to kill him before the Imperials could think of anything suspiscous. I was here for peace... that would result in war. :lol

Malice's moves today... he had not stood by his order like before. I found it funny. But I would be sure to make it known to the Grand Admiral, I was no Sith, and neither were MY generals.

I picked up the stride next to the Admiral, giving a nod to the Commodore before turning my attention back to the Admiral.::

We have many things to talk about Grand Admiral. Some not requiring effort and than some that might just seem impossible.

[Telan Desaria]

The Grand Admiral took full measure of the sorcerer on his flank. In twenty years of military service, he was in a predicament he had never imagined before the Lord's courier arrived in orbit.


" Go on, Lord Fiend. You have my complete attention."


The Lord and his escorts along with me and my sole companion walked past the shuttle and onto a wide concourse which ringed the center of the stadium. Here, when a game or competition entralled the hearts of the populous, holonews networks would erect cameras and reporting sets. Rising to our left was a seemingly endless wall of seats and boxes tapering off only into the cloud strewn dusk sky. To our right sat their shuttle, and the iron-tight ranks of the Inquisitoriate.

[Fiend]

:: I took on a more laid back posture as walked beside the Admiral, running a metal encased hand through my hair.::

I shall start with the minor things first. We are both in control of widely used products. Weapons and bacta. And I am sure that, myself being who I am and you being who you are, Grand Admiral, we both require these two things to fuel our power while at the same time we are distributing out to the rest of the galaxy, Thyferra being one of the largest producers of Bacta and Blastech Industries being THE galaxy's largest weapon manufacturer... Business seems to be of high interest, wouldn't you say?

More things entail those two products than I speak of now but I would be sure to inform you more of that later if I would be given time later to speak with the Grand Admiral alone.

As to things of impossibilities...

:: I stop, walking over to the railing and staring over into the arena before us. Nothing was really impossible, its just that if there exist possibilities for me, then there will exist immpossibilities for others. Such as living after I kill them or simple things like that, but that wasn't what I was speaking of now.::

[Telan Desaria]

" If you wsih to commence business transactions, I can put you in contact with the Sovereign Minister of Commerce. I am sure we can reach an agreement regarding arms for bacta. Though I admit, production internally is more than sufficient for the needs of the Army and Fleet vis-a-vis small arms and weapons. What I need is artillery, ships, walkers, tanks! I cannot make war with more blasters.

" There are many possibilities, as you say, Master Fiend. I warn you though, I am a soldier and officer. I find business out of line and scheming disdainful. If you are attempting to ensare the Empire for your own maniacal plans, then be warned we are more than ready for war.

" But let us speak of these things. In less than three months' time, I will be unleashing a campaign of destruction on the Rebel's Inner rim frontier, a fact they are well aware of. I have given them this knowledge so they fortify it and I can grind up more and more of their war machine. What can you offer me to aid in the completion of what should be our mutual goal - the ultimate destruction of the New Republic?"

[Malice]

Malice followed along silently. Watching, and listening as the two spoke. Malice could feel the force gone from his body. The comforting feeling of the darkside that had always been with him. The sith master hated when he had to travel with those damned anti force creatures around. Even so, Malice wasn't completly defensless. Should they try and attack him, he could still change into his true form and fight back.

However without the force he felt like doing no such thing. So instead he would lisented to the conversation, and get as much insight in this as he can. Though when the grand admiral asked Fiend what we could offer him and the empire to aide in his assult on the rebels. Stopping in mid strie, Malice spoke out.

*Power*

As they all turned to look at him, Malice continued.

*We can off you the migth and power of the darkside. Likewise, should you require Tanks, ships, even various walkers. We can give that to you*

There he stood silent. Waiting to hear a response. Malice would not keep his mouth shut. He was not some lackey on this mission. He was a partner, an ally. Much like the empire would be should Fiend ever get around to it and should the empire agree.

[Fiend]

:: I laughed.::

But of course...

Grand Admiral, this is the Sith Demon Lord, Malice, representative of the Sith Order and my colleague in what I now believe can be said as our joint efforts.

I am sure Malice can fill you in on what the Sith Order may offer you and I can tell you, Blastech is not just a brand name seen on pistols and rifles. If you were to look closely to most of your fleet's weaponry, of course as you already know most likely, Blastech Industries manufactures most of the ship weaponry the Imperial and several other factions are armed with.

But the Horde, the... shall we say... muscle of Blastech Industries, has gone on to be having other... weapons specifically built for its own uses. Including tanks, artillery, and walkers, as Malice said. We can offer both from us.

And you may stop refraining to me as Sith, Grand Admiral. Malice is a Sith, I am merely Fiend, and two of my generals, Garmollo Apostate and Wraith Frostmourne are also neither Sith. I am neither a business man either. If you could see what I have done to the Vento system, recently redesignated as the Hell system, you would know me for the Warlord I am. I would rather enjoy the moment of stabbing you through the eyes before I stabbed you in the back.

:: I laughed, shrugging my shoulders as I continued to look over the railing.::

All figuratively speaking of course... The Savage Garden, the birthplace of the gods and the force, is on my side Grand Admiral. You might not believe in superstition or religion, both being uncertain factors built on blindless faith, but yet they are still factors that move people, even kill them. And I agree, our ultimate goal should be the destruction of the New Republic. But not just that, destruction is the key word. Destroying the entire sense of the "lightside." Scattering the jedi, destroying the senate, crushing the New Republic, everything that would ensue in the collapse of this throne of self righteous justice that exists. Their false reign has gone on too long. I believe it is time that we returned things back to the way of their natural evolution, such as the coming of the Empire, I say that things be put back as they should be. The turn of the Creator is over, it is my turn, the Destroyer's turn to bring us together. There are far more many of us than them, how can they withstand it? How could they prevail? The Horde's legions are growing at an uncontrollable speed, the TSO has been a shadow that looms over the Corellian stars, and the Imperials have been a force to reckon with since day one. I could go on, my allies are ever growing, hence my coming here.

[Wraith Frostmourne]

Wraith remains behind with Garmallo, ever watchful of the situation at hand. He turned his head, noticing Malice's irritable reply to the conversation going on between Fiend and the admiral. By the way he acted, Malice almost represented that of a child, feeling as if he were left out in some way. Malice would need to learn a few things about the real world. The only way one gains status and power is through obedience, not by whining.

[Telan Desaria]

By now, the mobile meeting of what could be considering the most sinister senior commanders in the galaxy had come to a stop. Behind them was a pillared structure jutting up from the seats of the common populace. Atop the ivory and marble columns sat a reviewing box reserved for the Empress of Thyferra, and older and stately Lady of nearly a hundred years’ age. She had little political power or want - she wished only to maintain the line - she in fact more of a figurehead. Even so, she was a source of inspiration to the Thyferran natives and awe to those of Carida and Bespin, who themselves were without a monarchy, only an aristocracy.


Ahead, the formation of Inquisitoriate units had done an impressive sequenced turn as to keep their eyes on their Supreme Commander.


“ Gentleman,” Desaria said, separating himself from the small group and placing his arms on an elegant wooden rail. “ I wish to see the Jedi exterminated for what they have done, not what they are. However, if our goal is the same, then our ideological reasoning can be forgotten and left to the historians for ‘sorting out.’ As guardians of chaos, they appall me. As warriors they astound me. As defenders of the Republic, they infuriate me.


“ You offer the Empire power? We are as powerful as we once were, I assure you. Our problem, however, if extending that power beyond standing borders. Any citizen inside need not fear, and that is power. To make those outside shrivel by the very mention of our name, such is true power. This is the power I wish to restore to the Imperial Banner. I will not rest until an Emperor is installed upon the throne once more and our Standard flies from the highest spires of Coruscant. If this is a goal you can help me realize…”


The Grand Admiral drifted into quiet thought for a moment, allowing what words he had spoken sink deep into their Dark minds before he added more to the fray. Each one must be carefully considered and be drenched with the regality and might all around was attempting to convey.


“ I wish I could say to you that thinking over what I intimate as a strategic alliance with you is easy. I shall be honest with you. It is not. But it is not you or your offer that stalls my thought, it is the raw fact that I have to! Five years ago, the Empire need not have asked any power for aide. Feuding independents turned to us for guidance. Now, things are different. I must learn to adapt. Times have changed, and I must learn to change with them. My arrogance is bred, I am afraid, so please excuse me.


“ I am not so brazen as to say that we are unstoppable. Despite my public and even private words that we will prevail, the fact is I have too little. Even with this Fleet, and these resources, what I can do is limited. For all my attacks and campaigns, there is no impact of the outcome of things. This I know. However, I see you may be able to change that.


“ Once I met an Admiral from Corellia who took me to his home. If you as Sith representative” - he looked at Malice - “ can guarantee my engineers and Fleet complete unfettered access to the Corellian shipyard network, we would be in a position to rebuild something of value. If you can aide me in procuring materials, and most importantly men, then the tide can change. We will have a base from which to inspire terror. If what you offer is such an alliance that our aims may run concurrent and together, then I accept. If you propose that my military fights alongside yours to ensure this destruction we seek, then I accept. If you propose to take my trained Inquisitors and hunt down these Jedi, then I accept.


“ If you propose that together we begin to rid the galaxy of this chaotic infestation of pretenders, then I accept.”

[Fiend]

Good, very good.

:: I nodded to Malice. This was going well, very well.::

Men are definitely not a problem. I have ready men everywhere in this galaxy, just ask and they shall be ready to serve.

I objectives are the same, our militaries shall fight side by side until the throne of the New Republic burns, and the false protection of the Jedi will burn with it. The infestation shall be removed.

:: Removed and replaced by a thesis of destruction and terror. I smiled, holding out the twisted metal gauntlet for the Admiral to shake.::

This is just a beginning. My fleet is still under construction, but I am sure we can collaborate as soon as possible. I have been setting up for sometime. I would think that more time is required now to our size. But in the end, it will seem like no time at all.

[Telan Desaria]

Desaria nodded as he turned back to face the assembled Sith, quasi Sith, and darkside Lords. He waited for the representative of the true Sith, their Corellian order, to respond, for he held the key to victory. Only through his actions could any victory be achieved.

Our attack on Fondor is too far away to make a difference...

[Malice]

After staying silent for a while, lost deep in thought, Malice looked up at Desaria.

*After this meeting is over, come to Corellia. There you shall meet up with me once more, as well as the rest of the council. We shall decide upon how much ships you wish to produce, and how long you would like to use our shipyards. Do you agree*

Malice awaited a response.

[Malice]

After staying silent for a while, lost deep in thought, Malice looked up at Desaria.

*After this meeting is over, come to Corellia. There you shall meet up with me once more, as well as the rest of the council. We shall decide upon how much ships you wish to produce, and how long you would like to use our shipyards. Do you agree*

Malice awaited a response.

[Telan Desaria]

" If I cannot attend in person, though I shall endeavor to, someone shall go in my stead just as able as I."

Desaria shook Lord Fiend's extended gauntlet. " What other business might the Empire transact with you all? What exactly can we do to help?"

[Malice]

*As you know Telan, Thyferra is the head producer of Bacta. As such, many would come to rely on this planet. More or less the empire as well for the production and selling of the substance. If you were to say, stop selling it, or increase the prices greatly. That would stir up chaos and unbalance within the galaxy*

Pausing he walked up to Telan. His dark blue eyes staring into his.

*And if you were to only sell to certain groups and orders, say your allies, this would also cause unrest amongst the rest of the agalxy. This would be a perfect time to manipulate the others into getting them to do what we want them to do in turn for recieving bacta*

Malice spoke these words in a low whisper. So hardly anyone else would be able to hear them.

* I shall discuss the rest of the details when you meet with me back at DSO*

[Telan Desaria]

The Grand Admiral hushed his voice to speak on par with the Sith at his front.

" Lord Malice, the entire Sovereignty enjoys the splendor you see around you because we have sold our goods to all but the Republic. A plan is in place and has been active for some time to...punish them appropriately. Systems and governments which have allied themselves with the Empire receive the standard price. Those which only trade with us, that is to say have no military or diplomatic relations with us, are charged an additional ten percent. Those affiliated with the Republic or Jedi receive none.

" Contravention of this policy is not possible. An Imperial task force, made up of Intelligence as well as Inquisitoriate operatives, has succeeded in eradicating all black market bacta operations.

" I cannot bend the will of the galaxy by refusing medical care to people. That will either have the affect you wish, or may very well stiffen their resolve against us. That is a line I am not prepared to tread, and neither should you. But there are other ways."

[Malice]

Malice listened to the Grand Admirals words. His mind racing through thoughts and ideas. Quietly again he spoke.

*Very well Grand Admiral. I suggest we should finish this talk once you, or a subordinate of yours comes to TSO. But tell me something, wouldn't you agree that seeing such suffering within the galaxy at the sudden stop of bacta production be wonderful. So much pain. So much death. Hatred and anger would fill the very voids of space*

The demon sith master's sadistic mind raced with thoughts and images of such happenings. To see the entire Galaxy in pain over the halting production of one essential within the galaxy. If it were him in control of Thyferra. Malice wouldn't hesitate for a second to do such a thing. He would force the other orders and groups to bow and give undying loyalty to him. But, it would seem as though the Admiral has other plans.

[Telan Desaria]

The Lord Baron knew that the Sith strived on pain, but despite his best efforts at remaining calm, he spat out a derogatory remark.

" I strive to bring order to chaos, Lord Sith. The every fiber of my being is devoted to it; to that and the restoration of our Glorious Empire. There can be no Empire without a populous to rule. Tarkin's doctrine, rule through the fear of force, and not force itself, is more true than your militaristically ignorant mind can fathom. If I were to cut off bacta, an alliance would rise out of this despair and every ship with thrusters would engage at flank speed towards Thyferra. Can you offer the Empire refuge when the entire galaxy congregates demanding blood?"

The Grand Admiral returned, emotion giving way to cold and calculating logic.

" I apologize. I am, after all, mostly human. I will send Admiral Laran with you on your return to Corellia."

Desaria reached to his belt and relayed orders to Command and Control to immediately order the Grand Raider Division's flagship to Thyferra. She would escort the delegation to Corellia.

[Malice]

Malice merely shook his head.

*The sith fear nothing. TSO is confident in it's strength and power. Likewise, with our allies behind us. No alliance within the galaxy could stand against us. Let us hope that you will soon become part of our allies. For when the day comes that we sith emerge within the galaxy again. There will be a great cry of fear from all. Rivers of blood shall cover entire planets. And we, the sith, along with our allies shall stand above all others*

With that said, Malice turned and began walking back towards the ship. He had no more to say. And as such would wait in there. Besides, he did not like the feeling of not having the force in and around his very being.