The Galatic museum located on the planet of Obroa-Skai would soon be showing an special exhibition featuring relics of the Jedi and Sith from battles occuring several thousand years ago. This event was sure to be attended by the top scholars in both studies of the super-natural, those who believe in it, and those that try to disprove it. The local university professors were wary about letting students attend, but as usual the chance to study and gain excellent wisdom won over the fears of the belief of what cannot be easily explained can spawn. Schools would be closed early, and already field trips were being discussed to take place soon. In the meantime, while the buzz about the exhibition was spreading, the last shipment of artifacts had arrived at the museum.

There was one early visitor that was interested in taking a sneak peek at the exhibition on display. The figure was tall and imposing even from a distance, and had an aura of evil about him that even the non-force sensitive could feel on their spines. His face could not be seen for the black cloak that surronded it, but security personnel were keeping a close eye on him. No doubt he was up to no good.

Necros peered out from his cloak, stretching out from the force, seeking that which may gain him knowledge from the artifacts that were being put on display. He recieved a very subtle reply from one of the objects within the museum. He smiled. Soon, it would be within his possession. He took another subtle glance at the security personnel stationed nearby. Best to go in at nightime, he decided. So now he would wait. Very patiently.

Ishara made a special trip to Obroa-Skai once she heard the Galactic museum was having a special exhibit of Jedi and Sith artifacts. She was especially interested in the Sith artifacts as Ishara had taken a facination with the Sith several years ago on Coruscant when she was able to see one in action. Drawing strength from anger itself seemed to fuel the Sith as he hurled his lightsaber at his target and moved like the wind. Ishara witnessed force lightening that day and was moved at how powerful one had to be to posess it.

Ishara thought she might be the first to see the artifacts being put on display but she had noticed a dark figure also taking a great interest in the exhibit as well. This cloaked figure was very intimidating and she could almost sense the negative energy around him.

"Could this be a Sith?" Ishara never imagined she would ever be this close to one again. She couldn't help but stare at the figure and wondered if she was just jumping to conclusions.

She noticed this figure took special interest in one of the objects as a smile came over his face. She wondered what the object meant to him or what power it could posess.

Ishara then realized if he truly was a Sith he would already know she was watching him. Would she seem as a threat to him? Would she seem as being worth something to him?

She looked down thinking of the possibilities and began to daydream. She remembered being a child and playing games pretending that she would be discovered by the Jedi who would teach her the ways of the force. Then, as Ishara grew older, she began to become more enchanted with power and once she saw the Sith on Coruscant, she wanted to be one.

Ishara smiled. "I don't even know if I posess the power of the force anyway. Ridiculous to think a Sith or even a Jedi could care about me. I'm just a Bounty Hunter right? Just dreams."

It was at this time Ishara came back to reality. She looked up realizing she had lost track of the cloaked figure. Her heart began to race. She had wished she could see behind her. Ishara knew he was close but where was he?

The figure standing in the cloak vanished to everyone around them, seeminly without a trace, including the people that had been monitoring him. But this was no sudden magic act or even a miracle, but merely a bit of subtlely with the force. For he had not himself vanished, but had simply made everyone distracted or planted in their minds a quick force thought to the point that he was no longer there, and that no one could see him. The video cameras still recorded his movements, but it would be a while before the guards that were now blissfully sleeping at their stations would be awoken and the recordings checked.

Necros had noticed that he was being watched by someone else, a female that reeked of either smuggler or perhaps bounty hunter. Whether she was curious or had some other motive in mind, he was not sure. But now he had all the knowledge he needed, and added her to a target of opportunity list he had in the back of his mind, engaged only if fired upon by her. The rest of the guards at the museum would be dead by sunrise tomorrow, save for those who were laid off for sleeping away, he thought with a chuckle.

He headed back to his quarters, to rest and meditate, and to prepare for tonight, when he would make his move.

Ishara managed to take a glance behind her....

...nothing.

Ishara exhailed and she began to calm herself down. There was a good chance, in fact, a very good chance she had encountered a true Sith and in no way did she want to provoke him.

Ishara walked around looking at the objects being placed on display. She also noticed the elaborate security measures being put in place around her. To her amazement, they were being put in place right out in the open. There were only a small handful of people, like herself, who were investigating the displays early and nobody there seemed to care about her or them!

Ishara glanced at the guards who were busy setting up their equipment. She was able to notice where wiring was being placed and casually walked down a hallway lined with cases of other objects not related to the special event to follow where the wiring lead. It lead to one room which only one guard could fit into.

"They're guarding these objects with one guard on the monitors? Amateurs!!"

Ishara laughed quietly to herself and pretended to look at one of the displays near the room. As she did the only guard there left the room and went back to the setup area.

"What are the odds of this??? I just can't believe these guys!"

Ishara moved towards the room and looked in. There were eight monitors meaning eight cameras. The recording devices weren't even turned on! There was even a nightshift schedule on the wall which said only three guards, including the one stationed in here, would be on duty this evening.

Ishara thought to herself.

If this Sith wants something here, knowing about this could help him. It could help me get in the favor of the Sith. If the force can help you read minds, he would know I have no love for the damn Jedi.

Ishara reached into her pocket and pulled out a small device. She then placed it beneath the panel station on the underside of the desk. It was a charged unit which could overload powered devices, in this case monitors and recording equipment, for three to four minutes.

She left the room and returned to looking at the displays as the guard returned. Ishara just thought how ridiculous these people were. It seemed they were more focussed on talking about themselves to each other than getting their work done.

Ishara returned to the exhibit area and walked out the building. She stopped and looked around at the groups of people walking by just to check and see if the cloaked figure was among them.

No.

Again Ishara began thinking.

It's not like I would be of any value to a being of such power. It's not like I can posess the power to control the force. But if I could, I could think about what was just setup in there and he would know, right? Is it that simple?

Ishara reached into another pocket and pulled the transmitter that would activate the device she planted. She pulled out one of her throwing knives and etched an engraving on the back of it to indicate the number of cameras and guards.

8C 3G

There were some shrubs nearby that she walked up to. Taking great caution nobody would see her, she tossed the device in the shrubs.

I hope you get whatever it is you're looking for from here.

Ishara walked up the street and came to a place to eat. She sat down and ordered something. As she sat she began to concentrate.

Look in the shrubs, look in the shrubs.

Ishar astill sat staring at the table repeating the same thing in her mind. There was a chance she could get the message to him but only if he was a Sith, and only if she had any power to relay the message to him. she wasn't sure about either.

As darkness falls.....

The evil men come out to play.

The air grew rich and heavy with his anticipation of what this night would bring to him. He had been seeking such treasure for a time now, and had finally found what he was looking for. The holocron on display in the museum, thought to be a ancient artifact, useless to anyone now, was merely awaiting one who was capable of touching the dark side of the force.

All he had to do now, was to "liberate" it. With his black cape billowing around his tall and muscular form, the Sith Knight strode down the main boulevard, completley oblivious to the sounds of late night traffic and passerbys who looked at him like he was either crazy or was a choice morsel for stealing from.

As he approached his target, he exuded from himself the aura of the dark side of the force, casting the streets a few degrees cooler than their normal temperature state, and causing everyone in the immediate area to shiver for some reason or another. He opened his senses fully now, and chose to ignore the information left for him by the woman that he had seen earlier.

While it felt good to have such willing allies waiting about, he did not need her help at the present time. More than likely, she had been lulled in by the false layer of security, and had been monitored and recorded by the real layer that he had sensed earlier. He did want any connection between her and him to sound off the alarm prematurely.

But still....

Extending his awarness, he found her nearby, watching him with interest. Establishing a mental link, he warned her to stay away from him this night, for her own safety. Then, he sent a single thought to her, as a parting gift should her loyalty to him be true. Xa Fel.

Now, it was time.

The steps leading up to the darkened museum were completley deserted, save for an occasional homeless person looking for someplace to set up shop. He ignored these people and headed straight up to where the doors sat locked. He stopped before them, exuding one single breath in anticipation of the fight to come.

Gathering the force in his right hand, he envisioned the glass doors in his mind, and made a simple pulling gesture with his right hand. Suddenly, four of the doors lined across the wall exploded outwards, showering him with glass fragments, as alarms sounded from inside the museum. The moment he started moving, a storm of glass fragments fell from his cloak and clothes.

Stepping through the ruined doorways, he made his way down the main corridor to the teaching section of the museum. His first obstacle presented it's self in the form of a trio of security guards that came rushing out of a rec room. He grimaced as one of the fatter guards was trying to finish a tasty morsel before confronting him. He shook his head at their insolence. They tried to put their full authority upon him. He set them in their proper place.

Breezing past their corpses, he found what he was looking for, the Sith holocron. He pretended to study it for a few moments, before placing it in his robes and leaving the observation room behind. Heading back torwards the entrance, he could see a lot of lights, along with the sound of sirens and voices coming over comlinks, and he knew that the calvary had arrived.

Good. This was starting to get a little boring anyways...

He was not dissapointed when he walked through the shattered entreway and out into the cool night air. The clack of a hundred blaster safeties being released sounded across the stairway. Necros looked down to see a hundred infantry soldiers, wearing simple army uniform garb, and four light hovertanks, their weapons leveled simply at him. He smiled.

The commander of the guard ordered him to raise his hands. He completed half of that order, raising his arms, outstretched, to his sides, his hands empty and spread open. The dark side of the force flowed into his hands. The commander again ordered him to raise his hands, or else. Looking directly into the man's eyes with a sense of excitement, he swung his arms and clapped them together, directly in front of him.

The soldiers had no time to react before the force wave smashed into them, flining them backwards, into, over, and behind the tanks into the boulevard, most of them being knocked out, the others stunned. One or two of them snapped their necks or suffered otherwise fatal injuries. The tanks themselves were buffeted, their aim being thrown off when they fired in response. The cannon shells impacted all around the knight, blasting ferrocrete into his face and features but not injuring him.

Smiling, he extended both of his hands, palms outreached and facing upwards. Envisioning two of the light tanks in his mind, he smiled when they began to rise upwards, their crews looking panicked as they lost control of their vehicles. The commander looked confused as the two vehicles rose up in the air without him issueing the orders.

Still smiling, he turned his palms to face downwards. The commander and one or two others managed to leap clear as the vehicles hovering high in the air turned over and crashed upon the two sitting on the ground, all four vehicles detonating in two massive fireballs that flew upwards into the sky.

Having vanquished the army forces, Necros made his leave. He was walking down the stairway when a single blaster shot impacted into his side, throwing him slightly to one side. He looked over in a blaze to see the TNO commander lying there, aiming a blaster pistol at the Sith.

"Damn you to hell. You won't leave this planet alive, you stinking piece of Jedi shit scum." ground out the commander from his pained voice. Necros looked at him like he was an insane man, then lifted his hand. Blue lightning issued forth and electrocuted the stupid man to death. Necros then faded into the shadows of the night as reinforcements arrived on the scene.

Later, after departing the planet on his personal ship, he took time to dress and tend to his wound. Grimacing slightly, not at the pain which he enjoyed, but at his own carelessness. He was lucky to be alive right now, and he would have to take steps to avoid being caught off guard in the future. Perhaps it was time to construct another lightsaber, thought Necros as his ship hurtled into the oblivion of hyperspace.

Korriban, one standard month later

The Sith Infiltrator popped out of hyperspace well within the Korriban planetery system, and headed directly towards the final resting place of many a Sith lord without so much as a second thought as to what laid ahead. Sitting in the pilot's chair, Necros looked out at the dark and forbidding world, letting a smile cross his lips. His wound had all but healed now, and he had collected many of the pieces needed to construct his new lightsaber. All he needed now was to tie up a few loose ends and gather what he needed to complete the ritual for the construction of his lightsaber.

Setting the infiltrator down within the ruins of the valley of the Sith, he stood up from the pilot's chair, and headed down the ramp, exiting out onto the planet's floor below. The soil was black and sully, and there was an faint aura of evil about the wind as it whipped his cloak around him, sending pleasent shivers tingling down his spine. Staring straight ahead, he let his own aura emanat out from him, no longer bothering to conceal it in the presence of such evil and greatness.

It was not long before he was surrounded by a small army of Kath hounds, guardians of the tombs of the Sith. The beasts were snarling, and were ready to pounce at a moment's notice. Necros smiled, then beckoned for them to make their move. The hounds, snarling in rage, all lunged at him at the same time, hoping to overwhelm him before he could do a thing about it. Smiling, Necros held up a hand, palm extended skyward, and called upon the dark energies of the force surrounding this place. They answered, and a force storm of lighting played forth from his fingers, electrocuting the Kath hounds before throwing their lifeless bodies back onto the ground.

A grim look of satisfaction playing upon his features, Necros then called upon the ancient powers of darkness, and plunged into the bodies and souls of the deceased Kath hounds. Using an ancient technique once mastered by the great dark lord Plageuis the wise, he use the dark energy to repair their battered organs and shattered muscles, before feeding their hearts and minds with dark energy. The hounds arose from the dead, snarling, before becoming docile and submitting to their new master. Necros was pleased that his technique had worked. He beckoned the hounds aboard his ship, then boarded himself, bidding the planet farewell, for now.

The Sith Infiltrator lifted off the face of the planet, and left Korriban behind, soon entering hyperspace. Now he had almost all of the pieces that he needed. Headed for Coruscant, he had but one final piece. The lives of ten thousand innocent civilians. His heart thudding, excited at the slaughter to come, he retired to his chambers. He would need to be fully rested for the task that lies ahead...