OOC: Takes place after the discovery of the prophecy of Xal Kra by TNSO.

Xireon smiled as the shuttle entered the Naboo atmosphere. The Jedi, sitting on their little planet, completely oblivious. Protectors? Hardly. Defenders of the weak? Not at all. The Jedi sat in their ivory tower and pondered philosophy. Organa Solo was a loud mouth who liked to act brash in public, but what had she done recently to 'save the galaxy', as the Jedi were supposed to?

Nothing.

The evil grin playing across Xireon Jiren's lips grew. He could taste the immenent pain of the innocents... no one could sense him. He had closed down within himself, radiating no Force energy and taking no public advantage of the Force. The two Achrions, who he'd brought in their full black armor, Tern and Kla, had done the same.

The Jedi were complacent, atop the high horse of the fleet of their mighty pawn, the New Republic. But how would that fleet help them now? The prophecy of Xal Kra was coming to be. And now... now, the Jedi would pay.

'The shuttle is approaching the ground.'

"An uninhabited region, Kla?"

'Yes.'

"How much traffic is there, today?"

'Enough to mask our approach. We are a simple ship, with no visible hostile intentions, approaching Naboo with the hundreds of others doing the same.'

"Good."

The shuttle touched down, and Xireon stepped out into the humid jungle.

The <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Praetor Fenix<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> touched down only seconds after the shuttle, it's doors opening with a loud swift hiss. The only passenger jumped out into the light, growling inside as the bright sun flared in his eyes. His pupils dilated, the iris' flaring a deep gold as the man glanced from side to side.

"Excellent," he hissed.

Visibly, the tendons in the Sith's forearms and hands throbbing, pulsating with the dark energy that surged it's way through his being. The force oozed from every pore in his body, waves of the melancholic energy rushing out one after another.

Sith Lord Vega Van-Derveld leant his head back and reveled in his own ego, casting a glance over to his comrade with a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest.

Snack followed with his head as the two Archions and Xireon walked by, descending the ramp and exiting the shuttle. They disappeared into the thick forest, careful not to leave any trace behind.

A good five minutes after they had left, Snack finally stood from his seat, and followed their unseen trail. Like the three, the Sith had also covered his Force output and input, making sure no one would be able to sense him out. A double-edged sword as it was however, for he would not be able to sense anyone out either. Of course, had he not cloaked his presence, many of the Jedi here would instantly find him. His home was no longer his home. That would have to change, sometime.

He stepped off the exit ramp, facing the dense jungle. Glancing from side to side, the Lord entered the jungle, heading for the meeting place.

OOC: This thread, Jiren.

IC: It was a relatively quiet day in Theed. The weather was normal, the atmosphere, warm and friendly. Not much activity was occurring within the Jedi Temple, it was a bit of an off day, or at least it felt like one.

Amalia stood in the main hall of the Jedi Temple, welcoming and bidding those who entered the temple, a good morning. The force seemed well with Amalia, at least for the moment.