He stood in silence, peering out over the planet of Reecee through the transparisteel viewing ports of the Defender-Class Star Destroyer, flanked on either side by an entourage of starfighters. The two spoke as if they were lost souls, or bitter enemies.

Minutes passed as if they were hours, his crimson eyes blazing in the background. Everything was going according to plan... The Rise of the Sovereign Chiss Empire, right on schedule.

"Empress Jade," he finally spoke up, offering his inky blue hand to hers. "Welcome aboard the Spirit of Csilla."

Xilen gestures toward a seat. "If you would be so kind as to sit down for a moment, I will explain why we've come to the isolated system of Reecee..."

As Jade took her seat, Xilen moved toward the opposite end of the table, resting his arms across his torsoe as he sat. "I have much better things to do with my time then to launch petty assaults on worlds like Reecee, Miss Jade. I assume you know that. I've come to negotiate the terms of your..." he paused, a keen grin appearing on his face. "Retirement from the IDTech corporation."

Xilen's crimson gaze shifted to Heir Raktus, the man that had entered Chiss Space months prior, Cryogenicly frozen, and cast into the dark wastelands of space.

Jadey crosses her arms over her chest defensively, her eyes red rimmed with bloody tears, which is the only sign that gives away when she is truly upset emotionally.

"What do u mean, my retirement? I thought this was about IDT's shipyard?"

He folded his hands neatly before him on the smooth metallic table. "Empress Jade, as you can see, the rightful owner of IDTech, Mister Heir Raktus has returned. Your leadership and guidance are no longer needed within the company."

He paused, looking down at a small datapad that rests before him. "Currently, IDTech is in posession of one shipyard, capable of producing warships. In the best interest of the Empire, we will be cofenscating it."

Jadey glares at Xilen angrily.

"Then speak to Raktus of this who situation. Since I am seemingly forced to retire, and since IDTech's CEO has returned, then speak to him of it.

Ive made too uch of a mess of this already. I no longer what to be a bother to anyone."

Xilen smiled, and leaned back in his black leather command chair, his crimson eyes resting on Heir Raktus, the renewed owner of IDTech. Offering an inky blue hand, he speaks.

"Congratulations, Mister Raktus."

Jadey holds her shattered hand in her good right hand and snarls deep within her throat, still angry at herself. She stands up and without a word, slams her shattered left fist into the metallic tabletop, shattering it more than she did with the viewport.

Her hand now bleeding, she plops back down in her chair, holding her shattered hand again.

"Defaki schiste!" she curses loudly in pain.

Her words rang throughout the silence of the large scale command bridge. Xilen's sly grin never escaping his lips. He could make out her words as clearly as a whisper in his ear.

"Miss Jade, I'll thank you for exercising restraint during these diplomatic efforts." he says as he flicks his wrist at a medical officer across from them. "I wouldn't want to have to do something... rash."

Jadey glares at the medical officer.

"I can take care of myself." her words going unheeded, her hand being mended once again.

She turns back towards Xilen with a look that would be Sith if she were still one.

"I am angry at myself for letting this meeting even take place. Forgive my temper, I meant no harm.

Now, I will be quiet unless spoken to."

Tobal blinked at Master Jade’s act. Inflicting pain upon oneself was a sign of frustration, anger, or depression. He surmised that what she had done was a demonstration of anger at herself, and perhaps a slight bit of depression.


What was being said here did not seem to concern him in any way though. Some government was giving way to another government. Such things happened often on his homeworld. The weak melted to the strong, and greedy. It was unfortunate that Master Jade had been leading this weak government. Now the record of this surrender would haunt her forever.


The blue man’s words floated again through his mind. “In the best interest of the Empire, we will be confiscating it." With a small amount of trouble, Tobal suppressed a chuckle. Totally blunt, this blue skinned dictator. He could have used some tact there. A muscle twitched on the left side of Tobal’s mouth, but he suppressed it. Breaking into laughter here in all probability would not help the situation.


"I wouldn't want to have to do something... rash." Rash? What could this blue skinned dictator do? Tobal had sized the man up upon entering, and it was clear he was strong in body, though this strength had obviously not been exercised or tested for a while. Something felt wrong about the man, something didn’t seem to be ...there. Tobal’s force talent for probing people was weak, so he didn’t even try to feel the red eyed stranger out. But, something did not feel right about him. Patience. Soon we will leave, and this Dictator can keep what he has come to take. May he enjoy it.

Jadey shifts her eyes over to her apprentice Tobal and winces noticably as her hand is bandaged up. Opening a link with Tobal, she speaks to him via the Force.

He is strong in the Darkside. Im guessing by his power with it he is a Sith Lord, but I may be slightly of course. Hes not powerful enough to be a Sith Master, but he is as powerful as a Sith Lord.

She sees Tobal give her a curious look, so she continues.

I was once a Sith Disciple of The Sith Empire. I was taught how to sense other powerful Sith closeby. I can sense hes Sith and a powerful one at that, like that of a Lord, or even Master. NEVER underestimate your opponet. He may look strong in body, but he is strong in the Darkside as well, and he will use it if forced to.

His prison is the least he can do to us if forced. So stay quiet until you are spoken to.