OOC - This is a closed RPG for Darth Zeta and Myself dont post here if your not either of us.

:: On the barren wastland that is the planet Vjun, their in front of acid rain and a blackend forsest of hell that raged on to eternity. The endless abyss that lead Recon Klain. Here is where the Ziost Empire had its other home. Here is where Recon Klain awaited an old friend. Staring deep into the murky water that was acid, The Sith Master paused for moments that felt an eternity in seconds, he pulled the darkside inside his body and released a powerful surge of darkside era upon the Galaxy, Surly an old friend would get the power surge and know to follow it to where it lead...

Klain knew of an old apprentice who, Now had a very powerful force presense, as Klain shut his eyes he could feel the power of the darkside. All hate, anger, and betrayal followed the entire galaxy. People and their rage fueled by passion and desire. Klain reached down on his right side to embrase his lightsaber, he ignited it as a purple glow eluminated accross the area. The Sith Masters face grew older as he knew many would be awed at the greatness of the Sith, He himself could pull amazing things out of the Darkside...

But in reality the Sith Master wasnt as young as before, his body grew old but his power grew stronger everyday. He dis-ignited the saber, as the Sith Lord thought to wait for the Arrival of this newly molded power to be reckoned. Perhaps even, the Sith Master would be amazed with an awe... ::

Leading into Theed, Naboo...

A red and black skinned tattooed figure stood at the edge of the forest, his eyes closed, arms crossed in front of his chest.

The Zabrak had not been seen for weeks now, possibly months. Not a soul seemed to be aware of his existence anymore, and that was just how the Sith Lord liked it.

Keeping a very low profile had been virtually an effortless task for Zeta. He'd spent much of his time roaming the galaxy, if for nothing more than to keep himself occupied and on the run.

Yet even Zeta could not keep himself dormant from all of those who existed within the galaxy. After all, there would always be someone stronger than him, smarter than him; and this is what made the Zabrak understand his place within the galaxy.

Age did not matter, nor race, nor background....

The key was knowledge and experience, and it came in all forms, all shapes and sizes....

It was this simple understanding that made the Zabrak a wise warrior, among other things.

Such with all life, the Zabrak would never be immune to learning and experiencing more; and it was also with this understanding that the Zabrak believed that he could be more powerful than he already was, for knowledge and experience gave way to power.

Come out of hiding, have we?

A light chuckle escaped the Zabrak's throat as he felt the ancient Sith's presence fall onto him by way of the darkside.

It was a presence not felt in quite some time, but one always heavily embedded into the Sith Lord's mind, even without the presence near.

So it was without question when he was called upon, that Zeta immediately uncrossed his arms, opened his eyes, and set out for the docking bay, intending to seek the ancient Sith out.

Klain would tell him all he needed to know when he got to Vjun...

:: As the Sith Master felt the darkness embrase the galaxy, a sudden shock came upon him. One that almost tickled the fear into most, Zeta. He had arrisn from dust, the Sith Master thought... ::

Could it be, Zeta in this more then complete Sith Lord form? I sense a hesitation in his absense from the galaxy. Perhaps, He needs to know the truth of these new bread of pathetic sith that head to roam the galaxy in embarasment of the name Sith.

:: Lord Klain walked over to an abandoned castle that had dead torchs as he embrased the darkside the castle lit up, shinning its fire light around the horizon. There the Sith Master would await the arival of... Lord Zeta. Once more the Sith Master thought of the power to be reckoned with was Zeta... ::

On route to Vjun...The more distance Zeta crossed, that much stronger Klain's presence reached him.

Most would foolishly underestimate Recon, simply for his age alone. Sometimes appearances played tricks on the mind and eyes, but Zeta, he knew better.

Perhaps to the Zabrak's advantage, he'd met the Sith before, but even then Recon had looked older, and still the apprentice had not judged him then.

Yet the Lord's mind did wander as he traveled through space, his mind pondering on what the older man had been doing with his time.

Recon Klain had been gone for much too long, it was unusual for one who kept in charge of much as Recon had to just go off and disappearing. The Zabrak, after some time after not seeing or not hearing from the man, had figured that he had other matters of greater importance to attend to.

Life worked in mysterious ways, one minute you were there, the next you were gone.

After all, Zeta had gone, into hiding, and here he was, heading off to meet with the ancient Sith once more, strange what ones path in life brought.

Several hours later....

After several minutes on foot upon the planet of Vjun, Zeta eventually came onto an abandoned castle, obviously no longer completely abandoned for Recon waited just inside the castle gates.

Where most would fear and tremble toward the darkness that surrounded Zeta that was Recon, Zeta did not. His experiences with the Sith Master had taught him much, and he knew somewhat of who this man was.

"At last we meet again, Klain," the Zabrak said, the torches casting light onto his form as he stepped into Recon's view.

"The darkness has kept you powerful, old man..."

Most would not dare to call Recon old to his face, but Zeta would. He never believed in hiding the truth, and he never believed in offending his own brethren, but when he felt the need to speak the truth, he did.

"Tell me, what brings me here...."

:: The Sith Master stood up and turned to Lord Zeta. Lord Klains eyes were as white as a jedi's heart. It peirced strait through Zeta, Looking into his past present and future experiance that he would over come... ::

... My brother, it has been to long since I have seen you. I suppose you have wondered what I have done in what seemed like an eternity. I have scorned the galaxy as a embarassing dead waste land. These new Darkside users are weak, only few of the strong survive, one being yourself. No empire worthy of using the darksides name.

I have searched and must say I have failed in finding a perfect Darkside empire. All so weak and pathetic. Now, your probly wondering what brings us to "Vjun"? Well this is where it all started so I figure I would go back to the beginning and meet with a friend...

So tell me what has the darkside givin you as your trials in my departure...

:: Lord Klain stood and awaited the response from Lord Zeta. ::

"Perhaps you are looking in all the wrong places, Klain..."

The Zabrak's gaze did not look upon the white bearded man as he spoke, rather looking past him and onto the castle.

"If you have found me, than surely you can find the others.."

He returned his gaze onto Recon once more, if answers could be found in the Zabrak's eyes his eye's would have spoke volumes.

"Reach out further with your darkness. Reach out and you will find what I already feel..."

There was still much to be felt within the galaxy....

:: The Sith Master closed his stone white eyes, as he embrased the Darkside of the force. As he felt the few, the proud, the loyal Sith in the dark force. Klain's eyes shot open into the wilderness of Lord Zeta... ::

Perhaps, you are correct. I can I only recollect the few dark lords who have a worthy account in my book. One of whom would be Lord Maim, with Gash Jiren betraying the darkside thats the only other I can think of . . .

:: The Sith Master paused for a moment as an idea came upon him... ::

We should seek out Lord Maim and once we get ahold of him, we should confront Gash Jiren. I should have killed him the moment I saw him... I knew I felt the hesitation of the light when he first began. He is weaker now, the lightside weakens his power. He is no opponent to us, I will send my Apprentice to battle him....

Oh I didnt inform you, I have been trainning one person. My son Issac. He will also join us on our mission to seek out Lord Maim and perhaps even Gash Jiren... My son will arrive soon.

The Sith Lord did not question the ancient Sith's motives, if anything he was looking to meet up with Gash Jiren again. He still had a bone or two to pick with the Rogue Jedi Master, besides, the Jedi would expect him.

"Very well... and so it shall be."

If the two were not able to seek out Gash Jired together then the Zabrak would seek him out himself. He would not kill him, no; he would find him and then bring him to the Sith Master alive. He knew that Recon would want him alive, and Zeta was not often greedy.

"If we can not find Jiren together then I will find him for you, and I will bring him to you alive..."

The Zabrak's thoughts drifted from Jiren and onto the Sith Master's son.

"... If your son is anything like you... well then, we'll be likely to have ourselves a victory party old man..."

:: The Sith Master nodded to Lord Zeta's response. Klain knew it would be good to seek him out together and if it failed then to seperate would also be an option. ::

I am looking for the closest location to Gash Jirens presense but I am afraid I cannot sense it. It wouldnt be wise to travel to his lightside planet, considering the amount of Jedi we would be against. I mean Me and you could take out half, But the riskyness of the capturing a comrade is extreamly high.

Perhaps you could check your scanner to the last known where about of Gash Jirens presense. Perhaps we should seek out Xireon and High Priest for this mission...

:: Klain looked on as the Zabrak motioned to speak... ::

Silence preceded the two Sith as the Iridonian took a few moments to seek out both the High Priest and Xireon.

"The High Priest... he is on Ziost..."

A thin look of amusement crossed the Zabrak's lips, more on his mind.

"He too knows of your arrival..."

He paused yet one more time, settling onto more thoughts.

"... He is not the only on; many surround the High Priest. As for Xireon...

"...He too can be found on Ziost..."

Within the Sith Lord's gaze rose a quizzical look, directed to the ancient Sith Master.

"... Surely you know why this is... Why they all gather there...."

Waiting but only a few seconds for the Sith Master to ponder, he then spoke again.

"... We Sith have been dormant long enough... It is now our time. The time of the apocalypse has come and the Sith shall rule once more..."