A figure with a tall black mohawk, and dressed in tight black jeans, and a black cargo jacket stepped from the shadows and looked over the warriors, looking for signs of weakness or disloyalty. Turning he walked through the door behind him and made his way to the bridge. The door to the bridge hissed open and Chaos made his way through the slaves and warriors shoving them aside. He walked up and stood next to Sedriss and bowed.

"Dark Lord Sedriss, your warriors are ready."

Sedriss, i want you to mobilize the ships. Get them ready to attack, or to be attacked. I shall send word to the Jutraliaan fleet why we have come.

Angry and simmering in a boiling rage, Sedriss Sadow took tactical command of the Khar Delbian fleet. It seemed that all depended on his strength and Malice's wisdom. His angry eyes gazed at the Massasi aide as he dutifully informed Sedriss that communications was now prepared to broadcast his commands over the fleet frequency.

This is Lord Sedriss, I am now in full command of our entire fleet assets; deviate from my orders and you shall be punished severely. Alll Star Destroyers will now form into attack position, raising shield and preparing for possible combat. No order is to be obeyed, unless given by me. Sedriss out.

Walking defiantly to his command room, the Dark lord of the Sith ordered another transmission, this one private, sent directly to Khar Delba. His heart raged at the thought of going into battle short handed, for the heir to Sadow did not lose. Letting anger drip into his words he made his command heard.

Greetings Adriana Quinn, this is Lord Sedriss. I want you to bring immediate reinforcements. We need additional Star destroyers and manpower. The coordinates are being sent to you now. Remember Quinn, there is no stopping us this time.

Emerging back onto the bridge, Sedriss looked deviously at Overlord Draclau. The tide was now turned and what had began could not be stopped. Sensing Lord Chaos, Sedriss listened to his report.

Excellent Lord Chaos. Remain on the bridge by my side. I will inform you of when the time to attack is at hand. You have done well old friend.



With all his cruelty, the tall lord spit out his dark prophecy to those with him on the bridge.

Death awaits all who oppose us.

It's time...

An unusually happy smile crept across his face as he entered her private chambers. A look of disgust crept across her face, hidden by the dark recesses of her cloak. She stood in silence, the potent message of the Dark Lord still lingering within her mind.

She had time for one more kill....

The human jaunted happily into the vaulted room, pleased to see the Dark Sorceress standing before him with her hands neatly folded before her. Her cold eyes glaired from beneath her dark robes shimmering with an untold story of struggle, and heart-ache. The human tried not to be troubled by her ominous appearance right now. He was too pleased with his prosperity... too pleased with the fact that he had almost succeeded in his dark project for the Sith Nation.

He stood on the polished stone floor and made a cursory bow of obeisance as he trembled with excitement. "My lady..." he started, "I trust you have received word by now that our project has become more powerful that we could have possibly imagined."

"I have received word." she started as she took a step down the cold marble steps. She gestured with one long, slender finger. The human looked up at the loud clattering sound above him from the heights of the vaulted ceiling above. He was too late... he ducked, but the thick mandalorian iron cage fell squarely down over him, seating itself on the floor as if Adriana were directing it with invisible powers. Made from the finest mesh, the grid barely allowed his smallest finger to slip through.

"Excuse me, Sorceress..." he started, a slight tremble of fear in his voice. She sighed as a soothing relaxing breath escaped her lips. She loved the sensation of the Dark Side serging through her veins, pulsating with power inside of her as it fed from his fear... from his hate. "Is there something further that you wish to discuss with me? Another project, perhaps? Anything at all?!" He swollowed hard as the icy breath of death crept across his neck.

"Yes, my servant..." she said with a soft, seductive smile as she continued down the thick marble stairs. "You may die for me..."

"Uh..." He couldn't think of anything else to say. "I was hoping for something else, actually." he studdered stupidly. She smirked. "I just received word that the project was destroyed in an operation conducted by the New Republic's special forces. A band of insignificant rebels penitrated your defenses with outdated machinery, and blasters.... and somehow managed to obliterate an the entire project!"

The human pursed his lips, and swollowed hard, still speechless as her dark eyes glaired at him. Finally, he found the words... "I knew I must have forgotten something, your grace. I'll have to fix that in the next design."

"Yes, you will," she said with a soft chuckle. "But first, you will give me the pleasure of watching you die." She leaned forward, and kissed his forehead as he leaned against the metal grids and smiled as her eyes turned a pure white. He jumped back in fear, pulling himself against the back walls of the cage. He blinked his watery blue eyes as she vanished, and reached out to touch the fine, tough wires of his cage. He looked around, the nervousness raged like a whirlwind around him, and finally, he spotted her. She sat casually against a cold marble throne at the top of the stairs.

She sat completely still as a tiny slit opened in the floor beneath his feet. He heard soft clicking sounds, and the scrambling of sharp claws against the cold marble floor. He stepped aside as something small poked through the tiny crack in the floor. The eight-legged hard insects was a deep blue as it climbed into the chamber, pausing to probe the air briefly with a waving antennae. Within moments, at least ten more swarmed through the tiny hole as he swatted at them. They fluttered there wings from the small shell cases that cloaked them, and took flight, buzzing around the enclosed space.

"Oww!" he shouted as one of the dark blue beetles detected his movements, and swooped toward him. The beetle sunk it's sharp mandibles with serrated razor sharp edges into the thick flesh of his palm. He flailed his hand until the beetle lost it's hold, desperatly struggling against the hordes that had started to tear at his clothes. The human watched in horror as dozens more rushed forth from the hole in the floor, the smell of fresh blood drawing them closer and closer.

"Those are Piranha beetles," Adriana exclaimed as she lounged in the comforts of the throne, "Native to Yavin Four. Aren't they precious?"

By now, the desperate and muffled screams of the human beggef dor mercy as beetles tore through his flesh, into his skin, and then deep into his stomach. Blood flowed around him, leeking from deep holes pierced through his skin as he continued to scream desperatly, throwing his body against the harsh metallic coils of the cage in a desperate, yet feutal attempt to free himself. She laughed as her eyes remained a pale white.

With a flash of crisp blue-white lightning, the man's charred remains fell to the floor.

Defender-Class Star Destroyer Death's Glory

"Have the troops been loaded?" she asked coldly as she briskly walked through the airlocked doors onto the command bridge. Instantly, a great gasp of excitement, and wonder escaped the crew's lips. She was here... The Dark Sorceress herself, Leader of the Council of Darkness. But when? Certainly they would have known if she was aboard the ship. Everyone would have known!

As she clamped her hands together, she took a seat in the smooth command chair, leaning back with a relaxing sigh as she kicked her freshly groomed legs over the chair's arm. Her tight formfitting outfit had captured the attention of a few bold enough to remain looking at her. The commander at her side swollowed hard, and handed a small datapad to her. "The Sith Fleet has already prepared to engage our enemies above Despayre. The Dark Lord of the Sith has ordered our immediate arrival in a battle-ready formation."

"I know." she replied casually.

"But... how could you know?" the commander asked in a questioning tone, still slightly nervous. She made eye contact as a filmy white color closed in around her eyes. "Must you talk so much?" she snapped.

"Helm, enter hyperspace bearing three five seven zero."

<hr><hr> Defender-Class Star Destroyer - Death's Glory
Victory-Class Star Destroyer - Domination
Lononar-Class Strike Cruiser - Warrior Spirit
Lononar-Class Strike Cruiser - Lordship
Lononar-Class Strike Cruiser - Daek Demise

"Yes Lord"

An evil grin spread across Chaos's face as Sedriss spoke of the enemy. Hate was all he knew, he stood motionless, awaiting for the events to unfold

OOC: Everyone please disregard any mention we may have made of Velil Xcannoth. As he is no longer with us and our group.

IC: Malice looked at the dark lord beside him. Staring then at Max, Malice turned his black gaze towards a communications crewmen.

*You, send a coded message to the imperial capital ship*

"Yes my lord"

*I want it you to tell them that we are here to help them. Our message to the Jutraliaans is was only a diversion to get them to let us on their planet. After we have gained access, we will deploy our Massassi warriors to ravage their lands. Tell them we have more ships on the way to assist them in crushing the Jutraliaans here in space*

"Right away my lord"

The crewman began working quickly to send the heavily encrypted message. Meanwhile, Malice once more stretched out with the force. He again gained contact with Chikami's mind.

(Chikami, my former deciple. I shall soon be on planet. Once there, i request for you to gather up your fellow brethren of TNSO and i want you all to meet me. We shall have much to speak about. As we are not here to attack you or the imperial army. That was merely a distraction to gain the Jutraliaans trust. We are instead here to crush them alongside our fellow sith. I shall fill you in more once we have met)

With that Malice ended his message. Turning to his fellow sith in the comman chamber, Malice grinned behind his white mask.

*All is now revealed. The Dark Circle shall make a mark in this galaxy like no other. These Jutraliaan shall know what it is like to fear the darkside*

All the sith had to do now was wait. Wait till the Jutraliaans answered them back and give them access to their planet. The demon sith master could not wait till it was time for him to shed blood.

OOC:*Actually, I have a post that will end his IC use, which Malice was not aware of. So this will be considered the post before Malice's. I hope this will clean up the mess and if you are wondering, I wrote this before he went ballistic.*

A malevolent darkness swirled on the bridge of the star destroyer Ragnos, washing the occupants in a chilling sensation of death. Hovering like wicked birds of prey, Malice Draclau, Adriana Quinn and Lord Chaos watched, ever observant of the dark lords fluctuating mood.

For the past hour his thoughts had drifted into the deepest regions of his black soul, grasping at the strands of hate and rage which now flooded his body. Turning to his allies, they saw the rage, which creased the cultured lines of his cruel and unforgiving face.

He remembered the lessons of his ancestor Naga Sadow, a tyrannical dark lord who had unleashed genocide on his fellow sith. The action had nearly doomed the sith empire, bringing death and the eye of the jedi upon their worlds. Now it seemed as if history was repeating itself, revealing an ill planned mission, which seemed to prelude a desperate attempt to eradicate fellow sith.

I will not make Naga's error; if I can, I will unite the orders, showing them our vision of the future.

Sedriss, as new dark lord, wanted to convert, possibly form alliances but never extinguish fellow darksiders for the sake of personal glory. Turning to Malice Draclau, his helmed visage now bore a sinister and sadistic grin; seemingly revealing a forbidden secret. Scanning the bridge, Sedriss knew that one among them was guilty of heresy, a heinous crime carrying the penalty of death. It had come to Sedriss's attention that certain documents existed, incriminating one of the ranks, condemning them as defilers.

His long black robes slid over the smoothly polished floor, as he slowly made his way towards Velil XCannoth, a member of the shadowy Triumvirate. Narrowing his icy blue eyes, Sedriss pierced the soul of the overlord, alerting him to his arrival.

A word Velil? he spit loudly, bringing the bridge crews heads up.

His cortosis gauntlets flexed, filling the air with their metallic voice, signaling to his fellow sith that the time had now come. Using force enhanced quickness, the Dark lord of the Sith backhanded the overlord in his jaw, sending him crashing into the far wall. The deafening thud of his impact reverberated throughout the bridge.

The low hum of the bridge was filled with the crackling of a grisly blue-black lightning, enveloping the heretic, leaving him writhing on the ground. As he struggled to regain his awareness, the sadistic members of Sedriss's entourage converged on XCannoth.

You were too arrogant Velil, forcing your twisted vison upon us, perverting all the Dark Circle stands for. I judge you as a heretic and a blasphemer of the sith order. You see my foolish friend, our intelligece has unearthed evidence, linking you to heresy. We now know you were planning to sabotage us, gaining power for your own sick purpose. We allowed you to continue, watching you fall into our trap.

Signaling for the Massassi guards to get him on his feet, Sedriss unleashed a hideous laugh, spreading his sick cackle in Velil's mind.

You deserve death but the remaining members of the Triumvirate have ordered you exiled from the Dark Circle. Never set foot on Khar Delba again.

Turning to Malice he smiled.

Place him in an escape pod and rid this order of his lies. As Naga Sadow eliminated the universe of Ludo Kresh, this Dark lord now casts you out. Malice, Max, Adriana......he is all yours.

A smooth, sadistic grin crossed her sandy brown lips as pursed then with excitement. She twisted her slender fingers upward, tapping them against the side of her cheek as her robes began to drift back and fourth as an unnatural wind picked up on the Star Destroyer's command bridge... a wind of death.

She couldn't help but chuckle as the Chiss stammered backward into the escape pod as she extended her arms upward, a single bolt of lightning shooting from each of her ten fingertips. Malice stepped back and watched as she lifted from the smooth metallic grating beneath her, hovering inches above them as she inched her way forward toward the escape pod.

Never did she speak a word as her hands extended forth like fire and rain mixing together in a shadowy dance of death. The bolts of pure force-lightning shot forth toward the cowering Sith as he lay paralized with fear under the torment of the lightning that now draped over him. Dank screams of agony simmered throughout the command bridge as Massassi warriors stood silently, observing the dark forces at work.

With one final blow, she raised her hands once more, allowing one final jolt to shoot through nis inky-blue skin before her eyes returned to there normal brown, and she landed back on the metal grating of the command bridge's floor. With the swift stroke of her hands, as if clensing dirt from them, she smiled, offered a wink to Malice, and walked back to the side of the Dark Lord.

Max stood still watching the scened unfold in front of him as an evil grin spread across his face. He glared at the sith on the floor then raised his hand and began to choke him. Amking the sith feelpain for his actions.

(Delete)

Sedriss looked at the engineer, grasping his throat, crusing his windpipe shut.

Use the tractor beam, bring that pod back on this ship. Velil will not get away that easy. I have decided he will die here.

Through the force, Sedriss called Lord Chaos to the bridge, ready to unleash pain on his eager ally.