[i]<font color=blue>The young monk-like ffigures all huddled around the blue-skinned Sith Knight excitedly, peering down at the object he now held so tenderly like a mother would its newborn babe.

He could feel the excitement pouring off of them through the Force, and he felt the kind of pride a father gets in his son when that time comes. Velil tried to hide his own excitement at being able to clutch such an item.

It glew fiercely in his hands, a manifestation of the Force that was held inside him. It was a transluscent green, lighting up his face and bathing it over with light. The symbol, seemingly made entirely of onyx, greatly resembled an ankh, though with the sadistically beautiful twist that only the Sith could manage.

It was so smoothe in his hands, and Velil wanted to never let it go, it was precious to him. He looked back down at the box that he had withdrawn it from and made a faint noise that could be interpreted as a silght laugh. It was an ordinary crate, nothing more, even splintering. It seemed more fit on a Mon Cal squid boat than anything else.

And yet inside he had found the most beautiful object he'd ever seen.

"Master X'Cannoth," one of the apprentices dared to speak, and just this once the Sith decided to let it slide, "tell us of the item, it's beautiful beyond recognition, surely you know something of it's foundation."

Velil smiled, for he, the historian of the Dark Circle, knew all of this artifact. He knew it as well as he knew himself, he had searched for one of these ever since the Circle's reformation, ever since his false allegiance to that petty Dark Lord of the Sith.

He would be late to his meeting with the rest of the Circle, but to inform his students of such an item would be worth it.

He rose from his crouch and looked around and the dozens of pairs of eager eyes staring at him. Like an old man ready to tell a tale to his grand children, he found a spot to sit down and nodded.




Jarek brushed away the last few particles of dust on the desk before slamming the materials down ferociously. His guardian across the room jumped slightly, and he allowed himself a grin of satisfaction.

"What is that Master?" the Massassi asked from across the room, unable to quell the curiousity that had built with his master's excitement.

The sith's eyes lit up, and he began to remove the contents from the crates about him.

"This my friend," he said with a touch of boastfulness in his tone, "is the key to our unification."

The Massassi tilted its head, confused.

"Master?" it spoke.

"Silence!" Jarek cried out suddenly as he began to dump the contents of the crates onto the desk.

Now was a time for work!

[i]<font color=blue>The younger Sith apprentices' eyes lit up with excitement as Velil reiterated the tale in full depth, explaining of how the Sith Master had gone about creating the ankh, had gone about its construction and fueling with the Force.

Each detail was highlighted with particular magnificence, though every now and again he would begin to sink down into lighter tones as he mentioned menial details, such as the disapproval of some Sith, or the assaults by a few Massassi Assassins dispatched by Exar Kun who were determined to prevent the relic from being constructed.

"Master X'Cannoth," one monk said inquisitively, "why would Master Exar Kun want these prevented? Would he not want them for his own use?"

Velil smiled, something strange and unnerving to the apprentices. They had never seen their master smile before.

"No, he had that power himself, these relics...this and the two others, held a power though far beyond his that would wrestle the Massassi from his grip, the Dark Lord was powerless when the Triarvriate had these items," he explained calmly.

The others nodded their agreement.

"How do they work Master?" another piped in.

"They hold a power source of the original Triarvriate," Velil said, "and that power radiated an energy source through the Force that caused the Massassi to tremble in fear, fully knowing the will of the Dark Side to be in it. All Massassi know these relics, and they fear them, they fear more those who wield them."

The apprentices stared in awe once again at the item cradled in Velil's hands.