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Years ago, Syren decided to leave much behind, including practicing the dark arts. To this day, she doesn't know why she did, just that it seemed to be the right time in her life to try her hand at other things; like a peaceful, uneventful life.

The select few who know Syren, whom know more than just her name and reputation, actually placed bets on just how long this new life would last. She surprised most in the fact that it lasted three and a half years. It wasn't easy, but she did it. Though, she cannot take all the credit. Her annoying personal droid, Six, kept playing the role of Syren's conscious. Finally tired of being a goody-goody, Syren had the ethics circuit removed from Six's motherboard and cashed her in for scrap.

During those three years, though, she decided to keep herself busy by having a few modifications added to her personal craft: a miniature cloaking device and bio-engineered spores; whose usefulness will be revealed later.

To her knowledge, only one other such ship like hers has ever existed in the universe and the owner of that ship has long since passed on. How she came across the plans for this one of a kind craft is another tale for another day.

The Nyte Masque is a custom-built Big Wing. Sporting a total of six laser cannons, three concealed in each wing; a short-range ion cannon hidden in the ships belly; a deflector shield, hyperdrive generator and sensor jammers. The ship itself resembles a large gackle bat. Instead of having the paint as rust-colors, she has had the ship painted black, with gold wing-tips. With a narrow cockpit positioned high and toward the rear of the craft, when the Nyte Masque takes flight, she casts a long shadow; however, the narrow frame makes it very difficult for one to target from the front or the rear.

A few more standard features of her ship include a full-color holoprojector, making it possible to receive messages from across the galaxy. A precise tractor beam which allows her to capture small cargo modules, starship components, and other stellar debris. A few other emergency devices as well as an escape pod - just in case. Originally, she thought she might try her hand at smuggling in order to help ease some of the restlessness. She never did do much with that, but she did decide to keep the ship anyways.

She measures twenty-seven meters in width, (the ship, not Syren) from wingtip to wingtip and reaches a maximum speed of 3.370 G's. The hyperdrive attains 1,200 kph, making her ship fast and easily maneuverable. She loves her ship. Though, she does grow rather annoyed with the ships built in astronavigational droid. The droid is directly hardwired into the Nyte Masque's systems to provide constant assistance and serve as a copilot if the need ever arises.

This droid also controls a small probe droid, which scurries through the ship, inspecting it, any passengers or cargo she may be carrying. This probe droid also has the capability of leaving the craft, though Syren's not tested that just yet. The idea of letting this droid out and on the loose in public unnerves her.

It is said that in order to move forward, one must go back. Consciously, Syren hasn't realized that she does just that - once a year. Years ago, she was left to die broken and alone when pirates raided Corellia. Her family was killed in the chaos, the love of her life was whisked away by some idealistic idea that he could save the galaxy when an even bigger fool implanted the idea into his head.

She'd only seen Rogell once since that fateful day her life was turned upside down. She hasn't seen him since. A good thing too, for if she had seen him more than that, she never would have walked down the desolate and addictive path known as the dark side.

Before wandering the darkness, she had chosen the light. In fact, she trained at the Jedi Academy for years, finally attaining the rank of a Jedi Knight. But that's when she met him. He enlightened her to the sheer power and glory of the darkside.He showed her the truth to the hypocracies of the do-gooders, easing her to stray from the straight path towards the righteous and over-glorified Saviors of the Galaxy.

Each year, on the anniversary of the Corellian Pirate Raid, she finds herself going home. Or, what she once considered home. Authorities never did find out exactly what band of pirates pulled off the successful and destructive raid, but each year, she finds herself snooping around.

Each year that has passed, no new information has ever surfaced. Whomever pulled off the raid did a damn good job. Most can't cover their tracks well enough to conceal their identities for over ten to fifteen years.

Then again, there were other allegations about the raid being connected to the Imperials during the aftermath. How ironic that would be if it were true. Afterall, she was once employed in the Imperial Navy.

Those thoughts are put out of her mind as she finds herself squatting atop of a hill which overlooks where the 'old neighborhood' once stood; plucking on a piece of blade grass.

The sunset is more beautiful that she remembers them being here on Corellia. The way the purples, oranges, blues, pinks and iridescents swirl through the stormy blue sky reminds her of some of the priceless works of art hanging in the Corellian Art Museum.

The night the pirates raided, the skies looked as pretty. Calm, a gentle breeze wafting in the air, delivering the scent of a storm building on the horizon.

Eyes as black as saccloth dance from thunderhead to thunderhead, the thoughts in her mind drifting back to a time long ago. She in her early to mid-teens and deeply in love with Rogell. He was a few years older and promised that one day, they would be wed. Life was good and she had not a care in the world.

"Damn you.", she scoffs as she tosses the blade grass down to the ground and rises. Pacing slowly, she looks from where the neighborhood once stood to the skies, replaying over and over the events which thrust her into her own living hell.

The sounds of children's laughter fills the air, carried on the winds which kicked up as a storm approaches towards the streets down the hill. Syren was sitting under the old maple tree, waiting for Rogell to show up. He called her, told her to meet him at seven o'clock under the shade tree; he had something important to ask her.

Seven o'clock had come and gone. Just as Syren was about to give up and head back home, the clouds opened up and a small fleet of ships came barrelling through. Laser fire rained down on the defenseless citizens below. The children's laughter became shrieks of terror and fright. They tried to run away, most were mowed down by an endless deluge of laserfire from the phantom ships above.

Ion cannons fired shortly thereafter; blowing up buildings left and right as the ships landed wherever they damn well pleased. Syren's gut instincts took over, dictating her actions. She ran down the hill in the opposite direction of her home. At the bottom of this side of the hill was the old dried up canal. It was there that the 'cool kids' use to hang out on saturday nights.

She ducked into the large permacrete tunnel and followed it lower and lower. It was the old access tunnel for the city workers controlling the dam. She stayed there until everything was over. The smell of acrid smoke and death awakened her the next afternoon. The images she saw upon exiting the old tunnel are still fresh in her mind today.

Syren just realizes now that as her mind reminisced, she walked the path she had taken on the day the Pirates raided. She glances to her left, then to her right; seeing a shadowed figure lingering just beyond the entry point of the service tunnel.

Gien and his a small squadron of black dragon surveyors stood at the entrance. Small pods of workers, wearing dark blue uniforms, were on a case of surveying and collecting data from the planet. It had been a covert operation, and had involved no direct confrontations with New Order citizens or officers. Scattered about the entrance were tools and datapads of all sorts.

The black dragon captain was assigned the task of collecting and researching data on every aspect of the New Order planet, eventually winding up to a hopeful diplomatic discussion. Out of the batch of about 15 men or so, settled one figure that stood out most. His skin was of dark green tint, and his face let off the hint of a focused, concentrated leader. Approximately 45 minutes passed by without New Order interference, another hour was all that was expected from the captain.

“Captain,”, a officer came rushing up to Gien, “, our census on the planet’s population will be in by due in 25 minutes. Workers have been dispatched through local cities to gather up what they could on what is imported from other planets and cities, and exported. With your permission, I ask to send a squadron of our men to the starports for a reconnaissance of the multi passenger ships, and its security.”

The captain turned, and glared sternly at the sergeant.

“25 minutes...is way too long. We could have this done in 10 minutes if it went accordingly. You don’t want me to take care of this personally, sergeant. I am set due to leave for diplomatic discussions within this hour. I have no time for this!”

“I understand sir..but of the starport situation?”

“You have my permission. I don’t want any more incompetence out of this team, or its on you.”

“Yes, sir.”

The officer scurried off in search of officers for the star port reconnaissance, out of Gien’s sight.

Just finishing up the occupying of the planet, Liinade III, the captain was in no state to deal with soldiers who were unqualified to handle the matter. Out of the corner of his eye, was a stray figure, not of the task force he was with, but possibly a curious citizen. He looked around for any men without work to do, but found none. The falleen captain decided to take care of this himself. For all he knew, it could be a New Order covert, coming to spy on Black Dragon operations.

As he approached the figure, it was revealed as a human female, not of rank or uniform from either faction. Taking what he should say into consideration, Gien began to take slow moving strides out from about ten feet away from the service tunnel, where she stood.

“...Is there anything I can possibly help you with? This is a government operation, and is a working hazard if you come any closer...”

From the corner of her eye, Syren notices a figure approaching. A rather tall and enigmatic figure, at that. Stiffening a bit, she settles her gloved right hand against the pommel of one of her saber hilts sheathed against her hip, eyeing the approaching figure with much scrutiny. Her button nose crinkles as the image of the man approaching becomes apparent.

Falleen. Terrific. As if the galaxy could handle any more like Xizor., she murmurs under her breath.



“...Is there anything I can possibly help you with? This is a government operation, and is a working hazard if you come any closer...”

Government operation, huh. And what government is it that you represent?, Syren asks of the Falleen militant poised before her.

Knowing well that the Falleen are best known for the pheromones exuded when wanting to lure a female into their clutches, Syren subtlely uses a force technique which helps her fight off the effects of said pheromones. Granted, it's only a matter of time before any female falls prey to it, but for now this helps.

Flashes of thoughts came rushing throughout his brain , in a frenzy of picking a decisive answer. His body exuted no physical traits that he was unsure of himself. But what did he have to hide, if the human he was talking to, was nothing but merely a citizen of Corellia. Finnally, he came straight out with his answer, and spoke boldly, as if he was giving a speech declaring a worldwide treaty with his empire.

"I represent the Black Tion Cluster, but to be more precise, of the Black Dragon Empire. I am Captain Gien Belasarius Schi. We are simply...gathering techinical information from this New Order planet. No harm will be brought here, and no intention of that what so ever."

He stopped himself before he could spill the rest of the operation out, before her. His black clad armor had a embroded BDE symbol located on the upper left of his chest plate, with symbols signifying his rank as captain just below.

Gien could also feel that there was a particular trait about this human, that he distincitvely could tell from her and other inhabitants of this planet. Not minding much of it, he continued on and awaited a reply.

"Is that so?", she doubtfully inquires, arching a darkened brow gently.

"You do realize that you could have retrieved the information you're supposedly seeking from the public databases, right? So what is it that you are really doing here?

Syren makes a slow circle around the Falleen Captain, as if sizing him up for reasons left to be discovered.

"Your words stink as much as you do .. Sir. Why don't you just leave Corellia alone, hm? There's nothing here your hedgimony could possibly want.

Yeah. Right. Like that is going to make the Captain simply pull his crew and leave the planet.

Already, he could sense that she wasnt going to back down from his plans with Corellia. If he couldnt push her away, he could, perhaps, draw her closer to empire. This time, he spoke with more enthusiasm and with more attitude than before.

"....As I said before, we mean no harm to this planet, and are only prospecting it for any valuable information. We are not like scum of this galaxy, and simply using our information here as means of terristic actions against this planet, you call home. Besides, the public databases...cant hold diplomatic meetings between two great forces."

Gien felt this women's curiosity draw closer and closer. The captain would not let this oppertunity go to waste, and utilized this in ways that would beneifet them both.

"Thats right. Our main purpose here is to reach a diplomatic reason. In other words, we are here to help your people, not to bring harm. We are a group whose words mean greatly, and I am giving you my word, that out intentions are good. Would you want to be someone who could bring order, not New Order, but BDE order throughout the galaxy? Corellia is but a hurdle in our quest for supremacy, and unified order. "

"....As I said before, we mean no harm to this planet, and are only prospecting it for any valuable information. We are not like scum of this galaxy, and simply using our information here as means of terristic actions against this planet, you call home. Besides, the public databases...cant hold diplomatic meetings between two great forces."

A smirk marrs Syren's otherwise pretty features. The Falleen makes her uneasy, and thus is probably most notable in the small amounts of fidgeting she does. Drumming her gloved fingers against the pommel of her hilt, pacing from side to side as she never removes her gaze from that of the Captain's.

"Right. Palpatine once said as much to the public as well. We all know the history that stemmed from his reign. You are the scum of the galaxy, Captain ..., his rank is spoken in a tone to denote contempt.

"Let's get one thing straight. Corellians are not my people. I hold no alliances or any allegiances to Corellia. And it's nobody's business as to why it is that I'm even here. Second ... governments never announce that they intend to harm others. Do you sincerely expect me to believe you? Third, save your recruiting propaganda. I was employed with the Empire once; I will never do that again.

Fiesty little creature she is. Whereas the Captain has practically revealed just about everything from his plans with Corellia, Syren continues to guard her privacy viciously.

His attitude then lessened up a bit more, thinking he was coming on too strong. Though, she was right, with the Palpatine remark, but caught her on the comparision between himself and that horrid of a leader.

"...I have no remark on who or why you joined the Empire at one time. Alls I have to say, is you are right; the galaxy is filled with scum, incompitence ones at that. Here, as you see before you", he spoke turning her attention toward the workers at the service tunnel, "is incompitence at its worst. I am unable to take care of all this dirt, for I am being made to work with them. I can not be five places at once, and that is a downside to my job...but why do you care. You dont. Your the type that will storm all over people, despite their attitude. I but wish we had more people like that. What I can offer you is place you can call home, where you will be protected and be trained as the iron will of Liinade III. Let the empire bring out your hidden talents and you will succeed greatly. See how you like it, start anew, in the Black Tion Cluster, for a set amount of time. If you dont like it, you can do as you wish. This is my proposition

Before he could leave her to her decision, a thought crossed her mind that could be the deciding point of her recognition in the Black Dragon Empire.

"If it was the imperial empire you had joined, I couldnt encourage you more than to quit when you did. The black dragon empire is our affiliation, never once under Palpatine rule. Order through fear and hate is not how we deal with things. Palpatine was indeed a reched ruler, and will never be aknoledged in our empire. We represent all that the Imperial Empire did not stand for."
Thats it. He had knew this person held a power that would act like burried treasure to the Black Tion Cluster. He would not let her escape like a fish thrown back into the sea. He continued to persue her with words from his mind, and not his heart.

"I pity you. Incompetance is such a terrible plague from which most of the galaxy suffers from. And yes, I can see clearly that your crew suffers from the same incurable plague."

Syren feins a yawn, patting at her agape mouth with her left gloved hand, a twinkle in her eyes as she looks directly to the Falleen Captain; searching his soul to see if she has overstepped her bounds with her insolence yet.

"Funny thing about this place called 'home'. It's been said that home is where the heart is. I have no heart." With that, she smirks to the Captain and resumes her restless pacing, her gaze never off of his for long. Though, he has forced her into considering his offer. The devil sits on one shoulder, posing all the reasons to dismiss the man for the fool that he is and to be done with it all. The lesser evil sits on her opposing shoulder, pointing out the cons of accepting the foolish man's offer.




"Tell me .. Captain. Why is it that I should even give you and this Empire a moment of my time? I mean, you do realize that there are several bounties on my pretty little head and I am considered to be A.W.O.L from the Imperial Empire. Why should I believe that you and your precious collective of scum could possibly want me?"

It was the oppertunity he was hoping for. A chance for the falleen captain to express how much the empire could draw out the power within this women.

"We want as much as you want from the empire. The empire is means of extracting the power from inside you and utilizing it. From what I can tell, you havnt had the chance to exploit those powers. It would hardly be called a loss for you to take time out of your life for such a oppertunity. If you were to join, we will hold you in the highest regard, and put you in charge of your own military teams, and leave the rest to you. Dont waste your life as a nothing. We both will beneifit in this kind of situation. Join us, and see how you like it for say, a week or two. If you see it to your liking, stay, if not, you may leave at any point....I can tell you are something special. You are scum? I think not. They point you out because you are a threat to them. They are too afraid to deal with you and are unwise to help you discover your true expectations. Dont take this from a falleen captain, but rather a representative of all that you can be. What do you have to loose?"

Gien knew very well, nothing could force her into joining, and it would be only her will to join. The captain stood, patiently waiting, eager to hear her decision or what else she may have had to say.

"If you decide to take this time and see how it is like to be in such a empire, you are free to leave with me at the end of this diplomatic mission."