Ossus- 3 hours after Thrawn's first attack

"Where?" The Captain asked, his face twisting into a mask made of fear and sorrow. "Who...?"

'We're not sure.' The miniature hologram responded, looking Tellien straight in the eye. A mixture of confusion and anguish flooded his face. An entire Rogue Jedi task force, gone in twenty minutes- thousands of young men and women, now free-floating atoms in space. Killed by a phantom enemy. 'But... the ships were Imperial-esque. Dagger shaped, but longer, thinner, sleeker. More carved, I...'

"There is no need to explain or apologize, Captain Shirapen. You could have done nothing." Tellien's voice carried an honest sympathy. The high-ranking Captain and naval apprentice of Gash Jiren was no stranger to losing men in battle. "Nothing. As it is, you are to be commended for saving those you you could."

Shirapen glanced down. 'Yes... but... it was just so... fast. They came like wraiths. Nothing could stop them... everything we put up, they tossed aside... it was like our opponent knew what we would do. Whoever he was.'

"Perhaps he did." The handsome Corellian glanced away, worrisome thoughts in his mind. One protruded above all, as he glanced at the holonet feed on his desk. "The question continues to be asked by Senator Musaile; where is Gash Jiren? After the Asthentian Admiral's mysterious and hasteful recalling of the Rogue Jedi Order military forcess, many Senators are calling to question Jiren's fitness to lead-" Tellien shut off the feed.

'What do you mean?'

"I don't know, yet. Get back to Ossus immediately."

Ossus- Firia Cityscape, 4 Hours after Thrawn's first attack

The duracrete forest of ruined buildings opened into what could be described as a clearing, of sorts. In the center of the building before him, surrounded on all sides by the half-broken walls which once connected to a building, was a temple not unlike those on Yavin 4. Taller and thinner, this one was, made entirely of dull durasteel. At the top of it was a small crystal sealing, made completely of blue, exhuding a saphire light into the dusty air around it.

In Gash's hand, was the Blade of Klain, still bloodless, drawing him onward. He wore only his dark navy blue cloak.

The mystical sword, recovered from the deep chambers of Ziost, was leading him onward, without a doubt. The Blade drank of the Force energies of it's victims, and now, it sought the largest one it could find.

And within Gash's soul, he knew who that was. The ruler of Ziost; the only man who could recover the Blade in his hand. Gash's tanned face masked the fear in his heart, but as he stepped slowly towards the durasteel temple, opening the massive doors with the Force, he knew what lay within. Through the dank halls, he walked, each step taking him further from commanding the empire he'd created.

The narrow corridor was dark, yet seemed to gleam with some kind of mysterious light. And that light became bright crimson as he stepped into the open chamber.

Xireon Jiren.

The Sith standing before Gash was a mirror image of the Jedi Master, in form and face, yet opposite in spirit. Clothed only in a black cloak and hood, Xireon smiled mockingly.

'Father,' He said, stepping off the raised platform on which he stood.

"Son."

Hyperspace- ETA Ossus 5 Hours

Thrawn turned to the captain beside him, the blue faced alien smiling in a fashion which curtled the younger man's blood. Even the human who stood by the Grand Admiral appeared to be Chiss, though he was not; his face and grey uniform were illuminated blue by the swirling clouds of hyperspace just outside the bridge of the Chimera II.

The smile abated, and Thrawn's tone took on something of a philosophical manner.

"You see, Captain Heirel, you know my methods of predicting my enemy's movements, yet you do not know the specifics; only the method itself, not the interpretation."

'Ah... yes, sir.'

"Yes." That dangerous smile returned. "You see, the art of modern Ossus is carefully shaped. Symetrical, orderly, well planned. The Rogue Jedi favour planned assaults, rather than simply leaping into a system and using surperior force."

'I see...'

"No, you do not." Thrawn became stern, glancing up at his new assistant. Like the now-Admiral Gilad Pelleon, this man would one day take command of the Syndic Mitth'raw'nuruodo. "Do not claim so again. We will counter their desire for order and planning not by erratic motion; we will conform to their expectations exactly, striking where he hopes to be struck. We will adopt tactics we can easily dispose of."

'Yes, sir... but then, how, may I ask, does the Black Fang enter into this? It seems we have planned RJO's downfall so effectively... why even bother with the devious plots?'

"An enemy who knows he has no choice but to obey his master is far more likely to do so. Fear."

'Yes, sir.'

<font color=blue>There was no hiding the Sith's race. Similar to his idle, Grand Admiral Thrawn, he too was forced from the Unknown Regions for his resounding aggressiveness. But instead X'cannothve'l'illaeom had sought a different fortune, this one growing powerful in the Dark Side of the Force.

That is why he sought the great Grand Admiral. With his permission, his ship, the Evisceros Dawning would dock aboard the majestic Chimeara II...and he would find the source of his new leader.

This would be profitable.

There was hesitation in her normally confident stride as she approached her Master. Even beneath all his pre-occupation with maters at hand, she could still feel the disappointment he held toward her. Still, she had put it off long enough.

Arai cleared her throat softly as she came to a stop a few feet behind him.

" Excuse me, My Lord, but may I speak with you a moment?"

He only nodded.

The young woman swallowed the lump in her throat and moved to stand beside him. Her dark eyes looked out the viewport and down on the planet of Clak’Dor V.

" I have felt things, My Lord. Dark things that I do not understand."

His eyes turned to slits as his fingers entwined with each other at the small of his back. A heavy sigh escaped his smooth lips.

"Describe these feelings...Arai Heishi. "

His words were spoken with a heavy sigh. His disappointment in her was apparent in his voice, despite the fact that he tried to hide it. He too had felt these Dark "things"...but he wanted to see his apprentice's response to such a matter.

"Rage, My Lord. A heavy, burning rage that fills me with dread. And pain. As though a thousand tiny needles prick at my skin."

He nodded, realizing that she knew what he did.

"We are leaving the Celestial Corrupter. We need to get some answers."

He turned to face her, the first time he had looked at her in days.

" Something is happening."

Julius Jin, Imperial Intelligence agent and loyalist, sat alone in a remote bar on the capital Rogue Jedi Order planet of Ossus. He had been there for over four hours, slowly watching the transparent yellow alcoholic drink he held ripple across its small surface, confined and trapped by the squat glass that surrounded it.

It was a natural confine, the liquid being trapped by the glass - one having to power of control over the other. A natural selection, Julius thought, where things were programmed into a being or object, and that programming defined their destiny.

It was simple physics that defined the destiny of the glass and the drink. One was a solid, the other a liquid. The solid had power over the liquid, the power to contain. The power to bring order to chaos, a chaos that would otherwise be just a damp spot on the floor, of use to no one and completely wasted.

Without the glass to guide it, the drink would be utterly purposeless. With it, it managed to conform to <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> order<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Such is the way of the galaxy.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> Julius tilted the glass on it’s side, looking on as the whisky slopped around to conform to the barriers that had been instated. It moved freely, but fell short when reaching the bounds of its harmless constraint.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> We give their lives meaning, we offer them constraint and protect them from what they do not even want to know. Such is the way of the galaxy...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Julius looked up, throwing a quick glance over the bar. He saw no one out of the ordinary, as he had suspected. Satisfied, his attention once more shifted back to thoughts of what would be, if only his mission would be successful.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> The Empire brings order to chaos; such is the way of things. <!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> Julius repeated the statement to himself over again, perfectly sure of and wholly believing in it’s truth. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Order to chaos, for it is our right. It is what we were programmed for... it is what must be...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

As he contemplated the implications of what he was saying, a dark shadow obscured the dim light shining through to him from one of the bars few lamps. The man responsible was slow to move, and when he did seated himself lightly on the opposite side of the table from Julius.

A smile spread the Imp Intel agent’s face as he watched his associate settle himself in for yet another meeting. Information had been being sent off-world for days now, and the time to bring further order to the galaxy was about to be upon them.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Yes... Ossus shall have order...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Are you going to drink that or are you going to stare it out of existence?" the enigmatic agent rasped out as he sat down.


He pulled out an old data storage unit and threw it on the table.

"One of the best taps in existence and all I get is religious babble. I swear, I hate Jedi groups. They feel they are the center of the billy-blue-blazes-bedamned universe."


"Tell me, Jin. What's so important with this world that I find myself late for a meeting?"

Ossus- Temple of Tyr

Time had passed, but the duel between father and son continued. An ancient struggle, the opposite of that between Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker; the evil son battles his creator. His father. His supposed mentor.

Gash sprinted at his Sith son, his blue lightsaber flinging in with a series of downward slashes, all expertly parried by Xireon. The Sith slashed once at Gash's midsection, the attack flung away by a reverse-parry. The two broke apart.

'I am not the boy you created, Father. We have both changed. I am twice what you are, and more; I am power incarnate. And when I destroy you, I will find true power... my allies are strong, Gash. Stronger than you, stronger than the Rogue Jedi Order, stronger than the New Republic.'

"A villain is outdone in his exposition, Xireon. I had thought I included that in your flash-learning program; apparently, not."

'You did. I have changed; I have nothing to fear from a decrepit old man such as you.'

"You underestimate your father; I thought I'd taught you not to do that, either. What is going on here, Xireon? Why do you pester me, draw me out, in this way?"

'Why do you call the fleet at the drop of a hat? One clawcraft does not an invasion fleet make.'

"Answer my question, boy."

Xireon chuckled. 'The key is right upon you, father. You wear the Blade of Klain on your waist, father... the key to the destruction of Ossus, to your fall! The power at your side, and you do not even know it!'

"Xireon," Gash shook his head. "I had thought I taught you better than this. You are far out of your league; even now, OsSec speeders likely folllow me."

'Wrong, old fool.'

The Sith rushed toward his father. Gash parried a slash by Xireon, rolling away from the strike and coming up in a crouch, his lightsaber in a defensive position. One hand came off the hilt of the blade, his palm facing outward. A grey-white beam of pure energy shot out of it, surrounded by crackling eletricity- the product of the new Rogue Jedi technique, the spark of the Light Side.

The beam lanced out, bending on command and striking Xireon's hand as he moved his saber to intercept the shot. With the sickening smell of burned flesh, the beam shot through the other side of the younger Jiren's lower wrist, spewing dark blood across the ground. He dropped the lightsaber, his wristbones severed and his hand useless.

'No... damn you...'

"Yes, Xireon. You-"

'DAMN YOU!' The temple shook with the force of Xireon's rage, the younger man's skin rippling and mutating grotesquely. In an instant, he went from an Asthentian to a lizard-like, two and a half meter tall, alien. Something Gash had created him to be.

"Your rage will change nothing. My age does not make me weak-"

'IT WILL CHANGE EVERYTHING! YOU OLD FOOL, YOU DO NOT KNOW THE POWER WHICH IS SO CLOSE TO YOU- WITHIN YOUR GRASP! YOU WILL LOSE THIS FIGHT, JIREN- NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU FIGHT, HOW MUCH YOU GIVE, YOU CAN NEVER DEFEAT HIM! AND MY ANGER, MY ANGER WILL BE THE KEY!'

With a crunching sound, the Sith shrank to his normal form, his arm hanging useless at his side. With a single red-eyed glance Gash's way, he threw on his hood, and scarpered away.

Gash let him leave.

Another in a series of mistakes.

Ossus- Triahel Detention Center

The iron doors slammed shut with a grating clammer, a legion of loyal soldiers throwing themselves against the bars. The metallic rattling sound continued for minutes on end, the din accompanied by angered shouts and curses. Outside of the bars, one Cheif Officer Drayil stood, blaster in hand, firing stun bolts between the bars.

Further back in the duracrete cell, a secret prison burried a hundred meters underneath the Ossan Parliament, one man did not join in the pointless resistance of his capture.

N'iktal Jiren was a member of the Asthentian Royal Family, a Royal Guard of Asthentia, and a loyal member of the Rogue Jedi Order Armed Forces. As were those clattering uselessly against the bars of their cell, and those performing similarly useless hollering in the three-hundred nearby cells.

They were all Gash Jiren's soldiers.

They were all under arrest by a single man's army of corrupt OsSec officers; the coward, Drayil. Over the commotion, N'iktal heard the words uttered by Cheif Officer Drayil, and the tall man who swept into view of those hundred soldiers in the large cell.

'Is this really necessary? It seems so... inhumane...' Drayil said, firing another stun bolt into the cell to subdue the rioting soldiers.

'You will do as you are told, if you wish to have a future beyond the end of Syndic Mitth'raw'nuruodo's assault, Drayil.'

The obviously-browbeaten man glanced up at his muscled companion, N'iktal's eyes following the direction of his gaze. The realization that the man was the infamous smuggler and killer of Nar Shadda, Xex Tirion, came as a surprise- though, perhaps not. It explained a few things to the young Jiren...

'Yes, of course.' Drayil said, and continued to subdue the soldiers by way of force, as did his OsSec companions defending the other three hundred cells.

It was chaos.

Ossus- Ossan Parliament

"Order! Order!" Shouted Speaker of the House Firel Nekkelon, a diminuitive Sullustan politician. One of the few politicians whom Gash Jiren trusted, hence his rise to the Speaker position. With a deft movement of his small hands, he cut off the voice amplification devices of all the Rogue Jedi Order Senators, the raging noise in the stadium-sized and shaped Senate room shrinking substantially.

The cries of the Wookiee senators across the bare bottom of the Senate chamber were still audible from the great distance, but they were one of the few who could still be heard without voice amplification. The Sullustan easily spoke over the relative quiet, his microphone still on.

"In the name of the Force, we will have order in this Parliament chamber, or none of you will have your say! Quiet!" His words prompted a slow-to-come, tense silence, the Wookiees being the last to quiet.

"Now, I realize that you are all eager to present the opinions of the planetary sectors you represent, but please do so in the order I intend! Senator Musaile of Aargau, speak your mind."

A tall, slender human senator from the Corporate Sector world stood, an overbearing air present even so far across the Parliament Chamber. Firel despised him, speaking personally.

'I understand that all of you who gather here this midday are grateful to Admiral Gash Jiren for his kind sacrifices to create our glorious Order. But I ask you to consider what I speak, for it is naught but the truth.' He paused, glancing around. 'Gash Jiren is a brilliant man. He has created this Order from less than sand on a beach; we owe him all our freedom. But he is no longer fit to serve the Rogue Jedi Order he created.

'The weight of the Force is a burdensome one, especially for a man who has done so much, come so far, and saved so many. It is clearly, now, tearing his very mind apart; what other explanation could there be? This order is simply too much responsibility for him, following the Corporate Sector War and his rebuilding of so many worlds.

'He recalled the Rogue Jedi Order fleet here, to Ossus, on a hunch. Nothing more. He believed that the Force was warning him of a threat- but even the greatest of Jedi Masters know that the Force is a fickle and vaguely understood thing! How can he base a decision affecting the lives of trillions on something he does not even understand!? And where is he now? A single murder in these offices drives him to the brink of madness! Where has he gone? Abandoned us?'

The blaring of the Wookiee senators stopped Quashan Musaile's speach, the furred being's anger voiced for the several who felt it. The Sullustan responded, "Is this going anywhere, Senator Musaile, or have you simply come to insult the man who has created this very empire?" A small chorus of agreement followed. Too small... far to small... Thought Nekkelon.

'Indeed, it does, esteemed speaker. I propose that we releave Gash Jiren of his command over this order and it's forces immediately, here, in this room.'

"That is-" Began a visibly worried Firel Nekkelon.

'That is perectly legal! Jiren gave us the power to dethrone him, and I propose we use it before he destroys us all!' Shouted back Musaile, with a passion Firel deemed as false. An echoing blare of responses, negative and positive, streamed through the room's audio system, cutting off all further negotiation. As this occured, a messanger Cobra Battledroid rushed from the entrance to the Speaker's balcony, approaching the Sullustan and speaking into his ear. As senators gradually noticed this, the erruption of shouting quieted, allowing Speaker Firel Nekkelon to quietly speak.

"Well, then, Senator Musaile," Began Firel, slowly and somberly glancing around the chamber. "I suggest we conduct this vote immediately.

"Because that threat you called a falsity has been confirmed. Capital ships have entered the Ossus system's fringes.

"Hostile capital ships."

The responce was only silence, followed immediately by a hasted vote.

The measure passed, the conspicuous absence of the Asthentian Admiral enough to sway the Parliament's will. High Admiral Gash Jiren had his creation stripped away from him in a matter of minutes, as the Mitth'raw'nuruodo forces bore down on the world of Ossus.

*Sterik stood silently at the doors of Mr. Musaile's private quarters, waiting for the man to relieve him of his duties of the night. "Another few minutes", he thought to himself grimly "Another few minutes and he will be in bed and I will be free for a few hours". Sterik had been assigned to Musaile as a personal bodyguard some time ago now, and had acted in that role for the last month or so.*

*After a few minutes the Hapen, Musaile, opened the door and relieved Sterik for the night, saying that he was going to retire. Sterik, always one to follow protocol checked Musailes rooms for the signs of an intruder or any type of spys equipment before retiring to his own room.*

*Once inside his sparsly furnished room Sterik stripped out of his cloak and jacket, hanging them from a shelf on the far wall. He moved to the computer terminal and flicked a few switches. He then opened a secure channel*

"Telstar this is Shadow-Guard...authentication code Alpha-zero-two-two-gamma, please respond"

A few seconds of waiting and a reply was recieved.*

"This is Te..tar, comm...cat..ns un..lear. P..ease con..nue."

"I am having trouble recieving you Telstar." I hope this gets through he thought. "Telstar...It seems as though Musaile is plotting something. I couldn't make much out of the conversation he had, or see who he was speaking with, but there was definately something about betraying Hapes and a plot, but I couldn't hear more than that."

"Okay ..adow-Gua..d. Continue ..ith assign..nt. Try a.. get .ore info...ation."

"Will do Telstar. I will continue with the investigation. Shadow-Guard out". Sterik shut down the comm and cleared all the files, deleting any evidenve. As a member of the Central Hapen Intelligence he knew well how to cover his tracks.

((OOC: Gash...Sterik is a real character and cannot be killed in the invasion))

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Things had gone rapidly from bad to worse. Corran had left his master not feelin reasured. When he got back to his x-wing there was a message there left to him by Chadd Fearsons. As he read the message a cold feeling began to form in his gut. Chadd had left the jedi. Corran wasn't sure how many jedi chadd had taken with him but it was probably a fairly large number. Chadd was very well liked by many of the younger jedi apprentices not including himself who viewed chadd as a hero. Probably because of his position in galactic affairs. Not knowing what to do Corran found himself at a loss. Finally he decided to take a walk around. the city. He left the city and began to wander around passing the government buildings, the RogueNet station and many residential complexes. Finally he returned to the military barracks and got himself a room. Corran decided to go in meditation to try to gain insight on what to do.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
A while later.....
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Corran had been deep in meditation when his astromech droid suddenly yelled out. Immeaditly he began to oull himself back to concioness. When he got there he saw th nearest holo-pad illuminater. On it he asaw the Ossus parliment. They were in the process of taking the control of the military away from Gash. One thought immeaditly came to the top of his mind.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> I'm next<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> the government were sure to arrest all the supporters of Gash's in the military and Corran doubted very much that the government would overlook him. Immeaditly Corran grabed a un-assuming dark cloak his blaster, his lightsaber, a bit of the local hard currency and a identy card. He didn't want to use his card because it would make it obvious who he was but if he really needed it then he would use it.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"What are you so afraid of, Captain Heirel?" Thrawn asked, glancing up at the man beside him, white knuckling on the Grand Admiral's command chair.

'I am certainly not frightened.'

"You look it. That grip could strangle a gungan; perhaps I should assign you to a ground squad."

Heirel glanced at Thrawn, clearly not amused. 'No, thank you, sir.'

"As I thought. A calm mind is a sound mind, and the commander with the most sound mind wins."

'You are right, of course, as always, sir.'

"Speak your mind, Captain. I did not promote you to hear the reflection of my own voice in a different tone."

'I cannot help but think that we are fighting Jedi, Admiral. They are so... layered, in their tactics. Every inch that we push them back, they pull out another sorcerous trick, until we finally are defeated.'

"It will be different, this time. Now, there will be no sorcery, no plots but those on my part, no last minute heroics, no chance for a fair fight, and no forewarning. We will take away their weapon, and then slay them with it. Their own armies are captured, their security forces turned against them, and their esteemed commander stripped of his power. This will be the most effortless of our conquests."

'You are too sure of yourself, Ad-' Heirel seemed to catch himself as he spoke 'Admiral', his own words reminding him of who it was he spoke to.

"That was impudent."

'Yes, sir. I apologize; I spoke out of turn.'

"But you spoke candidly, and for that, you are spared. You spoke the one weakness of a plan this airtight; that we are so sure, so confident, and so well planned, that the wild ferocity and determination of our enemies stands a chance of defeating us."

'And self analysis might cure this?'

"As much as self analysis cured the Imperial craft of suceptability to trench runs."

'Yes, sir.'

The two remained silent as the massive Star Destroyer craft of Syndic Mitth'raw'nuruodo bore down on the twin stars at the core of the Ossus system. The Jedi Capitol orbitted the two stars in a figure-eight pattern, a trajectory which was normally unstable for a planet. Ossus was, in many ways, an odd world.

In the distance, the craft of the Rogue Jedi Order formed a defensive pattern, apparently digging in for an extended defense; just as Thrawn had anticipated, they would not abandon their world. The many Star Destroyers and various other vessels arrayed themselves around the core of the Rogue Order Naval Fleet; the Super Star Destroyer, Tachyon.

One more obstacle to conquer.

On the other side of that burgeoning conflict, stood Captain Tellien, on the bridge of the Tachyon, unknowingly under the gaze of the greatest Admiral in the history of the galaxy.

Sitting in a small command chair designed for Gash's slightly more diminuitive form, Tellien glanced down at the command trenches below him, as if awaiting something. In truth, he was; awaiting the inevitable commlink contact from Gash Jiren. The Asthentian Admiral so rarely commanded battles from anywhere but the bridge of the Super Star Destroyer; his absence was inarguably conspicuous.

The call never came.

Instead...

'Captain Tellien?'

"Yes."

'We have a communique from Control... General Synshore.'

"Synshore? What about Ga--Admiral Jiren?"

'Sir...'

The miniature image of Synshore appeared on the armrest of Tellien's command chair, smirking up at him.

'I'm here to promote you to General, Mr. Tellien. Congratulations; you now command the Tachyon Fleet.'

"What?"

'You sound worried, Captain.'

"I am. Why isn't Admiral Jiren commanding this battle? We are defending the capital of the empire he created from forces he predicted the coming of!"

Synshore frowned. 'General, this isn't easy for anyone, but it's for the best; Gash can't command a battle he isn't here for. We've had to-'

"You relieved him of his command."

'Well... yes. He left, he abandoned us. He's off doing who knows what, now... we need someone we can trust.'

"Idiot!"

Tellien shut off the holocomm system with the flick of a switch, his blazing eyes staring out the viewport ahead of him. The triangular ships with a distinctively elegant Chiss flare were right upon them; in their very midst.

"Open fire! All gunners are to fire indescriminantly--disable or kill! Simply fire, and when a target is neutralized, move to another! No prisoners, no captures."

'Yes sir!' The officers on the bridge and in the two command trenches began bustling quietly but efficently, relaying orders and commanding their individual stations.

In front of the Rogue Jedi Order vessel, green turbolaser blasts were being flung forth. In return, the enemy ships shot blue turbolaser bolts, their contained fire splashing against the shields of the conclaved Rogue craft. Skipray Blastboats and fighters leapt ahead of Tellien's massive craft, met quickly by the Clawcraft as they were deployed. Fire shot back and forth, chaos arising within the Rogue fleet as the huge amounts of firepower were loosed without mercy or excess thought.

Large transport craft, carrying thousands of troops, shot towards the line of defenders, covered by turbolaser fire. The blue bolts of singing death sliced into the SoroSuub Liberator cruisers to the left of the Tachyon. Two of the strange Star Destroyers of Thrawn's fleet burned forwards behind them, making half circles to place themselves in front of the transports and loosing a barrage of turbolaser fire into the smaller Liberator cruisers, a number of them errupting. Then the Star Destroyers were passed, followed by the seven or eight transports. The Star Destroyers looped back, covering their trail.

Tellien hung his head in his hands. That was all he could do.

One thing every Yevetha hated more than anything was other races.The Koornacth Cluster was made up of thousands of stars.The Yevathan spawnworld, N'Zoth, was right in the middle of all those stars and the Cluster blocked out all other stars.Therefore the Yevethan species beleived they were the only other race in the galaxy.

Imagine their surrise when they found out they weren't.

It was a sad day.The Yevetha clung to the fact that they were the dominant species.And when they found out that they were not,that there was another more powerful people,they were angry.

Enter Nil Spaar, a man with ambitions.He wanted to make the Yevetha THE dominant race.But he couldn't go to war with the Galaxy,so he chose the much smaller target: The Koornatch Cluster.The New Republic intervened and a bitter war ensued.In the end the Yevethan Fleet was smashed.The Yevetha then withdrew to the inner regions of the Deep Core......


Isolation.It was the base of imprisonment.One thing Yzan hated more than anything was imprisonment.His name: Yzan Spret.He was a civilian Espionage Agent.He had been sent to this troublesome world to gather intel on the new Jedi.The Rogue Jedi Order.A Jedi had led the faction that had destroyed the Yevethan Fleet,so the Duskhan League was very interested in any new order of the Jedi.He had arrived on Ossus and had begun gathering information to report back to his superiors.He had been caught hacking into the Ossus Parliment Information Network.He had been taken to a OsSec prison and had been sentanced to 20 years.Before departing for Ossus,Yzan had been told that if he were to be caught,no one knew him,knew one was going to come for him.


Now he was sitting in his cell, alone and without any friends.

"Hey, freak!"

Yzan looked up to see the fat officer that brought him here.

"Y'qpon Heget'h'n'erg ohesh"-(Go to hell,fat man)

"Whatever.You need to get around to learning basic.It'll do ya a world of good"

"Qunesh"-(Infedel)

"Hehe.Well at least you have spirit.Now I got some new orders.I'm s'posed to let you out.You are now a free man"

"Tzella ghet qunesh"-(Stupid lying infedel)

The officer did not understand the Yevethan language.So he simply unlocked the cell and backed away.Yzan stepped out and glared at him.

"To'noka dooga?"-(My things?)

The officer caught the general gist and pointed behind him.

"Don't worry,it's all here"

Yzan grabbed the small case carrying his blaster,knife,and clothing.He turned from the officer and walked out.

He was free.