<font color=purple>Wild Space

...how truly amazing it is...

He thought, watching the endless array of stars that stretched out ahead of his flagship, seemingly forever.

...a caldroun of fiery demons... demons, and their masters who would destroy each other... if only they could...

It occured to him that this one "master" of the star-demons, the one they called... Kamon... had already been attacked by the Jutraalian Empire... a poor imitation of the New Order if ever there was one, and their self-absorbed leader.

...Fearsons...

His thoughts came back to the present, to the stars that filled his vision. The entire wall of the ready room was covered with a holographic "window", making it seem as if there was indeed no wall there at all.

It was, if truth were to be told, quite an experiance. He smiled as he saw what was coming. His days as a Sith had only just begun, but he saw that power already coming...

"Bridge?" He said, speaking suddenly. "Set course for Alpha-Prime. We shall see if Lupercus is in the mood to play. Engage the hyperdrive."

The ships vanished...

"Lupercus?"

The screen buzzed above his bed as Lupercus lay dozing. Beside him lay another woman. He seemed to go through them like a normal person went through oxygen. As he opened his eyes he shuddered, disgusted at being annoyed at such a time.

"Ominii wants to know if you can come out to play?"

Lupercus smiled, his eyes closed again as he stretched out like a cat. The red satin sheets were smooth against his bare skin. He was relaxed, sated and to an extent happy. But the opportunity to play sounded excellent. Especially after the fun they had been having recently. His disciple was much more than the others, despite the fact they were more proficient than he. He treated Lupercus like an equal, something a Master could not tolerate from an apprentice.

Still, Ominii was yet to begin his training, and was yet to learn the 'discipline' that was required to master the Dark Arts.

"Patch him through to me here."

The man nodded and his face disappeared. Suddenly Ominii appeared.

"Greetings Ominii. Meet Dakota Taylte."

He gestured to the sleeping woman beside him.

"So you wanted to play?"

Dakota groaned a bit, a little mad at being woke up. She was still tired from the night before. Who could be disturbing him this early?

Turning over, she placed her hand on Lupercus' bare chest, resting her head on his arm. Dakota then looked up at the screen and gave the man a "non-amused" look.

...she does not seem ammused... how funny...

"A pleasure, I'm sure, Lupercus. She is... remarkable."

...this man goes through women as a man goes through water... but I suppose... that's all right...

He gave a small smile as Lupercus repeated his own question.

"The Hand that Rocks the Cradle, Lupercus. It is time."

... he knew that his Master would not have to ask what time... they had known, both of them, since Garos IV, what was coming...

...The hand that rocks the cradle...

Lupercus grinned crookedly up at the face hanging off his roof. His arms crept up behind his head as he thought. Suddenly he nodded his head slowly, coming to a consensus with himself.

"Indeed my Apprentice. We shall begin immediately. Dakota here is also an apprentice of mine, to an extent. She will be joining us in our, exploits."

Lupercus slide out of bed, looking for his pants.

"Will there be anything else, or shall we begin?"

Lupercus finally found his pants and began to pull them on as he waited for a reply.

A satisfied grin crept across her face as she watched Lupercus climb out of the bed and wander around the room searching for his clothing.

Today was going to prove interesting, it had been awhile since she had had some real fun. And this little game of theirs was sounding better and better.

Dakota stood up and wrapped the crimson silk sheet tightly around her body as she made her way to where she has thrown her satin robe the night before. "So when is the fun gonna start?"

As she crawled towards her robe, Lupercus grinned, force pulling it into his hands.

"Order the ships underway as per my last orders."

With a seductive smile he climbed slowly back into bed, tossing the robe away.

"You won't be needing this for a while..."

He pushed he down onto the bed with another kiss, the sheet tossed to one side.

She laughed softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I was hoping that I wouldn't need it." she muttered in between kisses. Dakota then wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, as if never wanting the moment to end.

"You amaze me Lupercus, you truly do." was all she could mutter, her breath hot on his neck.

He smiled and felt the gentle throb of the engines as his ship got underway. The kisses continued long into the trip, evolving slowly into more and more.

As they finished, sweat stained sheets and exhausted, they fell into a deep sleep. When they woke, they were at their destination.

<font color=purple>Tholatin Space

...the hand that rocks the cradle...

The ships fell out of hyperspace in near-perfect formation, the steady drone of their engines dying away as the swirling blue vortex disappeared.

"Lord Ominii, the fleet is on station." The Shadow Lord gave a simple nod. The crew already knew what to do, would already be carrying out his orders.

The three Conqueror-class Battlecruisers formed into a pyramid formation, giving them all the largest extent that their many guns could possibly have.

The modified Star Destroyers formed up between them; only two warships, travelling under cloak, their scouts launched already.

"Alert me when the Tholatins detect us. Raise the gravity wells, full forward projection."

It was done...