Darth Snack
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It had been one week since Snack had to take a back seat to the Acolyte Gash, and Sith Lord Recon Klain. Darth Snack had been given the orders to lead that pitiful attack on the Jedi Temple in Otah Gunga, but when he first arrived in Theed, the meeting point of his team, he had found that plans had changed and that Recon was there, leading them into the Theed Palace. When the Sith Lord saw this, he did absolutely nothing to aide with the destruction. He brought the explosives, Gash Zasio and Reco did the exploding.
And that sickened him. Hell, Snack had been terrorizing the galaxy long before Gash, Zasio.. hell, before most of the Sith in the Ziost Empire. Any Sith in any faction. Even good old Recon Klain... Snack had been known well before him for bringing agony. But here the Sith Lord was, taking orders from Reco and the rest of the new blood of Sith. To be back in the day where the Sith were sparce and just beginning to show their pressence to the galaxy. The days before Recon, Ahnk, Gash, Skye Keller... The days of the Naboo Sith Council.
Darth Phantom, Arnhiem, Dace Patton, Darth Poreon... Given a straight out fight between them and these "new" Sith, those of the old would sweep the floor.
But Snack was a Jedi Knight back in those days. It was just after Arnhiem became too crazy and was dissapeared from the galaxy, when Snack came up to take his place.
Oh to back at those times, only with those of the old still here.. we would be one hell of a Force. Holders of the largest fleet ever seen, holders of the only ones who were able to abduct the Queen not once, but twice and almost a third time. Those who were able to infiltrate and get behind enemy lines with the simpilist of ease... those who did not back down from a challenge. Unlike now, where when one challenge came up the Sith just turned and went to do something else (as did with the water barriers around Otah Gunga - where the Ziost Sith just decided to take the easy way out and attack Theed... those cowards). Yeah, the Ziost Empire were all celebrating. All but Snack.
He sat in a local bar in the capitol city on Corellia, sipping his Corillian Ale and thinking of the past. Those days filled his heart with pride, his soul with a sense of accomplishment. Shaking his head as he thought about the events which had just transpired, Snack sighed. What the hell was wrong?
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Gone were the times which a tight knit group of Sith conquered the galaxy. Now, hoardes of "Sith" each having unique ideals tried to conquer the galaxy. Try. Much how the original Sith Empire crumbled, this new Sith Empire would crumble for the same reasons of inner turmoil.
Gone were the days of the true Sith.
The time of the true Sith ended one fateful day when a poser climbed ranks, A Poser who knew not of respect, only power. As much as the darkside is about power, lines must be respected. The true Sith respect each other, revere each other, honor each other.
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From his purgatory stasis, Poreon observed the decline in Sith morals. The never ending decline that would continue until a strong leader presented himself. A leader far powerful than a Dark Lord.
When this leader would come was unbeknownst. Poreon watched the Sithlings toy with powers far exceeding their knowledge. He could only hope this Sith downturn would improve. He could only hope someone could unleash the power to bring himself out of this hell-hole so he could reform a tight knit group of Sith.
Darth Snack
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His eyes focused on the half full glass of Ale in his hands, resting comfortably on the table the Sith was sitting at. The glass of ale dominated his mind... it's taste, it's smell, it's color. All of was almost hypnotic. Either that, or he drank himself drunk with the liquid. In any event, Snack kept staring.
"There will be a day. There will be a day when he shows himself..."
Snack slowly sat back in his booth, keeping his hands on the table holding onto the glass. He looked around the bar, wondering if what he had heard came from anyone worth persuing. No one. Shrugging it off, Snack looked back at his glass.
"Must be my imagination..."
He could barely fit in his comment before the liquid in the glass violently splashed within the glass itself, some of it spilling on the table top.
"What the ...?"
His hands were not shaking, nor did he make any violent movements with his arm.
"You miss the days of the old... just as I do. They'll be back, one day."
Poreon... Snack mouthed to himself. He let out a sigh of hesitent relief as he brought the glass up to his lips and finished off his alcohol. At least it wasn't some spook haunting him. Well, one that he didn't know about.
Poreon had given Snack his life for the greater picture. But now there was no bigger picture. And now, no Poreon either. And that was Snack's sin: to live in regret for killing off one of the best true oldschool Sith which the galaxy had met.
"I thought the Sith of Ziost were gonna be what you speak off...."
He stopped mid sentence. Poreon did not speak to him. He was dead. His spirit traveled with him, though, and plagued Snack's mind. It was Poreon's spiritual thoughts which Snack seemed to be hearing all to often.
"Why...?" He asked loudly, causing a few of the patrons to look over at him. CLosing his eyes, he allowed his upper body to fall forward, landing on the table. What is going on with me?
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Poreon knew what he wanted and how he would attain it. To attain his goal of redemption from purgatory, a Sith of old would find the ancient holocron of reviving and unleash the holocron's power.
"Let not the past events tortue you. Move on, my friend. Fix what was wrong." The distinct voice of Jake Ser Poreon interrupted Snack's thoughts again. Poreon's long time associate and slayer was troubled deeply. Snack need closure.
Snack's closure would come in time, but the closure would be more of an opening.
"Home." Poreon's voice gave an ambiguous clue. Home. It could be home, Xa Fel. It could be home, Still-Murk. It could be home, Devil's Sapphire. It could be home, Halfway to Devil's Sapphire. It could be home, inside the mind.
Darth Snack
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"Home?" That was helpful. Home could mean many places, Xa'Fel, Cayss, Naboo. Snack moaned in agony as he sat back up and leaned against the cushioned back of the booth seat. The sound in pain did not come from this new riddle or path set before him, but of the Corillean Ale. "I think I should just stick to Alderaan Ale. Yichk."
He shook his head free of cobwebs and stood up, placing a few credits on the table top. Now where to begin?
"Anyone know of a Sith Holocron which can be found here?" Snack shouted to everyone in the bar. The place grew silent as everyone gazed at the Sith Lord like he was fool.
He sneered and gave a quick growl as he let the darkside flow through him. He wasn't a fool; those in the bar were. He felt the Dark Enerrgy flow though his right arm, moving in and out, up and down. It gathered at his fingertips when he let loose tendrils of blue energy at the bar counter. The electrical sound of the lightning crackled through the air as it pulverized and blew chunks from the counter and the seats directly in front. The Lord smirked as he cut the flow of energy off. Force Lightning, one of the most dangerous moves one could pull off. He had learned how to use it to his whims while everyone thought he was dead. It was great not being pestered; one could spend the time to perfect one's skills.
Calmly, he walked out of the bar and out into the streets. Home ... Snack heard Poreon's voice again. Could it be Poreon's home? It could be Snack's home. Great, the search just doubled. Where do I He shook his head again and began walking down the streets towards the starport, his black robves flowing behind him with each step. Wherever home was, Snack knew it was not on Corelia.
Vakhar Azkarel
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Urns of rage boiled in Vakhar's fleshy eye as he sat upon a humble, wooden chair with splinters protruding like spines on the worn frame. Ravaging flames of red and orange hung at each corner of the chamber's algae-smothered walls with constant delusions of beasts fluttering upon them, enveloped in an entity of flickering flares. Additional candles stood firm atop the sole table fastened before Vakhar, each dripping white beads of sweat into a pool filling quickly on the brittle wood. Flawed engravings on the rusted walls shown to be the only element of number, conforming the chamber not into a mere abode but a gateway to the past...perhaps also the future.
Silence constantly was demonstrated to be rare on the secluded planet of Ziost, even in the backwater sector of the planet in where Vakhar heard various ramblings surrounding his age-daunted walls.
Tunes of ancient endeavor ricketed Vakhar's psyche as he rested, completely dormant, upon the ragged chair. It was apparent to him that the adorned Klain would rise in failure as he pursued his ignorant escapade to revive the ancient ways...every step he took simply escorted him to the imminent destiny treading between of his eyes.
To insult myself and all Sith will only spell demise.
Images of unpleasant nostalgia, originating a mere day after the occupants of Ziost returned, wavered in his mind like a set of old films projected upon a torn screen. Vakhar's everlasting bond with the dark side had been questioned, and even more, a fatal decision for Klain was implemented with foolish delusions of love...as Vader, himself, had fell.
The epitome of the dark side will rise, as prophesied... that is when my kind will thrive as it did in the golden era…soon it shall…soon.
A violent shatter shrieked and billowed among the confines of the chamber as two severed peices of wood smashed against the cobbled floor with Vakhar's arm prominent in the rush. A mounting roar hissed as geysers of black flame rose and twisted among the wood boards as if bouting for every pocket of wood untouched.
In the center of the intimidating shots of sparks stood Vakhar; shrouded in black robes, void of all color and relentless in his grandeur, he remained with an evil grin slicing his lips apart even as the heretic spirits began to swirl around him with ire imprinted upon their distorted hearts.
Pyrael Tenebrious
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Unknown to all but two of TZE's leaders, Sith Pyrael walked beneath the labyrinth surface of Ziost. The familiar presence of his Master, Sith Lord Reco, and the presence of Reco's good friend, Sith Jiren, were not to findable on the Sith Homeworld.
Anxiety teethed within Pyrael. Reco, nor Gash, had reported back to Ziost since the attack on the Jedi. Pyrael longed to know whether or not his Sith fellowship had been successful. He would have, ofcourse, accompianed the Sith company on their conquest, but it had not been the time to introduce Pyrael to the other Sith, to the galaxy.
Instead, Pyrael had journeyed solo to the ERO capital. Knowledge from Pyrael's "other" danced around his mind. This other was the late Aaron Astrin, the Sith Lord whom had been shaped together with the Supreme Overlord's child, into the ultimate darkside beast. With knowledge from the late Aaron Astrin, Pyrael confronted AAO as Phalanx Allger to get his Coral Skipper a face-lift.
Now, that was complete, and the coral skipper looked like the odd shaped TIEs present on Nirauan. Machinery in modest amounts did not torment Pyrael like his Yuuzhan Vong half-heritage. He had knowledge from the heretic domains and the true warriors. Use what you must to get the job done.
Most of Ziost was devoid of other people. Pyrael searched dimly through the Force for another presence. A being not far from Pyrael's underground location blinked brightly inside Pyrael's contorted mind-set.
Using a Yuuzhan-Vong semi technique, Pyrael dimmed his Force presence, almost blending in with the world. It would be just like the game Pyrael played as a young Sithling with his powerful Master, Reco.
Sneak-up
Darth Snack
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The metallic smell radiating from the cockpit of his Lambda Class shuttle calmed the Sith Lord's wandering mind. Well, calmed it from insanity.
The sight infront of him was that of the three way saber fight between Aaron, Poreon, and himself. Sparks when two plasma blades crached into each other felt hot and all too real on his skin. Each movement made by one of the three combatants was an act played out in slow motion, captured in the restraints of time for all to see. All to whoever had access to that memory.
"I can't live like this... It's not like me to obsess over the past. What's done is done."
Betrayful thoughts twirled around in his imagination, haunted by the slaying of Poreon. His vision blurred out, then came back in again beating down the memory of the fight with a real picture of the docking bay where his Lambda hovered awaiting for clearence.
" Serphent Shadow, you are clear to take off. Please state your destination," the static voice of a human male ordered.
"Home."
Snack pushed forward and pulled down on the throttle, speeding up and away from the planet of Corellia. Naboo would be the first place to search. Yet, withthe planet on high alert with the recent Ziost attack, Snack would be hard pressed and would most likely have to worry about being captured or killed more so than he would about finding whatever it was he was looking for. And even that he was not too sure of.
The shuttle escaped the tight pull of the atmosphere, entering the vastness of space. Letting out a long solitary sigh, he punched in the coordinates for Ziost
Vakhar Azkarel
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Spirits of the dark resonated both visibly and spiritually as ice circulated through Vakhar's veins and kinetic energy spewed from his body. An unholy war clutched his soul as its own, shaded in a veneer of Vakhar's hellish reputation in the bondage with the dark side. His twisted soul, the quintessence of evil, yearned for redemption and atonement with great duplicity...he wished for a holocaust to begin with the only entity dear to Recon - his son.
A formerly great Sith divulging his integrity for love...he deserves to burn in a pit of self despair, for it will be the closest he will ever be to the dark side. Mere death is too great of an honor for such an infidel.
A crimson-gilded shadow reflected upon the frost-bitten earth as Vakhar stood blankly as he observed his quarters grow in an unheavenly light before imploding. Signs of belligerency shown brilliantly upon his shrouded face in the delusion of a hundred infidels, more honorable in his mind than the esteemed Recon, boiled in the enormous fireball - now the only glowing and apparent impetus before him.
"Soon..." he repeated to himself redundantly with a voice pitched enough to shatter the heavens, yet adroit enough to bellow as crisp as a whisper.
A piercing crackle of laughter broke off of Vakhar's lips as the ever-so-resilient shadow of his presence broke from the horrific scene and into a secluded black crevice leading into a twisting tunnel on a hillside. Holding a catacomb affect in nature, it was truly a monolithic dwelling of those admitted into the arms of Recon and his selfish desires - disregarding the wisdom of the ages. An eerie stench plagued the vast corridor system...the stench of death.
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Gash Jiren
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Gash stood, leaning on his fighter, in the cold hanger on Ziost. His cloak drawn close to him, the cold seeped into him, as if it was a liquid. But it wasn't just caused by the icy climate of the ancient planet upon which he and Recon had founded their empire.
It was strange. Normally, the dark side disrupts the force. But on Ziost, where the dark side was so strong, one became used to the constant disruption, as if it was the norm and not the exception.
And it took something very strong to trigger a disruption on Ziost.
I'd recognize that anywhere... even if Vahkar had tried to hide his recent feelings.
Gash sighed. Vahkar was certainly powerful, probably possessed of loyalty to no one, certainly insane. And now, there could be no doubt of his feelings, though his intent was unclear. It had been Gash's business, on his forgotten homeworld where he practiced medicine, to try to understand people... often, victims who were brought in were too distraught to communicat properly. One had to observe their reactions to certain events to understand their state of mind. And the mention, or reference to, one person, had repeatedly triggered this reaction.
Issace Klain.
Vahkar teemed with hate, an ocean of pure anger, yet all of it was directed towards the old Sith Lord who Gash had assissted in founding the Sith Empire of Ziost. On the flight home from Naboo, in that convoy, Vahkar's disgust was palpable. The first confrontation with Issace, Recon's son, had triggered a reaction almost that strong. Now, as the two Sith Lords had had time to converse, it seemed like Vahkar's hate was coupled with digust and revulsion.
I suppose I can understand why. Friendship, affection, love, all are forbidden by the Sith. Especially here. Normal Sith, the everyday Sith not from Ziost, seem to be more and more like Dark Jedi everyday. Here, we strive for ancient Sith values. Recon's affection for his son breaks those traditions.
Gash shook his head as his droid aide and companion, D31, entered the hanger and click-clicked over.
'Gash, there's a-'
"I know about Vahkar's suspicious actions."
The sentient droid seemed to have come to the same deduction as Gash, though by different methods.
'Well then? What is it that we are doing.'
Gash sighed. He wasn't sure what he could do, should do, or would do. Right now...
"...We'll watch him."
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A mushroom cloud of soot dispersed in the cavern with every solid step Vakhar planted upon the rocky cliffs plaguing the area. From a distance he appeared to be a figureless shadow patrolling the midst of the catacombs endlessly with a lost resonance...only Vakhar knew that the resonance of his every breath was very much alive. The shriek of a tortured soul before death and its pitiful gasps for mercy...all holding a deep resonance to him that only he had come to appreciate.
Gigantic edifices in the form of aged pillars held as the catalyst to survival for all whom scurried through its corridors like ants foolishly surviving with a false pretense of determination...only to be treaded upon at their end in a flurry of blood and suffering.
A crimson haze entrenched Vakhar's mutilated figure in an iron curtain of raw kinetic energy - awaiting the moment to vanquish at the divine word of testament...so eagerly embracing demise its own. Vakhar clutched the satisfaction of becoming graced with the pleasure to purge the falsehood of Sith whom defied the dark side and evaded its gracious offerings.
Those whom shrouded the dark side in its millennia of anguish will be the last to cower for mercy at my brittle fist of ire and relentlessness...all they love will precede them so the quintessence of the dark will be acknowledged and atonement will be truly accepted.
Subtly arching his head in distinction to a prophecy-encrusted column standing firm before him, yet an additional crackle of laughter ricocheted among the vast tunnel system shattering loose sandstone plates as it circulated.
Gash Jiren
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Somehow, perhaps, a small part of Vahkar's laughter reached Jiren. Either way, if it could not be heard it could be sensed.
The cyborg's head lifted, glancing around the cavernous hanger until the realization that he had not actually heard Azkarel's cackling laughter came to him. Once again, the man shook his head, in a combination of anger, disgust, confusion, and a mild fear for his companion's lives.
Obviously, the symbolism of the gesture was not completely lost on Gash's droid counterpart.
'Something wrong?'
If the words entered the Sith's mind at all, they certainly did not penetrate his conciousness to intrude on his meditative state.
Vahkar is certainly strange. Whereas I have retained both my intelligence and my (admittedly darkened) personality, Azkarel's has been twisted, destroyed by the darkside. It is almost surely true that he is intelligent, possibly a genius. Perhaps the capabilities of his mind even rival my own. But he is really and truly insane.
The word "insane" was tossed around alot by the Jedi, in reference, often, to the Sith and their acts. It became a propaganda, of a sort, to their Padawans, as they heard their masters refer to the Sith as 'creatures of darkness', 'insane' and 'twisted', caught 'in a web of their own deceit and lies'. The Sith were dehumanized, turned into maniacal and non-sentient beings who's only purpose was destruction and death.
In truth, we are not like that. Many, some of us are, though all but the most experienced and jaded Jedi would fail to admit it, completely sane and logical. Our morals are different, and thus we are thought of as insane.
But Vahkar is insane, truly. For such a circumstance to completely send him off the edge of sanity into a pit of rage and hatred, blind, unthinking and with only one goal... The worst part is, despite my obviously correct appraisal of Vahkar's less-than-stable mental state, I cannot seem to bring myself to call him wrong. And that has left me with this dilema, as to what action I sho-
'I said, is something wrong?!'
The droid's voice finally made it past Gash's veil of thought. Startled, he glanced at the droid.
"Yes. But just what is wrong... and what I am supposed to do about it... is left to be seen."
Amanda Young
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On Ziost..
Amanda sat at the bottom of the steps of the Sith Empire. Her arms were wrapped around her, the air she found to be too far cold for her tastes. Lots had happened the week after The Ziost Empire had attacked Theed. In Amanda's eye's, everything around her seemed to be falling apart. The once strong yet powerful empire she had grown to know so well in her time on Ziost was now crumbling apart, but why? Was it because the differences in minds or had the group just fallen apart? Amanda did not know, but she hoped her Master, Snack, could give her the answers to the questions that lay restlessly in her mind now. That is if he did return, Amanda hadn't seen her Master for what seemed like days now. No training had gone on between the two, no greetings exchanged. It made Amanda wonder if she had displeased her Master in someway, though she had placed the thought at the back of her mind. After all, it had been a rough week for all. Not knowing why she had not done so before, Amanda reached out with the dark side of the force, trying to sense her Master and his presence perhaps near by, she called to him.
Master...
Darth Snack
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Snack's shuttle burst from the confines of hyperspace, shedding gas and dust as it settled in on its treck towards Ziost. The planet hung in fron of his eyes, filling most of the viewscreen. Ugly, cold, unforgiving - the perfect place to find those who study the Sith ways. A place which held the Sith from the Past. The old Sith Empire would have been found here if they survived the great wars which wiped them out.
How history repeats itself.
He peered down as the Lambda shuttle entered the atmosphere of the planet, his mind blank. This would be the beginning of his search. Maybe the end. Who knew what the future would bring. "Always in motion, the darkside is." Hell, everything is always in motion whether it be Light, Dark, Grey, anything.
Master... The solitary voice was weak, almost as if it were the tail end of an echo. The concern and sense of confusion and loss embeded itself on the word. His apprentice, Amanda Young, was waiting... had been waiting for his return.
He sent no feeling of comfort, no words to tell her he was there. Nothing. It would not be Sith-like. Much like these Ziost Sith.
Snack easily set the shuttle on the ground a good mile away from the actual Temple which held most of the Sith's activities. Deja vu. It was exactly like it had been when he first came to Ziost and found Recon and this gang. Then, Snack had been searching for the truth about the true Sith. He found nothing. Now, it was the same, only this time he knew what he was looking foor. Sorta. Something in his mind told him to find a holocron.
Poreon?
Stepping away from his ship with cloak flowing around him, he began to walk towards the temple.
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Is this what your heart desires?
The simple question with a yes or no answer was truely quite ambiguous.
Poreon waited intently for this brooding person to unleash the power, to find the power. How Poreon hated this hell-hole. How he wished to be free, to roam the galaxy freely, to terrorize the galaxy freely.
Go home, where your heart desires. Underneath the surface-- all is not lost
Poreon spoke of an ugly planet: tormented by haze, evil, beast and more. Ziost wasn't home. What was home?
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The presence of Amanda's Master was now on Ziost, she could feel it, sense it as well. She had grown angry now at the sudden realization that her Master had ignored her call. Not to mention that he had the audacity to leave her in waiting without a clue of his return nor his whereabouts, he had striked a nerve within her, she knew he could feel it, and was sure it had indeed brought a slight evil smile to her Master's lips. She waited still for her Master to reach the steps, though very impatiently.
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"Why must you torment me like this!?"
Anger built up inside Snack. He stopped midstride to clutch his head in the palms of his hands, trying to quiet the ever so helpful voive.
"I have no clue if this is what my heart desires... it just feels right." He thought outloud. Shaking his head, the Lord continued on his path towards the Temple.
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Upon reaching the Temple, Snack saw his apprentice, Amanda, standing there. She fumed with anger towards her Master. Good. One who shows Anger openly makes for a great Sith. He began to ascend the steps towards the old door, passing Amanda without nodding to her.
"Master!"
The Sith Lord stopped and turned to look over his shoulder at Amanda.
"Sometimes, it is best to be left alone. It teaches you how do make it alone. For someday, I won't be hear to guide you. Now follow."
His voice dark and powerful, the Lord turned back and entered the Ancient Temple with Young followinjg close behind.
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She listened very carefully to her Master's words, words that she thought were wise. She followed him inside the temple, asking no questions nor speaking out of turn. She had learned to obey her Master and not to question his words or his actions, even if she didn't agree with them. Upon entering the temple, Amanda noticed that the temple was not as active as it usually was. Though it still gave off the same feel of hate and power it was so well known for, though it wasn't as strong of a feeling as it could be. They continued on, Amanda keeping to herself as she followed her Master.
Vakhar Azkarel
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A scarlet gild glossed the primitive Ziost crest carved into the writhed stone that formed the shabby arch, thus lining a simple plank of wood implemented as a door. To Vakhar's back gleamed a crevice null of end, baring jagged and brutal lacing, leading into a pit seeming to have physically entrenched all light within its averse clutches...the most high-spoken echo would have been drowned in a deep void. Yet at that time of despair the faintest sound, besides silence, shown as a redundant trickle of fallen moisture breaking concentration with every chime upon the unbalanced terrace.
Monotone frequencies of breath shortage, that primarily of physical exhibition, broke the flimsy barrier the thin wood retained and soon entered Vakhar's grimaced face. The boy appeared to assume his exercises regularly and quite self-consciously; Vakhar even began to deem the boy as a passionate Sithling if it weren't for his insolent and ignorant predecessor..."quite a pity," he chattered to himself softly.
A gold glaze peered through the imperfectly situated framing, bringing a warmth to Issace's pampered and relatively aristocratic life...the one in Vakhar had only tasted in retro format. Only he, among few others, had endured a hindered existence to an extent most would have knelt to in deceit. "Victim" of the dark side many had portrayed Vakhar as, but he had become saner than most within his personal trend of thought. Only a whole-hearted Sith bared the courage to invest one's sole future in the dark side...corrupt or entirely pure was up to it, and it alone.
A thundering impetus of ire broke Vakhar's analytical state of mind. A near hesitation to his imminent duty in offering to the dark side quickly was smothered from his psyche and was veiled in a shroud of rage; the corruption Klain and his followers had filtered into the dark side amounted and soon he acknowledged that only he held the great virtue required for a great purge as this.
In a second's monstrous assault of breakage, the young Issace stood befuddled - enveloped in a covering of wood shrapnel - while the gloomy figure belonging to Vakhar towered over him with a cringe strung indefinitely upon him.
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As Pyrael neared the unknown Sith presence, another, dimmer presence blinked into exsistence. Who could this new presence be? the tought fluttered around Pyrael's contorted mind. Yet one more being to mutilate with my perversions.
Pyrael's perversions ranged from simple mind games to the most complex form of mutilation-- the Yuuzhan Vong Embrace Singular. The Embrace Singular was similar to the Embrace of Pain, except the many pains were performed by a being, not a creature shaped for the sole purpose. For Pyrael, not a full Yuuzhan Vong, this practice provided the utmost pleasure for his Vong half.
Toying with different Embrace Singular scenarios--ones involving Force additives--Pyrael closed in on the two beings behind a decaying wooden door.
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The crash resounded in Gash's mind. His inner struggle over the possible actions to take became moot, as action took over.
'Gash, GASH! Get back here Jiren-'
"Shut up DeeThree."
He strode from the hanger, mind set on finding Vahkar. The cyborg managed to put off making a decision on the actual action he would take, allowing the rush to get to the pair-
The pair.
Two force presences.
Oh no.
He was too late. Gash stepped his pace up to a run, knowing even as he did so he was too late.
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Home... home... home... this isn't home!
What was then? Snack stopped mid stired halfway down a whinding stairwell which lead into the lower catacombs. Anger and rage was getting the best of him, blinding him from his what he truely seeked and blinding him of his own thoughts. He took a few breaths in and out, using a Jedi Calming techniqued he learned way back when he was a Jedi Knight. He felt the clam enter his body, washing over him like a seabreeze at high tide on a stary night. The perks of having Jedi, Sith and Shadow training showed in his extreme control over certain aspects of the force. Techniques which he used did not determine whether he was a Sith or not.
Just like clockwork, he began to think again in full motion. Home. Home? Ziost was not home. Sith of the old. Their homeplanet use to be Ziost. Or did it? Or is that what he was talking about? Did it matter?
No, it didn't.
Others could now be sensed moving around. Something had changed the current mind set. Snack could have cared less to figure out what it was. He told Recon upon first arrive that his duties would be first and formost on what he was doing, not the Empire. And the Sith Lord kept that statement true to him.
Picking back up on the pace, Snack and Amanda continued down the rock steps. The catacombs were full of history datapackets and files which only authorized Sith of the Ziost Empire could access at any given time. Hopefully, it would give Snack a hint as to what he was really searching for.
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Though no words had been exchanged between the two Sith since they walked into the temple, Amanda could gather that this particular visit wasn't just another visit, but different...Observing what she could from her Master, she sensed a difference in behavior from him. It was as if he were troubled by something or someone. This puzzled her, she wanted to ask about it, but remained quiet so as not to disturb her Master, who seemed to be in deep concentration as of now.
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A hallway at the bottom of the stairs branched out in all directions, either leading towards a dead end, vaults, the prison chambers, or sacred religious rooms. The Lord took the second pathway to his right. It narrowed with each step, only allowing a single file for the two Sith to walk through. Light became obsolete, as there were nor torches around to spark a flame. One had to use the Force to navigate in and around these catacombs. They were all like this.
The rocky walls and ceiling began to close in, and eventually shut around the two Sith. Snack stopped, and reaching out through the Force searched for the door locking mechanism. Finding it buried within the actual rock wall, the Sith manipulated the gears and gadgets with extreme caution, as to not set off any traps which where set. The solid steel rock door swung open with a beep, allowing the two Sith to enter.
An echoing lock sound filled the halls and the room as the door slammed shut after they entered. "Go to one of the terminals and look up 'Sith Holocron'. Once you have found that, narrow the search by inputing these planets: Naboo, Ziost, Xa'Fel," Snack ordered his apprentice. The room which they were in held an ungodly amount of history and information about the entire galaxy. The founding of the Jedi, of the Old and New Republics, the Empire... all could be found if you searched for the exact thing you needed. What was unique about this treasure trove of history, though, was that it contains information about the Sith History, thier culture and their way of life, as well as listing other goodies only for Sith eyes.
Snack walked over to a terminal of his own, and typed up the words "Sith Holocron, Cayss, Still-Murk, Devil's Saphire." Those last two places were long shots, but Poreon did mentino "home" so it might be found at his homes. Well, whatever "it" might have been.
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Amanda did as told, as always asking no questions. Though has she had suspected, her Master was searching for something, but again, what? She thought of the planets Snack had given her to look up, she knew a little knowledge about each planet. Each planet had some of Sith history connected with it, that she knew of for sure, but what else?
She walked over to the terminal on the opposite end, directly from where Snack stood and then typed up 'Sith Holocron'. a rather large list of information poped up. She scanned it, and then pressed the search button and then typed in the planets Naboo, Ziost, Xa'Fel. She began to read up on the information, first starting with Naboo. She was amazed at all the history she found, ranging way far back as 1000 years or more and then to the present. She noted that Snack was mentioned quite often.
"Master Snack, I found Naboo.."
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As he expected, Cayss showed no results, while Still-Murk and Devil's Saphire came up as an error. For kicks, he re-entered the word "Sith Holocron" as well as the planet of Xa'Fel. Snack's eyes widened as text began to scroll along the screen infront of his face.
All of this was recent history, with most of the documents entiled as "Classified" or "Naboo Sith Order: Classified". Darth Phantom certainly wanted something hidden. But what?
Amanda Young's voice brought Snack's wandering mind back to the task at hand. He turned to her, standing up and leaving his terminal to make his way over to her. From over her shoulder, the Sith spoke, "What did you find?"
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*She pointed to each part as she mentioned it.*
"I found a great deal of history, Master. Starting with The Naboo Sith Council, it seems that this group had once made Xa'Fel their home. It says that a war broke out among the council of the group. One side, Darth Phantom and Arnhiem, the other Darth Mayhem and Darth Shadow, they seemed to have had disagreeance in leadership, Master. It appears theat the council split up. Darth Phantom and Arhiem stayed where they were but Darth Mayhem and Darth Shadow moved to Endor, bringing those who wished to join them."
Amanda was silent for a moment as she read on, she had heard such names before, after all, they were a part of history, and it was history she was to know about to better understand the Sith and who they were. She continued on.
"It says that Mayhem and Arhiem finally came to an agreement and The Naboo Sith Council rejoined as a whole once again. But due to Arhiem's lack of activity with the group, Darth Phantom, who was then second in command, took over leadership and renamed the group The Naboo Sith Order. He started a new leadership for the group, The Council of Elders, consisting of five high ranking members, who decided upon everything in the order. He assigned Dace Patton command of The Orders first fleet, Emporer Hades The Orders Second fleet and Darkestsith6 The Orders third fleet. It is said that the oder held the largest fleet within the galaxy and had the most planets."
She continued on, scaning the words and a shocked expression scorssed her face.
"You're mentioned here, Master Snack along with Darth Poreon, and Aaron Astrin, you were all rumored to be dead. Both Darth Phantom and Dace Patton disappeared from the Order."
She turned to look at her Master.
"You were there when the Order fell, that was your home then, was it not?"
She waited for an answer from him, not wanting to contiue reading. Besides, there wasn't much left to read, just current events.
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"For the most part, that history is accurate..."
Snack read on. Memories from his past bioling up as a result of this breif history lesson. Vivid pictures of himself fighting Darth Phantom. Then a meeting between the two again, this time only peaceful: Snack selling his soul, so to speak, to the Dark Side.
The move happed prior to that meeting. Xa'Fel had been set up and was in the works to become the new Sith Base when Snack crossed over and jioned the old Naboo Sith Order. Before, under the leadership of Arnhiem, they resided on Naboo; thus their name. But even before Arnhiem, there was another leader: Darth Horus. A former apprentice to Snack, and a great ally, the Sith turned Shadow and left, handing the torch to Arny.
Snapping back to reality, Snack read over the leaders of the "newer" TNSO lead by Phantom. Dace, Phantom, DS6, Hades... They forgot one. Darth Snack. Smirking, Snack answered his appretnice's question.
"No, I was not there when the Order fell. I killed Poreon during a fight btween myself and Aaron Astrin. Poreon interfered and paid with his life."
No, that wasn't even the truth.
"No... That's what I wanted. I needed his body for a scam. To fiegn my own death. And it worked, too..."
His eyes glazed over as he thought back to the day of the fight and the following few weeks.
"I left from our fight never again returning to the Order. They thought I had died, instead of Poreon. I guess, after a few other mishaps, Recon left to form the Eternal Rogue Order...."
He blinked, then looked down to Amanda. Snack's mind was anywhere but where it needed to be: on the Holocron. His throughts were dominated by the idea of TNSO, their rules, their goals, their power..
"Did it say anything about a Holocron?"
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ooc: *sigh* I'm still not sure what to do with this. I did the best I could, though I don't thnk it's what you're looking for.
ic: She noded her head slowly, trying to recall if she had read anything about it.
"No..No, I don't think so, but then again, I was only scanning through the information. I will look again."
She turned back around toward the terminal and began to read through, though this time more thoroughly. Her index finger moved along with the words as she read the readings. She stopped suddenly, her index finger stopping on the word holocron.
"Yes, it says something about the holocron holding history or important information, most likely secretive information, but I'm sure you knew that already."
She smirked and continued to read more.
"Hmm, says it's stored somewhere in Xa'Fel, in some place of great importance."
She frowned, wondering if she was being of any help to her Master, or if she was just spilling off information he already knew of.
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"Xa'Fel..."
His thoughts trailed off as he remembered his first time setting foot on the planet. The time when Phantom had greeted him with open arms, not with deadly blades.
"...So they did bring everything from their former home..."
His blank eyes scanned the screen infront of his face.
"Well, Amanda, it looks like we'll be going to Xa'Fel. If it is not the one we are looking for, then so be it. It would be a good trip anyway... to see you Master's old home."
A slight smile came across his face for a moment. Nodding to himself, he briskly turned around and headed for the exit "door".
"Follow..."
He motioned for Amanda to come along. There was not much time to waste. This holocron might be the key to save Snack's own sanity.
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She followed her Master, keeping a few paces behind him. So they were going to Xa'Fel, interesting, and her Master was taking her with him, even better. It would give her the chance to gain some history from the trip. Maybe she would even learn some things about her Master's past along the way. Though there still were some other thoughts that ran through her mind, what if they didn't find the holocron? Would their entire trip be wasted? But what if they did find the holocron? What would that mean? Woild they find something big? Would the holocron give her Master the answers to all of his unanswered questions, plus some of hers? Well, there was no need for her mind to really wander, after all, such questions that arose in her mind now, would be answered once they got to Xa'Fel
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It had been one week since Snack had to take a back seat to the Acolyte Gash, and Sith Lord Recon Klain. Darth Snack had been given the orders to lead that pitiful attack on the Jedi Temple in Otah Gunga, but when he first arrived in Theed, the meeting point of his team, he had found that plans had changed and that Recon was there, leading them into the Theed Palace. When the Sith Lord saw this, he did absolutely nothing to aide with the destruction. He brought the explosives, Gash Zasio and Reco did the exploding.
And that sickened him. Hell, Snack had been terrorizing the galaxy long before Gash, Zasio.. hell, before most of the Sith in the Ziost Empire. Any Sith in any faction. Even good old Recon Klain... Snack had been known well before him for bringing agony. But here the Sith Lord was, taking orders from Reco and the rest of the new blood of Sith. To be back in the day where the Sith were sparce and just beginning to show their pressence to the galaxy. The days before Recon, Ahnk, Gash, Skye Keller... The days of the Naboo Sith Council.
Darth Phantom, Arnhiem, Dace Patton, Darth Poreon... Given a straight out fight between them and these "new" Sith, those of the old would sweep the floor.
But Snack was a Jedi Knight back in those days. It was just after Arnhiem became too crazy and was dissapeared from the galaxy, when Snack came up to take his place.
Oh to back at those times, only with those of the old still here.. we would be one hell of a Force. Holders of the largest fleet ever seen, holders of the only ones who were able to abduct the Queen not once, but twice and almost a third time. Those who were able to infiltrate and get behind enemy lines with the simpilist of ease... those who did not back down from a challenge. Unlike now, where when one challenge came up the Sith just turned and went to do something else (as did with the water barriers around Otah Gunga - where the Ziost Sith just decided to take the easy way out and attack Theed... those cowards). Yeah, the Ziost Empire were all celebrating. All but Snack.
He sat in a local bar in the capitol city on Corellia, sipping his Corillian Ale and thinking of the past. Those days filled his heart with pride, his soul with a sense of accomplishment. Shaking his head as he thought about the events which had just transpired, Snack sighed. What the hell was wrong?
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Gone were the times which a tight knit group of Sith conquered the galaxy. Now, hoardes of "Sith" each having unique ideals tried to conquer the galaxy. Try. Much how the original Sith Empire crumbled, this new Sith Empire would crumble for the same reasons of inner turmoil.
Gone were the days of the true Sith.
The time of the true Sith ended one fateful day when a poser climbed ranks, A Poser who knew not of respect, only power. As much as the darkside is about power, lines must be respected. The true Sith respect each other, revere each other, honor each other.
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From his purgatory stasis, Poreon observed the decline in Sith morals. The never ending decline that would continue until a strong leader presented himself. A leader far powerful than a Dark Lord.
When this leader would come was unbeknownst. Poreon watched the Sithlings toy with powers far exceeding their knowledge. He could only hope this Sith downturn would improve. He could only hope someone could unleash the power to bring himself out of this hell-hole so he could reform a tight knit group of Sith.
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His eyes focused on the half full glass of Ale in his hands, resting comfortably on the table the Sith was sitting at. The glass of ale dominated his mind... it's taste, it's smell, it's color. All of was almost hypnotic. Either that, or he drank himself drunk with the liquid. In any event, Snack kept staring.
"There will be a day. There will be a day when he shows himself..."
Snack slowly sat back in his booth, keeping his hands on the table holding onto the glass. He looked around the bar, wondering if what he had heard came from anyone worth persuing. No one. Shrugging it off, Snack looked back at his glass.
"Must be my imagination..."
He could barely fit in his comment before the liquid in the glass violently splashed within the glass itself, some of it spilling on the table top.
"What the ...?"
His hands were not shaking, nor did he make any violent movements with his arm.
"You miss the days of the old... just as I do. They'll be back, one day."
Poreon... Snack mouthed to himself. He let out a sigh of hesitent relief as he brought the glass up to his lips and finished off his alcohol. At least it wasn't some spook haunting him. Well, one that he didn't know about.
Poreon had given Snack his life for the greater picture. But now there was no bigger picture. And now, no Poreon either. And that was Snack's sin: to live in regret for killing off one of the best true oldschool Sith which the galaxy had met.
"I thought the Sith of Ziost were gonna be what you speak off...."
He stopped mid sentence. Poreon did not speak to him. He was dead. His spirit traveled with him, though, and plagued Snack's mind. It was Poreon's spiritual thoughts which Snack seemed to be hearing all to often.
"Why...?" He asked loudly, causing a few of the patrons to look over at him. CLosing his eyes, he allowed his upper body to fall forward, landing on the table. What is going on with me?
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Poreon knew what he wanted and how he would attain it. To attain his goal of redemption from purgatory, a Sith of old would find the ancient holocron of reviving and unleash the holocron's power.
"Let not the past events tortue you. Move on, my friend. Fix what was wrong." The distinct voice of Jake Ser Poreon interrupted Snack's thoughts again. Poreon's long time associate and slayer was troubled deeply. Snack need closure.
Snack's closure would come in time, but the closure would be more of an opening.
"Home." Poreon's voice gave an ambiguous clue. Home. It could be home, Xa Fel. It could be home, Still-Murk. It could be home, Devil's Sapphire. It could be home, Halfway to Devil's Sapphire. It could be home, inside the mind.
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"Home?" That was helpful. Home could mean many places, Xa'Fel, Cayss, Naboo. Snack moaned in agony as he sat back up and leaned against the cushioned back of the booth seat. The sound in pain did not come from this new riddle or path set before him, but of the Corillean Ale. "I think I should just stick to Alderaan Ale. Yichk."
He shook his head free of cobwebs and stood up, placing a few credits on the table top. Now where to begin?
"Anyone know of a Sith Holocron which can be found here?" Snack shouted to everyone in the bar. The place grew silent as everyone gazed at the Sith Lord like he was fool.
He sneered and gave a quick growl as he let the darkside flow through him. He wasn't a fool; those in the bar were. He felt the Dark Enerrgy flow though his right arm, moving in and out, up and down. It gathered at his fingertips when he let loose tendrils of blue energy at the bar counter. The electrical sound of the lightning crackled through the air as it pulverized and blew chunks from the counter and the seats directly in front. The Lord smirked as he cut the flow of energy off. Force Lightning, one of the most dangerous moves one could pull off. He had learned how to use it to his whims while everyone thought he was dead. It was great not being pestered; one could spend the time to perfect one's skills.
Calmly, he walked out of the bar and out into the streets. Home ... Snack heard Poreon's voice again. Could it be Poreon's home? It could be Snack's home. Great, the search just doubled. Where do I He shook his head again and began walking down the streets towards the starport, his black robves flowing behind him with each step. Wherever home was, Snack knew it was not on Corelia.
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Urns of rage boiled in Vakhar's fleshy eye as he sat upon a humble, wooden chair with splinters protruding like spines on the worn frame. Ravaging flames of red and orange hung at each corner of the chamber's algae-smothered walls with constant delusions of beasts fluttering upon them, enveloped in an entity of flickering flares. Additional candles stood firm atop the sole table fastened before Vakhar, each dripping white beads of sweat into a pool filling quickly on the brittle wood. Flawed engravings on the rusted walls shown to be the only element of number, conforming the chamber not into a mere abode but a gateway to the past...perhaps also the future.
Silence constantly was demonstrated to be rare on the secluded planet of Ziost, even in the backwater sector of the planet in where Vakhar heard various ramblings surrounding his age-daunted walls.
Tunes of ancient endeavor ricketed Vakhar's psyche as he rested, completely dormant, upon the ragged chair. It was apparent to him that the adorned Klain would rise in failure as he pursued his ignorant escapade to revive the ancient ways...every step he took simply escorted him to the imminent destiny treading between of his eyes.
To insult myself and all Sith will only spell demise.
Images of unpleasant nostalgia, originating a mere day after the occupants of Ziost returned, wavered in his mind like a set of old films projected upon a torn screen. Vakhar's everlasting bond with the dark side had been questioned, and even more, a fatal decision for Klain was implemented with foolish delusions of love...as Vader, himself, had fell.
The epitome of the dark side will rise, as prophesied... that is when my kind will thrive as it did in the golden era…soon it shall…soon.
A violent shatter shrieked and billowed among the confines of the chamber as two severed peices of wood smashed against the cobbled floor with Vakhar's arm prominent in the rush. A mounting roar hissed as geysers of black flame rose and twisted among the wood boards as if bouting for every pocket of wood untouched.
In the center of the intimidating shots of sparks stood Vakhar; shrouded in black robes, void of all color and relentless in his grandeur, he remained with an evil grin slicing his lips apart even as the heretic spirits began to swirl around him with ire imprinted upon their distorted hearts.
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Unknown to all but two of TZE's leaders, Sith Pyrael walked beneath the labyrinth surface of Ziost. The familiar presence of his Master, Sith Lord Reco, and the presence of Reco's good friend, Sith Jiren, were not to findable on the Sith Homeworld.
Anxiety teethed within Pyrael. Reco, nor Gash, had reported back to Ziost since the attack on the Jedi. Pyrael longed to know whether or not his Sith fellowship had been successful. He would have, ofcourse, accompianed the Sith company on their conquest, but it had not been the time to introduce Pyrael to the other Sith, to the galaxy.
Instead, Pyrael had journeyed solo to the ERO capital. Knowledge from Pyrael's "other" danced around his mind. This other was the late Aaron Astrin, the Sith Lord whom had been shaped together with the Supreme Overlord's child, into the ultimate darkside beast. With knowledge from the late Aaron Astrin, Pyrael confronted AAO as Phalanx Allger to get his Coral Skipper a face-lift.
Now, that was complete, and the coral skipper looked like the odd shaped TIEs present on Nirauan. Machinery in modest amounts did not torment Pyrael like his Yuuzhan Vong half-heritage. He had knowledge from the heretic domains and the true warriors. Use what you must to get the job done.
Most of Ziost was devoid of other people. Pyrael searched dimly through the Force for another presence. A being not far from Pyrael's underground location blinked brightly inside Pyrael's contorted mind-set.
Using a Yuuzhan-Vong semi technique, Pyrael dimmed his Force presence, almost blending in with the world. It would be just like the game Pyrael played as a young Sithling with his powerful Master, Reco.
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The metallic smell radiating from the cockpit of his Lambda Class shuttle calmed the Sith Lord's wandering mind. Well, calmed it from insanity.
The sight infront of him was that of the three way saber fight between Aaron, Poreon, and himself. Sparks when two plasma blades crached into each other felt hot and all too real on his skin. Each movement made by one of the three combatants was an act played out in slow motion, captured in the restraints of time for all to see. All to whoever had access to that memory.
"I can't live like this... It's not like me to obsess over the past. What's done is done."
Betrayful thoughts twirled around in his imagination, haunted by the slaying of Poreon. His vision blurred out, then came back in again beating down the memory of the fight with a real picture of the docking bay where his Lambda hovered awaiting for clearence.
" Serphent Shadow, you are clear to take off. Please state your destination," the static voice of a human male ordered.
"Home."
Snack pushed forward and pulled down on the throttle, speeding up and away from the planet of Corellia. Naboo would be the first place to search. Yet, withthe planet on high alert with the recent Ziost attack, Snack would be hard pressed and would most likely have to worry about being captured or killed more so than he would about finding whatever it was he was looking for. And even that he was not too sure of.
The shuttle escaped the tight pull of the atmosphere, entering the vastness of space. Letting out a long solitary sigh, he punched in the coordinates for Ziost
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Spirits of the dark resonated both visibly and spiritually as ice circulated through Vakhar's veins and kinetic energy spewed from his body. An unholy war clutched his soul as its own, shaded in a veneer of Vakhar's hellish reputation in the bondage with the dark side. His twisted soul, the quintessence of evil, yearned for redemption and atonement with great duplicity...he wished for a holocaust to begin with the only entity dear to Recon - his son.
A formerly great Sith divulging his integrity for love...he deserves to burn in a pit of self despair, for it will be the closest he will ever be to the dark side. Mere death is too great of an honor for such an infidel.
A crimson-gilded shadow reflected upon the frost-bitten earth as Vakhar stood blankly as he observed his quarters grow in an unheavenly light before imploding. Signs of belligerency shown brilliantly upon his shrouded face in the delusion of a hundred infidels, more honorable in his mind than the esteemed Recon, boiled in the enormous fireball - now the only glowing and apparent impetus before him.
"Soon..." he repeated to himself redundantly with a voice pitched enough to shatter the heavens, yet adroit enough to bellow as crisp as a whisper.
A piercing crackle of laughter broke off of Vakhar's lips as the ever-so-resilient shadow of his presence broke from the horrific scene and into a secluded black crevice leading into a twisting tunnel on a hillside. Holding a catacomb affect in nature, it was truly a monolithic dwelling of those admitted into the arms of Recon and his selfish desires - disregarding the wisdom of the ages. An eerie stench plagued the vast corridor system...the stench of death.
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Gash stood, leaning on his fighter, in the cold hanger on Ziost. His cloak drawn close to him, the cold seeped into him, as if it was a liquid. But it wasn't just caused by the icy climate of the ancient planet upon which he and Recon had founded their empire.
It was strange. Normally, the dark side disrupts the force. But on Ziost, where the dark side was so strong, one became used to the constant disruption, as if it was the norm and not the exception.
And it took something very strong to trigger a disruption on Ziost.
I'd recognize that anywhere... even if Vahkar had tried to hide his recent feelings.
Gash sighed. Vahkar was certainly powerful, probably possessed of loyalty to no one, certainly insane. And now, there could be no doubt of his feelings, though his intent was unclear. It had been Gash's business, on his forgotten homeworld where he practiced medicine, to try to understand people... often, victims who were brought in were too distraught to communicat properly. One had to observe their reactions to certain events to understand their state of mind. And the mention, or reference to, one person, had repeatedly triggered this reaction.
Issace Klain.
Vahkar teemed with hate, an ocean of pure anger, yet all of it was directed towards the old Sith Lord who Gash had assissted in founding the Sith Empire of Ziost. On the flight home from Naboo, in that convoy, Vahkar's disgust was palpable. The first confrontation with Issace, Recon's son, had triggered a reaction almost that strong. Now, as the two Sith Lords had had time to converse, it seemed like Vahkar's hate was coupled with digust and revulsion.
I suppose I can understand why. Friendship, affection, love, all are forbidden by the Sith. Especially here. Normal Sith, the everyday Sith not from Ziost, seem to be more and more like Dark Jedi everyday. Here, we strive for ancient Sith values. Recon's affection for his son breaks those traditions.
Gash shook his head as his droid aide and companion, D31, entered the hanger and click-clicked over.
'Gash, there's a-'
"I know about Vahkar's suspicious actions."
The sentient droid seemed to have come to the same deduction as Gash, though by different methods.
'Well then? What is it that we are doing.'
Gash sighed. He wasn't sure what he could do, should do, or would do. Right now...
"...We'll watch him."
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A mushroom cloud of soot dispersed in the cavern with every solid step Vakhar planted upon the rocky cliffs plaguing the area. From a distance he appeared to be a figureless shadow patrolling the midst of the catacombs endlessly with a lost resonance...only Vakhar knew that the resonance of his every breath was very much alive. The shriek of a tortured soul before death and its pitiful gasps for mercy...all holding a deep resonance to him that only he had come to appreciate.
Gigantic edifices in the form of aged pillars held as the catalyst to survival for all whom scurried through its corridors like ants foolishly surviving with a false pretense of determination...only to be treaded upon at their end in a flurry of blood and suffering.
A crimson haze entrenched Vakhar's mutilated figure in an iron curtain of raw kinetic energy - awaiting the moment to vanquish at the divine word of testament...so eagerly embracing demise its own. Vakhar clutched the satisfaction of becoming graced with the pleasure to purge the falsehood of Sith whom defied the dark side and evaded its gracious offerings.
Those whom shrouded the dark side in its millennia of anguish will be the last to cower for mercy at my brittle fist of ire and relentlessness...all they love will precede them so the quintessence of the dark will be acknowledged and atonement will be truly accepted.
Subtly arching his head in distinction to a prophecy-encrusted column standing firm before him, yet an additional crackle of laughter ricocheted among the vast tunnel system shattering loose sandstone plates as it circulated.
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Somehow, perhaps, a small part of Vahkar's laughter reached Jiren. Either way, if it could not be heard it could be sensed.
The cyborg's head lifted, glancing around the cavernous hanger until the realization that he had not actually heard Azkarel's cackling laughter came to him. Once again, the man shook his head, in a combination of anger, disgust, confusion, and a mild fear for his companion's lives.
Obviously, the symbolism of the gesture was not completely lost on Gash's droid counterpart.
'Something wrong?'
If the words entered the Sith's mind at all, they certainly did not penetrate his conciousness to intrude on his meditative state.
Vahkar is certainly strange. Whereas I have retained both my intelligence and my (admittedly darkened) personality, Azkarel's has been twisted, destroyed by the darkside. It is almost surely true that he is intelligent, possibly a genius. Perhaps the capabilities of his mind even rival my own. But he is really and truly insane.
The word "insane" was tossed around alot by the Jedi, in reference, often, to the Sith and their acts. It became a propaganda, of a sort, to their Padawans, as they heard their masters refer to the Sith as 'creatures of darkness', 'insane' and 'twisted', caught 'in a web of their own deceit and lies'. The Sith were dehumanized, turned into maniacal and non-sentient beings who's only purpose was destruction and death.
In truth, we are not like that. Many, some of us are, though all but the most experienced and jaded Jedi would fail to admit it, completely sane and logical. Our morals are different, and thus we are thought of as insane.
But Vahkar is insane, truly. For such a circumstance to completely send him off the edge of sanity into a pit of rage and hatred, blind, unthinking and with only one goal... The worst part is, despite my obviously correct appraisal of Vahkar's less-than-stable mental state, I cannot seem to bring myself to call him wrong. And that has left me with this dilema, as to what action I sho-
'I said, is something wrong?!'
The droid's voice finally made it past Gash's veil of thought. Startled, he glanced at the droid.
"Yes. But just what is wrong... and what I am supposed to do about it... is left to be seen."
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On Ziost..
Amanda sat at the bottom of the steps of the Sith Empire. Her arms were wrapped around her, the air she found to be too far cold for her tastes. Lots had happened the week after The Ziost Empire had attacked Theed. In Amanda's eye's, everything around her seemed to be falling apart. The once strong yet powerful empire she had grown to know so well in her time on Ziost was now crumbling apart, but why? Was it because the differences in minds or had the group just fallen apart? Amanda did not know, but she hoped her Master, Snack, could give her the answers to the questions that lay restlessly in her mind now. That is if he did return, Amanda hadn't seen her Master for what seemed like days now. No training had gone on between the two, no greetings exchanged. It made Amanda wonder if she had displeased her Master in someway, though she had placed the thought at the back of her mind. After all, it had been a rough week for all. Not knowing why she had not done so before, Amanda reached out with the dark side of the force, trying to sense her Master and his presence perhaps near by, she called to him.
Master...
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Snack's shuttle burst from the confines of hyperspace, shedding gas and dust as it settled in on its treck towards Ziost. The planet hung in fron of his eyes, filling most of the viewscreen. Ugly, cold, unforgiving - the perfect place to find those who study the Sith ways. A place which held the Sith from the Past. The old Sith Empire would have been found here if they survived the great wars which wiped them out.
How history repeats itself.
He peered down as the Lambda shuttle entered the atmosphere of the planet, his mind blank. This would be the beginning of his search. Maybe the end. Who knew what the future would bring. "Always in motion, the darkside is." Hell, everything is always in motion whether it be Light, Dark, Grey, anything.
Master... The solitary voice was weak, almost as if it were the tail end of an echo. The concern and sense of confusion and loss embeded itself on the word. His apprentice, Amanda Young, was waiting... had been waiting for his return.
He sent no feeling of comfort, no words to tell her he was there. Nothing. It would not be Sith-like. Much like these Ziost Sith.
Snack easily set the shuttle on the ground a good mile away from the actual Temple which held most of the Sith's activities. Deja vu. It was exactly like it had been when he first came to Ziost and found Recon and this gang. Then, Snack had been searching for the truth about the true Sith. He found nothing. Now, it was the same, only this time he knew what he was looking foor. Sorta. Something in his mind told him to find a holocron.
Poreon?
Stepping away from his ship with cloak flowing around him, he began to walk towards the temple.
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Is this what your heart desires?
The simple question with a yes or no answer was truely quite ambiguous.
Poreon waited intently for this brooding person to unleash the power, to find the power. How Poreon hated this hell-hole. How he wished to be free, to roam the galaxy freely, to terrorize the galaxy freely.
Go home, where your heart desires. Underneath the surface-- all is not lost
Poreon spoke of an ugly planet: tormented by haze, evil, beast and more. Ziost wasn't home. What was home?
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The presence of Amanda's Master was now on Ziost, she could feel it, sense it as well. She had grown angry now at the sudden realization that her Master had ignored her call. Not to mention that he had the audacity to leave her in waiting without a clue of his return nor his whereabouts, he had striked a nerve within her, she knew he could feel it, and was sure it had indeed brought a slight evil smile to her Master's lips. She waited still for her Master to reach the steps, though very impatiently.
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".....
"Why must you torment me like this!?"
Anger built up inside Snack. He stopped midstride to clutch his head in the palms of his hands, trying to quiet the ever so helpful voive.
"I have no clue if this is what my heart desires... it just feels right." He thought outloud. Shaking his head, the Lord continued on his path towards the Temple.
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Upon reaching the Temple, Snack saw his apprentice, Amanda, standing there. She fumed with anger towards her Master. Good. One who shows Anger openly makes for a great Sith. He began to ascend the steps towards the old door, passing Amanda without nodding to her.
"Master!"
The Sith Lord stopped and turned to look over his shoulder at Amanda.
"Sometimes, it is best to be left alone. It teaches you how do make it alone. For someday, I won't be hear to guide you. Now follow."
His voice dark and powerful, the Lord turned back and entered the Ancient Temple with Young followinjg close behind.
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She listened very carefully to her Master's words, words that she thought were wise. She followed him inside the temple, asking no questions nor speaking out of turn. She had learned to obey her Master and not to question his words or his actions, even if she didn't agree with them. Upon entering the temple, Amanda noticed that the temple was not as active as it usually was. Though it still gave off the same feel of hate and power it was so well known for, though it wasn't as strong of a feeling as it could be. They continued on, Amanda keeping to herself as she followed her Master.
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A scarlet gild glossed the primitive Ziost crest carved into the writhed stone that formed the shabby arch, thus lining a simple plank of wood implemented as a door. To Vakhar's back gleamed a crevice null of end, baring jagged and brutal lacing, leading into a pit seeming to have physically entrenched all light within its averse clutches...the most high-spoken echo would have been drowned in a deep void. Yet at that time of despair the faintest sound, besides silence, shown as a redundant trickle of fallen moisture breaking concentration with every chime upon the unbalanced terrace.
Monotone frequencies of breath shortage, that primarily of physical exhibition, broke the flimsy barrier the thin wood retained and soon entered Vakhar's grimaced face. The boy appeared to assume his exercises regularly and quite self-consciously; Vakhar even began to deem the boy as a passionate Sithling if it weren't for his insolent and ignorant predecessor..."quite a pity," he chattered to himself softly.
A gold glaze peered through the imperfectly situated framing, bringing a warmth to Issace's pampered and relatively aristocratic life...the one in Vakhar had only tasted in retro format. Only he, among few others, had endured a hindered existence to an extent most would have knelt to in deceit. "Victim" of the dark side many had portrayed Vakhar as, but he had become saner than most within his personal trend of thought. Only a whole-hearted Sith bared the courage to invest one's sole future in the dark side...corrupt or entirely pure was up to it, and it alone.
A thundering impetus of ire broke Vakhar's analytical state of mind. A near hesitation to his imminent duty in offering to the dark side quickly was smothered from his psyche and was veiled in a shroud of rage; the corruption Klain and his followers had filtered into the dark side amounted and soon he acknowledged that only he held the great virtue required for a great purge as this.
In a second's monstrous assault of breakage, the young Issace stood befuddled - enveloped in a covering of wood shrapnel - while the gloomy figure belonging to Vakhar towered over him with a cringe strung indefinitely upon him.
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As Pyrael neared the unknown Sith presence, another, dimmer presence blinked into exsistence. Who could this new presence be? the tought fluttered around Pyrael's contorted mind. Yet one more being to mutilate with my perversions.
Pyrael's perversions ranged from simple mind games to the most complex form of mutilation-- the Yuuzhan Vong Embrace Singular. The Embrace Singular was similar to the Embrace of Pain, except the many pains were performed by a being, not a creature shaped for the sole purpose. For Pyrael, not a full Yuuzhan Vong, this practice provided the utmost pleasure for his Vong half.
Toying with different Embrace Singular scenarios--ones involving Force additives--Pyrael closed in on the two beings behind a decaying wooden door.
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The crash resounded in Gash's mind. His inner struggle over the possible actions to take became moot, as action took over.
'Gash, GASH! Get back here Jiren-'
"Shut up DeeThree."
He strode from the hanger, mind set on finding Vahkar. The cyborg managed to put off making a decision on the actual action he would take, allowing the rush to get to the pair-
The pair.
Two force presences.
Oh no.
He was too late. Gash stepped his pace up to a run, knowing even as he did so he was too late.
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Home... home... home... this isn't home!
What was then? Snack stopped mid stired halfway down a whinding stairwell which lead into the lower catacombs. Anger and rage was getting the best of him, blinding him from his what he truely seeked and blinding him of his own thoughts. He took a few breaths in and out, using a Jedi Calming techniqued he learned way back when he was a Jedi Knight. He felt the clam enter his body, washing over him like a seabreeze at high tide on a stary night. The perks of having Jedi, Sith and Shadow training showed in his extreme control over certain aspects of the force. Techniques which he used did not determine whether he was a Sith or not.
Just like clockwork, he began to think again in full motion. Home. Home? Ziost was not home. Sith of the old. Their homeplanet use to be Ziost. Or did it? Or is that what he was talking about? Did it matter?
No, it didn't.
Others could now be sensed moving around. Something had changed the current mind set. Snack could have cared less to figure out what it was. He told Recon upon first arrive that his duties would be first and formost on what he was doing, not the Empire. And the Sith Lord kept that statement true to him.
Picking back up on the pace, Snack and Amanda continued down the rock steps. The catacombs were full of history datapackets and files which only authorized Sith of the Ziost Empire could access at any given time. Hopefully, it would give Snack a hint as to what he was really searching for.
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Though no words had been exchanged between the two Sith since they walked into the temple, Amanda could gather that this particular visit wasn't just another visit, but different...Observing what she could from her Master, she sensed a difference in behavior from him. It was as if he were troubled by something or someone. This puzzled her, she wanted to ask about it, but remained quiet so as not to disturb her Master, who seemed to be in deep concentration as of now.
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A hallway at the bottom of the stairs branched out in all directions, either leading towards a dead end, vaults, the prison chambers, or sacred religious rooms. The Lord took the second pathway to his right. It narrowed with each step, only allowing a single file for the two Sith to walk through. Light became obsolete, as there were nor torches around to spark a flame. One had to use the Force to navigate in and around these catacombs. They were all like this.
The rocky walls and ceiling began to close in, and eventually shut around the two Sith. Snack stopped, and reaching out through the Force searched for the door locking mechanism. Finding it buried within the actual rock wall, the Sith manipulated the gears and gadgets with extreme caution, as to not set off any traps which where set. The solid steel rock door swung open with a beep, allowing the two Sith to enter.
An echoing lock sound filled the halls and the room as the door slammed shut after they entered. "Go to one of the terminals and look up 'Sith Holocron'. Once you have found that, narrow the search by inputing these planets: Naboo, Ziost, Xa'Fel," Snack ordered his apprentice. The room which they were in held an ungodly amount of history and information about the entire galaxy. The founding of the Jedi, of the Old and New Republics, the Empire... all could be found if you searched for the exact thing you needed. What was unique about this treasure trove of history, though, was that it contains information about the Sith History, thier culture and their way of life, as well as listing other goodies only for Sith eyes.
Snack walked over to a terminal of his own, and typed up the words "Sith Holocron, Cayss, Still-Murk, Devil's Saphire." Those last two places were long shots, but Poreon did mentino "home" so it might be found at his homes. Well, whatever "it" might have been.
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Amanda did as told, as always asking no questions. Though has she had suspected, her Master was searching for something, but again, what? She thought of the planets Snack had given her to look up, she knew a little knowledge about each planet. Each planet had some of Sith history connected with it, that she knew of for sure, but what else?
She walked over to the terminal on the opposite end, directly from where Snack stood and then typed up 'Sith Holocron'. a rather large list of information poped up. She scanned it, and then pressed the search button and then typed in the planets Naboo, Ziost, Xa'Fel. She began to read up on the information, first starting with Naboo. She was amazed at all the history she found, ranging way far back as 1000 years or more and then to the present. She noted that Snack was mentioned quite often.
"Master Snack, I found Naboo.."
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As he expected, Cayss showed no results, while Still-Murk and Devil's Saphire came up as an error. For kicks, he re-entered the word "Sith Holocron" as well as the planet of Xa'Fel. Snack's eyes widened as text began to scroll along the screen infront of his face.
All of this was recent history, with most of the documents entiled as "Classified" or "Naboo Sith Order: Classified". Darth Phantom certainly wanted something hidden. But what?
Amanda Young's voice brought Snack's wandering mind back to the task at hand. He turned to her, standing up and leaving his terminal to make his way over to her. From over her shoulder, the Sith spoke, "What did you find?"
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*She pointed to each part as she mentioned it.*
"I found a great deal of history, Master. Starting with The Naboo Sith Council, it seems that this group had once made Xa'Fel their home. It says that a war broke out among the council of the group. One side, Darth Phantom and Arnhiem, the other Darth Mayhem and Darth Shadow, they seemed to have had disagreeance in leadership, Master. It appears theat the council split up. Darth Phantom and Arhiem stayed where they were but Darth Mayhem and Darth Shadow moved to Endor, bringing those who wished to join them."
Amanda was silent for a moment as she read on, she had heard such names before, after all, they were a part of history, and it was history she was to know about to better understand the Sith and who they were. She continued on.
"It says that Mayhem and Arhiem finally came to an agreement and The Naboo Sith Council rejoined as a whole once again. But due to Arhiem's lack of activity with the group, Darth Phantom, who was then second in command, took over leadership and renamed the group The Naboo Sith Order. He started a new leadership for the group, The Council of Elders, consisting of five high ranking members, who decided upon everything in the order. He assigned Dace Patton command of The Orders first fleet, Emporer Hades The Orders Second fleet and Darkestsith6 The Orders third fleet. It is said that the oder held the largest fleet within the galaxy and had the most planets."
She continued on, scaning the words and a shocked expression scorssed her face.
"You're mentioned here, Master Snack along with Darth Poreon, and Aaron Astrin, you were all rumored to be dead. Both Darth Phantom and Dace Patton disappeared from the Order."
She turned to look at her Master.
"You were there when the Order fell, that was your home then, was it not?"
She waited for an answer from him, not wanting to contiue reading. Besides, there wasn't much left to read, just current events.
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"For the most part, that history is accurate..."
Snack read on. Memories from his past bioling up as a result of this breif history lesson. Vivid pictures of himself fighting Darth Phantom. Then a meeting between the two again, this time only peaceful: Snack selling his soul, so to speak, to the Dark Side.
The move happed prior to that meeting. Xa'Fel had been set up and was in the works to become the new Sith Base when Snack crossed over and jioned the old Naboo Sith Order. Before, under the leadership of Arnhiem, they resided on Naboo; thus their name. But even before Arnhiem, there was another leader: Darth Horus. A former apprentice to Snack, and a great ally, the Sith turned Shadow and left, handing the torch to Arny.
Snapping back to reality, Snack read over the leaders of the "newer" TNSO lead by Phantom. Dace, Phantom, DS6, Hades... They forgot one. Darth Snack. Smirking, Snack answered his appretnice's question.
"No, I was not there when the Order fell. I killed Poreon during a fight btween myself and Aaron Astrin. Poreon interfered and paid with his life."
No, that wasn't even the truth.
"No... That's what I wanted. I needed his body for a scam. To fiegn my own death. And it worked, too..."
His eyes glazed over as he thought back to the day of the fight and the following few weeks.
"I left from our fight never again returning to the Order. They thought I had died, instead of Poreon. I guess, after a few other mishaps, Recon left to form the Eternal Rogue Order...."
He blinked, then looked down to Amanda. Snack's mind was anywhere but where it needed to be: on the Holocron. His throughts were dominated by the idea of TNSO, their rules, their goals, their power..
"Did it say anything about a Holocron?"
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ooc: *sigh* I'm still not sure what to do with this. I did the best I could, though I don't thnk it's what you're looking for.
ic: She noded her head slowly, trying to recall if she had read anything about it.
"No..No, I don't think so, but then again, I was only scanning through the information. I will look again."
She turned back around toward the terminal and began to read through, though this time more thoroughly. Her index finger moved along with the words as she read the readings. She stopped suddenly, her index finger stopping on the word holocron.
"Yes, it says something about the holocron holding history or important information, most likely secretive information, but I'm sure you knew that already."
She smirked and continued to read more.
"Hmm, says it's stored somewhere in Xa'Fel, in some place of great importance."
She frowned, wondering if she was being of any help to her Master, or if she was just spilling off information he already knew of.
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"Xa'Fel..."
His thoughts trailed off as he remembered his first time setting foot on the planet. The time when Phantom had greeted him with open arms, not with deadly blades.
"...So they did bring everything from their former home..."
His blank eyes scanned the screen infront of his face.
"Well, Amanda, it looks like we'll be going to Xa'Fel. If it is not the one we are looking for, then so be it. It would be a good trip anyway... to see you Master's old home."
A slight smile came across his face for a moment. Nodding to himself, he briskly turned around and headed for the exit "door".
"Follow..."
He motioned for Amanda to come along. There was not much time to waste. This holocron might be the key to save Snack's own sanity.
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She followed her Master, keeping a few paces behind him. So they were going to Xa'Fel, interesting, and her Master was taking her with him, even better. It would give her the chance to gain some history from the trip. Maybe she would even learn some things about her Master's past along the way. Though there still were some other thoughts that ran through her mind, what if they didn't find the holocron? Would their entire trip be wasted? But what if they did find the holocron? What would that mean? Woild they find something big? Would the holocron give her Master the answers to all of his unanswered questions, plus some of hers? Well, there was no need for her mind to really wander, after all, such questions that arose in her mind now, would be answered once they got to Xa'Fel