*J looked over at Pyreal, although he was barking mad, he was one of the most perceptive Sith J knew. J walked over to his seat at the council chamber, and sat down. Turning to Pyreal, he uttered.*

Hey, are you ok?

It had not been long at all since Snack arrived in the Council Chamber and took his seat in his Council Chair. He felt a new pressence arrive on Xa'Fel, and felt the cold darkness of the man. It seemed oddly familiar, but the Lord could not put a finger on who it was.

Before they entered the room, Snack made sure to pull the hood of his cloak over his head, shrowding most of his face in the shadows of darknsess. Only his lower lips and chin were viewable from those who would see him. Darth J entered first, flanked by the myster man and his eight driods, one of which stepping up with him. The Sith Lord remained quiet, as he looked at the man, and his Cobra Battledroids. He kept a straight face, only smiling inward as Xireon began to speak. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> "Honored council of TNSO... I am Xireon Jiren, son of Searthen, of the Sith Empire of Ziost. I come bearing a proposition, and a query."<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Searthen... Jiren? The man whom Snack had a grudge against, for more than one reason. He kept silent after Xireon finished his last words, looking around the room. He saw Pyrael seemingly twicth, before he blurted out his own views to not listen to this new man. The Sith Lord watched in confussion as the always unpredictable Sith Knight dropped to the floor. Odd, but Snack would keep his warning in his own mind set. No one can be trusted.

Returning his gaze back upon Xireon, Snack asked, in a dark tone, "What are these propositions and queries you speak of?"

Canting his head in the typical manner with which he tended to do so, Xireon stared piercingly at the Sith Lord. The bright red eyes which marked the males of the Jiren family glowed strongly, indicative of an emotion. In this case, it was mild pain- that of his temples, as memories and information about Snack spilled forward, unlocked- and the immediate perception of the Lord's dislike for his father.

The information careening forth into his minds eye was spurted out his mouth, in the calm, clear and accented voice in which Jiren always spoke.

"Darth Snack, with or without that hood you're wearing. Sith Lord, formerly of the original TNSO, then of Ziost, now of the revived TNSO."

His stare drifted down to Pyrael, memories of whom were also unlocked in Xireon's mind, bringing more pain to his temples. Smiling thinly at the obviously insane man's sentiments, he locked his gaze once again with Snack's.

"You will be glad to find that Gash Jiren is no longer in the company of the Sith of Ziost. He has turned to the lightside; a pity, but one from which we have moved forward. Allow that to set your mind slightly more at ease."

The smiled upon the handsome young Sith's face faded quickly, replaced with a determined look.

"The proposal and query and intertwined. The Ziost Empire and The Naboo Sith Order, I say, should and shall merge; for the furtherment of the glorious order of the Sith. I trust our petty pride shall be set aside for this; you hate my father, and I assure you I find no fondness in my heart for any of you. But in special circumstances..."

The Warrior's voice trailed off as he allowed the minds within the room to draw their own conclusions. Hand slipping rigidly from his side to the pocket within the fold of his robes, he removed a copy of the incomplete passage. Handing it carefully to Snack, he removed his own, original copy from his robes and in turn, allowed the Lord to read the sheet.

When Snack's eyes darted back up to Xireon's, he continued; trusting that Snack could read the ancient Sith language in which it was written.

"The title, as you see there, reads "The Sixth Prophecy of Xal-", but is not complete. The passage was written by Xal Kra, one of the earliest Dark Prophets and a subordinate of the Council of Five: the leadership of the prophets among the original Sith society- not the modern Sith, brought about by Darth Bane. According to history, he only wrote five prophecies- yet here, we find a sixth."

He glanced coldly around the room.

"The Council of Five, in lore, had a reputation for throwing out prophecies they found to be disturbing or unwanted, and handing the ones they desired to the higher councils. They were the only members of the first, original Sith race to be located any substantial distance from Korriban. I find it all too likely that what I hold in my hand is the remnant of such a prophecy.

"Because of their distance from them, the Five were out of contact with the Sith themselves almost constantly, as those ancient peoples stayed within a very isolated region of worlds. The Prophets travelled far away, burying themselves deep within the Old Republic's space. They are believed to have possessed no technology for faster-than-light travel at all- which begs the question of how they managed to journey to whatever long forgotten world which housed them at all. I have no answer to this.

"That is why so precious few possess any knowledge at all of them- possibly the only Sith in all the galaxy who know of the Five stand in this room. The planet is hidden, secret: and one we must find. We must find the rest of this prophecy."

A curious look came from everyone in the chamber, as if questioning why the ancient piece of paper should mean anything for today. He continued more quietly.

"I have felt it. This prophecy will guide us. Xal Kra's prophecies were refered to as the Latter Day Predictions- predictions for the far flung future. The four which I have knowledge of have all come to pass.

"We must find it."

From his pool of vomit, Pyrael snapped back into reality, alas this reality was a working one in which Pyrael was thinking clearly. To everyone else he may have seemed like he wasn't thinking clearly, but Pyrael knew, and that was all that mattterd, that he was right and everyone else was the fool this time.

"No. The merger shalln't take place aslong as I stand before this council, as a loyal knight of the Order." A knot of guilt formed in the pit of Pyrael's stomach. Those pasts had finally burst open, revealing some hindsight into what Pyrael was fighting dearly for. "I know you all think me as the fool; but trust me on this instance. Ziost and Naboo are not ment to merge."

Pyrael made it to his feet, reclaiming some dignity. "Take your heads out of your butts and look at what's happened already."

Pyrael remembered the past much too vividly. In that civilized past, mergers had caused a downfall. Dead groups were not meant to join living groups. Let the dead die. Let the live live. It sounded like reason to Pyrael's mind.

"I, and my intelligence ring for that matter, will henceforth cede from the Order if a merger is to happen.

Not only will that be a shame for this precious Naboo Sith Order, it will be a shame for you, Jiren. Your foolish quest is Death. Trust me, once. Heed my words. I've lived it. I know it. It's not a wiseman's quest. None of my assests will help you find your Death."

Poreon listened silently, taking it all in. Was it just Poreon, or did Pyrael bare strikingly similar Force signatures as his (Poreon) slayer?

He thought of this as Pyrael spoke. Something was oddly familiar...

*J thought to himself, "Xal Kra, this can bring no good. But what it may hold could be so powerfull, yes, i shall help Xireon". J spoke up to Xireon.*

What do you wish of us? You would surely know the location of this planet and the other part of this script. Why would you need our help?

Xireon looked down, mildly interested, at the wretching and slightly pathetic figure of Pyrael. He smiled tightly, shaking his head, before continuing.

"Tenebrious, I see you are here also. You entirely miss the point; you are allowing petty conflicts to cloud your mind.

"See past them- understand that Darth Bane intended there only to be one Sith Order. That there only ever was one Sith Order, since as far back as when the first Dark Jedi were exiled from the Republic and found the ancient culture known as Sith.

"This prophecy holds the key to that order dominating the galaxy, as it should be. If you cannot see that, then perhaps that 'brilliant mind beneath the madness' that you pride yourself on is more addled then you are willing to believe."

Turning from Pyrael, he nodded to Darth J. The giant of a demon towered over everyone else in the room, but seemed the most willing to follow Xireon's plan- which even I must admit seems a tad like a wild gundark chase.

"In truth, I do not know where the planet is, J. That is precisely why this task requires the help of all Sith."

"It seems the reproduction cloning capabilities of this galaxy are nowhere near compatible with those of the Great Shapers. It seems your memories become shrouded into forgetting very important event. "

Pyrael shifted his attention back and forth from the TNSO Elders to this joke of a Sith, Jiren.

"It was I who merged the dieing TNSO with the thriving ERO. It was I who tipped the Eternal Rogues into decay." The guilt of lives past poured out of Pyrael. "It was I who conquered this galaxy, only to seek retreat after a backstabbing merger with the Aing-Tii forced us back out of this galaxy."

Pyrael's facemask fell off, revealing set back eyes with blue-red sacks underneath. His mouth was lipless, and there was no nose. Had any of the infidels known the Supreme Overlord, they would have thought Pyrael to be a near identical version of Shimmra.

"It is I, who won't let you set foot in my Trading Company, housed on this planet. It is I who won't let you have access to the membrane of information housed within my many pools."

Pyrael's anger rose. That Jiren fool did not see reason when it hit him with a book. "I have seen this mighty power you speak of, twice. And it is not what brings order. Only Death."

A burst of red light and pain shot through Xireon's forhead, bringing up his hand as his body fell. It was as if someone had driven a stake through between his eyes, as memories poured forth as though from a hole in a dam.

Aaron Astrin... Eternal Rogue Order... The Naboo Sith Order... AAO...

Xireon recovered almost instantly, standing quickly and looking down furiously upon Pyrael. Or Astrin... but Astrin wasn't a Yuuzhan Vong... whoever he was. Venom seemed to spurt forth from the young Sith's eyes as he stared down at him...

A deafening silence filled the room as the two stared at each other.

Xireon was the one to break it.

"The circumstances under which the Eternal Rogue Order merged with the original TNSO were completely different than those which exist now. You say you have seen the power I speak of; yet I speak of no power, only knowledge. A power, yes, perhaps- but a different sort of power. Understand this, Pyrael.

"We must merge, for only together can we find this prophecy. You see that, I know you do: and I think you see why we have to find it, as well. Let go of your inhibitions for this; let go of the past. The past is gone. Live now, think about today, and know that the future depends upon this."

What? Pyrael was not around during the days of the old Council, nor for ERO... was he? Snack had met him on Ziost, just before he left for Xa'Fel. The two accidently bumped into each other, but it seemed to Snack at the time that this new person knew the Lord's intentions, and even knew the Lord to some extent. Snack shrugged it off, and thought it to be a bit of detective work on the part of the insane Knight, but now...

It was true Snack had not been in the thick of things when the ERO was formed, but when TNSO was on the brink of collapse? Snack was there. This half Vong wasn't.

He kept that thought in his mind as he listened and watched silently to the events as they folded before his Council Chair. Xireon Jiren had proposed the merger of The Ziost Empire with The Naboo Sith Order. Jay fully agreed. Pyrael spazzed out and thought a curse would be brought upon us. Poreon's mind was on Pyrael as well... and his slayer?

Snack was his slayer. Aaron Astrin, whom Snack heard was dead, was the other one who had aided in the elaborate scheme. Snack eyes darted to the half vong Knight. Tilting his head, Snack thought he felt a hint of something. But this was detracting him from what was at hand. Looking back at Gash's creation, Snack broke his silence.

"It does set my mind at ease to know Gash is not with the Ziost, but what irritates me more is his turn to the Jedi. But that is in the past, and his sacrifice will come in time.

"As to your proposed merger," he paused, with an evil smirk visible, "for the furthering of the Sith way, and for the unity of the Sith and those who follow the Sith ways, I agree to the merger."

Snack's eyes then moved back to Pyrael; a cold gaze boring a hole through the Vong's revealed face.

"And it is I who will see the end of you if you keep up your ignorance. I don't know who you think you were, or who you think you are, but I distinctly do not remeber seeing your butt ugly face in an Order which I was a leader in. Sith Lord, Recon Klain, helped to create the Eternal Rogue Order after myself, Poreon, Dace, and Phantom left. With the help of Skye Keller and Aaron Astrin having AAO be a subordinate to the ERO, if I am not mistaken. It was also Recon who and that Gash person who created the Sith of Ziost. There were no mergers, only splitting apart, as I did with our New Order."

Pausing for a breath, the Sith Lord continued.

"As for power, there are different powers, and each holds their pros and cons. Physical Power is only good against those weaker than you. When you face one who is stronger, you are screwed. Mental Power is only good against ignorant fools. Size Power, emotional power... we have seen where these have gotten us. The mighty fall to new forms of ways. Smaller becomes bigger, bigger become great, great becomes filled with conflict, conflict becomes the end, where the viscious cycle repeats. In order to break this cycle, we need to find an equalibrium to the powers out there. We must put forth the effort to change what is not working, and to compromise in order to move on.

"Xireon, you have my backing and full support for your endevours." He sat back in his seat as silence filled the room once more.