Khar Delba...

The time that Zeta had waited for had finally come. The Naboo Sith Order had grown somewhat in its size and strength, allowing Zeta's plans to commence forth, just as he had expected them to, finally allowing the Zabrak to concentrate on other plans of importance.

For a few months now Darth Snack's apprentice had gone undetected, disappearing from view for a short time. He liked the thrill of showing up about the galaxy when he was least expected to.

He'd given Sadow his word that he would be back, Khar Delba had not seen the last of him, nor had Sadow.

There were not many that could get past the heavy load of Massassi that guarded the gates to The Dark Circle's residence; its temple of darkness, but Zeta did manage to see his way there.

Allowing his presence to be felt across the land, the Zabrak, offering no means of a threat, called upon Sedriss Sadow.

Greetings... Sedriss Sadow. It is time that we meet again.

Deep in his hidden chamber, beneath the vastness of Primus Goluud, Lord Sedriss sat in meditation, enveloping his spirit in the vast blackness of his heart. Like a unwanted interuption he heard the words of the interloper, causing him to open his sadistic eyes.

The dark lord never appreciated interruption and many had died because of this, yet the one who spoke now was an enigma, possibly an ally, perhaps an adversary. Regradless, Khar Delba would be the grave of any who challenged him, either by his blade or that of the Triumvirate.

Many disputed his claim to Dark lord of the Sith, yet Sedriss cared not, for it was ordained by the darkness and Naga Sadow himself. Sedriss could not escape his lineage and he would never shirk from his duty. No matter what the odds, none would take his title, since it was given to him by the three, men of great power and wisdom, a group that many overlooked when confronting him.

I knew you would return, yet I do not know what you intend to accomplish, since I am in a secure location and the Triumvirate is the governing faction here. Tell me Zeta, what is it that you ask of me?

Waiting for his force message to be answered, Sedriss Sadow smiled.

A cynical gaze fell across Zeta's face as Sadow's words touched his mind. The response that reached him was just the reaction Zeta had anticipated would come from Sedriss.

There came a moment of vacillation from Zeta as he mused over the reply that he would give. He wanted to be sure that the message that he would be conveying was as precise as he could make it. Once he was sure of his message, the Zabrak let go of his hesitation, producing forth words that had been both deliberated and calculated.

Forgive me, Sadow, I seem to have given you a slight miscommunication. It was not my intent to be so obscure. Allow me to reiterate to you again so that you may have a clear and cut understanding of what it is I have come for. I wish to speak with Sedriss Sadow.

It was clear that Sadow could not differentiate the difference between Sedriss Sadow and the Dark Lord of the Sith. Zeta on the other hand, had a clear understanding of both. Sadow was whom the Zabrak wanted to speak with, not the Dark Lord.