The Dark Lord replied with malice.

<The Dark Force chooses your destiny, fool.>

At a measure of skill the two were about the same. Fearsons possibly even a bit better with his blade, having such experience that Somir could not fathome.

But the power of the Dark Side was undeniably - nay - unbelieveably strong in this one. In sheer sorcerery Somir would walk all over Fearsons ten times over.

It would be a true test of jedihood if it came to blows.

"We are not friends...you took and corrupted my daughter, you murdered billions, you and your wretchid kind. You are to leave my ship, I want nothing else to do with you."

With that the emperor turned his back boldly to the sith and began striding back to his throne.

The Dark Lord grinned once more..

"Fearsons, you fool. If you believe we have nothing to discuss then you are gravely mistaken. You honestly believe I would have allowed your daughter to return to you? That child you have had with you for the past years is an imposter. Created by me in a cloning chamber. If you want the real thing, ever, you would be wise not to insult or aggravate me."

Jadey smirks now, having heard that line from her kids before to use against her as guilt.

<Maybe for you and for others. I was born a Jedi. I changed it by becoming Sith. I changed it again by becoming Shadow.

Who knows, I may change it again. Only my future knows the truth, and even that can change.>

The Dark Lord no longer chose to answer the 'Empress'. The conversation no longer interesting him. Instead, he concentrated upon the face of Fearsons, expressions soon to change drastically.

The emperor let out a deep throated laugh.

"Your lies will get you nowhere Somir," he said with feigned amusement. When he reached his throne he sat there, facing the dark lord with obvious confidence.

"I know my Arai, I would feel if the one I had was a clone. Unfortunately I have not seen her since her attempt to kill me...how odd it is...do not worry though, you shall return her, I am confident. But for now, you shall depart from my ship, this is my final warning if you wish to leave intact."

The Dark Lord returned the laugh.

"Very well, then the real Arai dies."

Turning upon his heals, he strode from the chamber. Without turning, he spoke to his Guardsmen.

"Kill the woman, and send him the head."

Jadey lowers her saber and holds it in her right hand, happy the 'convo' she had with Somir is over. Who was he to question her anyways?

She a slight growl deep in her throat, she spun around and made her way towards Fearsons. Once she reaches his side, she spins back around to face Somir, reamining at Fearsons side.

The emperor shrugged, lifting one of his hands and causing the air molecules to simply compress around the dark lord's head, cutting off his oxygen supply.

"Now the thing is Somir, I would believe you...if you actually knew where Arai was," Fearsons said calmly.

"However, as it is obvious, your thoughts and feelings betray you. I am no mere padawan, I am not that whore Athena, I am a Shadow Jedi Master, trained by Darth Vader himself. I know more than you seem to want me to."

The Shadow-Jedi's feeble attempt to constrict his airway was easily countered by the Dark Lord of the Sith. Turning, he halted his stride. A cold gaze blanketed his face as the Dark Force gathered around him.

Hands slowly outstretched, the Dark Lord released deadly bolts of Force-powered lightning from his fingertips into the body of Fearsons.

"It is unwise to insult the mate of the Dark Lord of the Sith. And, for future reference, Vader was a week fool who betrayed his Empire.. and himself in the end."