Slavatio's massive form slowly rose as the Sith Overlord approached. His body seemed to shimmer a bit, absorbing what was left of the energy upon it. His hands now held two metalic cylinders, their vibrant blades snapped and hissed as they activated.

"Very well, Sith Overlord, come and get some."

Slavatio once more took an odd battle stance, and awaited his Sith foe.

In quick response, Arkan brought his left arm up to intercept and block.

In quick response, Arkan took off his black Sith robe with the aide of some force without Force. The Ysalimiri slithered onto Arkan's neck for a moment to avoid being thrown aside, then put itself latched to his right shoulder.

"As you see, Mister D'Nubra... I am not your normal weapon of the Force... I am more."

(Enter dramatic surprise music... or just "Duel of the Fates")

Arkan Tir-Dann, the man who everyone considered fallen, was adorned with the very equipment that were primarily utilized in slaying the Jedi not too long ago. Black voduun crab armor, resilient to lightsabers and blaster-bolts; two amphistaff creatures coiled on his torso and left shoulder; and the only thing that could be seen of anything behind was a semi-bulbous figure... a personal dovin basal, capable of sensing and controlling gravity.

"Come, Jedi. Fate awaits you."

With a flick of the wrist, while Arkan was one with the creatures on his person, he compelled a strong push of gravity and sent Jedi, Luis D'Nubra flying a short distance away. Still well within the area of the nullifying bubble. Quickly following this, the amphistaff on his torso uncoiled and jumped out, caught by both of Arkan's hands as it straightened out into a staff.

Xireon continued to stride forward, muttering quietly to himself, looking quite mad with his eyes shining their usual pure white. Then, he stopped, and seemed to calm down for just a moment. His lightsabers disengaged and returned to his sides. He breathed deeply, and placed his hands out before him.

"I am done with you, Jedi. This game no longer interests me -- prepare to feel the full wrath of the Dark Side," Xireon said, smiling still. Once again, he reached deep down within him, channeling forth the golden fire, an ancient magic that flowed through him like blood, the last remnant of the Blade of Klain.

Innately, he shaped it in his mind. This Jedi, he thought, this Jedi in league with his father, this Jedi who had already caused him a great deal of trouble, would die here, today -- and he would ensure it. Hate boiled over within him as he thought of his father.

Under his breath, Xireon began to mutter what seemed to be meaningless words. They seemed archaic, anachronistic and strange to the untrained ear. And, floating inches away from his hands, what appeared was equally strange; a small ball of brilliant fire, the heat from which could already be felt throughout the chamber.

The ball began to grow, and as it did so, the ground beneath them began to shake. Xireon muttered under his breath still, shaping the ball of energy before him. In truth, the ball was not a creation of fire, but of pure kinetic energy -- the fire being merely a reaction of this energy. The power of the technique was so immense that it pushed the limits of even Xireon's power.

Finally, the muttering ceased. "Goodbye, Last of the Jedi Shadows," Xireon said. And all at once, the ball was flung forth, head and energy radiating from it. The crackle and hum of the flames was so loud as to be audible all throughout the Dark Lord's chamber.

What happened next was altogether unexpected. The ball, flying so quickly it defied the human eye, stopped before it struck Slavatio, mere inches away, hanging in midair as if deciding whether or not to strike him. The look of concentration on Slavatio's face was intense; soon, the shield he had formed around his body became visible, a light blue tinge in the air.

This was not without consequence. As the two energies clashed, a great buzz filled the chamber, a deep monotone that caused it to shake even more violently. More debris fell from the ceiling, and the immense power involved could be sensed clearly. The lesser Sith in the room -- Neradia and Xireon's apprentice, Legion -- sensing this disturbance, fled with such urgency that Neradia didn't even seem to have trouble freeing himself from the rocks Slavatio had been making a habit of burying him in.

They were right to do so.

The Abyssal Fire spell Xireon had used had a rather unpleasant side-effect; if the user was not careful, the kinetic energy was powerful enough to split atoms, causing a nuclear chain reaction. The kinetic energy had occupied one space for too long, had too much pressure put on it by Slavatio's shield.

Xireon stared at the struggling Jedi, realizing what was to come. "Fool," he said coldly and quietly.

And then, without warning, an explosion massive enough to fill the entire chamber with fire and shockwave went off.



Xireon hit the ground somewhere outside the Primus Goluud fortress, in a meadow that broke his fall at least slightly. His rags, singed by the fire, were even more tattered than normal; his ribs felt as if they had been smashed into a million pieces, despite the shield he'd thrown up at the last second.

The Sith slowly rolled on his side, staring off into the distance. Primus Goluud stood even still. The explosion had not been a true nuclear chain reaction; slowed and contained by the ancient enchantments placed upon the fortress and the Dark Lord's chambers, and weakened by Slavatio's shield, it had been powerful enough only to utterly destroy the chamer, destroying the walls around it and shattering the roof, through which Xireon had flown.

Though the effect had been unintended, it had certainly done the job; Xireon was sure that the Jedi could not have survived the blast, after having held his shield in place for so long.

OOC: Legion and Neradia; I moved you out of the room before the Abyssal Fire spell went nuclear because if I hadn't, you'd be dead. Don't complain.

The massive form of Slavatio did not stir in the least for a bit. It seemed as though the Sith Overlord's thoughts were correct; he was dead.

However, a moment later it began to slowly move.

The strength of Slavatio's defenses had shielded him from the main force of the blast. However, the blast itself had driven him through the floor and again through it until almost his complete body was burried in the soil of the planet. Struggling an arm free he began to push himself up and out of the dirt and debris. His body was tattered, but he would heal.

He looked upon the destruction and concluded that, without the defenses he had had in place, the Sith would not have survived. Moving slowly, he found his way back to his ship and departed to heal and regroup.

Malice turned as he spotted Vengeance come in. Through the force he also sensed Noktu. The knight was sending out a force message.

(Noktu. Come to the generator. Thane shall be waiting for you)

The demon sith looked at Thane.

*We shall be leaving you now lord thane. Noktu will be here shortly. I sense a.....visitor in the room we were just in. Me and Vengeance shall greet him*


Malice grinned sadisticly. Though with his mask on they could not see it. With speed and grace of a sith master, Malice practically flew through the dark shadows that littered the inner workings of the complex. Within no time he had reached the main cloning chambers. With Vengeance not far behind.

The darkside throbbed in his head. Alerting him of the jedi within. Slowly, and calmly, Malice walked around. Speaking out so the jedi could hear.

*You know jedi. It would be more honorable to face me head on. Instead of placing useless bombs to try and stop us. You lightsiders are foolish if you think you can stop us*

Coming up to one of the tubes, Malice grinned. Within it he noticed an odd shaped device. Putting his hand up to it, Malice sent waves of the force into the device. All that was seen was small jolts of electricity pop out of the device. Smoke shortly followed. The sith overlord had shorted out the bombs inner workings. Laughing to himself, He reached out with the darkside. His presense, and mind covering the entire room. Smothering it with a dark, evil feeling.

*I can do this to every single one of these bombs. Stopping you all together. Now, come out and face me*


Through the force, Malice spoke to Vengeance. Whom had just arrived.

(My deciple. When the jedi finally shows himself. Face him. I will deactivate these bombs)

As Malice finished speaking he, went to work. Bombs left and right started to short circuit, becoming nothing more then duds. Within a few seconds he would have shut down all of them.

Syndell had just made it towards the core. But as she walked up to the doors, they would not open.

"Someone must have already came through here"

She turned on her comm and spoke once more.

"I want all guards to form a perimeter around the core section. There has been an intruder in that area. Do not let them get away"

Taking out both her sabers, Syndell plunged them into the hull doors. The metal soon melted. Giving way and opening up an entrance. As she walked in. Syndell was not surprise at all to see bombs set up all over the place. Walking up to one, She placed a hand on it.

"Hmmm, 4 minutes and 40 seconds left. I wonder"

Letting the force flow through her hands. She was about to do something her brother had taught her. The bomb was filled with force energy. The darkside working at the wirese and inner workings of the bomb. Within seconds, smoke rose from the bomb. Showing it was now useless. Grinning she looked at all the others.

"This should be fun"


Reaching out wit both hands. She now began to work. Going at the bombs two at a time. Though she wished her brother was here. Then he could have shut them all down at once. But no matter. She was left with maintaining the SSD. And that she would.

Silus had crawled for some time in the ducts, and he was tired of the cramped space. Upon the chance of coming to another metal grate, he looked down. It led to an empty room. He placed the grate silently aside, and dropped it down. Silus stopped, leaning against the wall. He could he the feet of armored footsteps rush passed him, and then all was silent. He checked datapad again, and his face showed signs of annoyance. The bombs had stopped.

Someone must have stopped it.

But he didn't see how they could do that. He had worked hard to make sure that they would be difficult enough that even the most experienced in the field would have trouble. So how could they, in such a small amount of time, stop them?
He would have to move to his next plan. He lifted the briefcase, and keeping to the shadows, made his way to the engines of the ship.

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He examined the charges again, hidden from the casual eye. He had shortened the timers, and they began their ascent from two minutes. They would not stop him this time.

He exited, and ran at a great pace down the hall, gazing at the datapad until he reached where he needed to go. He tossed the useless object aside, and pulled the lightsaber out once more.

A very useful tool, no wonder it is still used by the jedi after so many years.

He soon began to burn his way through.

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The hole was complete, and he began to squeeze his way through. He was greeted by the sounds of footsteps from either sound of the hall, and he quickened his pace. To his right, five more of the elite guards had appeared. To his left, he spotted some woman, clad in purple jumpsuit, alone. He dived in, and moved to the ships controls. There were only around thirty seconds left on the timer.

The infiltrator disengaged, and Silus moved it away at great speed. He was near a kilometer or two away from the SSD, when three of its engines exploded, taking a small chunk of the ship with them. He did not destroy it, but he at least did some damage. He smiled as he reached over the controls to enter in his coordinates so he could get out of there.

He was stopped when a lightsaber blade ignited in front his neck.

(ooc: Syndell, I believe you have spoken with Sadow?)

Luis stood silently in shock as Arkan revealed himself. He stared in apt horror and awe.
There was no way in hell Luis would be able to deal with this conflict. He had not come equipped with fancy gear, lightsaber blocking armour, or force-nullifying equipment.

He was suddenly blasted back, the wind knocked clean out of his lungs as he landed hard in the snow and rolled for a few meters before halting. Standing groggily he faced his foe once again.

Luis gulped and gave into his fate. Praying for some kind of miracle, he grabbed his lightsaber and held it tightly. If he could kill the Ysalamiri, he stood a chance, but his lightsaber wouldn't be able to cut through that armour.

He blinked and ignited his lightsaber, the sudden snap-hiss broke the silence that surrounded them. He held it in an offensive stance and advanced toward Arkan.

Using all his natural acrobatics, granted after long training sessions, he spun quickly and leapt over the monster Arkan. Attacking with all his speed and all his power, aiming only for one thing. The Ysalamiri coiled around Arkans shoulder.

"Yes master... that is what I will do..." Noktu replied through the force and slowly but surrendly worked his way to the generator... sensing out in all directions for the Jedi he knew were here... just out of his close sense range... as he neared the generator room he used the force to call out to other one in the room... "Thane... I am Noktu I am now entering the generator room..." then as he entered he looked around for this Thane

Kale knelt down in a dark shadow, near the exit that the Massassi had taken to get outside. He held the detonator in his hand, the switch-protectors lifted off of the numerous switches, his right hand against the row of switches. If he were to detonate here, he would be destroyed immediately.

Kale had felt the Sith Master enter with the younger Sith. When he glimpsed the man's face through the shadows, he knew that it was the infamous Malice Draclau. he had never met the Sith, but he had seen the surveillance images. Kale listened to the Sith as the evil being destroyed one of his bombs. He was surprised that it did not go off in his hand, but that was overcome by the decision he would be forced to make. Kale looked at the switches, and ignoring the rest of the Sith's words, Kale let the Force fill his body, pumping into his legs as he jumped up and ran towards the door. He shot out of the room, and when he believed he was close enough, Kale slammed the switches on, immediately being flung forward, and then hearing the explosion. With the one deactivated, Kale knew that the facility wasn't totally unable to create clones, but he had done his job, and now it was time to commence the second step of his mission.

Kale stood, running forward, pulling his datapad with the map out, and following towards the main entrance. He unsheathed his left hilt, and prepared to wage war.

Kale did not know if the Sith had died... he did not wish them to die, but his mission was more important than even himself.