Darkness filled the chamber, seeping fiery currents of the darkside in his veins, channeling his power to a black crescendo. His eyes slowly opened as his mind searched through the force.

Syndell, protect the Super Star Destroyer at all costs. Do not fail me or all we have worked for is in ruins. The one you seek is in the engine room. Use your senses and seek him out.

His mind shifted, feeling the familiar presence of both Dravin Thane and Malice Draclau.

Save the cloning facility at all costs but do it quickly. There is a plan in motion which will deal with these jedi intruders. I know you will do what is right.


A ritual chanting began, beautiful as well as demented, four voices speaking in the ancient tongue. The Dark lord of the Sith and three clones of Malice Draclau were joined by Sedriss's will, enveloping the Massassi on both worlds with their power, enhancing and coordinating their efforts. Slowly but surely the sith minions were gaining the upper hand but one task still remained.

He waited, continuing the incantation, sending one last message to his commander on the ground.

Lord Chaos, begin sterilization procedures. Their were spies in the ranks of the Dark Circle and their crimes must be punished. Do not fail me old friend. If the jedi come to our home..... wipe them out......all of them.

The Dark Lord of the Sith, or former Dark Lord, depending upon who you asked, replied mentally to his 'son'.

"What I am doing is none of your concern. Nor is what Lord Zeta is doing here. We do not answer to you. Now, deal with your internal problems and allow me to do the same."

The Sith Master, like none before him, stood watching Zeta and the others. He had made no attempt to block the conversation from them, instead.. he allowed it to flow openly to the minds of the Sith before him.

With his gaze still on Tyr, He spoke out loud toward the former Dark Lord. He was quite aware of the change within Maim, and he was not pleased.

"You have made a grave mistake... It is of no business of mine what you do.... Yet my intuition tells me that he was not the one and should not have been the one."

The Sith Lord was by no means oblivious to what happened around him... hardly ever. Just like everyone else, he knew that a new Dark Lord had come to rule.

"He was and is not ready... there is quite possibly another who is."

So many other Sith... Yet Sadow had been the chosen one. Zeta could have, if the former Dark Lord had asked him, spilled off many a name. Yet this had been his choice, displeased or not, Zeta respected the former Dark Lord's... mistake.

Malice was finally done with shutting all the bombs down. As his force sense reached further past the room, he could feel the jedi. The demons pure black eyes gazed through his white mask.

*Where do you think you are going jedi*

Before his question was answered, A tingle in the force quickly alerted Malice of danger. Without a moments hesitation, Malice set up a shield around both him and Vengeance. With Vengeance standing right next to him, it was not hard to do so.

The explosion rocked the room. Destroying much of the cloning tubes and machines needed to run them. The shockwave of the blast slammed into Malice's shield. Sending both sith flying backwards. They hit the duracrete wall behind them. Malice's shield holding up halted most of the damage. At best, both sith would get minor bruises.

As the smoke died down, and the flames began to shrink. Malice released the shield. Tossing debris away from them. Standing, the demon overlord dusted off his white robes. Through the force, he sent a message to both Thane and Noktu.

(Watch the cloning facility to the best of oyur abilities. I shall go after the jedi that had done this. They will pay)

With that Malice went off running. Vengeance not far behind. The demon sith masters force signature flaring up as he raced after the jedi. The lightside presense stuck out like a thorn on the moon. Malice would not let him get away with that.

Xireon had pulled the collar back up around his lower face, as he made his way back to Primus Goluud. The fangs were a horrific sort of side effect that his recent transformation had wrought on him; though he was unsure of their significance, they seemed to emerge in times of struggle.

He felt the golden fire within him flow to his bruised and cracked ribs, mending them slowly. It didn't matter what the cost had been; one Jedi Master had been eliminated, and that was what mattered.

It took only minutes to return to the fortress, where a light smoke still billowed from the Dark Lord's ruined chambers. In the courtyard sat a Sentinel-Class Landing Craft -- the Crimson Tide. The ship had once belonged to his father, who had crashed it on Naboo. Jiren the senior had retrieved it but the ship lay abandoned and never rebuilt, until Xireon did so.

The landing plank lowered with a snap hiss even as he approached. Entering the vessel, the reason why was obvious; inside, at the controls, sat what appeared to be a black-armored elite Imperial guard. In fact, it was one of the last few Achrions, rescued from the Battle of Ruusan by Xireon.

"To orbit," Xireon said quietly.

The Sith Master looked to Zeta and then gave a grin.

"I agree fully. He was not and is not ready. However, I did not name him Dark Lord. I merely passed down to him a gift from our family. Now it seems my kindness brings me only insolence from the little whelp. So be it."

The Dark Lord looked around him a moment, then back to Zeta.

"I am looking for a new home, Zeta, tell me.. is your order still accepting members?"

Lord Thane's form emerged from a shadow against the wall to Noktu's right, and approached him, not making any attempt to quiet his footsteps. "Noktu," he said walking past the apprentice, not paying much attention to him.

"These generators are vulnerable to attack." The Sith Lord's eyes darted across the room, as if searching for something. "I sense intruders coming. Quick, hide yourself."

Just as he appeared, Dravin stepped into a shadow and dissolved into it's inky blackness. His presence in the Force vanished just as he had from Noktu's sight, a stealth technique the Sith had perfected over years of hiding.

The Zabrak did not say anything for sometime, his patience for Tyr beginning to grow thin. He believed in a fair fight, but if the Knight planned not to make a move soon... the Zabrak would give the Knight indeed something to report to his master back with. Well... If the Zabrak even gave him the pleasure of reporting back to his master, he knew how much Sadow enjoyed seeing dead corpses and Zeta didn't mind offering the man one of his own gifts.

Continuing to speak to Maim, he gestured to Tyr.

"He approaches me, yet he has not the courage to attack me. What has Sadow taught his people?… Pathetic. You dispose of him. I am tired of these petty games."

Zeta was much too honorable when it came to battle, he could have already disposed of Tyr's miserable existence, but the sorry excuse of a warrior had approached him and as the Zabrak believed, it was Tyr's place to make the first move.

His thoughts drifted onto the Naboo Sith Order.

"My order??..."

The Zabrak chuckled, partly amused.

"... You give me too much credit, dark one. My authority is no more... You have sought answers from the wrong being perhaps."

Zeta was still drifting through the darkness, seeking to find his own rightful place within the galaxy. He would be of no use to the Sith Master.

Hoth

Kamon stood up from his spot on the frozen planet. Of all the places that stupid sith could have sent him, it had to be the frozen world.

It was cold. Colder than anything it should have been. He looked around. He couldn't see anything for miles. Nothing except frozen tundra.

He started walking and remembered he had a homing device for his ship. He hoped it would work at such range. He hit the button and started walking.

He kept one hand on his saber as he was sure there were dangers in the area. Possibly even old droids, probe droids to be exact, that were running rampant since the battle on Hoth. He kept alert.

The Sith Master gestured with his left hand dismissively, Tyr being hurdled by unseen hands of the Force towards a building in far view. Maim did not care weather or not he lived through the crash which would take place, his mind was focused.

Following Zeta, he continued.

"Tell me, Lord Zeta, don't you grow tired of wandering?"