"Yes Master" just then an explosion rocked the facility sending Noktu to the ground... when he rose the facility was in shambles with a good 3/4 of the cylinders in pieces.... "@#%$..." when Malice spoke though Noktu knew what he had to do and choses a group of cylinders and disappeared into the shadows and watched them...

Khar Shian

Kale ran. Normally, running was one of his favorite pass-times, but normally he wasn't running from Sith Masters... Kale had re-activated his sound sponge, so his foot-steps went unheard... the downfall, was that he could not hear anything as well... which didn't matter so much, Because Kale reached out through the Force to warn him of any visitors.

Running with both hilts unsheathed, Kale came up on the last group of Massassi to be produced. They felt him come up behind him, and turned, some firing their rifles, others preparing to defend. Kale held his silver blades, one in the right aimed downwards in his hand, the other held traditionally. He blocked several of the blasts, dodged a couple others... the ones he sent flying back barely did anything. Kale ran straight for the first, bringing his right saber up, slicing through the beast's thick skin, severing his head from his neck... Kale stepped up onto the Warrior's now-bent leg, and in one graceful move, spun, slashing with his same sword, cutting the Massassi nearly in half, from left shoulder to right waist. Kale found a clawed fist waiting for him as he came around, and new immediately that this was a battle he could not win. The numbers where to great. Kale knelt, then used the Force to launch himself over the group. As he landed on the other side, he felt the sharp pain in his chest... looking down, his black outfit had been cut, and one of the taller beasts had reached up, clawing Kale as he went over.

Knowing that time was a commodity that he did not have, Kale continued to run. Down the halls and through the corridors, it was only a few minutes... and several other dodged groups of Massassi... that Kale had found his way outside. Normally, this would please him, but on this occasion, Kale found himself being attacked. Luckily, only by one Warrior who had been just outside the main door. The sound sponge absorbed any cry that the Massassi would have bellowed in warning... but the beast was too quick for Kale to dodge. The huge sentient had his hand around the Jedi's neck, nearly snapping it, before Kale was able to bring his left saber up, slicing through the crotch of the evil beast, and ending his cut in its gut.

Kale knew that the Sith was close behind him, and with all the Massassi, Kale had been quick to cut off his touch with the Force. Most facing out, waiting for other intruders, Kale was able to head south, around the edge of the facility. He ran without the help of the Force, knowing that the Sith would catch him... hoping to gain a more equal fight, away from the Massassi Warriors.

Sedriss shook his head at his fathers words, knowing in his heart what was at work.

So be it.........In time these fools will see why the Triumvirate chose me as Dark Lord........in time they will all call me master!

Turning to the three silent clones he spoke angrily, issuing his commands into the communication network if the TDC Fleet.

This is Lord Sedriss, I hereby order the Victory-Class Star Destroyer's, Crimson Death, Agony's Child, Domination and the Ravage to send their fighters to the Super Star destroyer, protecting the shipyards and that ship at all cost. The Star destroyers will move to intercept all incoming and departing ships, placing themselves in hyperspace entry points near Khar Shian and Khar Delba. NO jedi gets out of this system.

Thinking to himself, he smiled, knowing many jedi and many sith traitors would die this day.

To contest our will is to tempt death. Let them choose; the Dark Circle or Heresy!

The Jedi Star landed upon the planet under attack. His shuttle came to rest and the docking ramp lowered. Exiting through venting steam and gasses, the Jedi Master moved, a dark black cloak surrounding him. To the naked eye this man looked to be more a Sith Lord, than a Jedi Master. However, his heart would surely show the difference.

His mind reached out, wrapping around the presense he had felt.

"Dark Lord of the Sith. Come now, met me in open combat. You have attacked an order I serve. You have served with the man I am sworn to destroy. You have defiled a family name which has already been through the sewers of the Galaxy. You have commited countless acts against the people of this galaxy. For these, and many other crimes, you are summoned."

The High Priest of the Sith chuckled, his voice echoing from every part of the chamber. It sounded as though he was moving, when infact it was instead several copies of himself. Dopplegangers which had taken form in different places around the area.

"Let's play a little game, Jedi."

Suddenly one of the copies came running out from where they were hiding, striking the Jedi on the back of the head with an open hand.

"Tag, you're it."

"No. I've grown tired of the ways of the order. One apprentice I need, and that is what I have. I am but a simple being. The power I seek is of the mind and of nothing more. The powers of the mind can also outmatch the greatest of powers, though perhaps not with ease. To answer your question, I'm content with just being wherever I may roam... as I do it freely, without restrictions of any kind. Such things you can't find within an order."

Maim motioned with his hand before him, then clenched a fist.

"You can if you control that order. If you rule over it you can do as you wish, as you please. You and I, together, could conquer the Sith Nations once more and unite them. We could destroy all those who stood before us. I could open your mind to powers it has not even yet imagined and together... we could be omnipotent."

The figure moved slowly through the ice fields, enshrouded by his darkness fueled by his hatred. He had felt the "one" enter the system, landing on Khar Shian undetected. Now this abomination called to him, mocking and threatening him; a decision that could cost him his life. Emerging from the blizzard, Sedriss Sadow looked upon the other man with cold eyes.

I see you have finally come to me brother. Tell me, why do you not join us! Together we could control all! The final decision is yours but I will not allow anyone to stand in my way.

Nathaniel lofted a brow, then a light clicked on inside his head.

He smiled.

"So this is why my brother did not fight your accendance. You are the true heir."

Nathaniel laughed a bit, then circled the other man.

"So, you believe you are a son of Maim, like I. Well, in a way you are right, but in many ways you are wrong. You are a son of Maim, but not the one you think. You are the son of Diete the Third, my brother. Which would make you my nephew. I am suprised they have not told you, or perhaps.. they do not even know. Though I am sure my brother has sensed as much by now."

The Jedi Star stopped, looking upon the man before him.

"Son of the High Priest of the Sith. An interesting birthright, though I see you take more after my father than your own. To consumed with power and glory to see the true path. To consumed by your own hatred to see the thruth that lay before you. Do you honestly believe that if you had been anyone else my brother would have accepted you as the Heir of Sadow? There can be only one Heir each generation. The first born son of the first born son. You are the first born of my brother, Diete the Third, who was also the first born of my father, Diete the second. I wonder how you did not also come to be named Diete. Perhaps your mother, or.. perhaps my brother did not know of you."

The Zabrak chuckled lightly, amused that the Dark Lord could not see what he could.

"You do not need me to gain what you desire, dark one. You are already far more powerful on your own. There is nothing that is off limits to you, look around you. If you so chose, you could take all that was here, and without my aid. You have the power to destroy what has been created."

The Dark Lord could amend his mistake.

"It is not too late."