Max recived the orders from Sedriss sending him a message back.

**Yes my Lord, I will not fail you.**

He turned to Gavv.

"We're leaving for Khar Shian immediately."

Just has he turned he rececived the message from Malice.

"Yes sir, they will be there shortly, as will I."

He looked to Baruk.

"Gavv and I are going to Khar Shian, if you need anything contact me."

He turned and ran to a nearby transport and entered the cockpit. The engines hummed to life, and blasted from the hangar. He presses the button for the comm to all the fighters.

((Attention fighters, this is Lord Chaos. I want you all to report to Khar Shian immediately. The jedi are trying to board ships. Blast the hell out of all jedi ships on the ground and any you see trying to flee. Do not let anyone past!!!))

He jetted through space towards Khar Shian.

Eyeing the planet he flew towards it entering the atmoshpere and hid his force presence istructing Gavv to do so as well. He lowered the ship as he searched for Malice's presence. Sensing it he landed the ship and made his way towards his location.

OOC:Malice, where are you, in a building or what?

The High Priest of the Sith raised a hand, a wall of Force repelling his attacker.

"If you only understood that I do not share his goals. He has an Empire to build and run, I have only the religion of my people, and my join in killing yours."

Diete Somir, the Third, gathered to himself an intense mass of Dark Force energies. The chrystals upon his hands and staff began to glow even brighter now, amplifying his inner power and strength.

"You delay me from nothing, for my task is but to toy with you.. then watch you die."

The Jedi Star reached before himself, with both hands, catching the lightning within his palms. Allowing it to dance within his hands a moment, he stretches them once more out towards his enemies, releasing their own power into them. Three smoking carcass' hit the ground.

The Jedi Star seemingly vanishes from the planet, his Force sense just.. gone.

The wall hit him like an anvil, forcing him to the ground. The old man stood slowly, never losing sight of the dark priest. He now saw another, a strange creature with solid black eyes, white hair and flowing white robes.

It seems you cannot do this alone. Very well.....We shall continue this to the end. Your religion is perverted and an abomination on the force itself.

From his robe he unveiled a concussion grenade, hurling it dowrd the newcomer, leaving a crater where he once stood. With a younger mans agility, Odon sliced at the staff, suprised it withstood his weapon.

Tell me sith, where is your brother now? His days are numbered. Already, your incompetence has brought him ruin.

Hanix walks across the planet, searching for his brother. He knew that he had to be somewhere on this evil ground, for he could sense the evil that he had done across this land. Mandrake had something that Hanix and the Praxeum wanted. He had their fathers Holocron. A source of pure knowledge of the force. He knew that Mandrake had most likely already opened it and used it, making him very dangerous. Hanix would have to be very careful and not make any false moves.

Hanix stopped for a moment to try and find Mandrake force signature. He stood there, searching. He found the signature to his right. It was not far from where he was standing. Hanix took off in a run. He was going to catch up with his brother and take back what was rightfully his. Hanix got closer with every second, every breath. He was getting closer to his mission. He was to take back the holocron and bring it home to Ruusan.

Hanix finally got close enough and saw Mandrake. He was now in a fool sprint towards him. Hanix didn't care if Mandrake knew he was there. He would actually prefer it. Hanix wanted to take his brother on. He wanted it to be just the two of them. Hanix finally reached Mandrake and stopped.

Hanix: Mandrake, stop right there. You have something that belongs to me and I want it back.

Hanix stands there, wait fro his brother to respond.

(ooc: Sorry for my lack of posting everyone. I was gone on vacation.)

Without a sound Alex slowly jogs to Hanix's side and notices the sith standing before them Alex looked a the sith a long time trying to figure out if he had seen him before when he had come to the conclusion he hadn't he said to himself in a mumble" this must be darth Mandrake".

Mandrake turns around. He was wearing his cloak and his hood covered his face. They couldn't tell, but he was happy to see them. He had the chance to prove to Lord Sadow that he was ready to become a Sith Knight. He would take on these two Jedi and destroy them.

Mandrake lowered his hood, revealing his heavily tattooed face and the horns that he had surgically placed on his skull. Mandrake felt no pain, he never knew the meaning of the word. The tattoos and horns only proved that. Mandrake's smile was also revealed. The two Jedi could see Mandrake's hatred for them.

Mandrake spoke,"You two Jedi will die for interfering in my affairs. Today will be the end of you both."

Mandrake took off the cloak, revealing his black attire. He unhooked his dual-bladed lightsaber and ignited both ends. He smiled as the red energy beams emerged from the two ends of the handle. Mandrake was ready to spill the blood of these two Jedi. He was ready to kill.

Khar Shian

The shuttle flight was relatively quick, though Xireon's patience had tested by even that.

For the past ten minutes, however, Xireon's mind had been distracted by another dillemma. The death of Massassi warriors echoed out through the Force, in a place where none should have -- the bowels of the cloning chambers of Khar Shian.

The Jedi had been foolish; one of them had allowed his presence to flow become blatantly obvious, drawing on the Force without hesitation or stealth in a moment of shock and fear. As the Crimson Tide sped across the Khar Shian wilderness, the words of Darth Noktu came to him, despite not being their intended target; the location of the two Jedi in question.

Xireon glanced at the Achrion by his side. The black-armored warrior did not glance up at his master, though the Sith knew that the Force-imbued soldier had heard the words. "Where is the nearest opening to the sewer system, which would place us at a point to intercept the two?"

The Achrion began tapping buttons on the Crimson Tide's console. A small, holographic map appeared, and the synthetically-altered voice of the soldier replied emotionlessly, "Nor-north-west, thirty-two kilometers."

"Go, then," Xireon replied. The Sentinel-Class shuttle pulled about, slicing through the air in the opposite direction. Despite the advantage of the Jedi in having to travel a lesser distance, the Sith had a vast advantage in the speed of the shuttle; he had no doubt he would be able to intercept them.

Xireon quietly called out to Noktu in the Force, the lesser Sith easily hearing his words. I, too, will intercept the Jedi... bring your reinforcements as soon as possible.



Just minutes later, the Sentinel-Class shuttle paused ponderously in mid-air, slowly lowering itself to the ground. It's rear airfoils folded together with the central wing above the fuselage, and the landing gear deployed, before the vessel sat itself down gently.

The vessel's landing space was a field next to a small lake, an out-of-the-way location where the sewer system had once spilled into the water. Xireon descended from the landing ramp of the shuttle craft, turning back only briefly to order the Achrion to stay where he was.

Xireon then walked down to the lake and leapt into the open drain. He made his way into the main sewer system quickly, turning a few corners and lighting, within his hand, what appeared to be a small fire. Finding the main canal, the Sith extinguished the fire, and waited in the darkness.

The Jedi saboteurs were in for quite a suprise.

Alex looked at this sith in front of him sensing all the hatred and anger in this one being seeing him pull out his light saber might was a signal for him to do the same after he had drawn his saber he ignited it setting a green glow upon the ice and snow.