Malice merely glared at the jedi. His words going unheeded from the demon sith.

*Defend the force if you will. For you shall fail*

Without warning, The demon sith attacked. Thrusting a hand up, Odon was knocked back by a wall of snow that had risen right infront of him. The very next thing the jedi would see, was the sith master holding a Cylinder object in his hands. A duel bladed saber.

Both blades were also white, making it nearly impossible to see against the background of the snow. This jedi would have his work cut out for him.

-----------------------------Kale------------------------------------

from behind the jedi, 10 TIE Defenders appeared. Each one trying to get a lock on the overlord ship. 4 of the TIE's let lose a salvo of concussion missiles, while the rest did a salvo of blaster fire.

They would make sure the jedi would pay. And should he make it past these 10, there were more heading his way.

--------------------------------Silus---------------------------------

Syndell grinned at the man.

*Comfy, why yes i am*

Pulling back her saber, she clipped it to her belt. Moving back towards the end of the ship, she reached out a hand towards Silus. Instantly he felt a strong grip over his groin area. A sleek sadistic grin over the sith mistresses face.

*Just so you don't try anything funny. I want you to land near the complex. That is where my brother is*

Silus nodded.

"As you wish. We'll be there shortly."

As they became closer to the complex, Silus gazed out of the viewport. Smoke rose from a few sections, and he had a birds-eye view of what seemed like battle in some areas, but it was hard to make out.

"Well, it seems that I'm not the only one causing trouble. Come take a look."

Syndell also looked out the window. Anger covered her face as she saw what was going on. She knew there were lightsiders on Khar Shian. She could sense them. But she did not know they had cause such damage. Massassi lay dead everywhere. The cloning facility was badly damaged.

"damn jedi. Alright fly over. I can sense my brother near"

As they flew over Khar Shian, Syndell sensed her brother. He seemed to be fighting with a jedi. Grinning, she pointed to the spot in which she could see them.

"Over there. When we get close i want you to fire. My brother is the one in white, so aim for the other guy. These jedi will pay"

He noticed the woman's change of emotion as he moved the ship closer. He moved his gaze to where she pointed. Two men stood there, both with lightsabers drawn.

"As you wish," he said upon her command. He wasn't in any position denie, so he turned the ship toward the man, and prepared to fire its weapons.

The two Jedi could now be easily sensed sprinting down the murky corridor of the sewer system, their presences foolishly open to the Force. The darkness of Xireon's particular segment of the waste system was such that the two were completely invisible to him -- but he hardly needed to see them.

Even through the pitch blackness, he could feel them both barreling down the sewer, fear pumping adrenaline through their veins. He felt them come closer and closer... within a hundred meters... fifty... twenty...

And then, suddenly, without warning, the darkness of the sewer was cast aside. It took the disoriented Jedi several seconds to realize what had occured -- that the stones littering the ledges on either side of the sewer's main canal had errupted into bright flames, illuminating the inky blackness.

And before them, stood a great, hiddeous creature such as neither had ever seen. Somewhere between life and death rested the body of Xireon Jiren, an inhumanly-thin, bony corpse with blue skin of varying thickness, and claws sprouting from his hands. His body was clad in only tattered rags, the collar of his shirt pulled about the bottom of his face.

"Oh, dear," Xireon said, "What have we here? A pair of Jedi, caught, it would seem, in a game far out of their league."

The Sith raised his hand, and pointed a clawed finger almost lazily at one of them -- the companion of the long-haired one -- and from it sprang a line of golden fire, flying out and striking the Jedi squarely in the chest. The burning lance sent the man (who was in truth scarcely more than a boy) flying backwards into one of the sewer's walls.

Light exploded all about the two Jedi, and they pulled up short their feet grasping for traction in the slime. It took a moment for them to realize what had happened, fire was burning out of the stone sidewalks, burning from apparently nothing at all.

"Oh, dear," rasped a dry, low voice, emanating from a hideous thing before them. "What have we here? A pair of Jedi, caught, it would seem, in a game far out of their league."

Tobal glanced to Mat, and their eyes connected. This was what they had feared. The being before them raised a hand, if you could call it a hand, and a beam of fire lanced out from one of the claws. Flashing forward, it struck Mat in the chest and sent him flying back before he had a chance to protect himself. Arms and legs flailing for balance, his back connected with the slanted sewer wall with a sickening thud, the fire licking at his clothing before letting him fall face down in the slime. The wet sludge snuffed out the flames burning on his clothing, and he turned his head with a moan and a cough.

Tobal returned his eyes to the … demon before him. “What do you want, sith” he spat out while he mentally prepared. Behind him he could hear Mat struggling to get up, the amount of sludge he was sloshing telling the young Shadow his companion was very, very disoriented.

Arkan explored the quickly ruining Clone Facility. He was anxious to take on the Shadow Jedi who seemed more military shock troops than investigators for the Jedi Order. The ysalimiri was hidden away in one of the many secret compartments of the this structure, although he realized it would quickly pile with rubble on all ends of the corridors from the constant conflict all about. Expanding his sense of the Force through all manners of life-signs, he saw the greens and greys as well as the purples all about, through the greys of the non-Force possessing walls and rubble. The most focused, concentrated forms of the green particles together was the solid structure of the Shadow Jedi.

"Its time to begin..."

Xireon laughed, a rasping sound that echoed throughout the chamber. "Now, now, Jedi," he said, his eyes narrowing for a moment. "Tobal," he added. "That is a harsh tone for one in your situation to use -- no respect at all, really."

Under the cloth covering his lower face, Xireon smiled slowly, and took a few steps forward. "Not a particularly astute question to ask, either, given your current position. I believe," Xireon paused again, "that you've just come from -- yes, from setting some explosives."

The Sith chuckled. "What is it that you believe you've done, Jedi? Do you believe that you can topple the Dark Circle with a few explosives tossed in the basement of a cloning facility? You are a child playing hero, Jedi, nothing more. You don't belong here.

"But, don't think I'm going to let you leave so easily. You have desecrated sacred ground, and, by my duty, I cannot allow you the luxury of leaving. But that is neither here nor there to me." Xireon's eyes had begun to glow their sharp white. "You and I, Tobal Hadul, share a connection that cannot be refuted. The same ancestry resides inside of us, and I wish to... test that. Let us see where your values truly lie."

Clearly, Tobal was left at a loss as to what Xireon meant. "Perhaps you require a villain's exposition? I am proposing that you make a choice, Mr. Hadul, a choice between greed and selflessness, if you will. A sadistic game, you might say, but one you will have to play."

The Sith held out a hand, and yet another sparkling, golden fire appeared in it. "You may choose which of you I kill. Oh, yes, worry not, your friend is still alive. Now, the decision is yours; prolong his life, or your own? It's your choice, Tobal; him or you. If you don't choose, you both die."

As the fire once again began to shine on the sith’s hand, Tobal stared in disbelief at the creature. The same ancestry resides inside of us…

Behind him Mat seemed to regain his balance, though Tobal was unable to glance back to check. The sound of a lightsabre igniting confirmed his suspicions; his friend had recovered somewhat.

“I say we take it down.” Rasped Mat in a voice surprisingly similar to that of the sith’s. The sound of his footsteps as he came forward were unsteady at best, and Tobal could tell his friend would not last long in any sort of fight.

“I say we kill it, right now.” Continued Mat, his voice gaining a dangerously dark edge to it. The Sith watched the two Shadows with what Tobal could have sworn was humor in its pupil-less eyes, the yellow glow of fire growing incrementally.

“I say we gut it, right here.” Said Mat, his breath coming in a painful wheeze. Tobal dared a look to the side, and saw with sadness an unnatural blue light glowing in the eyes of his friend.

“No Mat..” he whispered. “No…”

His friend didn’t take his eyes off of the Sith as he spoke, the blue light in his eyes becoming stronger. “What, wait so you can sacrifice yourself and let me go?” A painful cough wracked Mat’s frame, and he spat blood. “I’m dead Tobal. He’s already killed me, I can feel it.”

With a wild cry, Matrim Cotl leapt toward the blue Sith, his green lightsaber humming with a vengeance, the blue light in his eyes becoming tendrils of electricity, which lashed out, seeking a target. Always suspect to temper, Mat had been pared with Tobal in the hopes that the tribal’s relative lack of emotionless surges would even him out, and keep the young man from his darker self. They had been wrong Tobal realized, Mat would never even out.

“GO!” screamed the flying Mat, as the burgeoning electricity surged into a full-scale force attack, controlled with abandon by the airborne Shadow.

Kamon suddenly saw clearly. He wasn't on Hoth. It was all an illusion. As he realized that, the illusion turned to Mist then reverted back into the TDC moon.

Kamon blinked once or twice. The scenery change made his eyes hurt. He rubbed his eyes quickly, then called his lightsaber to his hand. He looked around.

He was standing on the edge of a rather tall building. He looked down and silently thanked the Force that he had woken up when he did.

He noticed many people in the streets. Not to mention many Massassi. He felt like fighting a Sith at the moment, and he lept off the building. Landing lightly on the ground, he surveyed the area.

There didn't seem to be anyone watching so he started walking. He really wanted to find the one that had played the nice illusion on him, but he would let the Sith come to him.