Kamon stepped in front of her and ignited his white blade. The white blade is regarded as one of the strongest in the galaxy. Lucky Kamon had trained with it.

"Don't thank me at all, and this fight is mine. I will face my brother."

Kamon assumed an offensive stance with his white blade pointed straight at Zerxes. Kamon smiled at him.

"You will do nothing to her. She is of no concern to you. Your concern is with me, brother."

Zerxes clasped his hands behind his back. His lightsaber was ignited and it protruded from both sides of his body.

"No concenr of mine, eh? Every Jedi is a concern of mine. Your people will die by my hand. My Master will see that I become strong. I believe you know who Xireon Jiren is."

Zerxes removed his lightsaber from behind his back and assumed an offensive position. His gual red blades hummed softly with the sound of death. Zerxes began to creep forward.

"I am stronger now brother. It is time to face your destiny."

Max ran towards where he felt Zeta and Malice stopping when he reached them.

"Zeta, I am here to greet you. I am Lord Chaos."

He looked to Malice and bowed.

"Greetinga overlord."

Zeta's gaze immediately fell upon Chaos as the Sith came to greet him.

"No need for formalities, Chaos, I know who you are."

He did not ask Chaos who had sent him; it was not his business.

It seemed many of the Sith were coming upon him on this day, not being able to know of his true intentions. Easily this was made so in the way that the Zabrak stood, simply taking up space.

True, he'd broken a rule, coming upon the land when he was forbidden to do so. He had yet to figure out why, he'd been of no threat to anyone when he had first set foot onto The Dark Circle to investigate the new breed of Sith, all of which he noticed, lacked any sort of respect for him, including Malice.

He remembered when he had come to Hethrir's lounge, how quite a few of the Sith had talked down to him, as if he were nothing.

Blinded by greed and power, all of them... Foolish Sith.

As for Malice... The Lord could not have helped but not suppress his feelings toward Malice. Malice had just... walked away. His loyalty... vanished.

He'd simply wanted answers, and he had gained none. What he had gained was insolence.

These new breed of Sith... treated him as if he knew nothing, as if he were nothing.

... And in turn he was supposed to give them his respect? Not likely...

... To give respect was to earn respect. He could not give his if he had not earned theirs', obviously.

The Dark Circle had much to learn... much to learn.

Khar Shian

He watched. One of the massassi in the clearing before him flicked his head about suddenly, perhaps confused by the massive emanations of darkside power that were being spent around them. Past the clearing lay a route into the cloning facility. He had weapons, he had explosives, but until now could not use them. Would not use them. Suddenly Dakkon smiled, now he could act.

Earlier

The Shadow had landed, but it did not appear anything of note. Hidden and disguised from those around them, Dakkon and and his apprentice, Claire Mason, had indeed arrived with the sole purpose, for now, of being to observe. They had moved quickly, quietly and unerringly towards the bigger bursts of the force as Shadow and Jedi had assaulted the Sith.

Now

But now, now they had watched enough. They could only learn so much until they themselves joined the fray.

Dakkons face grew intent as he signaled to his apprentice. Within moments the Knight was by his side, lightsabre clenched eagerly in her hand.

Are we ready?

Dakkon nodded forcefully, before turning in his crouch and bolting towards the two Massassi warriors who stood guard. As they turned towards him, his right hand shot out, their heads suddenly stopping as a look of utter stupidity covered their face.

Weak of mind, these creatures lack the one asset to truly fight anyone.

He snarled viciously as he closed, an ornate lightsabre arcing out with a flash of irridescent purple, the nearest massassi dropped in a burst of sinew. His partner roared in confusion, looking to charge an invisable enemy before he two fell in a rain of purple blows.

Raising himself to stand, Dakkon called to Claire.

"Lets move out."

He ran through the clearing, Claire catching up to him as he reached the door. Using his lightsabre as a utility tool, the Shadow Jedi Master quickly cleaved through the door and stepped onto the threshold. They ran quickly as Dakkon reached out trying to search for his comrades.

Jade and Tobal, guide me. I am ready to fight.

Not bothering to wait for Odon, Malice stared at Syndell. With her, she had a male of sorts. Looking down upon him he looked right back at his sister.

*This is no time to satisfy your needs Sister. We are at war can you not see. Dispose of him and then go after the jedi*

Syndell merely smiled at her brother. Moving her head side to side, Syndell only laughed. Her Black and Silver streaked hair falling nicely down her shoulders.

"He is not my playtoy dear brother. And i know very well we are at war. Which is why i have him. He has tried to destroy our beloved ESD. The very one we worked so hard at building to lead our fleet. I have stopped him fro utterly destroying it but it has done some damage. Therefore i decided to let you decide his fate"

Placing a hand on Silus's shoulder. Syndell ran her other down the side of his face. Her soft silk and leather glove giving contrast to the snowy enviornment they were now in.

Malice glares at the man. Lifting his double bladed white saber, he was just about to stab the man. But stopped suddenly. Without any warning, his saber shuts off and is clipped back to his belt. Turning away from the two, Malice speaks over his shoulder.

*Get him to Khar Delba. Lock him up then return and help deal with the jedi Syndell. We shall deal with him later*


Not bothering to wait for a reply, Malice's form seemed to melt within the surroundings. Arkan had contacted him via the force. Using his senses, he knew Arkan was facing someone he could not deal with alone. The demon sith master felt he should go and even up the score.

Within moments he had arrived. Just in time to see Arkan fall to the snow. Looking at the jedi.....or what appeared to be a jedi. Malice spoke rather calmly.

*And what might you be doing here? It would be wise for you to leave. You do not want to face the power of the darkside........Shadow*

Yes Malice could tell. He had delt with quite a few in his time. The force signature was unmistakable. But like the rest he would fare no better.

Hanix moves his lightsaber up with complete graces. Mandrake's and his lightsaber collide and you can hear a crackle from the two lightsabers as they stay connected together. Neither of the two would back down. Hanix was ready to get his father's holocron back fromhis brother.

Hanix: I will have that Holocron, Mandrake. There is nothing that you can do to stop me.

Hanix pushes Mandrake away and swings his lightsaber at him from overhead. He then quickly moves his foot behind Mandrake so that he can trip him when he blocks the attack.

Mandrake watches the attack coming at him, but he stays mindful of the force. He senses that oncoming sweep and leaps into the air. He moves one of his blades up and blocks the attack. He lands on his feet and looks at the two Jedi.

Mandrake spoke,"You will have to do much better then that my brother, if you plan on defeating me."

Mandrake jumps back and looks at the two Jedi. He just smiled and began to pace back and forth, twirling his lightsaber. He looks at the two, his eyes burning red with anger, frustration, and hatred. He began to approach them, slowly at first. Then he goes into an all out sprint. He tries to sweep Alex off of his feet while making an uppercut swing at his brother, Hanix.