He made himself more comfortable, placing his hands behind his head. He looked at the Massasi who stood in front of him, each identical to the other.

Clones....

There were a few caughs from one of the cells around him, followed by some muttering. Silus merely closed his eyes. He didn't know how long he would be down here, but he figured that he would at least get some rest.

Khar Shian.

Suddenly he felt Jade reply, her position momentarily revealed as she communicated with her Master and Dakkon quickly turned towards her. Claire trailed him closely as he ran unerringly towards his endangered apprentice.

Dakkon breathed a sigh of relief as he felt that she was with Kamon. That should be more than enough protection... But wait, wasn't the point of this to do as much damage possible? He mentally shrugged, charging ever onwards through the boring administration area of the cloning facility.

Jade, i am almost there. Be ready to move, i'm looking to finish off this facility asap.

His lightsabre was reclipped to his belt and two more ornate weapons were pulled out, Shadow Jedi relics from a tomb on Clak'Dor V. They ignited seamlessly, white light emanating from the sprinting human as he neared Jade, the cacophany of fighting guiding him to her.

With a wave of his hand, Xireon levitated the corpse of Matrim Cotl into the air. It followed him like an obedient dog as he continued through the sewer. The corpse followed, a few feet off of the ground.

At a junction, Xireon waved his hand again, and the corpse went off down a different pipe. Instinctively, he reached out in the Force, tapping the mind of the Achrion soldier guarding the Crimson Tide, ordering him wordlessly to retrieve the body.

In minutes, Xireon had followed the the sewer pipe down through numerous twists and turns, into the cloning facility. He pulled himself up, out of the drainage grate, and glanced about the basement of the grand structure. He could sense others inside.

Why do you run to your friends, Jedi? Is a Jedi not supposed to be self-sufficient? Come, and face me.

Alright. I shall wait for you here. Then I will go with you where you need to go next.

Jade snarls loudly and Sumohn jumps out of the darkness next to her. Growling a loud order, the female sand panther snaps her jaws shut on Sith who are coming at them, giving Jade a chance to kill them. In a matter of moments, both the huge cats teeth and claws are red with blood.

Master Dakkon has arrived said his mind, in a cold tone. It is time to finish this, and leave.

Agreeing with himself with a nod, Tobal turned on his heel and began a swift jog away from the main cloning faculty. He still had one destination left, one mission to accomplish.

The snow was crunchy, and didn’t feel cold at all to his thermal protected body. Running revived him slightly, and made him think about Mat. Dead. Dead. He would have to mourn later, now there was work to do.

Letting the force surge through his body, Tobal sped up, his speed increasing beyond his normal top velocity. Through here, somewhere here, maybe over there? He let the force guide him toward a large concentration of bodies some miles away. Increasing his speed even more, to the fastest speed the snow could sustain without giving in upon impact with his feet, Tobal ran.

*Janus had been meditating, figuring out the intricasies of the newest spell he had learned, when the alarms went off. He immediately woke from his trance, and opened his door. He ran off down the hall, because, ere the alarms went off, he senced a presence, one in which he would enjoy a battle. As he was running down the hall, 2 Jedi appeared infront of him. Before they could make a move, bolts of pure dark force lept from Janus' eyes and struck the Jedi. They fell, their skins whithering and turning black, dying hideously painfully.*

"I wish I had time to play, but I do not, enjoy your senseless death!"

*Janus ran on past the dying bodies and into the hanger. In the hanger were about 5 more Jedi. Luckily he caught them off guard. His saber was in his hand in a matter of moments, and he sliced through 2 before they knew what was happening. The others turned on him sabers ready. He seldom faught 3 opponents at the same time, but he would have to. His saber caught that of anothers, and from his mouth issued flames, the Dragon's Breath. The Jedi was incased in flames and burned away. He moved quickly to intercept the new saber flying at him, and ducked the one from the other Jedi. They were both coming at him, this may be difficult. He stuck out a leg, and he tripped one, as he fell, Janus whiped his saber up, cutting the man in half. He stood facing the last Jedi.*

"You sure you wanna play with me son?"

*The Jedi ran at him, saber raised for a strong downwards strike. Janus didn't even raise his saber, instead his hand rose and he shot beams of force lighting into the pit of the Jedi's stomach. The Jedi fell to the ground, and Janus hit him again. Again and again he shot him with the lighting, laughing maniacally as the Jedi screamed. Then he felt the presence of another Jedi coming, and decided he had wasted enough time. He ran to his shuttle, and launched heading to Khar Shian, to fight Jedi Odon Baas.*

Khar Shian

Dakkon emerged to find a Sith Warrior holding Kamon to a standstill. He also saw Jade and her panthers attacking viciously. He smiled inwardly, wondering how his cats were doing, but his demeanor did not change. Growling slightly to himself he charged towards the clashing Kamon.

"Jade, with me. Kamon, you coming?"

As he shouted over the noise of combat, his hands extended unleashing an overly vicious force push into Kamons opponent, sending him toppling backwards. He had allowed Kamon the opportunity to come, but it was his responsability to take it. Would he choose the mission or revenge?

With Jade and Claire at his side Dakkon quickly slammed a remote seismic charge into a hidden alcove before moving deeper into the facility.

Kamon winced as he was burned by his brothers sabers. He fed the pain to the Force and assumed an attack stance. He was just about to strike when his brother was suddenly flung out of the way and Dak was saying something to Kamon.

"I will not go and I am not here for revenge if that is what you are thinking. He is a Sith and all Sith must be destroyed. I will stay, you go ahead."

Kamon turned back to his brother who was just getting up. He assumed an attack stance and prepared to fight.

Zerxes stood from where he had been slammed into the wall. He hurriedly dusted himself off before calling his lightsaber back to him. He assumed his stance.

"You Jedi are all the same. None of you can fight on your own. You all have to help each other. That is your weakness. Compassion is your weakness. It will be your downfall."

(OOC: I figure you want your bro all to yourself, char development or whatever, let me know if thats otherwise. If so, just 'no go, i will stay and guard your backs' or something.)

As he turned to leave, he heard the Sith spit viciously.

"You Jedi are all the same. None of you can fight on your own. You all have to help each other. That is your weakness. Compassion is your weakness. It will be your downfall."

Compassion?


"Hey, @#%$ you!"

Dakkon raged, the full fury of his mindset now apparant to those around him.

"You have absolutely no @#%$ idea what a true Jedi is.

He paused, a sinister smile crossing the Shadow Masters face as he turned fully to face the Sith as he clambered over himself to get up.

"In fact..."

He trailed off, now walking towards the Sith as his Masters lightsabre drifted into his hand.

"... I think its time you learnt what being a Jedi truly means!"

Lightning arched out of Dakkons fingertips, building as it lashed around the room before finally finding its target in the upstart sith apprentice. As the lightning connected it did not stop as was part of the Shadow Jedi Code in regards to the use of darkside powers. Dakkon had long tempered his anger into a weapon, not a device of control and so the code now held no bounds on him. He could see the Siths back arch out in pain as the lightnings tempered blue flash startled the eyes of those in the room. The lightning held itself for a moment, before dying at the Shadow command with a flick of his wrist.

Dakkon walked toward the now crumpled and still smoking form of the Sith. As he breathed, he could taste the overpowering stench of burnt ozone almost bringing him to gag.

"You deem to call the Jedi nothing when you are not even a true Sith...

You are nothing but scum."

The gob of spittle landed square in the Siths back before evaporating in a swirl of heat. Dakkon stood above the Sith, his mind now focused, listening to the force in an effort to take some sort of order out of what was rapidly becoming a deteriorating mission.

Blade extended towards what was now the equivilent of a cage animal, Dakkon awaited a chance to kill the Sith, guilt free.