Mandrake stepped out of the shadows that were behind Tyr. He stood there behind him, completely concealed by his black robes. His face was not scene by anyone, only his figure stood there. His strength, that he had recieved during his training, was forged from from the darkside of the force. He was ready for anything that may happen. He looked at Tyr and an evil grin came across his face.

Mandrake spoke,"Tyr, what are you doing?

Mandrake stood there, waiting for a response from Tyr.

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The sewers were dark, naturally. The dank, clammy walls were occasionally covered with slime, here and there a crack had spawned hideously malformed lichen, which grew down and brushed the heads of those daring to traverse the pipes. The floor was covered in a thick layer of sludge; a thin stream of liquid trickled down toward the exit hole, carving a groove in the top of the soft sludge. The exit hole was long gone from view, and the two Shadows were required to use their glow-lights to navigate without breaking their abstinence from the Force.

They paused occasional, and examined a datapad closely. Emitting microwaves, the pad aided them in navigating the pipes, which had yet to turn, twist or bend in any way.

“How long until we reach the junction?” asked Mat as he wiped a bit of misplaced sludge off of his clothing.

“Five minutes.” Replied Tobal. “Then up, straight up. Do you have your grapple ready?”

“Yah.” Replied Mat, flashing his glowlight to his belt.

“Then,” said Tobal examining the datapad closer, “We have a labyrinth to navigate.”

“Goody.”

“Yes. Shall we continue?”

Like wraiths the two continued, and in moments the only sign of their presence was the disturbed mire.

A comlink appeared in Dravin's hand as he followed the demon overlord through the hallways. Raising it to where is mouth was under the armor, he clicked a small button the cylinder-like communication device and began to speak.

"Attention," his voice came out over the loudspeakers across the installation, "Intruders have infiltrated the facility. All Massassi Warriors be alert, any intruders you see, kill them on sight. No quarter shall be given."

He then switched over to a secure channel, which connected to a comlink located in a small room deep inside the main command chamber. "General Krill, dispatch your armored patrols throughout the facility. I want them in every hallway and around every corner." The Sith Lord paused in consideration, but continued. "I also want the Massassi in sections 32-98 to be released."

"Understood, sir."

Dravin shut the comlink down and stuffed it into his robes, and replaced it with one of his lightsabers. A dark smile crossed his lips as he followed the demon overlord. The Jedi would have a hard time dealing with the new and improved Massassi from the reserve sections. The warriors from that stock had a stronger connection to the Force, and could be considered on a par with a Jedi Knight in ability and strength. A hard time for the Jedi indeed.

"I am many things to many people. I am the brother of your sworn enemy. I am the High Priest of the Sith. I am Diete Somir, Lord Maim, Priest Sadow, and Talshida. I am the guardian of the after-life and the protector of the faith. I am darkness incarnate. I am the symbol of your destruction."

The High Priest of the Sith moved slowly, circling the man before him.

"Baas, decendant of Vodo Siosk Baas. His death was unimortant as he faced down an enemy he knew he could not defeat. Perhaps you wish to follow in his footsteps?"

The High Priest chuckled as he continued to slowly circle the man. His staff clicked against the ground, the only marking of the passage of time. The hood of his robe fell to his shoulders on it's own will and the face of the Jedi's enemy was finally revealed.

The same face which had attacked the Jedi's own children. The same face which would be his destruction.

"I have heard of you. Nothing important really. Tell me, Jedi, how are your children? Would you like to see them? I could bring them for you."

The High Priest began to swirl the tip of his staff in a circular pattern. The swirling created a vortex through time and space and opened a window to another place. A window which showed the Jedi's children on a distant planet.

"Perhaps I should just pull them through and kill them to save them the pain of your death."

Odon listened to the perverted creature speak, trying desperately to weave his magic over the jedi master. His robes and his titles were of no importance to the jedi but the face of the foe was.

So. You are the brother of the dark lord. He felt my blade many years ago when he tried to take my children. It would be wise for you not to tempt that fate again.

The sith priest summoned his darkside magic, revealing a portal in time, showing Jorryn and Nashira on Ruusan, tempting Odon;s anger.

My ancestor destroued Exar Kun in the end creature of darkness. Today, I will do the same, eliminating this cruel facility from this moon. I ask you to leave now, for I shall not warn you again.

With the force, he bathed the sith in warm currents of the lightside, causing the vision to fizzle out.

Make your decision, I have work to do.

Baas found no road for his currents of the light to travel. All paths were blocked by the seemingly endless supply of Dark Force enery which flowed from the High Priest.

"You wish these Massassi destroyed? So be it."

The High Priest extended his arms towards the sky, dark power crackling at his finger tips. Withing moments an almost palpable feeling of death lingered upon the room as the bodies within the cloning chambers, and those in the near area, dropped lifelessly. The massassi had been drained... INTO THE HIGH PRIEST!

His power swelled as the life forces of each of these creatures was devoured inside himself. He turned his gaze once more upon the Jedi Master, staff in hand and glowing with a raging crimson flame.

The portal, which only closed so that he could drain the massassi of their energies, reopened once more. A ball of liquid fire formed from the end of his staff and plunged into the opening, striking the boy - center chest.

"You have tempted fate this day, Master Baas, let us see how you deal with the outcome."

The visage of Sedriss rose from the throne, floating effortlessly to the strange intruder. A wicked grin crossed the Dark lords face as he stood impassively, watching and waiting.

You are a fool to think my inner compound can be comprimised so easily. The shadows are weak, as are you infidel. I sense your heresy but I am suprised you know nothing of my heritage. To know me would have saved you.

The image of Sedriss dissappeared, vanishing into the nothingness of the darkside. The fool jedi was now trapped, alone, deep inside a fortress filled with horrors. A cold mind forced itself into the mind of the shadow jedi, filling his mind with dread and now hate.

You see, I am Sedriss Sadow, the heir of Naga, a master of illusions and deception. I have lured you into your tomb and now I forsake you for the heretic you are. I would like you to meet my hand; Darth Neradia. If you live, it will be a miracle, yet, if you do, I will consider allowing you a place in my order.

Concealed doors opened, spilling massassi and a hidden figure clad in black. Now this master would feel the wrath of Darth Neradia.

A loud, sinister laugh rang throughout the chamber. Out of the shadows a mysterious figure appeared. He was dressed in completely black clothing and had brilliant red hair.

You are a damn fool to enter.

The massassi rushed into the room from every direction and raced toward the Jedi. At the sound of a whistle and the wave of a hand, Neradia, stopped the advance of the massassi.

Surrender now or your life shall end

Neradia had a sick and twisted smile on his face. He reach up to his neck and untied his cloak. He tossed the cloak on the floor next to him. He rested his right hand on his lightsaber and awaited the Jedi's response.

Twin blades of hard light energy radiated within the Master's hands. His aura burst brightly, shimmering across the expanse of the chamber. Calling upon powers he normally keeps hidden, his unseen hands of the Force enter the bodies of the entering Massassi warriors. Squeezing upon their brains, they soon hemorage and begin to spill blood from their heads. Falling to the floor in a mass of dead bodies, the odds are now made even.

"Tisk, Tisk.. why must you bring friends? Afraid to do this on your own?"

Odon felt the pain inside as he saw the priest strike his son with the fiery ball of dark energy. Focusing on the training he endured as a youth, he opened his eyes, giving the sith a calm and serene gaze.


Your taunts will fail, as have all sith threats and orders. By your very nature you are destructive, falling prey to your own sick designs. The massassi are life, yet you take them so capriciously. As a jedi master I ask that you repent your crimes and come back to the light.

Shrugging off his cloak, Odon Baas prepared himself, for one way or another, he would destroy that facility and no dark priest would stop him.