A specaled hall of remarkable beauty with almost crystalline qualities aligned the great passageways of the mighty Rogue Imperial palace upon Despayre. Deep inside these halls, where the emperor and Tabris had had their very wedding...stood he, holding before him a mighty and dreaded looking lightsaber, his PeFauna guards flanking him holding one a cloak the other an augulette.

Dak Blackblade knelt before him, eyes glued to the ground.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> As he knelt beneath the Emperor he had served since leaving the Academy, Dakkon could not help feel pride at his accomplishments. But his training quickly quashed any such feelings that went against his now strict moral code as a Guardian.

Awaiting his Master, he cleared his lungs, focusing his mind for any task his Master would present him.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Finally the emperor lifted the lightsaber outward. In unison with the gestures, he spoke.

"Fleet Admiral Dakkon Blackblade, after years of service to the true order of the galaxy, the Rogue Empire, and your unwavering support for the Order of the Shadow Jedi," he began, his voice tickling the acoustics of the room, however his voice was hoarse, and his normally smoothe features were withered and old now, "the Shadow Jedi Coucnil has deemed you worthy of becoming a sovereign protector of our neutralic laws.

"Therefore in such you are hereby deemed worthy of the title Shadow Jedi Knight, and Shadow Jedi Guardian, after successfully completing your training and offering nothing but wonder to our order." A cough escaped his cankered lips. "Wear your new lightsaber with pride, as you shall your cloak, and your augulette."

Dakkon rose, taking all objects in hand, never letting his eyes leave the ground.

"Know now the hardships you shall face as a Shadow Jedi, you shall ever be forced to enforce balance, and shall forever be required to act morally in our terms rather than your own. Welcome now to the Shadow Jedi, and may your righteousness forever lead you down our path.

"Welcome to us five new members and your title amongst the Braxant Sector shall be yours Admiral Blackblade. Congradulations."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> As his Master and Emperor announced the promotion, Dakkon swepted into a deeper bow, before rising up slightly to accept his new garb.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Thank you my Master, may i always strive to uphold the ideals of the Shadow Jedi Code and maintain the Guardian Sects way of life.

May my efforts to maintain the balance be forever successful in the service of my leige and the Force. Thank you again Master."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Dakkon dropped again to one knee, his eyes still bowed, and awaited his Masters reply.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->