Yue

Ceremonies. Bah. First the food was not needed. To fancy and over done. Then again when in home of the Sith do like the Sith. While he liked bloodshed but he was in no mood for it. The spirit of discovery was abound. That spirit is a slave driver and it demands to be fed. The upside to he ceremony ringing in the new era of the Sith was the ink. It was alchemical in nature. It took a shape desired by its bearer and burned like a mother. It traced itself on the right arm of his body. From hand to half way up his fore arm. It would however not simply mark his body. As a member of the Krath, symbols were common. The pattern upon his arm would now serve as the mark of power. The mark had no special abilities itself and could nothing alone for anyone uneducated or gifted in the ways of alchemy. For Yue though it was a way to channel the force though and active his the alchemic reactions in his own experiments and studies. The tattoo now marked two gifts that the Dark Lord had gifted him. The favors owed to the head of the Sith were stacking up. Hopefully the Dark Lord will accept his research as a thank you. Once he was allowed to leave he took the chance and returned to his lab. His new assistant was waiting with her catalog of subjects and materials. Taking it from her he saw the attached note of the victim he had left in the chamber near by. "Hm it seemed it died. What a shame, he seemed to have such potential. Oh well, he was an unexpected gift anyways." Reading though the list of materials before him his work load was massive. A good point as any for his studies. "Were breaking old ground a new. Pay close attention and document everything I do." His assistant shuffled her glasses and began to document his first of many experiments here on the maw. Walking to his desk he pulled up the information on the runes of elemental control. The first one was simple fire. It was a fun that mimic of an F but was a S though it. Taking chalk he drew the symbol on the ground. According to the information on the rune it was to be place with in a circle then was to make contact with the Krath who bore the mark of power. "I'm about to make contact and star the process. Necromancy was so less complicated." Placing his right hand on the symbol he poured the force into the rune on the ground with all of the slaves to watch as well as his assistant. The force danced along the mark of power on his arm and glowing green before the it touched the circle turning bright orange. Heat then generated from the circle. Good. The heat then solidified into flame and slowly grew. The flame then expanded 3 ft high and if he was any slower would have engulfed the dark sorcerer before he was able to jump away. A female voice sounded concerned. "Master are you ok?" With an angry hiss and venom in his voice. "Of course I'm not. I nearly fried my ass you twit." With a squeak she turned away from him knowing she had angered him. With a sigh Yue placed his left non singed hand on her chin. "I'm sorry my dear. The fire raised my temper. Lets do this again." A smile formed on her lips as Yue walked to his burnt floor. He needed her to love him. Love was a perfect tool to control her. Restarting the experiment once more. Yue used less of the force to start the reaction. Once the flames were formed he sustained them with a trickle of power. The Fire was a low flame as it had a low amount of the force to maintain it. Slowly he rose his hand from the ground and observed that his hand still glowed as so did the flame. Good. It seemed that as long as he had a connection with the symbol the fire would not die. The first step was done. Creating flame with simply the force was done. Now managing and controlling the fire was the next step. The Sith have been able to make the flame with out the use of symbols and alchemy for as long as sith have been able to channel lighting. Controlling and directing it though for more than just short burst of attacks and manipulating it in different directions though was a work of art only the Krath knew and understood. Yue would conquer the elements of the living just as he did the mind and the dead.

Bravado. At least that this new Dark Lord was presenting a lot it. It was during his speech though it was not bravado, but logic and cold truth. While he was not here for the fall of the previous regime, his absence was as much to blame as if he was not present. We feel freely, but we do not act upon those emotions without will! That is what makes us Sith. Not our emotion. Every being in this verse can feel emotion just like you, but it is our will that takes the very Force by the reigns! Without it we are nothing more than animals, fated to merely run our course and burn out like the rest of the pathetic souls in the galaxy! Very interesting. He was citing the basics of their existence as if it was revaluations being offered as a means of salvation to the dammed. He was not full of bravado; he was full of wisdom and courage. He was asking those who dared to stand before him as Sith to rise to what was theirs from the beginning. In return he asked their service and their desire to answer to him. To acknowledge this man as Dark Lord by kneeing. Kneeing was a sign of weakness, you only kneed when in the presence of some one who held the power to make you fear them. Yue feared no man or being in this galaxy, and this one demanded him to kneel. It had been many years since he keeled before any being in this galaxy. It would also be the last time for many years he would do it as well. With a harsh breath and bitter expression on his face he knelled. While he detested this action he still bowed his head. Even though the act of lowering to his knees was humiliating and disgraceful, for now the lord of the dead would pay his respects and dues. The Dark Lord would accept no less, besides being on the good side of the Dark Lord was never a bad thing.

((The following edits are being done as I don't have the time to continue with this whole process. I have a lot to do, and while rather not kill you, congrats your getting out of here early so I don't have to deal with you any more than I have to. )) Time does fly when one is causing great amounts of pain. The call of the Dark Lord could not come at a worst time. It destroyed the tension in the air. If only because Yue knew he could not best the Dark Lord at this moment or period for that matter as he currently was, he placed the needle back on the try and looked at his gift wrapped toy. Damn it all. He had big plans for this toy of his. Sigh. All dressed up and no where to go with it. The Dark Lord did give him the toy to do with as needed and eventually kill him. Well he could at least blame the Dark Lord's own lack of patience if need be for having to rush the process. Staring at the barely awake man before him Yue gave him a once over. The tendons in his hands and ankles had been cut. He was being pumped a serum that severed his connection to the force. He was the living dead. Thinking for a moment an idea came to mind, what if he I shocked him back to life. "I wanted more time to play with you, but the Dark Lord givith, and the Dark Lord has to rush me killing you. You should thank him. After all it would have been very bad for you in the long run. Instead I leave a you a gift. The room is air tight, but the door will be unlocked. If you can managed to get to the door and figure out the code, it will open easily. If you can not though, the nerve gas that is about to enter the air supply in here will kill you. Ta ta for now." Yue exited the room and punched the sequence in for the gas to flood the chamber. He also encoded a randomization program for the room to unlock. Every 1 second it would rotate a possible 15 digit combination. He looked at the guards and told them simply to wait 5 minutes.Once the time is up, go in and lace his body with blaster fire and make sure he is dead by cutting off his head. If they failed him, they would end up on his table. The guards readied gas mask and their blasters. Waving a hand, the Sith lord made his way to the grand chamber where the others in the station had gathered. While he was rushed the Dark Lord did give him a good toy for a few minutes at least. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all. <>

A new station to explore and no where near enough of the time to do it. The take over the ship was bloody of course, but only for the crew. The passengers were all spared...mostly. The select few Yue had branded were separated long before the ship had even began to processed for slaves. Research was to be done, and having the right test subjects would make all the difference. Elisa was proving her worth very quickly. His new assistant was quick to study what was needed and even quicker on its use. At first it was rough. Forcing her to kill her parents took a little pressure. Well not for her father, she made quick do of him with a knife to his neck. It was disappointing how fast she killed her father, but the mother took a little work. The mother had to beg and the Elisa felt the need to try and spare her. It was all very touching. It only forced Yue to slap her once for her disrespect. Elisa learned that displeasing her new master was not a good thing to do. When a person is granted a choice of living or dying, a person should always want to live. If you believe for a moment you can spare some one and still survive, your already dead. That message was burned into Elisa's left check as well as her mind. After that her desire to disobey was not that strong. Her journey to true freedom had started. While she was not able in the force her knowledge of anatomy and her obsession with the occult would be of extreme use in the near future. She followed behind her master going over the manifest of the personal scans of their select stock. An acolyte seeing the cattle drive came to Yue who was now clearly marked as a member of the Krath in his traditional robes and amulet. He hung his head low before speaking and presenting a datapad. "My lord. The Dark Lord has a prisoner under tight guard. He attempted to rebel against the Order and the Dark Lord. Upon arrival I was ordered to find a member of the Krath and have them teach the traitor respect. The pad contains the details about the prisoner as well as his location." Yue took the pad and waved away the acolyte. Reading the datapad, it became clear he could not refuse. With a heavy sigh he turned to his Elisa. "Take the prizes to the prison block. Keep them separate. Set up a special area for our studies. I will tend to this non believer and return to you shortly." She nodded her head and looked up at her dark master. It was clear she respected and adored him, she might even love him. Good, love was a great tool to use. In more ways than one....However work before pleasure, then again one could use pleasure for more pleasure. Walking through the station Yue arrived at the cell where his new toy was being held captive. He looked at the armed guard and kept walking. Entering the room he saw the resistant on each limb and around his neck. The IV attached to his left arm dripped in sedative preventing him use of the force, and a gag preventing him from talking. He was barely awake and that was good. As it stood, it would not take much for him to escape. He wasn't ready for what Yue had planned for him. Walking behind him he spoke as he did the ball gag from his mouth. "I want you to hear me very well. You are here because you rebelled. You went against the ways of the Dark Lord. You will now deal with me. You have no hope of escape. You will not die from the pain. You can not hide with in your mind to shield yourself from the torture that will come. Lastly your body will not fail as I will make sure it is my personal play toy. First things first. Lets remove your desire to leave this place." Placing his left hand on the back of Uriel's head he was able to numb the part of his mind that would allow him to feel pain. This part was not to be hard on the victim physically, but mentally. So while his pain center's were lowered, his cortex that experienced fear and rationality were raised. Next to him was a tray with many tools, the best was a metallic blade. Small, fine, light, and extremely sharp, making it a fine tool to sever the tendons that connected his ankles and wrist. One by one they were sliced apart slowly. Steadily Yue rammed the blade in and cut the means for Uriel to escape. When it came to to the final ones in his left hand Yue smiled. Slowly this time he dragged the blade across his tendon and restored in bits the sensation and pain that was no racking his body. His victim was Sith though. Like many Sith he did not scream. That was disappointing. Yue loved himself a screamer. The fear in his eyes said soon enough he would scream. "I'm glad the pain your in isn't to extreme for you. I wonder though, what it would like if took certain parts of your body and increased their sensitivity. What it would feel like to have a needle stabbed at each part of your body with your pain receptors turned to 1000. Shall we find out, oh I think so." Yue dropped the bloody blade back onto the metal tray and grabbed a long needle. "Now remember, the more you scream, the more I want to make you bleed. NOW SCREAM!"

The ship was a thing of a beauty. Coming onto the ship Yue was lean and tattered. In those few days he had enjoyed a nice return to civilization. Since the Jedi had funded their cruise, all expenses were already covered, and well a man has to at least wear more than rags. While the clothing shop on the luxury ship did not feature an expensive wardrobe option, there was enough to find something decent. Scraps became an uncomfortable dress slacks and a buttoned shirt. While it might be considered nice on others, it made the Sith want to jump out of his skin. While the clothing helped him fit in among the rest of the ship, his unkempt hair and beard was another problem. After a trimming kit was delivered to his room, the hair fell quickly. After a quick touch with scissors as well as a laser shave Yue was once more clean and proper. A look in the mirror revealed a handsome and aged face of 30 years. While never really into his own appearance, it was nice to know at least he had maintained his looks. Finally presentable and restored he set out for his task at hand. He was told to enjoy himself, but his fun would come much later. He had to still make a shopping list and sooner or later the not so “pleasant takeover” had to take place. So much to do and so little time do it with. Taking a stroll around the ship he saw all the well off and useless people in their golden years. Most of them worthless, on occasion though he saw the people that made his lips curl. As he walked by them he stumbled into them. While they found it harmless assuming Yue was drunk, it was far from harmless. When he bumped into them he was able to see some of their memories, feelings, and their body’s abilities. The ones who carried the features he was looking for he marked on their minds a brand. Unless the observer was a being of the darkside, they would be ignorant of it. This would save him time later when picking his prime choices. He dined and drank with everyone he could in the open entertainment areas, mostly as a mean to shop, but why not enjoy ones work. Most did not hold his fancy for long as they had nothing of interest for him. Some though did offer an interesting experience. One young woman, while she was dressed similarly to everyone else on board, she was more conservative. She was withdrawn and quiet. Off to a corner she stood quietly and stared. While out of character, something called for Yue to go to her. As he wondered her she stopped and looked up at him. His black hair barely hung over his forehead, his eyes with his light green hue shinned lightly. At that moment when he stared at her he saw everything about her life. While she was pampered, her life was hard in its own merits. She hated everything about her life and how her parents forced to study so hard to help run her father’s company. The stupid tedious schedules and men that always tried to sway her. It was forced levels of control and manipulation. If he could feel compassion he would right now. Instead he felt her anger, hatred, and malice. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her lips. At that moment he knew he wanted this one saved. Breaking their kiss he leaned to her ear for a whisper. “Here is my room key. Go there and await my return.” He handed her a symbol that marked her as a Sith slave. She stared and knew what it was. She was smart. “You are my property instead of your parents. I can however free you of even that. You lack gift in the force, but your mind. I’ve seen it, and it has great potential. I have great use of your mind. Till then, I am Yue. Now go.” She wandered away from the party and headed to his room. His future assistant was going to be fun. Now hopefully she was as smart as he hoped and would survive what was coming. Wondering from the party while not drunk himself, as he would not sully his own abilities while work was to be done, a small ploy was needed. Meandering to his objective two guards stood at the entrance to the communications room. With a quick side stumble he blundered into the two guards. One of them spoke loudly. “What a drunk. God all this money and they can’t hold their booze. Shesh.” Subtly has its moments, but right now I want nothing more than to kill them. Soon enough. With both his hands on each guard he touched their minds and rotted them quickly. They stood up straight and their eyes emptied. They were his. A green glow lingered as he worked. Giving life to the dead was always a refreshing experience. When their minds were destroyed their deaths came quicker than desired, but the task at hand did not allow for complete personal enjoyment. “Alright boys. Open these doors. Do not fire your weapons at any of the people inside. Walk in and one of you take me to the commander and the other the on ship communication specialist. When I raise my left hand, bite them. Make sure you kill them in one swell swoop. Then kill everyone else. If you please me I will keep you. If you do not I will return you to your maker. Now go.” The newly recruited undead did as ordered. The door swooshed open and the three entered. It was a small room. With possibly 20-30 crew inside, most at stations checking mails for the people on board as well as the communications with in the ship. For a brain of the ship it was well ran and easy to see where the weak points were. With the force Yue sealed the door making exit impossible. No escape means no survivors. Its so nice when they make it this easy for me. The commander turned and stared with a dumb founded look. A smile formed on Yue’s face. The men said nothing as they walked to their spots. The commander spoke began to open his mouth. Yue rose his hand and spoke first. “I’m sorry sir. I will not be answering your questions or neither will your men. They are mine now.” After a quick look around, no one in the room except the commander wore a side arm. No expects to run into much trouble on a vacation ship after all. I guess a little fun was now coming. The Sith lords left arm went up and his minions went to work. In unison both bit their targets and the two dropped. The show begins. The force leaped from both his hands as he blasted room as people screamed and panicked at the cannibalistic sight. Bodies flew as the first zombies became many. Quickly they gouged for necks and sides of head. One hero actually tried to make a difference. It was always a lone hero, that pissed him off more than anything else. Yue forced grabbed him and jerked him to him. In midflight a light saber rose from his pants and appeared in his right hand. The crimson blade ignited through the would be saviors gut. Considering a light saber is far from solid he slid down the middle falling to the sides. Messy, but a man has to have fun. His zombies had at least also seemed to enjoy their time. While Yue made sure no one could access any of the communication systems his zombies that doubled as each one went down shredded each body. While Yue’s methods of personal death were great, the sounds of screams and horror just seemed to be the extra icing on the cake. When only 1 remained his newly created horde stared ready to strike, but did not move. This one had been left alive on purpose. She hid. The zombies while motivated were stupid. None of them worth the gift of servitude and at the very least she was proving of use for him. With a wave of his hand they dropped. The girl shook under the consul while apparently praying to some god. He force pulled her away from her safe place and held her in the air. “Funny thing about gods, they all die. What you should be praying to is what they leave behind. Then again I’m one of the things they left behind.” The girl cried and pleaded to be spared. There it was. The part he loved the most. When they begged. While the dead were his realm of specialty, they never could beg like those who were still alive. His smile faded and he looked in the eyes. Unlike his new assistant there was no hatred, or malice. Also while smart, this one had no motivation. “Sorry my dear, I have a lot of things to do, and your not on my list.” Taking his light saber he stabbed her though her chest. The look on her face as the life faded from it. The room had been cleared and no one remained. Granted the main point was making sure a peep was not sent in or out of the room once the Sith started to claim the vessel. He felt tremors through the force telling him things were in motion and soon it would all end. For now he stood in the gore of the room waiting for the call to tell him the ship was ours.

In the poorest sections of the city, far away from the easy reaches or CoreSec and the view of the republic a new disease had arrived. At first people simply disappeared. In a poor part of the city no cared. After all when the poor die no one notices. No sees. No hears. People do not care. They only care about themselves. This is why no though about the population decrease in the slums of Corellia. The first few weeks, it was almost a blessing. Less poor meant, those who were still around could eat what donations were given. Those with out shelter found it. Last but not least, those who survived were able to live with out a fear for a while. The rest of Corellia did not care what so ever. It was only a small time later that they did. --------------------------------------- A Corellian news cast is given from the heart of the slums. A young and attractive human woman is going over the 6 o'clock news from the down town station. "Lastly in today news we have a special interest piece to offer. Kon to you sir." The holo image cuts to a twiek male. "Thank you Kira. I am standing at what is considered the hear of the poorest part of lovely world. The slums. Far from the eyes of those above and not close enough to the hand of our respected CoreSec. The people here are the poorest of the poor. Not to long ago it seemed the masses here was beyond belief. Today however, as you can see its a ghost town. What people I do see are here and there. What has happened to them I say? Have they died? Or did they get picked up? Or did they finally manage to get out of here? The answer is no one knows. What we do know is that 10, count them 10 reports have been filed for missing people cases and CoreSec is baffled at where they have gone. Surely CoreSec of all peo....Did you hear that?" The camera man shakes his camera no. The reporter fixes himself and continues. "As I was saying. Surely our CoreSec must have a..." Again he stops as he swears he heard a noise. A small black image appears behind the reporter. The camera man points and the reporter turns around. "Oh look a person still here. Hi, can I get you on camera?" The small black figure stands up slowly. He is then joined by three others. The camera man starts backing up slowly. The reporter is still egging his guest to speak on camera. "Come on sir, I don't bite." Extending his hand to the closet of the three he is then pulled forward and the cloaked figures hood falls back as he bites twiek at his neck. Hitting every vessel for blood in the neck, the reporter can't help but scream in pain. Blood pored from his neck as fell to the ground. The camera man attempted to spin around and run. He was to late. He was pushed back and fell to the ground. The last image shown as the face of a person. Grayed and white. His eye hanging from his socket. Yellow puss dripped from his eyes, and blood dripped from his lips onto the lens. The last noise heard as the face descended down was the screams of both men. The feed instantly cut back to the news station. The main anchor had lost all the color of her cheeks and was pale white. Her only words before her holo was cut were. "Oh my god, what the fu.."

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The dredge through center point was stopped. A void appeared where the force once was. Fear was nothing that could be felt by any of the thralls' at the command of this plague. The overseer on the hand while not afraid yet felt worried for the first time in many years. A void meant the pariah was near, but three. Three was something that he had never imagined was possible at once. The pariah was a freak creation. An accident that should not exist in any place. It was here through. Here they were. Closing in like the moon being stolen by the night. The force had left. The world seemed slowed and bright. The darkness that engulfed Yue and his legion lifted and with it the bounds that granted life to his carrion. The demons that stood before him let fire as for the first time the grim reality sat in. What defined this sith was forcefully stolen leaving him drained and with only the smallest bit of power remaining a rush of wind followed away from these blasphemous creations. Then the fire erupted. Monsters of a false existence they might have been, but they were not all able to escape from the blast of the fallen. Yue in mid force jump was propelled even further from the initial shockwave of the first explosions. Knocked back into the wall he felt the force returned and saw that one of the demons had fallen and the void the trio emitted shrank. He felt the lag of what remained of his forces despite and he ordered them back. Some more laid on the ground, no longer useable but the force laid with in their bonds. All left with pieces missing and char along their infected skin. The only one to suffer little harm was the champion Ichi as he knew what his soldiers carry. He was burned and his left arm was perforated showing bone. Others tried to escape and fell. Among his dead only Ichi remained combat ready. The void called in the force that gave what life remained and soon what few carried the fire would go off with out need. ”œIf these abominations wish to devour the force then so be it.”

While more than a fare share of chaos, battle, and noise rattled the station in the halls near the far side of center point that had been laid to waste from a series of explosions. Imperial and alliance bodies lined floor for a moment before they were called back to serve once more. Metal clanked as bodies dredged along. These boring machine bodies littered the hall. Their false god had failed them and had only granted them one thing”¦Failure. One goal was on the mind of the only living thing among the group of those of the fallen. Center. Due to the shaking and rumbling of the station it was clear that the combined forces that have gathered still have not gained control of the station. The empire and the Alliance still hasn't taken that vital piece of ground, but where they have failed he would do everything in his power to make sure these machines ceased to function. His small group of undead met only the occasional crusader. They were easily dispatched due to the fact that they were unaware for the moment at least of a sith in this boarding party. That small edge had been enough to keep the ambushes quick and easy. The task would be soon complete as long a steady pace was maintained. Halting at a check point referring to a holo map detailing where he was in reference to central command. Ichi spoke to his master. ”œWe are three-fourths of the way their. We have surprising met little resistance. We should proceed with caution as the empire and the alliance have both seemed to let us slip through and we sure to trigger the internal traps and measures that been put into place for the people who attempt to take the command center.”

Among the numerous vessels that have fought to fight back and destroy the Arach'tar numbers dark watch has waited and performed its job with out exception, but has of yet to achieve their true goal. They have dispatched their undead legion upon center point. They have infiltrated and turned into an infestation of decay. This however was merely only half the of the plan by the dark figure who stood at the bridge of the Coffin. Silent as the battle raged into the second half of destruction and reckoning for the galaxy the two men who lead the Dark Watch battle grouped observed and said nothing. On occasion the paler companion would speak on its master behalf. Not much was said though as the group performed flawlessly as it assisted in the take down of shield ships and the boarding of center point. The only sign of life of the hooded leader was his blood plagued eyes that shined a vibrant glow. The left hand of rebirth turned to his creator and spoke words that did not make sense in the environment of battle. ”œYes master. It is time.”

As the battle progressed and the causalities have started to form, what the impromptu commander of the Dark Watch forces had been waiting for arrived. A hole in the shields of center point had been lowered enough for entry to occur. This was the last gathered focus of the Arach'tar. They would not give way easily and any who were to step foot on Center Point were surely to meet hard resistance no matter where they strike. This was where the dead would prove there use. Before the arrival at center point, besides the legion hundreds of bodies had been given the gift of unending life. They would fight and strike down all that did not emit the stench of death and decoy. Their primitive urges had been reinforced as well as given minimum intelligence. They would fire their weapons and attack all who stood before them. ”œSend the damned into hell. Let them weak their havoc upon these out of place machines. Provide cover fire for the transports. Make sure our pilots doors are locked tight till they board. Re-arrange the warships to cover the imperial flank and reposition of destroyers around the rebel lines. We need to bring down the rest of the shields around Center Point to make way for the death star.”

From the bridge of a star destroyer a pair of men stood. One was pale and tall. He carried a long blade on his back. Green covered his eyes. The other was hooded and red eyes shone brightly from beneath is fabric. Motionless they watched as the empire began their strike. A low tone was heard from the pale warrior. "Bring in the fleet. Prepare the boarding parties. Do not worry about the causalities. It has been taken care of. Fire at the largest vessel. Dispatch the fighters." The empire fleet was suddenly reinforced by a large smattering of fifty star destroyers and a one hundred and fifty mix of dreadnought carriers, lancers, and other assorted ships. The barrage that followed was as massive as it was powerful. The damage that would be done was going to be amazing.

Feeling what the force told him Yue gringed. Such power. A force strong enough to do what had not been done in many many years. Looking at Terror Yue did somthing he had not in many years. "I am leaving you now. Be prepared the galaxy is about to be engulfed in the flames of descrution. If you surive I will find you and I will make you a sith. Use what I have taught you. You will learn the rest on your own. The galaxy is your test. Do not fail me." Yue singled Ichi to follow. Terror looked at Yue and did not seem to understand. "Follow and I will kill you. However here is some credits make use of them." The credits left was enough for a ship and some weapons. The credits were left with also intsrtuctions of how to contact Yue when he was ready for his light saber. The two left the world and made way back to the necroplisis that had become Silence.

"Well then let us start with one of the things any assassin worth his weight would know. The art of mind manipulation. While I may now be a Sorcer I have my past and that past has taught me the ways of what you seek. Now you will understand why I choose the city. There are many minds here and we will start some of the finer parts of your training here. Let us go into the local cantina. We will start with the easiest targets the drunks." The group headed into the cantina taht was near the hotel and they took a table. Pointing to one at the counter Ichi spoke. "Master had already found out why that man is here. He had done it by using the force to enter his mind and pushed though his state of drunkeness. It it is a simple task. Project and and treat his mind like a book. Open it and read it. Now." Ichi lowered his hand and waited for DT to complete his task.

Arriving on Cardia instead of heading into the temple the three people on the ship...Excusse me two people on the ship headed out of the space dock into the city on Cardia. While some what populated Yue while walking behind the pale Ichi the small group headed to a local hotel and checked in. Lowering his odd Yue spoke to DT. "You did well on Coursant. Quite well. We will instead work on some of the more interesting parts of your training. You did touch the force and use it well before Dominique destoryed the blaster you reformed. I want you to descrbie to me what you felt when you did this. In addition I know you have been researching the sith classes. Which path of the sith would you like to go into?" Yue did not speak and now waited for DT to answer.