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Darth Mavanger considered her words for a while before responding. The truth in her words was evident in her passion and the Dark Side's reaction to it. But what wasn't was whether she included the current Sith in her hatred of the Galaxy. She spoke as though she intended to lead them on the path of destruction, but had left it ambiguous as to whether or not that would include their own. He sighed, looking at her. "I must tell you Calypso. I have lost everything for the Sith. Brothers, friends... lovers. I've protected our empire at Kuat and Corellia countless times, and I've burned theirs to the ground at places like Naboo and Nar Shaddaa. I've defied one Dark Lord, and followed another into madness. I have slain a Queen and claimed a world, and I have slain an Empress and toppled and empire, all in the name of the Sith Empire. Even though my life is not dictated by the whims of the Empire, I will not stand idly by and watch as you burn the results of my suffering and sacrifice down alongside the Alliance to satisfy your lust for destruction. I've made that mistake once before. I have no plans on getting between you and your enemy, as long as that doesn't include the Sith." He let his words sink in for a moment before continuing. "But these are not words of war, nor a declaration of my opposition. Make no mistake, when the time comes I will challenge you for the throne, as is the way of the Sith. But that day is not today, and until it is, our interests align. If you learn of someone who needs to be slain, simply inform me and I will do so."

Beck stood and looked for a moment at the former leader before him. He wondered what sort of leader he would be. He just stood there and looked at Vangar with an almost shocked face as he attempted to figure out what he was supposed to be doing. After a moment passed, he realized he was asked a question by the former Chief of State. Turning his hand over and putting down the cylinder handed to him upon the desk and walked closer to Vangar. While he wondered if Empress Raven was still out there, the call made by the Sith was convincing enough for him. He couldn't place any hope in such a longshot. "You are free to head back to Bespin. Build up a strong defense there and begin to enforce there. But be careful in any pursuit. The Outer Rim is large and vast. Don't waste your resources hunting the Sith when you have your own borders to secure." Beck leaned in and embraced the Barabel. Upon releasing his embrace, he locked eyes with him. "I expect to see you soon."

With a subtle yet quick flick of his wrists, the Sith Daggers twirled elegantly into the sheaths almost uniformly. The moment of pledges and honor had passed and each went upon their own paths. Dictum had seen this before whenever he encountered other Sith and Darksiders amongst his travels as an Apprentice. And yet, this time it was subtly different, not really a simple passing of the times. There was focus, and purpose, and each were like a cog within a grandeur machine. As Akheron's words reached his ears, his head acknowledged. "This planet, this world... or perhaps the moment of being here..." Dictum spoke in return, his voice overshadowed by the exhaustion of the previous battle with the dead as he caught his wind. "It's woken something within me. But I yet do not know what it is.... My travels with you and your group is stirring up the Darkness, and it beckons vibrantly. I see no reason to depart from your company... yet." He paused briefly before ending with the yet part, a smirk crossing his face as he shifted his weight and form to follow the group toward the shuttle. It was time to see where his path with them would lead him next. Without looking back, he offered Akheron the lead. "Let us depart."

Mirdala was well-connected with the others through their empathic bond as she made her way toward her target terminal and initiated the program. Luckily, since Tey had been the one to have trashed the systems, she’d had some insight as to how to write the program that would, hopefully, bring as much of that data back to life as possible. As the program began to run, she noted that her implant’s short range had been pinged. Luckily the band was on the lower end of the spectrum so it was rarely, if ever, used by someone other than the handful of Augury members, only two of which were currently in the system. She sighed, cursing herself for not thinking to warn him of her and TeVerd’s plan to split up. The last several months she’d gotten so used to working with the others in the empathic stream, that she hadn’t thought to voice her intentions to Fett. She considered saying something, but was concerned with having to explain that she wasn’t completely disconnected from the others, despite appearances. The other thing preventing her from setting his mind at ease, was the chances that anything other than passive signal strength across such a distance could set off any number of potential or sensors within the facility left behind to warn of intruders. Both she and TeVerd continued to work in concert for the next hour as their respective programs ran through the system, sweeping up bits and pieces of the scattered data and working to reassemble them as best as it was able. The waiting was the hardest part, but Mirdala kept her eye on the door and her connection to TeVerd and Rhys open, constantly on the ready. The scans that she and TeVerd had conducted prior to their parting ways to run the program indicated that there was no one left in the station. ------------------------ Rhys noticed the flair on his sensors as another ship entered the system about an hour and a half into the operation. He checked the passive scanners to learn it was a StarViper. Don’t do it…don’t you dare… he thought to himself as the ship appeared to be ignoring his will and making directly for Abraxos instead of one of the other more habitable moons or platforms. Swearing under his breath he nudged both members of the ground team empathically telling them to be on their guard. He turned around to face Kandor, “Tell your partner she's about to have company. You and Rahg get ready.”

Fleshy veils parted, giving way to those ebon infinties in which this solipsistic world dreamed. Before him was a foreign landscape, a fetid indolence halting the gears that churned within the planet. The evanescent wraith flew towards a control panel, recoiling at the panel's glare. Some hermit, some homeless wretch had sought refuge in the depths of his forsaken planet. He had claimed it for his own, erecting a monument to his indifference like a scar upon the landscape left forgotten after the years since its tumultuous carving. "Why do I keep falling asleep for long period of time and then coming back like this?" As soon as the words spilled out of his mouth, the memories came flooding back in. Not those stale images shared by the galaxy in this lesser, limited plane. No, his thoughts were filled with the wondrous images of candy cane forests and lollipop mountains. These were the subjects of his dreams. These were the refuge of the reaper. "Well that makes sense. Night night again." And there Ason Antilles began his next wave of hibernation to last for an unknown amount of time. May it be blessed with gumdrop buttons. Wampa Town For Life!

His Majesty, Emperor Black Real Name: Ki Ordo Nickname: Black Age: 29 Species: Human Height: 6' 2" Weight: 240 lb Hair: Black Eyes: Dark Green Sex: Male Homeworld: Kuar Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Clothing: Loose, Black pants. Black shirt. Black Trench Coat (see below), Round Oval Black Hat, Black tinted rimless glasses. Weapons: 2x 8 shot custom revolvers (see below) 2x Model MSD-32 Disruptor Pistols 2x Mandalorian Heavy Blasters 1x wrist mounted Dart Launcher (tranq darts) 1x Modified Flechette Shotgun (see below) 1x Chainaxe (see below) Misc. Extra Ammunition Non-Force User Inventory: Comlink (ear piece), credstick, Small pack of Synth-Skin, Rebreather, Wrist mounted grapple. 4 pairs of stun cuffs. 1x Lighter, 1x Pack of Cigarettes. Possessions: Ship-Trushot, 22-b Nightfalcon Speeder Bike ******************************************* Black's Trench Coat - Sleeves of the coat hang two inches lower than usual, hiding half of Ki's hands. The diameter of the cuffs of the sleeves extend two inches out farther than they should, and the sleeve telescopes to his elbow where it is a normal fit. There are several small pockets in the lining of the coat to fit ammunition in. Armor wise it equated to Spider silk armor for it's several layers of spider silk on the interior. The spider silk made it resist and sometimes reflect blaster bolts. Spider silk was also often know to resist vibroblades to some extent. It also had a flak lining that gave slight protection from shrapnel and small solid high velocity objects. ******************************************* Custom Revolvers - Black understands the mechanics behind slugthrowers and has created these himself. The guns are in 14" in length. In contrast to most slugthrowers, Ki has modified these guns to make more sound. Instead of the barely audible sound of the electromagnets in the gun being activated, these make a thunderous "bang". Ki has also increased the power to the electromagnets in the revolvers, increasing the speed of the projectiles exponentially. The guns have been named Heaven and Hell. Hell is black and looks rather worn while Heaven is highly polished silver and appears new. Modified Flechette Shotgun - The shotgun's barrel has been cut down severely. It is now short enough to be held with one hand. This also expands the area of spray. Happy The Chain Axe - Rather self explainatory, it's a massive axe with a chainsaw instead of the normal blade. Made of phrik.