Karys Narat iv-Adas

Karys ship soon turned up, having received Emily's message of where to meet. He noted the nebula, the new stars being formed...and the areas around devoid of life, a dark void that spoke of the hidden darkness between spaces. This was such a place, somewhere and yet nowhere at the same time. He slowly pulled his ship into range, cautiously as to avoid bashing into his new master's ship and requested docking permission. After being admitted he eventually pressed a few buttons and knobs, extending the claws that would attach his ship, The Ahriman to the Shadow's Shine. Once attached, Karys Narat iv-Adas popped the hatch and walked inside. Already he could feel the presence of Emily and where she resided within the ship. With both new sabers firmly attached to a new set of near identical armor and robes, Karys advanced into the lounge where he found his new master. Bowing he showed the proper respect, not even taking a seat until permitted. Yet when he spoke and in the Force, Emily found something was...different..about him. The darkness it was there, but it was changed from when they last met. More refined even, he seemed less arrogant and his voice seemed to hint at a more open mind. Korriban had as predicted done its wonders. He used her sith title, he didn't yet even know he proper name, thus this was the next logical choice. ''Greetings again Darth Eris. I have done as I was tasked. The experience was...enlightening to say the least, as always my homeworld held many surprises''. Unclipping both sabers he showed Emily. One hilt, his right saber spoke in the force and whispered in her ear. It spoke that it was of ancient power. It spoke of the existence of the soul of a very dark man that rested within. Long dead, that gave the crystal it's power. Bane it said. Bane's Heart, was the crystal's name. It spoke of an existence of torment, of hatred, and of despair. The torment of souls he had ripped from life before they could expire naturally. The hatred of that dark man, all that he thrived upon in life now entombed within this crystal. The despair that this man had caused throughout the galaxy. It hinted at containing electrical properties and of answering only Karys call. The other, his left saber spoke and whispered of having not just one, but two separate properties embedded within. It spoke that it would generate not just a blade that resembled lava surrounding a deep red inner core but also that it would allow Karys himself to use The Force. That it had somehow instructed him how to use it in a particularly dark way. In the manner of Force Harm and not just that. It whispered...mentioned that holding this blade would allow that of a strike that could be used to deliver the ability of Force Harm. Both it appeared were potent and deadly weapons, and would become even more so in his hands. As he held them out Karys did not ignite them, informing Emily that igniting his left saber would result in creating bits of flame that will sometimes splash and drip out from the blade itself due to the Lava crystal he had embedded alongside the other crystal within, if she did not wish to replace the carpet it would be un-wise to do so.

At last Karys Narat iv-Adas arrived, he spotted Ryloth below him and approached from the night side. But he did actually descend to the surface, instead he hovered in Space having never explicitly received instructions to go to the surface or to Ryloth for that matter. He did not know why this particular planet had called to him. He just had a feeling in force she would be there, evidence perhaps at just how strong he truly was in the force. Signs of the future. Ryloth, he recalled was also known as Twi'lek, and Twi'lek Prime, was orbited by five moons and was the harsh, rocky homeworld of the Twi'leks. One side of the planet he remembered being told the planet was perpetually in sunlight, while the other remained in darkness, a phenomenon known as tidal locking he recalled. He remembered that some referred to the dayside as the 'Brightlands' and the dark as the 'Nightlands'. It fascinated him somewhat and he could see why some may call them that, it reminded even of a literal parallel that some might see of the supposed 'light' and 'dark' sides of the force but then he recalled why he was here. Checking the flimsi he had been given, he sent a discreet heavily encrypted message meant for Emily only, one only she could read or make sense of, informing her of his success and wishing for further orders wherever she may be. He awaited further instructions as he hung in orbit, careful to avoid patrols. If she was not here as the force 'suggested' then he would simply depart. Eitherway, Korriban had rewarded him it seemed and found him worthy of the darkness. (OOC: There we go edited as requested by Emily in light of not knowing where she was actually going. ))

Out of the final tomb at last, Karys was glad to be free of the cobwebs and zombies. He had seen enough of them for one day, although he was glad he had found another outer saber casing when exiting the tomb, most likely a final gift from Xendor. Heading out towards the desert, the massassi knew where his next location lied. Where the Crystal Caves were, this was afterall his homeworld. He allowed the force to guide him, as he set each foot forwards, drawing him to a certain location inside. And then...he saw them. And felt their power. They gave off a essence, the darkside was strong in them. They screamed, howled...spoke of death and the screams of the innocent. Two crystals spoke out the most. A red one at the center of the others, and one a bit further along. The, first all as he inspected it, Karys Narat iv-Adas said to himself. This one was special. It would be his. As he touched it, it spoke the existence that the soul of a very dark man that rested within. Long dead, that gave the crystal it's power. Bane it said. It was an existence of torment, of hatred, and of despair. The torment of souls he had ripped from life before they could expire naturally. The hatred of that dark man, all that he thrived upon in life now entombed within it. The despair that this man had caused throughout the galaxy. His fury. Karys had surmised, given the crystal special properties. It pulsed with power and whispered it's name, seemingly in his ear. Bane's Heart. This item was strong in the Dark Side of the Force. As was his other, although he took a third crystal...to add to it's potency. A Lava Crystal. (( OOC: This: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Bane's_Heart_%28crystal%29 and this: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Lava_crystal )) Karys quickly realised that placing them in his lightsabers, would mean its dark power will always be close at hand to call upon. Both sabers would be the same. Of equal power and destruction. Death to his enemies. Karys focused himself and placed the crystals in his pouch. He had enough saber casings present that he could assemble a number of different combinations. Letting intuition guide his hands, and the force...that was ever present here, he began assembling the first saber. Karys eased into the flow and for a moment thought his memories were invading his senses as the red crystal began to recite a mantra into his brain. "The crystal is the heart of the blade. The heart is the crystal of the Sith. The Sith is the crystal of the Force. The Force is the blade of the heart." Feeling the darkness around him, he understood what it meant. Arranging the parts, he focused himself within the force. At first it took a while...nothing. He tried again. Nothing. And then, he felt it. The Darkness. The raw power of Korriban, it's dark heart...beating. The darkside flowed through him, and moved the component of his sabers into place, even as Karys himself sat in a trance like state. The last components clicked into place and Karys Narat iv-Adas held aloft his creation, activating its blade. The lightsaber ignited, releasing a electrical discharge as it's red beam spread upwards. The saber spoke to him, whispering as it pulsed a red plasma beam encased in electricity. It would answer only to him...and make it difficult for anyone other than the rightful owner to use the lightsaber. It would be only his. He repeated the process again with the other saber, only this time adding a extra focusing crystal. As he held this lightsaber, it as the other held certain gifts. It taught him something...planted word in his heads. The Force gave him the knowledge and seemingly informed him that a strike of this blade weapon's blade could be used to deliver the ability of Force Harm. Yet on the outside the saber generated a blade that resembled lava surrounding a deep red inner core. The crystal itself was less focused and concentrated than normal crystals, it appeared and therefore lava itself was generated from the extreme heat of the dense, heavy blade, creating bits of flame and sometimes splashed and dripped out from the blade itself. Karys discarded the ripped apart bits of the 'commandeered' saber he had taken from the acolyte of Faust during their encounter. He had no use for it now. De-igniting he placed both upon his sides and headed towards Ur. Now his task was complete, he had others to deal with before he left for Ryloth. The clans had gathered in the ancient city of Ur, called forth by his rival. Karai Sadow iv-Graush who had taken his throne, in his absence. He would pay for it, in blood. Approaching the ancient gates, the guards let him in unhindered...albeit with shock. Their liege lived again. He walked for the palace, pushing the great doors to the main hall open just in time to see Graush about to cement his position and officially claim his prize. All eyes turned. All were shocked, awed even. All accepted Karys back as emperor as he demonstrated his newfound power. Forgave him..offered a second chance. All accept one. Graush refused to bowed. The Clans looked at him in distain, he showed no respect. Rival or not he deserved respect. He was a Sith of noble blood. Karys Narat iv-Adas stepped towards him. ''Even now you refuse? You refuse the Sith Order and my right to rule? Even as the Clans recognize my right. Then you leave me no choice. By our laws you shall be punished...disobedience is punishable by imprisonment or...'' Karys Narat iv-Adas outstreched his hand, Graush clutched at his throat as life ebbed away. Finally his body submitted, slumping to a mess upon the hall's golden floor. Karys continued to speak. ''....death. ANYONE else object to my rule'' With no answer Karys was quickly crowned, he spoke at it's end. I must depart for now, but will return within a month. Should events be fitting, but make no mistake I am back. I need a ship, have in made ready and prepared for my arrival within an hour''. With that he left the hall and the Clan Lords, and headed to the hangar bay. Once there he entered a Preybird Class Assault Starfighter. His fighter, The Ahriman. Exiting atmosphere shortly after, he headed for Ryloth.

Finding Xendor's tomb was a challenge unto itself. Karys quickly found that nothing around the valley signified nor even pointed to a tomb ever being constructed, either he never had one made...or...it was long buried under the sand. Some even said he was buried on Dathomir. Regardless, he was determined to see if he had a tomb on Korriban and see what all the thus was about the guy. What made him so special when compared to his ancestor and other sith. He had heard the stories, the rumors. Some said he had returned once from death millenia ago, summoned from chaos to fight an ancient war. That he had hidden his appearance and named himself the Dark Underlord. Karys would ask this for himself and find the truth of it. Silently as he was about to give up, the massassi was sure he felt something. A urging as if he were being willed to a specific spot. Yet when he arrived all he found was more sand, a fact which agitated him. That was until his senses tinged and he found himself falling down a deep, dark hole followed by a painful landing at the foot of a millenia old stone door. There was no way back but forward. As with Adas he felt a cold chill flow across his spine as he entered, the grand doors swinging open without any movement of his own. They were old, worn and the words upon the front were unreadable...faded with time. On the air Karys was certain he felt something. Xendor knew he was here, that much was certain. That was if this tomb even belonged to Xendor. A voice whispered upon the air, one filled with ancient darkness. And knowledge. ''One enters, the first...in millenia. One who has lost his way...one who seeks a path, to see past the lies and mayhaps seek a future.'' Karys edged forwards into the tomb, ever cautious. He spoke out in defiance. ''Who are you, who claim to know my intentions!? Who are you to know me.'' The massassi let a snarl creep across his lip, he tried his best to ignore voice but could not. It was intelligent, educated. ''Ah such arrogance, such defiance. Reckless even as with many of the order. I know many things, young sith. I am he who has persisted for millenia...he who was present at the dawn of our order. He who was betrayed by his own, by the Jedi Awdrysta Pina and who did rise again. He who went by thy name Dark Underlord for thy time and thy slain by Murrtaggh. I am Xendor. I felt you...seeking. You sought my tomb and now I ask, why.'' The massassi replied as he advanced. ''I seek answers. To your life, to the force...to my own path. Much is not as I was told.'' Laughter filled the tomb. ''Such is the way of the Sith. Betrayal...infighting, it has led to our downfall many times, I have seen it as I watch and wait. Mayhaps you can change our fate, pass thy trials and advance to my sarcophagus and I may reward thee with thy knowledge you seek. Lay the foundation to your path.'' With that the tomb fell silent as ancient doorways opened up. Mechanisms long dormant roared to life, empowered by something otherworldly and un-natural. Karys defied, he had no fear...just as before. Striding forwards, Karys admired the carvings upon the wall, tales of war and blood. Of the Legions of Xendor and the origins of the Sith Weapon Master. And then he entered a large circular room, similar to Adas tomb in many ways. He entered one of the doorways and looked back as it shut behind, locked. Only way way to go now. And then as before...a horde of zombies. What was it with ancient tombs and the undead? It was of little consequence, the sith apprentice, Karys did as he had before. He delivered sith vengeance at the hands of a saber and the force. He held his lightsaber firm but loose, quickly growing accustomed to the weightless blade and it's intricacies. With the patience of a viper he waited for the first to encroach upon him. With each attempt of the undead, he struck with equal ferocity and malice. In silence the spirit of Xendor watched and observed, a smile seeming to creep across as he viewed the battle, even without Karys knowledge. Karys struck hard and fast, adopting the Juyo form. Dashing around with equal parts speed, accuracy and precise strikes. Soon enough and the horde were mere remnants, crushed and broken bone once more. More dead added to Korriban's surface, more souls to torment the damned. Karys moved on to the next challenge. This time a rather large Tu'kata with spikes protruding from it's hide and several smaller variants. The massassi liked the odds and the challenge. Karys yanked and pulled one of the smaller beasts, until it split in two. As another jumped at his back, he spun and stepped to the side, allowing it to bypass him and become his saber's next victim as the blade cleaved it's head. One more smaller variant remained...the larger had stayed back...for now. Smart. It was observing, waiting for a chance. The smaller charged in and as it did so did the larger. Jumping over with the force, Karys barely managed to escape a spike in his rib as he lobbed one off and sent it impaling into the smaller creature. Karys was through with games. Latching onto the creatures heart, he wrenched it. The creature howled as flesh gave way to blood and organs. Soon enough and Karys held it's heart in his hand, squashing it the creature died. At the end of the tunnel was the sarcophagus. Entering the room, Karys spoke out. ''I have completed your task Xendor.'' At first nothing. And then the chill, Karys found himself unable to move, within moments a figure of a man appeared. Distorted by the millenia and chaos but human in appearance. ''You are worthy. I will keep my promise, All you know is a lie...the force is not two parts but one. It is a whole. Light or Dark, there is no such divide. Both are parts of the same being, the same will. The Jedi would have you think it is divided in a vain attempt to disway the true nature of the force. You cannot tame the force anymore than you can tame a star. I cannot emphasize enough the routine and stifling nature of the Jedi way. To remain the same always is to be destined to fail. It is why the Sith shall win, for we are ever changing. Evolving. Now unto thy path I offered. You seek the way of war, the warrior. I offer such a way. Masters of the battlefield, the Sith Marauders are the martial arm of the Sith. Ever has it been this way. They bring the enemies of the Sith to their knees through martial prowess augmented by the Force. In all the Order there are none more skilled in the art of combat than the Marauders. The Sith were born in battle. The Hundred Year Darkness was their womb. Only slightly younger than the Dark Path of Sith Lord, the Marauders have always been there to bring death to the Sith’s enemies on the field of battle. In the time of the Ancient Sith Empire, the Marauders led the Empire’s Massassi warriors in combat thus establishing themselves not only as warriors but also as brilliant squad leaders. Though the institution of the Rule of Two had for a time caused the Path of the Marauder to languish, the establishment of the Sith Order as it stands has sparked the creation of a new generation of Marauders. This is the path I offer. Yet I offer even more than this. All Marauders are well trained in weaponry but some amongst the Marauder Elite focus their efforts almost entirely on weapons training. As old as the Sith themselves, these Sith Weapon Masters’ roots can be traced back as far as my rebellion, when I counted a number of Jedi Weapon Masters as members of thy army. To an outsider there seems to be little difference between a Sith Weapon Master and his Jedi counterparts; nothing can be further from the truth however. While Sith and Jedi Weapon Masters both dedicate themselves to weapons training the underlying reason behind the choice to do this is what separates us. Whereas Jedi Weapon Masters learn the way of weapons as a means of defending others, the Sith Weapon Master seeks to mastery the art of armed combat in order to prove his strength and bring ruin to his enemies. I sense this is what you want. Is it not?''. Karys considered the offer for a moment, and without hesitation accepted. This was truly what he wanted, the skills and power to bring ruin to his enemies. A Sith Weapon Master could do that, not to mention his views on the force had been expanded. He had been told things which contradicted what he had previously been told, indeed he felt the truth of the words. And his experiences seemed to co-incide with them. All Xendor offered, he wanted and needed. ''It is. You have given my new insight, new revelations Xendor, I offer thanks. Know I shall honor you for this and remember what you told me, that is once I find the way out.'' Xendor laughed. ''I count on it. Look to your left and the doorway shall be open. It leads to the surface. Oh and one more thing, you may have this.'' With that Karys was given the last component he needed. A short trek out of the tomb and he was free.

Horuset, Korriban's merciless sun, hung languidly on the horizon as Karys exited Adas tomb and proceeded to Quietus now prepared body. The Grotthu had been busy. The final dying rays of the planet's tyrannical light hung over the Valley of the Dark Lords as evening settled on the blasted world that every Sith held so sacred, Karys included. The great Tombs, restored to their former glory under his people's control, bore silent witness to the procession that now made its way through the Valley. It had arrived from the Hermitage of Korriban and had left that place along a trail lined with fluttering black banners. Those civilians who had followed the cortege since its arrival had stopped at the entry to the Valley. Only Purebloods and members of the Sith Order were allowed beyond that point. And it was exactly those individuals which the funeral procession consisted of. At the rear of the line, an indistinct mass of Grotthu, serfs of Pureblood society-hobbled along. As from times immemorial they would join a new inhabitant of the Valley on his journey into Chaos...however this particular body the clans were used to seeing. Quietus had a knack for returning from the dead. In front of them marched orderly columns of Massassi, no true procession would be complete without such a martial compliment; also an ancient tradition. Before the Massassi came members of the Kissai-the priestly caste of Purebloods. They waved censers rhythmically, perfuming the air with musky incense, and chanted ancient Sithese invocations which implored the Spirits of the Valley to accept this new arrival as one of their own yet again. Higher in precedence in the formation were the majority of the New Sith Order, or at least those who chose to come and accepted the invitation. Mostly acolytes. They marched ahead of the Kissai and were directly behind the procession's head. The front of the procession was even more precisely arranged, again as tradition demanded. In the center of the lead was the body being interred. A great sarcophagus made of polished obsidian held the man who was being memorialized today. It advanced on the shoulders of Darth Revis, Darth Akou, Darth Tidus and Darth Phirus. Behind them came a seductress, Lady Hecate, holding a Sith funeral banner aloft; it fluttered mournfully in the stale Korriban air. Behind her, stood the Tu'kata, Vex'aedr. It was a strange creature that had served as the Dark Lord's bodyguard, pet and guardian. A white and alchemically produced variant of the native Tu'kata the locals had come to call 'The White One'. Quietus he recalled was the one who had brought them back from the brink of extinction, now they thrived again. Its life debt to the man compelled it to continue its service as his Tomb Guardian. In the lead, came Karys Narat iv-Adas, the one the clans had proclaimed, Emperor of Korriban. It was in this latter role that he would be performing the funeral rites after which he would venture further into the tomb and retrieve what he needed to complete his task of making a lightsaber. The march crested a ridge and stopped at the end of Valley below, they had arrived at their destination: the Tomb of Darth Quietus. It had recently also been restored after Raynuk Montar (Darth Quietus) himself had risen from the dead and partially destroying it. The back groups of the procession reformed, creating a semicircle two ranks deep with the Grotthu on the right, the Massassi on the left and the Kissai in the center. The area this semi-circle described in front of the Tomb was where the Sith Brothers and Sisters now stood. The pallbearers gently placed the sarcophagus on the ground and stepped back to join their fellow Sith. Karys Narat iv-Adas approached the coffin and, after taking a deep breath, began the ritual. He drew his breath, and delivered a eulogy to the Red Sith before him, and to all who could comprehend Sithese. "Tuhu antai tuti zo tzirji mikn. Zo mikn diu waria tutki wa ri drijada. Jiso wadinti tuti Raynuk Montar an kair diâ Tsitira Quietus an snaâ iw mus. Sis mikn tuti zudyti sas ri zytsis iw a ramurisi'isi an mus, zo azi natsiji ra. Jsani ir jiso aout. Kad its ir kûts ri tuti nirsinina na mus. Diâ datar mis tash rim an awuzi ant Katidij âti ri nimyi Ari iw ri Tsis tuhu wir. Kiha j'us tsûtri wa wau Darth Quietus, qyâsik tuti na j'us.'' ((OOC: Translation for Karys Sithese speech: "Once there was a great man. A man who would reshape the galaxy. His name was Raynuk Montar to some and Darth Quietus to most of us. This man was killed by the actions of something unknown to us, a cause undetermined. Stolen in his prime. But even in death he is still with us. And now we lay him to rest on Korriban among the ancient Lords of the Sith once more. May you return again Darth Quietus, the Force be with you.")) Karys began, quietly. His voice remained strong, crisp, and clear, booming out to everyone present. There was much weight in his words. His mind traced back to the process of delivering Quietus body into the sarcophagus. How dilligently and respectfully the embalmers and undertakers had treated his body and his wishes. Despite his betrayal of their sovereign. Switching from his native language, Karys then proceeded to go silent, as the Kissai chanted and prayed in the various dialects of Sithese, honoring the great Dark Lord as he was prepared to be interred alongside his predecessors again. After it had ended, the Massassi rose their lanvaroks up into the sky, creating an almost cage-like picture, before slamming them into the ground several times, shaking it, and echoing it across the silent Valley. Approached by another priest, he was handed a golden box, and upon opening it, Karys reached into it, and produced a horned helm, once worn in battle by the Sith, now it served as a reminder of the victorious ones, past and present, and of those that had died. Stepping away from his position, Karys leaned over the sarcophagus, and gently placed the helmet on Raynuk Montar's head. He then put his hand to the front of the helmet. "Darth Quietus, great Dark Lord, wear this victory helmet during your battles in the afterlife." Returning to his position, Karys looked at the gathering before him. Everyone was here. Everyone of importance. The civillians would likely offer worship to Quietus once he was lain to rest. Karys had some words of his own to say, away from the formalities. "I only knew Lord Quietus for a few months. Too short a time. He was there with me at the beginning of my journey in the force, yes he betrayed me...but I cannot discount what he did do for me beforehand. He taught me many things of the force, made me stronger, Now here, at the end of his life, I can't repay that debt. But I will remember. I will remember him. I will carry my debt to him with me, and repay him when I join the Force. I will remember, and so will everyone else. In us, he will never die, and because of him, the Sith will never die. My people, and our order both." With that, Karys stepped down, allowing any of the others to step up and say a personal farewell to the 'supposed' deceased Dark Lord. Each said their piece as Karys stood and observed in silence. At it's end, the ritual complete and the Sith having said their remembrances, the final phase of the funeral began. Taking the sacrophagus on its massive shoulders, Vex'aedr began to ascend towards the entrance. The throng of Grotthu followed in its wake. In accordance with ancient Sith customs, these Grotthu would be the first of Quietus servants in the afterworld. In ancient times herding the Grotthu into the Tomb was often a forceful act but the clans of Korriban knew that the Sith Order was a large supporter in their continued survival. Finding those willing to sacrifice themselves to serve, in a most traditional way, the newly re-emerged Sith Empire's masters had not been difficult. As this group passed through into the Tomb great stone doors closed behind them and a silence fell upon the assembly. All accept one departed. Karys Narat iv-Adas, stood as the last departed, allowing him to enter the tomb unhindered. Following the path he looked at the carvings on the wall...the story of Darth Quietus life. he was surprised to find man was born on Roon, but not so much when he found that he had slayed his family, and came to the Sith, dripping with anger. It interested Karys as he ventured further that the man had studied under Barohm Zar, fast becoming like a brother to him, and risen to the rank of Sith Master on the very day of Zar's ultimate death. More so that his former master had lead all out assaults on Jedi planets, forgone cloning, and yet still managed to return from death more than once. Feats he could never comprehend...yet. Save one. He had returned from death without the need to clone, Karys had unlocked his secret. He swore to himself however he would accomplish other such feats as was depicted. He would equal his former masters legend with one of his own. At last finding the newly interred sarcophagus again, Karys Narat iv-Adas felt a pull, it was like he was willed to a specific spot. A item. One he needed for his quest. A power insulator, now all he needed was the housing case. Heading back out of the tomb, as he placed the insulator into the pouch, Karys made a mental checklist. He was almost there. Heading into the sun, Karys Narat iv-Adas began his next challenge. Xendor's Tomb.

Karys felt a cold chill flow across his spine as he entered, the grand doors that guarded the tomb marking his entrance inside. They were old, worn and somewhat rusted over but in one piece...the millenia old gold that hung beneath shone o nthe surface seemingly untouched. Not that any would dare enter, only the Sith were so bold. And he was Sith, who was he if not Sith? Nobody. This was what clung to the mind of the young apprentice, he would prove his worth. Prove he was worthy of the title his species claimed, and claim he was worthy of the teachings. On the air Karys was certain he heard a feint whisper. More of a cackle, his presence had been noted. ''So you return young Karys. Flesh of my flesh, yet you are not welcome here...your failings disgust me. Begone from my tomb!'' Karys replied in kind. ''Never. My task is to enter and enter I shall, with or without your consent. I will prove I am worthy of the title Sith.'' ''Bravery alone is a worthy weapon for a lesser Sith to wield. Cunning. Strength of body, of mind and of will. These are essential for a monarch. You are set to become the sovereign of Korriban and yet you failed to destroy the pretender. You acted without thinking, Vladimir Faust was your better, experienced in matters of the dark arts and yet you charged in like a Bantha. Does your incompetence know no bounds. Or did you simply forget all I instilled in you on our first meeting?''The spirit said mockingly. The massassi let a snarl creep across his lip, he tried his best to ignore the berating he was receiving as he advanced inside the tomb. No doubt the first he would receive but not the last. Karys decided to reply in equal malice. ''I have not forgotten. I was caught off-guard, nothing more. Death has humbled me, made me stronger. If you are trying to illicit some reaction other than that which I currently hold, you shall find yourself lacking my lord''. Laughter filled the tomb. ''And what gave that impression? Or am I as transparent as my form. Very well, I will give you another chance. If you are as strong as your claim, allow me to test your power. Continue in my tomb and if you survive thy challenges...I will accept and mayhaps reward you for such effort. Should you prove worthy.'' With that the tomb fell silent as ancient doorways opened up. Mechanisms long dormant roared to life, empowered by something otherworldly and un-natural. Karys defied the natural reaction, he had no fear. Long ago he had shed his skin of it, and now he had less to be frightened of. He knew what awaited him beyond the galaxy, beyond the force itself. Striding forwards, Karys admired the carvings upon the wall, tales of war and blood. Adas life and times. And then he entered a circular room, one with three other pathways from which to choose. Two closed as a third remained open, after a few minutes the sounds of many shambling corpses could be heard. A hulking mass of flesh and bone, that seemingly moved as one. It was a little disconcerting at first however Karys had grown used to the sight of the fell creatures. Korriban was plagued by them night and day. In his youth his father and Adas spirit had pitted him against many of the undead, korriban zombies some called them. Karys knew them for what they were...undead corpses. The dead who the spirits had refused to let go, the guardians of the valley of the dead and it's secrets. Cursed to forever obey the planet's will and the darkside. He held his lightsaber ready, and waited for the first to encroach upon him. Many held a simple sword and shield, while some adopted blasters and one even held a saber. A Jedi who fell to the whims and whispers of the Dark Lord's he fathomed. A weakness he did not share. As the first strike came he stepped back, and then simply swung his arm wide using the force to send the first row of undead tumbling into the one behind it. Advancing his position, Karys deftly deflected a incoming sword from a escaped corpse and crushed the skeletal form between it's own shield, replying in kind he contineed via lifting it and sent the animated spirit crashing into the far wall...a feat which crushed the ageless bones to a pulp at the exertion. Moving to the next he swept corpse after corpse aside before confronting his first real challenger. Karys had learnt long ago that the ancient Necromancers had created specific types of undead to guard the tombs of Korriban. Tomb Guardians being the more prevalent of them, skeletal creatures that had increased skill and strength even in death in whatever weapon they were created holding and were are able to use any armor they are created wearing. He had been aware long ago that 'Tomb Guardians' were notably more intelligent than revenants or wraiths but were still fairly simple minded. Unlike the dreaded Tomb Princes, martial champions entombed with their Dark Lord in death. It was not the fact they still lived that made them terrifying...by themselves they were a fact to be cautious of yes, but not dreaded. It was the fact that the Tomb Princes were fully intelligent, possessing the personality of the person they were before their death that made them formidable. Added onto the fact that though they are compelled to obey their master, a tomb prince was able to create up to five tomb guardians under his command. Each with varying degree of expertise was reason for pause. The sith apprentice took it all in his stride. As the remainder of the corpses meandered into the room, he cut through them. Pulling one he impaled it with his commandeered saber before slicing upwards and cleaving it's skull in two, turning he split another horizontal at the torso before crushing it's head under his boot. One could never be too careful when it came to the undead. Before long and he was alone with the Tomb Guardian, whom had looked on dispassionate and hungry. It longed for Karys soul. He would deny it, it's meal. Karys sent what would have been a crippling Force Push towards the Guardian, a move which was denied by a summoned Force Wave. Clearly the guardian was equipped to deal with most threats, Jedi, Sith or otherwise. Karys's Force Push hit the Guardian's wave - and the Guardian's wave plowed straight through it. But it was weakened, and though it still threw the Sith Apprentice back he was able to gracefully somersault and land on his feet. "Fear the dead, Karys," Adas warned cryptically. "For the dead have nothing left to fear." He matched Karys speed as they came together again; clad in orbalisk armor, he simply shifted enough to take the blows full on his armor rather than block with his sith sword, arrogantly keeping the weapon lowered. What he did not seem to expect was the impact of Karys's crushgaunt on his face; the gauntlet failed to punch through the nigh-impenetrable organic armor, but the Guardian still took the blow hard, staggering back and snapping his sword up to ward off any follow-up attacks. Karys next movement, a Force Repulse caught him full-on. The armor again blunted the blow, protecting the Guardian from turning into what could be politely called a 'fine red mist', but it did nothing to dissipate its kinetic energy. The Sith Spirit was hurled backwards, slamming into the stone wall and leaving a deep crater behind. More cracks spider-webbed throughout the stone as he extricated himself from the wall. Drawing deeply on the Dark Side, Karys took his chance. Summoning the dark energies of the tomb and armoring himself in them, he utilised Force Hatred. The waves of Dark Side energy began to interfere with the Guardian's connection to the Force - a fact Karys quickly took advantage of. Reaching one hand out, he seized the Guardian's throat in a crushing Force Choke; with the other, he telekinetically wrenched chunks of stone from nearby and flung them at the spirit. Sped by the Force, he quickly followed behind them, sustaining the Choke until he was right in front of the spirit and begun battering him with a crushingly-powerful array of saber blows aimed at his neck and legs. Soon enough the Guardian was weakening. Covered in bruises and slowly starving of oxygen, splendid swordplay kept Karys limbs attached to his body. As their weapons met again and again, Karys began to suspect thew Guardian's skill with a blade, though truly formidable, was not as great as his own - the pillar's of it's fighting style were his inhuman strength, untempered aggression, and impenetrable armor. But taking advantage of this realisation was the difficult part. Karys body avoided injuries, but his unprotected cloak was cut to ribbons by the Guardian's furious assault. Karys riposted opened the Guardian's defences enough for Karys elbow to smash into his face, briefly stunning the spirit and sending him staggering back. Reaching up to his shattered nose, The Guardian wiped away the blood trickling down into his mouth, and readied a high ward. And it was then Karys landed the killing blow, jumping above he approached from behind and impaled straight into then heart. Not taking any chances, the sith apprentice sliced upwards, splitting the spirit in two. The doors opened allowing Karys to choose his next path. Moving on Karys was able to enter the Sarcophagus room. It was here Adas spirit awaited and as he entered spoke. ''You have done well, Karys. Most unexpected...I shall allow you to live...for now. But fail me again and I will not be so forgiving. Come claim your reward.'' Karys noted to the right side of the sarcophagus lay a blade emitter lens. Just what he needed, picking it up he placed it into the pouch he ahd been given previously. Only then did he exit the tomb and begin the arduous task of dragging Darth Quietus body back to his tomb.

Korriban. Home. Home of both the Sith species and of the Sith Order, focal point of the Darkside of the Force, and his world. This was what awaited Karys as he exited hyperspace and felt the currents of the force. Feeling the darkness calling to him like a beacon. One which readily greeted him with open arms. As he looked on at the red planet, and felt the currents of the force swirl in darkness about it...he could not but be pleased to return. This was his domain, his heritage. His empire. His by birthright and right of blood, a god among the living...yet many wished to take his throne. And now they had reason to ridicule and to judge. Something he would need to change, to put the contender's back in their place. Many thought he was dead after Faust, as he exited the ship Karys considered and would try and steal what was not theirs. After the tombs he would pay a visit to the city of Ur. Korriban's oldest settlement, when Korriban was reformed Clan Adas the most powerful and influential clan, had returned to it's seat of power and rebuilt the ancient city from the ground up with the Narat's help. Funds drawn from the coppers of the poor, corrupt schemes and secret political maneuvering. In secret they had gained control and wrested it from the Graush millennia ago...something the Graush had not forgotten or forgiven. Old hatreds remained fresh. The Graush were rival for the throne, and had tried a few times already to kill Karys without success. They would his current death as a victory and chance to strike. He would need to restore order. And remove any rivals for his position, secretly...laying blame on others or elsewhere...less the clans would oppose and revolt. He needed them, as much as they needed him politically. Losing their support would be catastrophic so he could take no chances. But first the task ahead. He walked across the endless desert, and confronted the dunes with body in toll. Darth Quietus rid on his back. The dunes were endless. Miles upon miles of them. Yet he knew it well, this was where he grew up and became the man he was. This was his homeland. Korriban was as welcoming as ever it seemed, a band of Ta'kata approached. He felt the Darkside, it was strong here. The beasts were looking for an easy meal, one he would deny them. Attacking the first as it pounced and bound for him, used the force and jumped above it's head before impaling a saber in it's spine and drawing upwards to it's skull. He followed up as the second approached, turning to meet his prey's eyes. Saber aimed forward he stuck it into the beast's mouth and tossed the body at a third Ta'kata before summoning the force to smash both beasts into a nearby rock. He heard the sickening crunch of flesh and bone and felt life ebb away. More victims to Korriban's bloodlust nature. The foruth approached cautiously, obviously the pack leader. The Alpha. This one was larger than the others, with more muscle. A black beast with fire in it's eyes. It pounced with lightning speed, almost catching the young apprentice off guard until Karys applied the force to push it away into the sand. Acting quickly, he jumped at the beast only for it to grab his other arm. Looking at each other, beast and man fought. Before the massassi acquired an edge. Tumbling the beast round he thrust his saber towards the Ta'kata's ribs impaling, the beats yelped and let go. backing off it snarled...before checking it's wound and circling, intent to continue the hunt. Finally it pounced, karys let out a wicked grin as he gripped it's throat and thrust his saber with the force into it's chest. It's life forfeit. After this encounter he continued his quest, on to the Valley Of the Dark Lords. Trekking through the night, he reached the sacred burial ground at dawn. On all of Korriban this was the epicenter of darkness...the valley of the dead. Only the Sith Order and priests were permitted to enter here. For anyone else it was punishable by imprisonment pending exceptional circumstances or death. Karys left Raynuk Montar/Darth Quietus with the priests until he returned from the first tomb. Each tomb played a pivotal role in Karys life or had significant meaning. Adas for his heritage and blood, Quietus found him and then betrayed and abandoned him, a fact which still irked him, and Xendor since the Sith Weapon Masters’ roots he had read from the Sith Archives could be traced back as far as the Minions of Xendor’s rebellion when Xendor counted a number of Weapon Masters as members of his army. The group had interested him, so he decided to find out for himself. From Xendor himself, if these rumors had any truth. With confidence and no fear, saber and parts in hand...he entered the first Tomb to whatever fate awaited him inside.

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Darkness...that is all he saw. The unfathomable darkness of space remained silent, ever waiting for something to happen. And something had happened, something which had brought the massassi into it's deep, murky depth's and away from the Shadow's Gambit. As the commandeered shuttle exited hyperspace, Karys considered his options. He knew there would be repercussions should Quietus find out he had fled his service, but yet he was unafraid of this...he had no illusions of the fate that awaited him should he find out, it was the fate of any who betrayed their former master, even more so among the sith. But yet he felt compelled to do so. Not by a physical presence but rather one that had manifested in the force and drawn his gaze, a power greater than even he fathomed Quietus dare realised. A power that could lead him to what he truly sought. But first he was required to wait on a vain hope that another 'beacon' in the darkness would surface. A beacon that would hopefully direct him to the source of the wound in the force. But as luck would have it even as his focus was upon the force he needed supplies and a new ship...he knew of one place whereby he could get both. Coruscant. Even his people had heard of it and it's troubled history. And now he would need to pay it a visit. Inputting the correct co-ordinates he set a course even as he waited for the elusive beacon that would lead him to his destiny.

((Sorry for holding you up Sapphire been real busy on my end however I won't hold you any longer. In fact my plans now take me elsewhere IC so I leave you free to deal with the situation as you please)) Karys was about to issue a ultimatum to the two pirates currently holed up inside their ship in the hangar...when he felt it. A un-natural disturbance, not here but elsewhere. Something had shifted in the force, a darkness..a wound had opened up and this intrigued him or rather enthralled him, more so than his current predicament. He wondered how it was his master did not feel it also, if he did not then he was perhaps not the one he was looking for. He could almost feel the power coming from whatever it was and felt compelled to seek out the source as he felt the dark call to him like a beacon in the deep of space. In fact he felt several beacons from various locations all further than the next. For good or ill he made a choice. He found himself compelled to disobey his current master, compelled to seek out this dark wound. He gave orders for the men to keep the pirates in the hangar and to even despite his leave contain them inside by whatever means necessary. He heard pandemonium aboard as he enetred the upper decks and rumors that the stock market on Corellia had crashed followed by a ultimatum to the senate and all at large via the holonet by a sith. One he had heard of before only by reputation even on Korriban...Faust. It greatly amused him that he had such gall and the audacity to make such a public display of defiance. It excited him that he invited chaos so openly, a man unto his own heart. It was lucky for him he had never taken to putting much money in stocks, he kept safe boxes heavily secured and guarded instead stored in various places in the galaxy at large. Such a man he could follow, if he could find him. Unlike the man who he currently served who seemed more intent on merely toying with pirates rather than sowing the seeds of chaos as was the sith's destiny. As was his destiny..his birthright. For the supposed inheritor of his people's power so far he was not impressed, perhaps this Faust could show him who truly had inherited his people's power.Thinking upon it he could think of only one way to find this...Vladamir Faust, this man who would be worthy of his service. He would need to wait for the next beacon and then he would know where to find him and from there to arrange for it that he would not meet a premature demise by his hand. He moved quickly, masking his movements aboard the ship from both the captain and his master. It wasn't long before he was able to locate a vacant shuttle and quickly make his exit, however before he left he made certain to remove the evidence that he had left from the records using what knowledge of computers and the ship he had. By the time it would be discovered something was amiss, he would be long gone. Although the scans would no doubt pick up a shuttle however it made no difference, one way or another he was leaving. And with that he took what weapons he had brought with him and placed them in the shuttle before powering it up. When asked where he was going he simply told them he was on a errand from Quietus and it soon kept them quiet. With that he set co-ordinates for the deep of space and hoped he would find the beacon he sought. Even as he left he listened out in the force for it.

((I assume both Ruby and Sapphire are aboard now going by what Sapphire put in the space thread. As such my post is based on that fact.)) Another hour had passed before Karys made contact with Captain Kira again. He was beginning to lose patience, that was until he heard some interesting news, it appeared their 'guests' had returned. A fact which confounded him but which brought a smile to his face. The force it seemed favored him as now the hunter had his prey back in his sights. He would make them regret coming back yes but most of all...he would make them suffer for denying their fate. Unaware of what else had transpired the massassi cared only of his assigned task, it had become his purpose and without it he was nothing. He had made it his sole duty to hunt this Chiss and any who got in his way would reap their reward for such an offense. All, save his master could command him to relent. His task was to capture the Chiss and catch her he would, the pirates simply made his job easier by coming back to him. Kira further informed him of the fact the Chiss was not alone. It twas as expected, she had help on the outside however it mattered little. She to would get her due reward in time as all who opposed would. Oh how they will suffer. The dark does not forgive nor does it forget. He spoke through to Kira. ''Captain it's Karys. Lock down the hangar bay the two pirates just arrived in, the surrounding area and seal them in until I get there, have turrets trained on them at all times with stun rounds. Also seal the damned grates and gas the venting system in that area without alerting the guests...some kind of sleeping agent should do it. I want no escapes this time. Have a dozen men or so equipped with blaster rifles set to stun, CryoBan and Stun grenades if possible, riot shields and batons to meet in an adjacent room for briefing. I'm done playing nice with these two. Keep the two pirates in that hanger no matter what they say or try to do and keep the doors sealed. Have someone go in and tell the pirates that someone has been sent to escort them and that they will be required to wait there until the 'escort' has arrived. But whatever you do, do not let them catch on to our scheme and do not let them out. Delay them however necessary should words fail but do not kill them. We need them alive. And if people start asking questions about the large number of men, make up some excuse about a politician or some such. And if others ask about why the hangar area is sealed off tell them it's a electrical issue and you can't do nothing about it at the moment. Or say it's a maintenance issue. Whatever you use I trust your imagination can come up with something. I'll meet your men shortly, in the meantime have them prepare and be ready by the time I arrive. Inform my master that we shall soon have his prize.'' At that moment Karys ended the communique. He was fairly certain he almost felt Kira's raised heartbeats which almost made him smile. Almost. The massassi set about placing the armor he came in on and adjusted it, checking that it allowed him to freely move and fight if required. Moving to the bed he leaned under and opened up a ancient looking chest. Inside of which contained most of his weaponry. Looking inside he decided which might be better suited to his task. Grabbing 'Chaosas' he placed it upon his right had, briefly flexing his wrist and fingers and adjusting it to allow movement in much the same way as he had checked his armor. Happy with the outcome he proceeded to lift up 'Adas Fury' and applied the same treatment before placing it on his belt, across the front of his torso before picking up his combat knife 'Tsis Skylum', placing it in his boot. Just in case. Now to the ship armory for a few more supplies. Closing the case and standing up, Karys practically jogged to the ship armory, entering he chose a selection deciding upon 3 Cryoban, 3 stun grenades and two stun batons. Attaching the grenades across the back and front of his belt he he slid the two batons into holsters he had grabbed and stuck them on both sides of his legs (think commando style). He checked he could move as freely as before, before departing. He was sufficiently happy. Now he was ready. He headed to the nearest turbolift and entered, keying it to take him to the hangars. Hanging his hood over his face, he covered himself as he went about before heading to the selected briefing room that had been discussed with Captain Kira. Inside the men waited patiently, all standing, making last minute adjustments. As Karys entered silence seemed to ensue. He could taste their fear of him and curiosity. He cared little for it save to feed his rage for the coming battle. That was if a battle occurred, but he fathomed these pirates would not go easily and chose that root. It was in their nature to run and hide from their fates. He however had no such moral compulsions or feelings. He accepted whatever fate had in store for him. He spoke up as all could hear. ''Listen up, I'm only going to say this once. When we go in there, I want it professional. No mistakes or I shall personally gut you all one by one and make sure your mothers will never recognize your corpse for the funeral. Do I make myself clear.'' Karys listened before hearing a unanimous yes. Fear of death, he found was a useful motivator, as was the reputation of the force users. His 'gift' had it's benefits. He carried on. ''Keep those two within your sights at all times and act on my command only. I shall distract the two.When I give the signal AND ONLY when I give the signal, move in surround and contain them. Do not let them get back aboard their ship or elsewhere. As for where we contain them we do it here.'' He pointed to a location a little further down the corridor to where the pirate's hangar was. A perfect bottleneck with a few area's where at least some of the men could hide well enough. As for the others they would go with him to meet their 'guests'. Afterall it was too be expected that at least some security would show up with him to meet them. As was the common practice with dignitaries and politicians. It would better mask his true purpose and aid the illusion. However he knew there was also a chance the illusion would fail. At which point he would consider a decisive countermeasure, but for now he was confident of his plan. He continued. ''Stun them with bolts first, ram them with the shields and baton them to the ground until their legs give up swinging. But allow them to remain otherwise unbroken and alive. If that fails throw the Cryo's and Stuns. Aim ahead of them and continue firing stuns. I will cover where I can. Make no mistake this time she and her help DO NOT get away. Now go to your positions and put your masks on.'' With that all was set in motion. He informed Captain Kira to begin. Secretly and with stealth, doors begun to seal up, vents were systematically gased with a powerful sleeping agent. Coma gas was the given choice. A colorless, odorless gas used to incapacitate most species of humanoids. Common in riots it was plentiful in the galaxy. As such they had ample stock of the substance aboard. All it took was a few breaths of coma gas for a person to be out for hours. A reason Karys approved of it's choice. All of course this was being done without the guests knowing. Overall it took an hour or two of waiting, a fact which infuriated Karys but he had no choice to abide by. Those that complained why the hangar area was sealed in that particular part of the ship were given ample excuses. He doned a mask as to not be affected by the gas, just as he had informed the security team too. When meeting the two pirates, since they did not know his species, he could explain it away easily enough. He sent the droid in. Soon it would be time to act. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A short while later..... Shortly after the doors were sealed, one opened up letting a single occupant enter by closing again. A droid not all dissimilar from a certain silver droid in a movie a long, long time ago in a long forgotten prequel trilogy. ''Greetings, I am C8H0. Representative Karys, spokesman for Lord Quietus asks that you forgive his delay in meeting you but he will be with you shortly. He also says that do not be alarmed by the closed doors in the area it is just a maintenance and electrical test.''

((Sorry for such a long delay people. had a really really hectic few weeks.)) As the ensign relayed the report, Karys simply stared at him for a moment or two. He didn't even react as the ensign expected despite the fact he had just been told flat out his plan had no hope of working and that there was no way of tracking his prey. Karys however knew better, he knew there were other ways to achieve his aim and such incompetence and oversight on the crews behalf made one eyebrow almost seem to twitch for a second or two as if inside his anger boiled, which if truth be told it was. The massassi thought for a moment before conceiving a alternative solution. It was time for some research. ''If that is the case then it is as I feared. Our target is far more resourceful than we thought and has more to her than meets the eye if she has the skill and know how to disable the pod without us catching on. Which brings me to an alternative solution perhaps to our problem, that is if no-one balls it up this time.'' Pausing a moment Karys continued. ''Inform the captain to find anything on our 'guest' downstairs on the holonet or through whatever sources you have, no matter how obscure. I want known aliases known or unknown, last known contacts, friends or more specifically if she is known to associate with this Chiss far more than she lets on, what skills she possesses and acquaintances from other jobs she may have done, what group she belongs to if any, what ship she has, anything at all even if it is just what she has for breakfast each morning I want to know it all. Let's see if something of our Chiss turns up from that. Perhaps she and her 'friends' are known elsewhere and just maybe through her we can find more about our target and see just where her skills lie therein to find her weakness and exploit it. If we are lucky we may also find the name of the ship she is on and be able to track her from that by this search.''

When the officer arrived he found that Karys was sitting with his legs crossed, deep in meditation in the force. He found it relaxed him when he delved into the force such a position, he hadn't known it would be of so much use before he met Quietus but now...he saw the true value of meditation. His mind was one with the darkside for the moment as he focused upon the Sith Code he had been shown and upon how best to net his prize. He hoped his plan worked. When he felt the officer enter he arose from his position and turned around. "I trust your visit here is not without reward? Tell me what news have you of our prey.'' Karys listened as the officer told him how they had traced the homing beacon the moment it entered the system. His hunch had been right, and the Chiss was back for her friend, it was likely as expected she was not alone and now had a bigger ship in which the escape pod now sat. He let a slight smile crept across his lip at how he had bested his prey for the moment. For all her gall she had failed to de-activate the beacon and it would be her downfall. Or so he thought. He spoke to the officer. ''The girl is either more foolish than I thought or she has something more up her sleeve. Interesting.'' Karys was lost in a moment of thought. How to catch such a slippery prey? And then it all fell into place. He turned to face the officer and spoke again, this time with authority and a hint of intimidation making him fully aware of what would happen if he delayed. ''Take me to the bridge at once. Time is of the essence.''

Karys sat waiting in his suite for what seemed like an hour before he decided he would find out what was the hold up. He headed to the bridge, hoping to make sense of just what had happened and after entering found just why there was a hold up. He entered just as a junior officer began to inform the 'good' captain that their prey had eluded them via jettisoning during the hyper-speed jump. He admitted he had to admire her gall to do such a thing but it would count for nothing in the end, the odds of surviving were slim...however he could not shake the feeling this one was different. That the Chiss had survived, he had to be sure. He began to think of the next step. Quietus would not be happy if he found out their prey had eluded them, thus he needed a alternate plan. Approaching the captain he spoke with a new idea in his head, one which if he was right could potentially net more than just the Chiss for his master. It was gamble but if it worked would reward with a larger payoff. ''Hmmm this Chiss is more clever than I gave her credit for, but she underestimates us also. Captain are your escape pods equipped with homing beacons? Let's see if we can track her if at all. From now on I want updates delivered every hour, anything out the ordinary no matter how small. If what I believe is right, she's done this type of thing before and it's a gamble but if my hunch is right she'll be back for her friend and it is then we will have our chance. Our current prisoner will be our bait even she herself does not yet know it. ''

As Quietus explained where Karys went wrong during the duel he couldn't help but agree after some thought into the matter. He hated himself for missing key points and showing his weakness in front of the Sith, however he vowed he would not do so again and just as he did he heard the words. Words which were ageless, timeless and as ancient as his species. Words which held true power and meaning which if he deciphered right would unlock his shackles from the galaxy and make him the god he wished to be to his people and whom would show the galaxy that some things are best not left forgotten. First he heard the words in sithese. Words which seemed to awake something deep within the massassi at his core. Miers ir meli; Tur ir tikai aizraušanās. Ar aizrautību, es gūt spēku. Ar spēku, es iegūt varu. Izmantojot varu, es gūt uzvaru. Caur uzvaru, mans ķēdēm ir sadalīti. Spēks nosaka mani bez maksas. And then again he heard them in basic. Peace is a lie; There is only passion. Through passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall set me free. Normally such words would have had no such affect upon the massassi, however these words were different. He allowed himself to consume them and decipher them in his own way and through them he began....slowly to understand the context of the words and from that experience something dark began to take form in him. Dark thoughts and passions were seemingly available all at once or so it seemed to him at least. It was a feeling he wished to keep and as such he sought to remember the words and engrave them upon his dark soul. These words he would remember, for he knew his master did not speak them lightly just as he explained the reason why Karys failed. Those words too hit home and he swore he would not be so blind again. It was at that moment the lesson came to it's sudden end, Karys was certain his master was about to punish him however allowed breath to escape his lip ever so slightly as he was spared. Clearly the force had seen to it he would be spared this time but for what reason he would soon know. And with that on his mind as with all he had learnt in the lesson he followed his master to the bridge. ========================================================================================================= Karys found it mildly amusing when the two Sith arrived at how quickly the good captain divulged all he knew on the situation that had developed. But that feeling quickly turned to one of disgust at how easily he had allowed his men to let the Chiss evade capture. Quietus it seemed was more forgiving of the situation however Karys knew had he been the one in charge he would not be so quite forgiving of the man or of the men involved in the operation, to him such incompetence was a sign of weakness. And the Sith had no time for such weakness. However it was not his call to spare the man or not, that was to be his master's decision and soon he made it. As Captain Kira relayed what he thought the group were planning to do Karys couldn't help but allow his anger to simmer on the surface. That these...filth thought they could rob the Sith, not just any sith but his master of all people and by extension himself and remain unharmed...that made his blood boil. However he did admire the method by which they had attempted it with the string of pearls explosives and the hidden comm receiver even if in the end it was doomed to fail as well as the gall they had to even try to attempt to rob the Sith. It spoke volumes of their confidence in their abilities but to Karys it simply told him they simply didn't know when enough was enough. In this case they underestimated their competition and would now pay the price for it. The massassi was quick to notice how Quietus demeanor changed when he approached the neural whip. It seemed he had a history of some sort with that particular weapon, but Karys couldn't quite grasp just how. It would be a question he would perhaps if his master permitted him to ask, ask later and allow him to satisfy his curiosity. And then his master turned to face him, his facial expression spoke more than his words ever could. He meant business and Karys was only to happy to please at being informed this was his second test. Albeit this test would have far more fatal results should he fail and thus he vowed to not fail. He would prove he was worthy of being a Sith and more importantly of being Quietus apprentice. Clenching his fists he approached the captain while securing his weapons. He would need them if what he thought of the Chiss was true. From what he saw of the camera footage she knew how to handle herself in a fight, which was good enough for him. He enjoyed prey which fought back. Karys regarded Quietus instructions. He noted that his master neglected to mention in just what condition she had to be returned, only that she be returned alive to him. This brought a slight grin to the massassi as he thought of the possibilities of just how to catch his prey. Listening to Captain Kira, Karys began to form a rough picture of just where his prey was most likely to be based upon her last known location. He let the captain continue to explain every detail while hiding his contempt for the man from him, playing to the same facade he had used so many times before and making the captain think he was not angry at him still for failing to capture the girl on his own without the help of the two sith. It was a hidden rage. As Captain Kira read the latest security report out and scanned for any news on the fugitive, Karys heard the ping of the comm system and listened in. So they were now on the move, this improved his chances. Now she truly had very few places to run and hide especially when the ship was moving and headed to the deep of space. It would be quite a long journey which would give him some leeway he could use against his prey. Karys informed the captain of his plan to disguise himself as a technician and attempt to navigate the vents starting where she disappeared and as such requested that the captain have his men secretly bring his weapons and hide them in one of the alcoves near to where his target was last seen without gaining the attention of the guests as instructed by Quietus. He knew no-one on the ship had likely seen his species before so he could use that and he could easily walk about the ship working to his role with little trouble and then secretly separate himself from the general crowd as to better track and capture his target without alerting too much suspicion. Especially when he was unarmed, but that didn't make him any less dangerous. He doubted even his target had seen a massassi before except maybe in a ruin somewhere depicted in a battle scene of some type or shown seemingly worshiping depictions of ancient sith. Most hadn't seen one until now. Karys spoke again to the captain, making the threat very real of just what he expected of the man. And just what Quietus expected of them both. ''Captain, see if you can't commandeer me a technician's clothing and have it brang to my suite. I shall then proceed, you meanwhile will wait for further instructions. Have your men be ready to move at a moment's notice into position once she is located. Then we shall contain her. We must not alert our quarry to me or your men however. Or we shall both lose our heads.''

Karys allowed his lip to curl ever so slightly at being defeated, it was not something he ever looked forward too. As his master spoke he considered what to say as he weighed what he had done in the fight. He knew he had done well to begin with but near the end he had let his rage and emotions take too much control of his body, this he believed was what allowed him to lose along with becoming too predictable. He arose from the ground as Quietus placed his robe back on and spoke. ''I believe it was twofold. I became too predictable and also allowed my rage and emotions of the fight to consume me thus allowing you to control the fight in your favor until I experienced what could only be described as 'speeding' up as it were. I was unaware I was capable of such a thing...it is something I would like to explore further in the future. But regardless of this slight advantage had I not be so blinded by rage and been so predictable I may have won, it is something I shall consider in future and meditate upon when time permits.'' It was while thinking upon this, while delving in the force ever so briefly that he was sure he felt something...a disturbance. He didn't know what it was but the force told him something was going on and close by. It intrigued him as to what it may be and so he inquired at it with his master. ''There is something else as well master. I feel...a disturbance, within the force. What it is I do not know but it appears close by at least that's what I believe the force to be telling me.''

((Sorry for the delay. Hope this shall do.)) Although his attack did not quite go as well as planned, the punch to his upper ankle and the discs impacting with his shins did not do as much damage as would be expected...in part due to the krayt dragonhide and the cortosis underweave that protected his legs and body and in part due to his already extensive natural resistance to pain mixed with his thick skin protecting from any lasting damage. It only served to push the massassi further and entice him to think more creatively. As his sword was pulled from his grasp, Karys couldn't help but chuckle a little, amused at thinking what poor soul would be assigned to remove it and bring it to him after this dual was done and on thinking what the unfortunate person may think when seeing it where it was and just how it got there. He noted that for a few split seconds his master seemed to momentarily pause, or be distracted he wasn't sure which however it did not matter for it was a moment he would use to his own advantage. Limping a little due to the hit he took earlier, Karys struck. He was still somewhat enraged and found that something happened. He wasn't sure how or why but he found himself 'rushing' forwards faster than hew thought was possible before now, time seemed to slow as seconds became what seemed like minutes. He had heard from the elders of the forces ability to speed someone up as to make time seem still but had thought it nothing but a myth...that was until now. And then it all made sense. This was what his master meant when he had said 'Your thoughts must be focused, must be clear of doubts.' In that moment when time stood still the massassi balancing on his lesser damaged foot advanced preparing himself for the brunt of his masters likely counter. His attack was two-fold. Firstly instead of outright charging he feigned an advance. Starting with a straight forward attack he sidestepped to Quietus left, grabbing or rather yanking Quietus arm en-route in a single twisting motion and remembered what he had learnt of pressure points in his youth as he jabbed under his armpit hard with his hand, in a angled balled fist that would hopefully cause a momentary lapse or at least a very sore pain throughout his arm as nerves gave way. In that moment his aim was simple. Grasping a hold of the same arm with his own arm and clasping both his arms shut around his master's neck and left arm from behind (think police lock in terms of where his arm is), the massassi attempted to force his master's arm down and to twist, the aim of which was to either snap it, disable it or cause severe discomfort for the remainder of the fight while simultaneously attempting to force Quietus to breath a little harder. With a single movement he yanked hoping his master's arm would lock correctly and that it would enable the following movements that made up the snapping motion as he adjusted his legs to compensate for his master's weight, his own and the possibility that both could topple or worse.

Meanwhile... As the kick progressed and Karys lashed out with the kick, Quietus had reacted. He did indeed fall to one knee as intended, however instead of it being a reaction to the impact meant to buckle his knee, it appeared that Quietus had removed the opportunity and took command of it. With his now lower stance, his forearm was poised to meet the shin and foot of the massassi. But instead of connecting with it as his knee would have, Quietus' arm was angled lower than the kick. At the fateful moment of impact, Quietus brought his arm up, and hooked under Karys' ankle, deflecting the blow upward and away. The result was that Karys' leg was brought higher up, out of a flexibility range that even the Massassi could achieve thus tipping him over which only served to anger Karys as he slammed his fist into the ground in frustration before getting up again. And then he heard the words and saw Quietus remove his robe. "I certainly hope you have more to show me apprentice..." That single sentence and what appeared it's condescending tone set Karys into overdrive. His fury and rage grew. Both knew at that moment that playtime was over, and that now was when weapons would join the fray. Recovering Karys made his next move, removing the sword ''Adas Fury' he ran towards his master, becoming a whirlwind of death as again he fed off his masters emotions as he had been told and was using the sustenance derived directly from the dark side of the Force, in part of his natural symbiotic relationship with it, a feeling which came naturally as he fed upon it, and empowered it in turn. A symbiosis. With that each blow that came was as the lightning before the thunder as he swept from all angles aiming to obliterate the man. Despite his large bulking size, the massassi was rather agile. He was acutely aware of his master's own weaponry and was cautious of the fact when he made his approach. Up until this moment he had been holding back. This was the moment when he would no longer do so, and thus as he attacked. Just mere seconds before impact he unleashed from his lanvarok three razor sharp discs directly at Quietus face. He knew of course they would be easily deflected by a sith master such as he but that was merely all part of his plan, his ruse. All played a part in a larger scheme of the battle. They were the distraction for behind the discs came the massassi and a whirlwind of destruction when he sliced left to right with several blows in a swathe that would easily bisect a normal man as he went for the jugular and rammed his foot straight at Quietus groin in a carefully orchestrated move. Even if he missed initially, he angled himself so as to should it fail he could at least deflect an attack and counter with a roundhouse to the ribs while his sword would follow through to hopefully catch his midsection. He calculated the range and possible outcomes. And then he recalled a phrase...'all was fair in war' for war held no pity or remorse for the weak and as such he would go to any means to win. He was aiming to keep the battle enclosed and close as to make better use of his martial skills where possible. Making sure for every attack there was a opportunity for a possible counter. War was his art and he was creating a symphony orchestrator. To a casual observer it be a true spectacle to see as almost as two creatures of the dark battled for dominance over the other. Today Quietus was Karys prey and he would prove he had what it took to be one with the darkside.

Karys considered what Quietus had said before nodding and listening to his master as he divulged his plans. As he listened he couldn't help but inwardly smile at the innumerable possibilities the opportunity would allow. Once all was explained the ship once again blasted off into the deep of space. -------------------------------------------------- In the weeks following the ship's departure from the Kuat Drive Yards and the rendezvous with Darth Eris, as the Shadow's Gambit under the direct control of Quietus made it's three stops at Talus, Kamino, and finally Gromas, Karys had spent his time familiarizing himself with the ship and it's various systems. Even at times inspiring fear in the ranks of those who knew that he and Quietus were sith and ensuring their loyalty and that they would keep their mouths shut. Those that didn't had quickly found themselves become the newest part of the bottom of a turbolift shaft (at least when no-one knew he was there or when they were not looking) or a notch upon Karys sword which always brightened up his day as he took pride in his workmanship. Many on the ship had come to know his presence since even if they did not quite understand what part he served, it only made him inwardly laugh at the irony of the situation while at other times it eased his boredom as he awaited the day his master would finally begin his training in earnest. Finally it came. When his master beckoned that he come to the plaza gardens so that his training might continue, Karys could not have been more happy nor more excited as to the possibilities this would afford him. He had observed, been patient and now his time had come. The massassi made sure he was equipped for the job just in case he was asked to fight something or other and thought upon what lesson he would be imparted today as he walked the many hallways until he finally came to the plaza itself on time. As Queitus effortlessly turned to face him, Karys looked at his master with a eager smile as he heard the words he was waiting for. Now was his turn. And so he acted accordingly, without hesitation nor fear as he replied to the question that was posed to him. ''As you wish my master.'' Within that moment, what was once a smile quickly faded into one denoting a serious demeanor as the facade dropped and revealed the massassi's true form. Remembering what Quietus had told him previously about feeding off of emotions when he had posed the question and of how the force whispered to him but he was to preoccupied to hear it, Karys attempted to use this knowledge to his advantage. Using what he had been told he attempted to listen as he focused himself and shut out the rest of the world around him. Everything except Quietus and the plaza which would serve as his arena. He deemed first of all to start simply with his fists knowing full well that in that regard he may have an advantage in that his master was unfamiliar with his martial form. Few were. The ancient massassi martial arts of which he was familiar had not been seen in the galaxy for millenia, at least in most places but it did still exist regardless and this was a rare opportunity where anyone who was looking would catch a glimpse of it. His movements were fast, concise and powerful, it was truly a form created to break bones and expose the various pressure points on the body to excruciating pain, a form created to use techniques effectively to use eight weapons in the fists, elbows, knees and feet. But it was not this alone it also encompassed tricks or 'Mae Mai' (Master Tricks) and 'Look Mai' (Complimentary Tricks) which were the fighting movements. The form was created during a time when war was frequent and often. While not subtle it did the job it was intended for. Karys started simple, clenching his fists he entered the stance of his form, fists held high with the elbows used to shield his face and his legs evenly spaced apart for movement. And then he encircled his opponent, his eyes never once leaving his opponents own even as he moved. He struck, easily maintaining control and balance as he swung his right leg to attack his target with all the power he could muster, and in the same movement, his hip twisted in the same direction of the swing. It was all perfectly executed as he bent his legs a little and swung the kick aimed to the area around the knee-joint or the back of the knee joint in a attempt to either bring Quietus to one knee, break bone or at the very least knock him off guard. The kicking leg, was intended to be really powerful, and as such was straightened. At the same moment his hand guard was up securely ready to bring several well placed fists to the man's face, head and neck should his initial attempt fail. For now however he was simply testing the waters so to speak and as such reserved his more powerful techniques for when he needed them most. He waited for what Quietus might bring as he reveled in the thrill of the battle. ((Just for reference I based the massassi martial art style on Muay Thai as to give you some bearing on what stance his using ))

As the ship moved Karys stood silent. The only time he did move was when his master for some reason or other seemingly toppled over but before he could even act the Ta'kata beat him to Quietus. It was a brief display of weakness but one that did not worry Karys for he had no doubt that even in such a moment the man was just as deadly as ever. He spoke briefly in a moment of apparent true concern for his new master. He had no intention of losing him after getting so close to what he craved. ''Is everything ok master, you seemed to lose yourself for a moment there.'' It seemed his master was fine by all accounts as he quickly went about his normal business so Karys paid no mind. At least until he uttered in sithese a fact which did nothing but further his respect for the man, albeit it was a distinct dialect. He understood each word inexplicably and acknowledged them. It was then he followed Quietus. --------------------------------------------------------------- By the time that Eris brought her ship into the belly of the Shadow's Gambit, Karys was found to be simply looking out at nothing in particular and standing still at least before he was himself addressed by what he had by now guessed at was Quietus lover. The force and physical proximity of the two told him as such, subtle notions that the usual crowd would not know but a warrior would. He had even noticed a slight hint of misconduct upon her, the air of murder as came from a fresh kill. He paid no mind as the two began introductions and kissed although he did have a slight hint of jealousy come about at it for he lacked such a companion but hoped that time might provide such a thing eventually, his race needed replenishing and if he was the one to do it all the better. He missed the carnal pleasures of life and the slaves hardly provided any sport, to seduce a true woman, a real woman as he thought it was a rare challenge and one he hoped he would have time for eventually but for now his potential training and new master had his full attention. As Emily addressed him so did he nod and speak in his peculiar mix of basic with a heavy influence of sithese in tone. ''Oh I do appreciate him and his prowess. For in our short time he has taught me a great deal of the force even if I have not learnt it directly myself yet. His display at commanding this ship alone has given much insight as to the true nature of the force and what just can be done with such power. It is awe inspiring and something I can only wish to aspire too myself, someday I will make it so as to emulate such feats with his help.'' He spoke in a perfect syncronization of equal parts awe, respect, admiration and jealousy at least on a conscious level. Sub-consciously he was making his own determinations and decisions on what to make of this woman and tried to figure out just what sort of mayhem had she caused as to give such a aura, simply for curiosities sake. Karys had noticed that controlling the ship had taken a toll on his master a fact which concerned him for a moment before subsiding and paid mind to be careful of not over exerting himself in a similar fashion unless absolutely necessary when he finally had command of the force. He remained deadly silent as a display of words seemed to play out before him, although intriguing as it was he decided it best to just keep quiet and listen than to interrupt a conversation of which he had no part in. Although he did find it a little odd that she chose to suddenly change the subject matter but again it caused him no mind as he found it was of no concern of his. Only when his name was mentioned and when Quietus spoke of what Karys was to learn did his interest become more apparent. It seemed much depended upon what he learnt from his observations. He was all to happy to oblige and learn more from Quietus actions, at least more than he had done so far. He anticipated the moment when his training did begin in earnest much how a small child anticipates the moment they are given a bunch of sweets. He was savoring every moment up until that moment. Listening he held no doubt that he would feeling pain, pain which he was both familiar with and that which he was not along with all other manner of physical and mental torture as to make him a capable warrior of the sith. But yet he had no worry nor fear of such a moment, held no illusions as to just what it may bring and eagerly waited for it to arrive. When Emily left Karys looked to Quietus with a look that seemed to suggest confusion. And then he spoke. ''Very odd one that one. She is a fine choice for you although I wonder what brought that on, did I offend her in some way.''

Karys simply nodded as he listened to what his master said. So that explained the lack of Coresec however he could not shake the feeling that they would soon see them again and that something was amiss even if it did not show itself, he was more than a little paranoid as came with being from a culture where most wanted you dead or to replace you but for now he trusted his master's judgement. His reply was simple even despite the laughter of his master. He did not doubt his master would find a way to stop them should they try but could not shake the feeling they would try none the less. Such sorts rarely gave up such prey as he had told his master previously. "Let us hope so." --------------------------------------------------- As both strolled onto the bridge of the Shadow's Gambit he also surveyed the scene. Looking about Karys find a seat to his liking and planted himself with a good view out the front so that he might see the stars in all their glory and the vastness beyond. To see the void of space was to his mind akin to looking directly at the force in a sense and to viewing the darkside in all it's glory. For space was a chaotic mix full of emotion and imbalance which suited him just fine. And then he heard the words. "Now comes the real magic trick, a true show of force and power." Words directed towards him. What happened next peaked his interest and kept his gaze upon his master and the movement of the ship. He found himself wanting and craving the power he commanded despite knowing it was beyond his reach at the moment. Someday he swore he too would control such ships with a simple motion of the mind and movement but for now he was content to observe and learn. It was then the ship entered hyperspace to destinations unknown, he only hoped the next step he would start his true journey.

As the tour of the massive ship finished, Karys unlike his master was not surprised at all at the mannerisms of the human as he trailed behind him with his master. Throughout the tour every move he made the massassi noted, even noting the first impressions the man gave and how he reacted to the sight of Karys himself. Afterall first impressions spoke alot more than most words ever could. He continued to study the mannerisms of Shesh all the way up to the point of the tours end and when his master requested he speak of his impressions of him. Karys had taken care on the way over to the Kuat Shipyards to check just who ran the show here now and had found it to be CoreSec...what he figured amounted to nothing more than highly paid thugs who spoke of upholding the law and abiding by jurisdiction when it appeared behind the scenes they were more than happy to step beyond their bounds and break the very oaths they swore. It left a sour taste in his mouth and he would be wary of any trouble when they landed because of it. Although the foreman gave no indication of hidden knowledge and upheld his nervous look, Karys has a feeling in his gut something was wrong even if the force failed to reveal otherwise. His gut was rarely wrong. It was with that he spoke as his master instructed following by his side and keeping pace informing him of such. ''Yes...he did seem to ramble on alot and seems alot more nervous than one should under the circumstances and that to me causes concern. It was almost like he was trying too hard, at least that's the impression I got. He strikes me as the type to make any deal that may ensure his own survival, like a great many others of his variety in this galaxy and as such I do not trust him. My gut tells me his hiding something although the force and his general disposition says otherwise thus far. I do not know what it might be his hiding just yet, I can't seem to place my finger quite on it but his diffently rambling too much for someone who's just earnt a bucket load of credits, aside the obvious nervousness of being around two sith and a ta'kata. Most simply keep their mouths shut for fear of losing the contract or their life but him, he was not so. He acted differently than I imagined one would. Not including there was a distinct lack of CoreSec or any form of security which strikes me as troubling given their connection to the Jedi. Such people do not tire easily of their prey. It's as I said I got a bad feeling about him and this whole business. My gut is rarely wrong about these things. But enough of my gut you also requested of my input as to the ship itself.'' Karys paused a moment before continuing. ''The ship itself I believe is a magnificent marvel of engineering. There are a few spots where I might consider improvements but others than that it's fine on all counts, especially the hidden compartment and worth every credit.'' It was then he finished talking. He didn't like it one bit. The distinct lack of Coresec officers, security or any others aside the foreman worried him deeply. And how the man acted was also drawing his suspicion, rambling...talking on ceaselessly even despite the apparent look of boredom Karys had been giving him throughout the tour other than when they approached the ship itself. But he trusted his master knew best if there was such a problem and would deal with the worm appropriately should his gut be right.

Karys observed with interest the interaction between the Kuat Drive Yards control tower and his master. This was his first time here and as such he was unsure how they might react to a massassi, a species many thought extinct. A fact he would soon prove the whole galaxy wrong about. He let a slight grin grip his lip at the anticipation of it all and of seeing this project Quietus had mentioned earlier as he spoke, somewhat curious as to just who Captain Miller was and what had happened to him. "Interesting place master, such mechanical marvels. I can't wait to see this project you speak of although if might inquire, who is Captain Miller. Is he a jedi or one of their whelps you killed.'' It became obvious that the massassi had a nagging curiosity to know who the guy was and what happened to him. Much how a small child wished to know a certain story. Yet at this same time Karys hoped that whomever was in the shipyards wanted not to talk but to fight. He hoped they were that eager to die so he might taste his first victims among the sith. He craved that action, just as he craved the blood of the jedi and hoped they were that foolish.

((Ah ok sure thing.)) As Quietus spoke, Karys listened and looked at what his master was doing. For just as he craved knowledge of the darkside he also craved knowledge of the workings of ships other than his own and of what had become of the galaxy his people once knew. He wondered what role would he serve some day. Would he become a tool as his master proclaimed to be, a leader or something in-between. Anything was possible. His interest was further peaked when he heard how his master had been Dark Lord before many times, and that he was also of a warrior persona. Both revelations that only served to heighten his interest in what he might learn. Clearly he had been guided to the right man for both shared a similar path if one were to think of it like that. A path not made of stealth or of sith magic but one made of meeting the enemy blade upon blade. As his master spoke of how a new symbol of the Sith's power and right to rule had been built at Kuat, Karys couldn't help but smile. His smile further expanded into a grin that could kill a cat once he heard he was to be the first of many of a new breed of warrior's for the sith...he felt truly honored. The drums of battle called and he could not wait. Turning to Quietus he spoke briefly before the alarms went off that they had entered the system. "So I am to be the first of a new breed of warrior? I am truly honored. Rest assured I shall not let you down.''

The massassi listened, methodically and cautiously hearing out what his new master had to say. He took it all in eagerly as if he were drinking liquor from a barrel and nodded his head objectively as he processed everything. Yet such eagerness was all a very clever facade, he knew exactly what he was doing and how he was projecting himself. Deep within locked away his true thoughts on all of this lay. He had learnt long ago to be careful around the unknown, never to reveal your true self until you were certain the risk was worth it. He was uncertain of the man despite the fact he was a sith. History of what he had read spoke highly of their skills but at a heavy price to themselves and those around them in that they often ended up destroying themselves. He wondered was this man of that pedigree or had the sith he had heard about changed over the years into something less destructive to themselves, that the infighting had seized to some degree and put such skills to better use...against their enemies in the jedi. When he listened he began to understand, it was as he had thought emotion was the key, it always had been. It explained the moments when he was most angry that objects seemed to of no accord of their own take flight around him, or the fact he seemed to run faster and last longer when enraged as opposed to when he was not. It now all made perfect sense as the puzzle pieces fell into place, as his doubt began to fade and be replaced by anticipation of what else he might learn. as Quietus continued he thought it all over and the answer came. When he spoke of sacrifices his answer was instantaneous and without regret. "I will make any sacrifice required, no matter what it may mean to me personally. It is a cost I would gladly pay a thousand times over. I regret nothing of what I do only that my enemies shall not live to see what I may become. As for my ancestors if they chose to mock me in the afterlife they will be considered less than equal and therefore worthy only of my contempt, for I care not what they think of me in their petty jealousy only that they shall remember I will surpass where they have failed. It is true I wish to reconnect with them but not all of it is to do with proving myself. I am not so foolish as to be so narrow minded abut what my gift will afford me. I wish to claim the power I hold and not just be as a ant is to a boot or a speck of dust is to a mantle. Forgotten and decaded, stamped upon. My relationship to such power and authority is that I crave for it. People need somebody to watch over them. Ninety-five percent of the people in the galaxy need to be told what to do and how to behave, it is in their nature to obey just as it is in ours to rule them. It's the unspoken truth of humanity that the galaxy craves subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes their life's joy in a mad scramble for power. For identity. And it is for this reason that most in this galaxy were made to be ruled. In the end, they will always kneel. For freedom is life's great lie. Once the galaxy accepts that, a fact the jedi can never accept in their heart...only then shall the galaxy know peace. A peace born of the chaos and sowed by disorder. The jedi however do not understand this and never will it is why they sought to destroy us. We were once feared, we were once gods, I want that feeling to return. I desire that power over others. I wish to be as a god not as a sniveling sheep is to a wolf that most are content with and accept as 'life' in this galaxy. I wish to command the power to have others obey my whims, answer my desires, to crush my enemies under boot and to accomplish my ambitions. I was born to be more than a sheep. I was born to be the boot that stamps on the ant and not the latter so the galaxy may truly know why they fear the darkest corners of this universe.'' Karys finally paused hoping his answer was satisfactory.