Karys Narat iv-Adas

Karys had spent much of the time before Quietus had spoken thinking. Now he was a official sith in every sense of the word there was much to ponder upon, how did he fit in with the greater design being but some of these things, but for the moment just one thing came to the forefront of his mind and seemed the most relevant. How does one unlock what lay within them...what was the key and how did it connect with the gift he had. The massassi answered clearly and without delay. Ever the warrior he was to the point. ''I suppose the most obvious question and place to start would be how does one unlock what is within them. What is the key that turns the lock to whatever potential I may have, what is the connection...the release that would help me understand and to connect to the force. The key that would connect me with my ancestor's power and how does one take control of it.'' Karys waited for his answer with baited breathe. He had long awaited this moment and desired the answer, everything he had done was to lead up to this point and beyond. He could not fail himself now.

KARYS NARAT IV-ADAS CHARACTER SHEET Identity Given Name: Karys Narat iv-Adas Other Names: Kyrzdtnûûrtiyradàzdt (Sith Kittak dialect), Karys (kar-is) Sith Title: Darth Akheron Other Titles: Sith Lord Class: Sith Marauder Master Path: Sith Weapons Master (Eventual Path) Species: Sith Pureblood Race: Mainline Massassi (R. belluinorum) Age: 34 Gender: Male Hair Color: None, Bald Eye Color: Yellow (Pupil-less), Deep Black (Darkside) Skin Tone: Dark Red General Physical Description: Typical of any average adult Sith, Karys displays the characteristic bloodred skin of his species, and the distinctive facial spurs prominent in all members of the Sith however unlike other castes, and like all massassi he also features a fierce, predatory profile, sharp bone spurs that protrude over his body in various locations—especially the elbows, a pair of tendrils that hang from his cheekbones, and cartilaginous eyebrow–stalks that cover his eyes. He also exhibits a simian mouth, small nose and ears, and a slightly receding chin. Like other Sith, Karys also shares the trait of having triple–digits on each of his hands and feet. However exclusive to his subspecies, Karys possesses large glowing yellow eyes...eyes which do not display details such as pupils or whites of any sort—instead the yellow seems to cover the whole of each eye. Standing taller than other members of his species, Karys is six feet and two inches tall without armor however when in armor this increases by another two inches, making him stand at six feet and four inches. He has no hair, preferring to be clean-shaven both on the head and in the face and his body is heavily scarred...marked with scars gained from various combat altercations that adorn is body....a fact he is fiercely proud of and is unashamed to admit having or even showing. Above and below both eyes, are symmetrical tattooed lines that seem to give off a eerily yellow glow, as if they have a life of their own. His chosen lightsaber and martial art forms demand peak physical fitness, and excellent dexterity, and as such, Karys' physique is excellently conditioned, with muscles intruding upon the vast majority of his body. His weight, as a result of the heavy physical conditioning is 230lb or 240lb in armor. Karys wardrobe is small, but varied with his chosen attires often consisting of armor and robes that offer some form of protection while still being functional. All of Karys armor is custom built by him and empowered with the force through ancient sith magic to resist lightsaber and all other forms of attack. His armors range from light, medium to heavy and are often colored red with gold trim. Rarely seen off his person however, given the his nature are his two favored sabers (once constructed), his lanvarok/crushgaunt, a suit of medium armor, at least two grenades of varying type, a spare saber or saber staff, a sith sword or two...gifted to him which hangs at his left and right side respectively, a heavy blaster pistol and a combat knife hidden in his boot. Additional Information: Home Planet: Korriban, Ziost (raised) Speaks, Reads, and Writes: Sithese (Kittak/Khutrai/Balc), Basic, Mandoa. Known Relatives: Naile Sekat iv-Adas - Mother (deceased) Uryu Kallig iv-Narat - Father (deceased) Kisara Abaron iv-Adas - Adoptive Mother (deceased) Menuo Sadow iv -Hekk - Lover (deceased) Personality: Karys is surprisingly unlike alot of massassi and breaks the common mold in that he is a highly intelligent, courteous, calculating and influential individual who retains a certain arrogance born of his noble heritage. This often confuses his enemies and friends alike as sometimes he acts dumber than he actually is to gauge a certain reaction in a attempt to see what they are thinking. Karys often prefers a more violent resolution to a conflict, viewing politics as somewhat tedious and dull when compared to the violence and thrill of the battlefield to which he is accustomed however he is not above other options should they be available to him, and will be very diplomatic if need be. He makes careful use of visions of the future of which he is naturally attuned too, viewing them as warnings not to be ignored or taken lightly. Karys has a violent temper which may switch on and off in the blink of an eye and as such those who anger him are quick not to do so again for fear of his wrath and what he may do. Usually however he exerts a calm, philosophical, respectful if fatherly demeanor and is very untrusting of the Jedi or other Force sects. He is absolutely fearless, viewing death as nothing but a inconvenience and a obstacle to overcome...a fact which has only further been enforced since he went to Chaos and returned, as such he looks forward to the day a worthy adversary ends his life that he may again triumph over death and revel in overcoming it. Karys only recently has taken the stance and holds firm that building mutual respect and trust form stronger relationships and loyalties than violence or fear however he is not above using such methods should it suit his needs, viewing them as powerful tools of persuasion in his arsenal. To this extent, he exerts a air of dominance over those under his command, partly to keep them in check and partly to maintain discipline but he is always open to any suggestions or criticism from his soldiers should it be of value. Driven to perfect his mastery of the Force and the Saber, Karys is always seeking new knowledge to improve his already considerable power. This became even more evident after Faust killed him and he was resurrected by the force who did him the service of showing how weak he was in and thus he has gone to great length's to seek greater knowledge. Karys is of the mind that the Sith Code is superior to the Jedi Code, and he is deeply devout in his belief of that fact. Any who dare to question his beliefs in detail quickly find themselves at the wrong end of his temper. In addition, Karys draws fully upon the Darkside of the Force, his natural affinity for it helped by his race natural symbiotic relationship with it. He holds that the Dark Side is not corrupting by nature, but it does consume and overwhelm those that are neither mentally, nor physically prepared to use it properly. He takes each day in his stride and has become increasingly more at ease with the more political applications of his job detail as head of his clan, yet he has never lost his edge nor thrill for the battlefield. Karys is often seen on the front lines among the troops or other sith. Leading the charge, Karys is ever at the frontlines against any enemy who threatens the Sith Order and any allies who support them. Equipment Clothing or Armor: Korriban's Rokas - In basic it means 'Korriban's Rock' and is a medium set of Krayt Dragonhide dyed the same color as his crushguant. Given as a gift from one of the kissai priests. Weapons: Katedij's Tnika - Roughly translated it means 'Korriban's Flame' in the ancient sith language. Created from a hollowed out tuk'ata claw taken from a deceased specimen at the completion of a trial under Sheog The Mad where he faced several packs and dozens of undead, one of which claimed the life of his father and illecited feelings of loss and pain as a result...this saber has special meaning to the massassi who owns it. Forged from feelings of parental loss, emotional pain and wrath it is a potent weapon. Karys can from it pull the wrath, rage and with it, sorrow and pain to draw upon for the strength to win. Likewise as result the saber itself produces a blade that burns almost to the point of losing cohesion, a crimson red blade that 'burns' like fire in every sense of the word. Even going so far as to cause hot sensations to run through the body though the blade itself doesn't not burn...more or less. Note: Currently unavailable until remade. Common Inventory: Bacta Patches, Com-link, A99 Aquata breather, Compressed air Grappling spike launcher, Nutrient capsules, Glowrods. Faction Information Force Sensitive Alignment: Lawful Evil Current Faction Affiliation: Sith Current Faction Rank: Sith Apprentice History Force Side: Dark Trained by: Raynuk Montar, Emily/Darth Eris, Sheog The Mad (current) Trained who: N/A Known Skills: - Proficient Martial Artist: Taught since he could crawl to fight, Karys is a honed killing machine that has made killing a art form and is proficient in the ancient fighting arts of his kind. His body is a living weapon capable of breaking bone, muscle and joints and he is acutely aware which pressure points on a body to damage as to efficiently, ruthlessly and affectively kill his targets. -Ambidexterity: Equally adept with both the right and left hand when using most weapons he carries in them no matter what they are. -Awareness: Can perceive his environment and what's going on around him. Just as many of his race his known to have very acute senses compared to the senses in Humans as well— particularly in his hearing. - Endurance/Stamina: Years of 'conditioning' has made Karys capable of taking large amounts of punishment that most would wince at. Proficient Survivalist: Karys is proficient and well versed in survival tactics, natural medicines, poisons derived from plants and in how to survive in the wild for days on end. Guerilla Warfare & Regular Warfare Tactics: Karys has been taught a variety of tactics, taught to teach him one thing...how to kill. Be that without the enemy ever knowing what hit them or if they do. Lightsaber Abilities: Shii-Cho (Intermediate) - Form I, also known as Shii-Cho, The Way of the Sarlacc, or The Determination Form, is usually the first of the seven forms of lightsaber combat. This combat form establishes the basic motions and target zones utilized with a lightsaber. Shii-Cho is usually an extension of traditional sword-fighting styles, retaining basic attacks, parries, and body zones established by such ancient methods. Shii-Cho fosters an emotionally-heated mindset, which results in the considerable temptation to execute combat with lethal intent, requiring great restraint to exercise the form without going too far. Despite the pull to kill, the style is designed for the purpose of disarming without seriously injuring. Shii-Cho swordplay is simplistic and raw. In the hands of a master, the bladework is often described as "like watching water flow over the falls." However, less adept practitioners display much more basic and somewhat clumsy performance. In combat, Form I encourages deliberate tactics, calling for continuous, step-by-step advancement while cutting off the opponent's angles. Shii-Cho also specializes towards engaging multiple opponents, the wide, sweeping motions being ideally suited towards attacking numerous adversaries. However, Form I has a weakness. It's not as useful against single opponents, as such in those situations, enemies may have complete mobility and can find a weakness in Shii-Cho's comparatively clumsy bladework if another tactic is not used to counter this. When utilizing this form Karys employs either the Disarming Slash, A strike directed at the opponent's weapon in an attempt to rip it out of their grasp or destroy it or when facing multiple opponents the Sarlacc Sweep. Which uses wide sweeping attacks and the massassi usually mixes in combination with other basic lightsaber techniques to counter the forms traditional flaws. Juyo (Beginner) - Karys preferred lightsaber style (hoping to lead on to a darkside influenced version of Vaapad) after only just recently being revived from the dead for the third time and apprenticed to his third master, Sheog The Mad. He has taken to it quite quickly due to a natural aggression and rage born of a lifetime of fighting on the frontlines of war, the very recent loss of his father and a perceived injustice he believes the jedi have done upon his people. Juyo is described as the most vicious form of lightsaber combat, and is said by some to be filled with both fury and "malignant grace."The form is given the title of the most difficult and demanding form in all of saber combat. Skilled combatants with Juyo are said by to be able to "eviscerate a lone enemy." According to the deceased Sith Lord Darth Traya, the form is both chaotic and erratic, with a heavy focus on offense. Utilizing bold, direct motions....Juyo, uses them as more open and kinetic than Form V, but with a less elaborate appearance than Ataru. The tactics of Juyo as not nearly as graceful or linked as those of Ataru, instead being referred by some Jedi or Sith as "seemingly unconnected staccato sequences. One notable strength of the form is it's unpredictability. The form is said to necessitate greater energy than Form V, due to a broader wielding of a user's focus and a deeper emotional link. Despite the challenges inherent in the use of the form, it can serve as a pathway to considerable power. Karys has been developing it into a potent hybrid variant, mixing it with Massassi-Raka...his people's brutally efficient martial art making the form that much more unpredictable, powerful and chaotic to those unused to seeing it. Force Abilities: Telekinesis (Proficient) - Push, Pull, Throw etc Karys displays a natural aptitude and particular potential in using this ability. The primary purpose of telekinesis is to manipulate physical matter, allowing the user to touch, hold and otherwise move a target. Force-users can use this ability to push, pull, and lift targets, as well as to stop or redirect projectiles. Karys often utilizes telekenesis to this effect...and in much more lethal ways. In particular his favourite applications include 'Rend' a dark use of telekinesis that allows him the ability to move a single target, be it creature or object, in two different directions simultaneously and tear then in half or Force Grip/Choke and Force Crush which by some is considered to be one of the most violent applications known to the Sith and the Jedi of telekenesis. This deadly technique lifts the opponent into the air and, as they are floating, their body implodes as it is crushed by the Force. Force Rage/Hatred (Beginner) - Karys is able to tap into his innermost fears, pain, hate and feelings of loss to convert them into an intense rage. This in turn enables him to channel the anger to increase his own speed, strength, and ferocity but at a cost. His body cannot handle such rage for long periods of time, so after extended use Karys can become greatly weakened if he is not brought out of the rage soon after using it. Force Scream (Intermediate) - A Force scream is an involuntary Force exertion that manifests in a intense situation and is inherently dark in nature that services as a scream, of strong frustration, rage, or grief, emitted through the Force. Force Fear/Horror (Beginner) - A ability that allows Karys to strike directly at the deepest parts of the target's mind, causing an uncontrollable shaking fear that wreaks havoc with the target's capabilities. Through pure force of will alone, he can cause them to lose their courage completely, and if left undefended, the effects can be severe...going so far as to rapidly demoralize the enemy with a feeling of hopelessness and regret. Depending on the victim, this can result in them either cowering defenselessly or fleeing from the massassi outright. He often utilizes this ability against rivals in conjunction with his naturally imposing presence to intimidate opponents. Force Vision/Farsight (Untrained) - Karys is a Force user who has the potential to see events that could happen in the future. However these Force visions are rare, and uncontrollable. At most when they do occur, the massasssi only gains vague impressions of events happening in other places or times using the Force but cannot directly alter them. These visions are usually focused on strong imagery and emotions. The future is always in motion, however, and is thus subject to change. Force Speed (Beginner) - Using the Force Karys is able to increase his speed...a common ability among many Force-users throughout history, with many able to both use the Force to increase their muscle speed and to slow down their perception of the world. The increased speed allows Karys to see the world and the entities around him in slow motion, and as such dodge attacks easily and attack more quickly with greater accuracy. But at a cost. Using this power has a draining effect on a Force-user's energy and metabolism, and requires a longer recovery period after extended use. Background: Few details are known about Karys iv-Narat Adas and he prefers it that way at least until the time is right. Karys iv-Narat Adas was born to the Clan Lord Uryu Kallig iv-Narat, and his mother Naile Sekat iv-Adas a descendant of King Adas I. Both were members of one of the near extinct race of pureblood sith of one of the few clans, which had survived each attempt to destroy them millenia ago and since then, thus o ne of the few spared of extinction proving yet again how resilient the race really was at survival despite the apparent conception that they were all dead. A misconception which is preferred as it keeps away most prying eyes from their remote villages and settlements around the galaxy, any that do get too close often find themselves made 'guests' and are never seen again often becoming slaves to those in the political circles of the clans or being forced to fight in the arena against various dangerous wildlife or even sometimes massassi and kissai themselves. Karys was born a few years before the start of the war between the first incarnation of the empire and the alliance, a time when Luke Skywalker still lived. The young prince is one of a royal bloodline, he is a Adas and grew up in a time when the galaxy was ravaged by war, the Alliance and Empire were just starting to crumble at the hands of the A'rachtar, and darker clouds still loomed on the horizon. As a youth, Karys began his training in combat at the early age of 7 in a spartan-esque regime designed to weed out the weak and create strong, capable massassi warriors among the clan that would one day reclaim their right and heritage as part of the sith. Failure was not a option should he starve or be horribly beaten by a bamboo or metal rod and as a result due to such training he became a proficient swordsman and martial artist capable of stopping even the most powerful foes, it proved to many that he was to be the one whom would remake the blood pact between the sith and them one day and many came to know him by other names 'soulless one' being but one of these as was it often commented he was ruthless and showed no pity or mercy to his foes. No doubt due to his heritage and bloodline. Under the tutelage of Kaleval Narat iv-Adas, his cousin, a man whom was jealous of his success but forced to tutor him none the less, Karys was inducted into the politics of the clan at the young age of 19 and learnt a great deal. A ceremony was held on Korriban at the Palace of the City of Ur, a hidden city upon the planet that was based deep in the volcanic mountains and made almost inaccessible to outsiders. It was there that Karys was given one of the unholy crushgaunts said to have been used by Adas, to have been imbued and forged by him called 'Chaosas' in sithese or in basic was understood to mean 'Chaos' sending chills down many spines. Despite his rash and headstrong behavior, Karys has become a renowned warrior for many years. One of his more famed exploits was counterattacking a group of invading A'rachtar and keeping them from entering the city. It was during this time that Karys met the youngest daughter of a Kreshh, the sorceress Menuo Sadow iv -Hekk. Over the years, they grew close as friends, and then romantically. They were very much in love with one another. But, eventually Karys would question whether the two of them were ready to be together. Karys would abruptly end the relationship so Menuo could focus on her magical studies and he could focus on his commitments. Shortly after, they would agree to rekindle their romance, but this was during the beginning of the recently ended Empire/GA war that would change both of their lives forever. Karys was away on Dromund Kaas in another of the hidden cities sorting out some political rivals and worries when he got word of Korriban's destruction. This was the beginning of the end, when he heard of it and of how his love had been stolen from him he snapped. All within the city were witness to the horror he unleashed as the darkside took hold for the first time, completely unrestrained, un-trained and unfocused he went on a rampage in a trance like state, his eyes pitch black and his heart filled with blood-lust towards whomever got in his way. His was enough to disturb even his enemies and his roar was so blood curdling and deep that it was more potent than the loudest battle drum. Those that survived knew he would never be the same, and they were right. He soon took a ship and disappeared from the sight of the clans, at least for now. Karys used his time learning the language of the galaxy and eventually took on a mercenary role throughout the rest of the war. When a truce was called he simply returned to a now rebuilt Korriban, but it was just not the same as he remembered it. It was during his return he also learnt that Ziost had gone silent but none of the clans had checked to discover it true fate as of yet. Seeking guidance and a means to stem his growing rage he entered the tomb of Adas restored much like how he had previously remembered it. He was answered by the spirit and it was then he was told and learnt of his ancestry by stumbling by the former Dark Lord Adas, as his force ghost told of how Karys was descended from him and that he was prophesied to one day become a force to be reckoned with. That the day had come to reclaim his blood-right and seek out the inheritor's of his people's power in the sith. It was this that sparked his journey, for he searched for the sith and it is this which brought him to Coruscant. For he had heard word they had been seen there. His instincts were proven right when he was taken under the wing of Raynuk Montar otherwise known as Darth Quietus in the presence of the then Dark Lord, Furion. Eventually Raynuk entered a coma...not once but twice entrenching feelings of betrayal from the young apprentice. On the second coma however Karys forgave his former master, and placed him in cryogenic stasis aboard a stolen ship while he searched out a replacement tutor. This quest was cut short by the plans of Vladimir Faust or Darth Luciferian when he tried to destroy the galaxy and create a wound in the force, in the end he fought alongside the Jedi in a temporary truce and was present when Onderin Starlisk and Darex Travelian defeated him, however he died shortly before their victory over him. Yet this was not to be his end...the force resurrected young Karys and thrust him back into Emily/Darth Eris life after a brief first encounter aboard the casino liner Shadow's Gambit a few months earlier. After a rocky start he begun his ascension among the sith anew when she accepted him as her new apprentice. The apprentice did not last long. After being delayed by those seeking to collect on the Force-User bounty, expert hunters, Karys found himself late for a scheduled meeting with her....suffice to say his apology was not accepted. He found his body ripped apart inside by telekinesis in punishment and sent to chaos again. But his journey never ended there, in fact it was a new start. A better start. When his spirit escaped again, Karys found himself not where he once was but aboard a space yacht belonging to a Hutt. A powerful Hutt who held great power in the Force he found. Sheog The Mad. After a little nudging, Karys lived again and was soon taken to his homeworld, Korriban. It was here his true rebirth came about. Again a apprentice, this time to Sheog, Karys learnt more than he ever had before. Or so he felt. Sheog revealed to him his true nature, destroying his previous saber and explaining what loss could do...when his father was killed during a trial set by the Hutt. The loss tormented Karys and it was only upon the words of Sheog's underling...Hayley Fieldgrey and the hutt himself that he used that the massassi awoke from his torment and pain, using it as a draw. Upon the volcanic peak of a mountain, Karys unleashed his feelings and molded a new lightsaber. One that was him, crafted from a tuk'ata claw. As time went so did Karys grow with his new saber at his side, under his new masters tutelage and unorthodox methods. Making new allies in the most unlikely of ways until eventually he was sent to Myrkr where without the force both Karys and Hayley were forced to survive, with Hayley herself loosing an eye in the process. On that volatile planet, whilst battling first vornskr and then pirates...Karys and Hayley soon learnt the lesson Sheog was giving them. To find their own strength so that they were able to carry on if the Force abandoned them. Soon after the two eventually were able to escape and again were sent on another trial. This time to hunt a Jedi and fight them. If successful Karys was promised a position long denied him...he would be reborn a Sith Lord and as such be viewed a proper sith in the eyes of the Order and his people. He made a silent promise, he would do all in his power to ensure his success and repay Sheog for the debt he felt he now owed. Ship Registration Name: The Ahriman Class: Assault Starfighter Model: Preybird Class Starfighter Manufacturer: Sorusuub Corporation (original designer), Cavrilhu Pirates (manufacturer after 19 ABY) Length: 21 meters Armaments: Heavy laser cannons (2) Concussion missile launchers (2; 1 fore, 1 aft) 5 concussion missiles each, standard load Armor: Hull: 6'' Cortosis Ore Anti-Personnel Defenses: DNA/Retinal Scanner, Droid: B1 Battle droid 'Thamuz' (also serves as gunner) Appearance: Black Modifications: Lightweight foils, 2 dual fire linked laser cannons (modification one for either side of the vessel)

The stolen ship served it's purpose well. As Lucifer made the jump to hyperspace from Korriban to Coruscant he pondered his next move. He had plenty of time to think, he was curious as to why Furion wanted him to do the work any thief could do. He began a internal conversation with his other side. The tension was palpable as the two had a clear rage towards each other. Although there were few moments like this when they debated. The entity rarely surfaced as of late, but tonight was different. What does he want with credits it's not like the Sith are in a financial crisis. That man has a agenda but what. His using you. I know. But to what end. His own. As with all sith he seeks to serve only his own interests, he will use you and anyone he views as inferior to do his work. Just as you would do the same. But he underestimates you and what you are capable of. Show him you are not weak. Use this opportunity to earn back the reputation that Tobias Vos stole from us. Only then can we have our revenge upon those who wronged us. Then I will not fail. And I shall be finally rid of you. The entity simply laughed at the last comment. We shall see. Apprentice. Letting the autopilot do the work the kiffar thought upon his next move. So the Dark Lord wanted him to rob a casino. The question was which, there were so many to choose from with rich pickings. If one was smart. Moving over to the terminal firmly planted upon the wall to his left Lucifer began his search for a suitable target. One which would make his name in this god forsaken galaxy. It was time the galaxy heard of Lucifer once more. And to show them they cannot escape fate. Looking through the holonet Lucifer found endless dribble...advertisement at it's best. But beneath this he knew what made these capitalist companies tick, corruption and power. The galaxy was thick with it. With the corruption. It was why the Sith had survived for millenia and thrived even today. Like a dirty secret the galaxy has tried to forget. After two hours of searching the kiffar finally found a viable target. A rather large casino run by a local crime syndicate on Coruscant. The odds were certainly in his favor. After some digging he found quite a bit about them via his various back channels and the Sith's extensive resources. They were a syndicate not under the flag of Black Sun. Thus he would be doing them a favor by ridding them of a rival. Or rather interfering with their rivals 'business' interests. It almost made Lucifer wonder. Did Furion do this to pay off Black Sun and make the alliance regardless of whether Qaela achieved her objective or not. His contingency plan. It certainly seemed like the sort of thing he may have thought up. Perfect. Lucifer could feel it in his gut. Furion had did this for that reason. But then again he had been wrong before. However he knew one thing. If ever it was a time to shine now was it, he could not fail...he would not allow himself to. There was to much at risk. Just like his so called 'brother' albeit not in he traditional sense the feeling was that his birthright was nigh, in this way the two held a similar view. Tobias and he. Lucifer thought of how it had come to this, he had not wanted it but yet circumstance had forced it upon him, such was life and the force which had seen fit to test his mettle. But yet this did not worry him, in fact reveled in that fact. He was afterall a warrior at heart. The thrill of battle enthralled him greatly. Be that battle internal or external. Calculating the risks involved in such a bold operation, Lucifer thought of a few people who might be able to help him. People who owed him favors. People who like him were left outcast and abandoned after the wars and who were looking for another chance. Desperation often yielded the best results from people. When on the edge they had nothing left to lose, which had not already been lost. He needed the best men. And he would get them. But first...a little research was in order. Although it never hurt to unwind a little and enjoy the moment in the process. All that mattered now was that Coruscant security was lax and he made it to the surface undetected. But if he was lucky they would notice the ship was not registered to the Sith but to a man by the name of Virgil Bass'enr of Corellia who last they knew was on Korriban. However it was likely he would make it, afterall many men can dissapear on such a planet as Coruscant. It was a maze, a warren of cityscape that stretched for miles up and down. Yet this is where Lucifer felt most alive. As the ship made the jump the kiffar headed to the refresher. It would be a long journey.

Lucifer regarded what had happened above Dubrillion before regarding the sight of Korriban as the ship landed. The meeting did not go entirely to plan however he hoped the alliance would be made even if not by Qaela. Focusing off the matter he turned his full attention to the planet. He had many memories here, of his former master and him. It was here that he first became a Sith Lord and entered the Valley of the Dark Lords. It was where he experienced the ancient and sacred power of the tombs within when he had entered the tomb of the long buried Dark Lord, Darth Bane. Creator of the rule of two. Through trial by fire and blood he had fought his way and claimed his sword. But those days were long gone, today the galaxy had changed. Disregarding such thoughts, Lucifer felt his side vibrate as his comlink chirped. Peering at it he focused his good eye upon the message transcribed, it seemed he was being re-assigned. Upon looking at his task his eye lit up with poisonous glee. This would be fun. However first was the subject of acquiring transportaion for his ride with Qaela had come to an end. What he needed was a way to Coruscant, it would be there where he could re-acquire his own ship and set about events. Stepping out onto the red sand Lucifer was intoxicated by the darkside. How it felt so right. Here he felt truly alive, here he knew what it meant to be a Sith. And then he felt it. A old yet oddly familiar presence. No it couldn't be...could it? Quietus was dead wasn't he? Possibly, but then again from what he had read of the man's life he had a habit of...returning. So it wouldn't be entirely unsurprising if he was. A single thought crossed the kiffar's mind. Interesting. The Dark Lord would be most pleased to hear of these events. Strolling down the ramp after picking up his weapons, Lucifer looked about. All he could see was endless dune after dune. Other than the spaceport and the tombs the rest of the planet was bare other than the odd ruin, all that remained of their once proud culture and tradition. Yet deep inside the Sith knew. Someday they would rise again. On that thought he looked about, searching for a easy ride. Whether he stole or not would be a entirely up to how he felt at the time. And right now he felt ready to carve something up as the thought of battle looming invigorated him. The galaxy was about to know why nowhere was safe. That the Sith were far from done with them. Noting a ship not far off the kiffar walked casually over. His robotic eye zoomed about noting any sign of alarms or defenses that might cause trouble. Once he was certain the craft was unarmed upon spotting the driver the Sith deftly edged his way towards him. It only took seconds before he found a razor sharp blade cut down his spine. Yet another fallen victim to the Korriban sands. Removing anything un-necessary Lucifer closed the boarding ramp and set the course for Coruscant. Before leaving however he sent a brief message to Qaela. ''The Dark Lord requires me elsewhere. I have been re-assigned. I shall inform him if you do not of the events upon Cloud City and Dubrillion after that we shall see if our path's cross again. May Korriban offer you the answers you seek as it did me in years past.''

Lucifer had spent much of the journey meditating deep within the force, attempting to find his place in the darkness he so embraced. Although he was a sith he had slipped of late allowing himself to come to weakness. It was what he hoped to change, to challenge the fates and rise back to greatness. As the Sith shuttle reverted from hyperspace he made his way to the cockpit and embraced the feelings of depravity and horror coming from below. It was in a word...beautiful. here was where the darkside thrived in the abject poverty and despair of the poor and the corruption of the rich and powerful. Here a simple criminal could become a god and man's most basic desires could be indulged. The kiffar stood cross-armed looking outward through the view-port as he spoke to Qaela. "So what's our play." He noticed how her eyes seemed black and that she had seemed to have taken to the dark path with alot more vigour. Or at least that was as far as he could gather so far from what he felt from her. He could see only good from this if she kept it up, Furion would be most pleased. Although he noted before how when she used the darkside strange blotch like marks appeared upon her, it would be something he would discuss with her after all of this. Perhaps he could offer a way to fix it if she was willing to accept such help.

Lucifer nodded his head respectfully as he spoke. "As you wish. However the Dark Lord can take care of himself otherwise he would not have made it this far." The kiffar stated matter of factually. Listening in Lucifer spoke up again, offering his own input to the situation. "I agree. I doubt Smash will be best pleased, he is not known for his temperament being understandable to traitors and will not take kindly to his Vigo defying the alliance and casting it aside so easily. At least we have that advantage over the clone just as the clone underestimates us. Without us Black Sun seizes to increase their influence and increase Smash's profit margin, we need him and he needs us. Delta is a blind fool to refuse to understand that and to refuse us. Although I admit he has some gusto, a fact I admire in this adversary. He shall be a fun challenge to overcome and one I shall enjoy destroying piece by piece as I dismantle his very soul.'' The kiffar looked forward to the next steps of his journey. He would abide by his promise, even if it took a lifetime, the clone known as Delta would know a new level of suffering and pain. He had made a grave error in thinking he could betray the sith and live to tell of it.

Death, destruction; murder and mayhem this what Lucifer felt coming from Qaela as she neared him...and yet there was another feeling also. Vengeance. It almost brang a smile to his face...almost. The kiffar sneered at Delta as he was about to leave. He spoke once more before the inevitable. ''It seems our time together has come to an end and thus I must leave. I bid thee farewell, until we next meet. May that be upon the battlefield for you have made a grave error in denying us our alliance with the Black Sun. You think your antics will go unpunished, that you are immune from our grasp. You would be mistaken if you think Smash will not hear of this. The Sith do not forgive nor do we forget...remember that clone. Now I know your name I suggest you remember mine for I will carve it upon your flesh when next we meet if fate deigns it.'' It was with that sudden motion that Lucifer turned on his heel and stepped beside Qaela before departing. As the two entered the ship he spoke to her. ''Well that could have gone better, I shall inform the Dark Lord of our progress. He will not be pleased however the fault was not ours. Your former lover has made the mistake in thinking he is invulnerable, he will soon realise just how vulnerable he truly is for no-one can escape the wrath of the Sith forever. But enough of that, where to next.'' As he waited for his answer the kiffar felt the new darker tone that Qaela appeared to have taken. He let a slight smile grip his lip. So it seemed she had taken to the darker path more openly now, perhaps she was not a lost cause yet. So long as a glimmer existed he would stand by her and perhaps help her on her way if the opportunity provided itself.

Lucifer simply returned the laugh with a smile again. He admired the man's gall at least...he had spirit even if he did lack the will to do what was necessary and stay the dark path. '' I did not come here to fight but to talk as did Qaela yet you forced this on her. I admire your gall, you at least have spirit it it a shame you have rejected the dark path however you misjudge me if you think I was not once a family man too. I was until my own family rejected me...they cast me out for being different, for being gifted with the force. I too have lost brothers and sisters in arms during the wars of men and politicians. It was during these wars I realised one thing, violence and death are what stems the chaos of life. You do not truly know someone until the moments before you thrust a blade into a man, it is then that man's true nature is revealed. You see we are more alike than you think. As for Qaela, she let her guard down and failed herself in a moment of weakness she is paying for. A true Sith knows not to underestimate the power of the darkside, that your emotions must have some degree of control albeit not total at all times lest the dark power of the force consume you. As for the children. They would not be harmed if placed in our care, the Dark Lord has given his word on that and I now give mine. We are not all monsters as you perceive us to be but are merely a product of our time who only wish to show the galaxy the truth. We are emotion in it's truest form expressed. The Jedi are a hypocrisy...they claim peace yet advocate war hidden behind lies just as we do. They use arcane practices just as we do and yet we are shunned while they are adored. They are a contradiction that cannot be allowed to continue. The galaxy deserves the truth and to be free of their corruptible nature. Sometimes sacrifices must be made towards such a goal, it is the price of true freedom. But as I said the choice is yours to accept this or not.'' It was then that he kiffar took up what looked vaguely like a chicken leg and began eating as attempted to reason with the clone.

Lucifer simply returned the laugh with a smile before he ushered in his rebuttle. He had faith what he said next would wipe the smile off the clone's face and no doubt give him some pause for thought, even if the kiffar did strike a nerve. ''I see a man who hides behind a mask, too scared to show his own face. Or is it something deeper...indeed I think it is. You are nothing but copy, a replicant of a long dead schutta and want not to be reminded of what you are, tell me do you still wear your barcode beneath that helmet of yours. Same look, same ego the lot of you...no wonder the galaxy turned it's back on you. At least I have a 'real' name...a real body of my own and not a copy of some bounty hunter who got lucky. Mine was and still is a inevitable fate of all who follow the sith...but one I would choose for myself a thousand times over.'' Lucifer paused a moment reveling in his temporary moment of triumph. And then he continued. Time to up the game. ''Tell me how many moments of such weakness have you had? One, a thousand? What difference does one death make when I have won a thousand more victories to my name since. Indeed I conquered death itself and laughed in it's face multiple times. What have you to claim but a broken heart and not even the strength to defend those you swore to protect? I am not blind to this galaxy...my ears and eyes are far. I hear how you died recently and was too weak to save yourself and those around you as I did thus you cannot judge me clone when you, yourself have shown such weakness and lapse of judgement. As so far as this duel...you are either blind are fooling yourself if you cannot see what is right in front of you. Deception comes in many forms clone, a sith would know this. I thought Ar-pharazon taught you of this when last I saw you, I guess not, I guess in the end even he saw your weakness or else you would be beside my right now and not against me. If you even half the man Qaela thinks you are you would give back her children and save us this trouble. You think you do yourself any favors by removing a mother from her child? A mother seeking her children is far more deadly than any other adversary. Whilst I do not claim to be a father I know the feelings which drive her. Passion, Love, Hate...Wrath and others. Death will not stop Qaela coming for you if you do not give them back to her. She loses she may for a time serve the jedi but in the end she will do so only to secure her children and then flee and then you who claimed to take her children to save them and claim to love her will pay the price for it. You will not find the redemption you seek if you continue this path mark my words, only the death and destruction of all you know will follow. Black Sun will burn and there will be little you can do about it. You have a chance to change that fate if you so choose it.'' Now to see what kind of man he really was. The father figure Qaela thought he was or just another wrong choice.

Lucifer followed as to not 'upset' the clone further. Although he saw a grand feast before him he did not eat nor drink but instead simply stood...watching Qaela and the Jedi duel with his one good eye piercing through the transparisteel like a hawk while his robotic eye locked all the weak points of the wookie, his technique and other useful knowledge for later. As Delta held out his hand in greeting to the lonely ranger the sith simply ignored the newcomer. He had no time for strangers. Such luxuries would come later at a time of his choosing, he would remain sober for his mission. He gestured to the fight as his voice spoke...it was now on him to convince this man of the Jedi's wrongdoing. And the Jedi it seemed had just played right into both Qaela and his hands like a fish to water. ''For a man who claims the jedi have nothing but the best intentions for the children, explain to me this. How is it that I find myself faced with the Jedi attacking first...against a unarmed foe no less. Hardly Jedi like wouldn't you say. You see the Jedi are just as traitorous as you claim us to be if not worse. At least we are open upon our ways and desires. This jedi just emphasizes Qaela's point, the jedi are not as perfect as you think. Evil knows evil.''

As Delta spoke, Lucifer's lip almost curled...if he had been any other man he would have stamped his head to a pulp at such a insult. Lucky for him he was forced to endure it thus he simply gave a wicked grin before turning to face Qaela. Lucifer shook his head, he would not disobey an order by the Dark Lord...or at least this particular order. He did not like the idea of having to wait outside considering the Jedi and Black Sun, there was always the chance one would be traitorous. But given the choice he had to stay his hand...for now. The kiffar spoke. ''I cannot wait inside the ship. The Dark Lord specifically instructed me, I was to watch you and make ensure you do not come to harm, I do not trust these two. Jedi are never to be trusted just as much as my kind. I cannot protect you while inside the ship thus I cannot go where you told me however I can wait just outside the chamber if I cannot follow directly inside. It is by this way both oath's I made are honored to you and to Furion and I am but a stones throw away if you need me.''

Lucifer stood emotionless, not betraying what raged below the surface. He was in a internal conflict but kept that fact well hidden within the force and otherwise. It seemed likely that this relic of the wars did not want to play ball, and if he did not the odds increased he would have to consider his next choice carefully. He had made a oath to the Dark Lord but also one to Qaela as his new teacher of sorts. Yet the two oath's would conflict should she fail to convince her one time love...and he would be forced into a compromising position. Many paths were laid out before him, but he could only take one if the time came, he only hoped she would win her duel and spare him the choice. Yet Lucifer knew Qaela must have been aware that he could not return even if she were to order him back. His orders forbade it. He was either to return with the alliance made by her with Black Sun or with her death in her failure to secure it there was no middle ground. It made him wonder why then did she say it knowing the possible outcome, it would be no easy fight against a Jedi Master no less. His presence was repulsive, yet he was forced to endure it....question was how would the clone react if Qaela lost knowing his newfound hate for the Sith. He seemed a man of contradiction...a man trying to be good in a inherently 'evil' and corrupt organisation. Yet the Sith knew he could never change Black Sun, Smash was not one to change his mind about the riches he made so easily of the misery of others. The man's heart was as evil as the so called 'evil' the Sith were said to possess. In the end when the chips were laid down, this clone was dreaming of a world that would never exist.

Lucifer was as the Jedi opposite, quiet throughout while the exchange of words going on albeit he grudgingly bit his lip and tensed slightly when the clone pointed a finger at him accusingly. To him it looked something like a lover's quarrel, albeit with a bit of business thrown in, this was beginning to get more and more interesting. Much of what Qaela spoke was true...at least from his perspective, the sith were changing and so far it seemed for the better. Furion seemed indeed to be a man with a vision although he did have his moments when the kiffar felt he wanted to claw out the man's eyes with nothing but a rake. He inwardly laughed at the thought that this Vigo thought he could change what had existed for decades, centuries even. Black Sun would never change even if covered in the facade of so called 'good' underneath there would always beat a black heart. It was why the Sith and Black Sun had always seen eye to eye, they were not restricted by morality and thrived on the corrupt. From what Lucifer had heard of Smash he would die before letting the Jedi or Galactic Alliance change that. What some perceived as 'evil' was simply good business to him or so he had heard. The kiffar felt the Jedi suddenly change, it was as if something had set him off...or got to him. Lucifer was cautious about it afterall one could never trust a Jedi, just as they could not trust a Sith. To his mind they were hypocritical schutta's hidden behind the mask of compassion and peace. Lucifer kept his stance neutral simply standing next to Qaela silent and his arms crossed. A typical watchdog pose, yet he was not a typical watchdog. His eyes were constantly on the look at for trouble, one wrong movement from either the Jedi or the Vigo and he was ready to if needs be die in glorious battle. He did not fear death but embraced it as his own, it empowered him.

As the firepower and manpower seemed to grow, Lucifer followed Qaela equally bemused on the sight before him. He seemed amused by the fact that the Vigo thought of him and Qaela such threats as to warrant such a gathering. He saw the Jedi with the Vigo and his bemused look took on one far more akin to a begrudging dislike. To make it worse it appeared the Jedi was a Wookie...overgrown walking carpets. He hated the feeling of light radiating from the furball, to sense the purification of light that poured from the creature was irritating to say the least. However Lucifer as Qaela seemed moderately confident that if this Ca'Aran had wanted them both dead, he would have already done it, and so he simply stood observing as per his orders. The Jedi, on the other hand, was watched throughout, if it was one thing Lucifer had learnt it was never to trust a jedi. As they approached, Qaela whispered quietly to Lucifer, "Mind the Jedi, but do not initiate a confrontation with it." With that sentiment the kiffar gave a nod as he spoke. ''I shall not provoke anything unless he does first. Although that stench of his is irritating my senses.'' Lucifer simply watched the interaction with interest as he kept his robotic eye fixed upon the Jedi. His other eye however was upon Ca'ran and his guard, yet he kept a hand close to his sabre just in case the need arised to use it. It was then he recognised the clone, he was indeed the very same he had met before, the armor was too distinctive not to miss. Strange how fate seemed to deal him such a hand.

Lucifer listened as he heard the words."They have given us permission to land on Platform AA24, mum," the acolyte said. So here they were at last. Qaela seemed distracted, but then again he had begun to notice on the journey it was just her way of things. She seemed worried about something, and then she revealed why as her chair turned so their eyes met when she came to the cockpit. "It is as I feared," she seemed to say. "Vigo Ca'Aran is in the city. You will need a short history lesson before we land and meet him. He was one of those who participated in the sacking and destruction of the old Cloud City. After its destruction, he directed his Black Sun minions to rebuild the place as his own personal domain. While that was happening, he remained with a group of Sith and Black Sun agents who pillaged their way through the Galaxy accumulating in the deaths of the Jedi Grandmaster and Dark Lord Haphaestus. "I was among them for some of the later actions during which we grew somewhat close. Whether it be wisdom or folly, we remained in contact and perhaps even fell into that abominable emotion of love. He looked after me while I was with child and cared for my children after they were born, but things did not turn out well. We were on Dathomir attempting to claim control of the Clan when I went into a terrible rage. He tried to stop me, though I didn't recognize him and slew him without mercy. I had wondered if he was truly dead, but since coming here, I know that he is not. I do not know if he will desire vengeance or reconciliation, but I think that Furion had some idea that he was here and sent me because of it." So it seemed the Vigo and Qaela had history. Interesting, not the least the fact she had children...this would complicate matters a little. Lucifer thought on it and replied in kind. "Ca'Aran, interesting name. I believe I met a Vigo before when I went to meet Lord Ar-Pharazon prior to my fall, he was training to be the man's apprentice...or so far as I could fathom. Seemed distant at times and appeared to be a relic of the old wars who still lived. Maybe this seems like too much of a co-incidence but I would guess that this...Ca'ran might be the same man I met. He may have an entire legion, but even the mighty fall. However has an entire legion at his disposal here, I will not interfere however should he try to strike me I would welcome it. It would a welcome reprieve from the curse I am given to suffer, I would be free of my bond to the Alcazarin's and of this accursed demon within.'' There was a stark impression of truth by that statement. Lucifer longed for nothing more than to die and be free of his curse, however he would have preferred it on the field of battle if the choice was given. A brief shudder signaled the ship touching down on the platform. The acolyte lowered the ramp. Showtime. Qaela seemed to motion for Lucifer to follow her, walking down the ramp walkway to the bottom of the ramp he let his good eye adjust to the light as he exited the craft. It seemed the welcome committee was there waiting for them. Numerous guards and weapons...aimed at them. It seemed this 'Ca'ran' was the cautious type. However, Lucifer was just as cautious. He looked about briefly looking for possible escape routes and checking out guard patterns of the area within eyesight. Just in case things went sour.He waited patiently but with curiosity. This meeting would be interesting indeed given the history of Qaela and Ca'ran.

((OOC: Sorry for the shortness and delay. Internet is being funny lately and got a little writer's block.)) Lucifer thought about it. He had much to think on along this journey. ''I admit my mouth can get the better of me. As for the mission I shall see that we do not fail even if we must travel the galaxy for our prize. But I make no guarantee's as to your fate just as you would not for me, we shall cross that road when it comes.'' The kiffar was curious what now was to happen. Much had changed, yet he could not allow the mission to fail or else be forced to make a choice.

Lucifer listened carefully with each word that passed Qaela's lips and noted her smile. He lapped it up like butter, he was truly learning and in the process improving himself. He spoke strangely calm and controlled as opposed to what he was usually like. It seemed Qaela had found a way to ease his storm, through knowledge and the learning thereof. If it was one thing Lucifer loved as much as he did battle it was to learn...to adapt and grow. ''I understand. Some methods require more time and energy, for the force is like a endless flow of electricity, and we are but light bulbs who use it but eventually dwindle out if continually using it. The force must be used sparingly. Yet speaking of healing, I do know but one limited form of healing taught to me shortly before my master vanished those years ago. However it requires a...victim. That of using the darkness within to effectively drain or 'siphon' if you will the life force or energy of the force within a person to replenish your own energies but it has a drawback in that it may be blocked by erecting a force barrier effectively cutting the link. But regardless of this flaw it has many uses on the field of battle when a spell may not be quick enough a resolution. If you would permit it I would teach you this method if a willing or unwilling victim can be supplied for the purpose.'' Pausing a moment the kiffar continued. ''Knowing what I know now, I believe I misjudged you Qaela. In my arrogance I initially took you for a stuck up spoilt brat which was why I dismissed you before without regard, but am glad you are far from it. Despite the limitations I am willing to commit to the effort if you are. Together we will become stronger and prove Furion wrong. Which reminds me, I have something grim to tell you.'' Lucifer's face turned deadly serious and grimly sincere. He was telling the truth. ''You said to be truthful and never to deceive you thus I will keep my word and speak as such. I have something to say which may or may not come as a surprise to you. Furion has ordered if we should fail I kill you. Which leaves me in a peculiar predicament. I am at odds as to what to do if the time comes knowing what I know now and what I could learn in letting you live. I have much to gain in the latter but my loyalty to the sith would be put in question if I refuse. Hence why I am at odds. Furion would not take kindly to a refusal of his explicit instruction yet I find myself thinking on it considering the options you made available when no-one else did.'' Lucifer waited for Qaela's reply with baited breath. Finding himself at odds with himself, he debated if it was really worth obeying the order when the time came or risking Furion's wrath if he didn't. Yet there was much to be gained if he did refuse. Qaela's trust and a new fountain from which to learn. It was a turning point with only two outcomes.

On their trip from the Spite Station to Bespin, Qaela it seemed had decided that it would be a good time to start working on Lucifer. The shuttle wasn't really large enough for more active forms of training, but he listened as she spoke. He actually looked forward to what he might learn, he heard the rumors of Dathomiri witches and their mystic ways but had never learnt them before now. He knew they thrived on using tomes and uttering words as opposed to using emotion in order to access the force which was handy in some situations, but he failed to understand just how it helped...perhaps now he would know the how and why. He also was familiar with one speel which Qaela had used on him before, that of healing and hoped if time allowed it and the mission went well he might learn it himself. It was one of the abilities he lacked, something most sith lacked, the ability to heal himself via the force. It was then Qaela laid down the rules. Most were obvious but others were a little bit harder to stomach. He was used to speaking out when he felt the need, not when told it was something he would have to get use to while under Qaela. Her words seemed harsh and cold, like ice. Clearly she seemed to like this newfound power over him. "You will address me as 'Mistress Qaela' or simply 'Mistress' from now on, just as you would address your Sith masters as 'master.' Sith are treacherous beings, so I will not tolerate you actively concealing something from me. That doesn't mean you can't have some privacy because I understand that you may have made some oaths or bonds to your Sith brethren, but you will not hide that fact from me. If necessary, tell me that you are bound not to speak of something and I may not pursue further knowledge of it. If I ever find you concealing anything, even thoughts from me, I will consider it a prelude to treachery and one of us will die. With the end on the monologue Lucifer replied. He was trying hard not to say something stupid or unwanted. ''None...Mistress, save one. Would I be learning of the ability to heal, it is one thing I lack yet would prove most useful.'' The kiffar was anxious to learn both this and other such things. It had been a long time since he had such a opportunity, he only hoped the mission was successful and he had no need to end this alliance prematurely.

Lucifer wondered at her comments. He didn't care if it was a suicide mission or not, he welcomed dying in the name of the sith and the glory of battle. He somewhat admired her in that she like him seemed fearless in the face of death. He would prove Furion wrong and let all know he was not weak as they thought. ''Nor shall I and will follow your orders. If I am to die let it be in glorious battle such is the fate of the greatest of sith marauders. Furion will not see the end of me. As for the acolyte, if he causes a problem he can easily be disposed of. He would just become another casualty of our Black Sun 'friends' misbehaving. Anyway as you said let's be going.'' As they jumped aboard the ship Lucifer considered Qaela and tried his best to understand her. She had yet to answer his question, why did she chose him over Tobias. It was of interest to him, afterall he had few allies and they were direly needed. He waited patiently for the acolyte who was supposed to be sent by Furion to meet them to arrive.

Lucifer simply glared right back, completely fearless despite the tense atmosphere between the two. So this was why she was interested in him, it drove his curiosity to question more. "It seems I underestimated you, of just what you are capable of. A mistake on my part. So you are offering me chance to redeem my name...my reputation as a sith. And why is that I might ask when I have done nothing for as of yet,. What might you want in return aside the obvious alliance and increased standing, what do you see in me that Tobias lacked.'' Pausing a moment he continued. "Forgive my curiosity but I must know why. As for the offer itself considering my options I accept on certain conditions. I will not be treated like one of your common slaves, nor will I bend down and lick your shoe at every moment. I am above this for I am a sith first and foremost and a warrior. A sith warrior does not beg nor is he treated like some foot stall. We are above such things. As for security, allies and safety these things I can provide given that you stick to your end of the bargain.'' Lucifer continued to glare at her as he spoke. "You may view me as weak but you would be wrong in that thought. I know much that others do not, that dare not know. Secret knowledge long forgotten by the ages, taught by three infamous sith of bygone era's to me while under their tutorlage, perhaps you may have heard of them on your travels within certain circles. Gene Starri, Ason Antilles and my eventual master Darth Mortis Diabolus one of the ancient ones who stood among the greats of his time. Indeed I am also one of the few within our order who is privy to the ancient knowledge of the secrets of the lightsabre art known as Juyo or Vaapad. If you would teach me and return me to my rightful place I would return this favor and bestow upon you my own knowledge of the force, of this so called lost combat art and thus strengthen your already considerable hold on the force and others. I would show you a method where upon you can enter a mind and turn his or her most embarrassing moments into a living nightmare, to literally make these memories manifest into physical pain. Teach you the long forgotten arts of alchemical sith sword creation, metallurgy and other such methods. All of this in return for which I will expect the same in return. If this can be agreed upon then we have an accord until such a time as our path's conflict.'' Begrudgingly, Lucifer extended his hand as a seal of the agreement he was making. So long as Qaela kept her word he would his.

Lucifer didn't fully trust Qaela, he was not so stupid or dumb as to willingly accept gifts from just anybody. The querying thought was shown on his face. He spoke his voice both stern yet mistrustful. He was not happy at all that she had marked him before without him knowing and he had only just found out about it. It was afterall a violation of his person. ''And you neglected to inform me before now, how convenient. Some would take that as a violation of their trust. How do I know this is not some trick. I am not so foolish as to openly accept such a thing as Tobias was without some kind of a guarantee it will not end...prematurely for me. How do I trust you will not kill me right here and now and that what you say is not just some lie concocted to hasten my demise.'' Despite having been defeated twice by the same man, demoted, and humiliated, he still was nobodies fool. He would play this smart and not accept a gift from a potential threat without knowing the full details and without a guarantee of survival. Tobias had trusted her previously and she repaid him by death, he had no wish to be the next desired victim on her list. If anything she had proven how seductive and deceptive she could be and from that he had learnt he could not trust her. Especially if she was just as likely to turn on him as she did Tobias. When no answer was forthcoming, Lucifer decided against his better judgement to accept the spell, however he was wary of it all the same. Shaking her hand and placing the blood he waited the next moments with mixed feelings of 'what happens now' and 'am I dead yet'. Standing he spoke. ''So what happens now.''

When Lucifer saw Qaela as he entered the hangar bay, he could tell by her frown she was the impatient sort. He had begun to wonder why had she shown such a interest in him lately, what had he done to deserve such attention. Regardless he wasn't sure if she knew the risk she was taking in her binding herself to him in the way she seemed to be doing...indeed he was intriqued by the prospect of it. He held no true loyalty to anyone save himself and the sith as a whole so he wondered why had she even bothered. He was a Sith afterall and most sith including him tended to only be as loyal as the power or gain afforded in return, failure was not an option. Looking at Qaela with a piercing gaze that could kill a eagle at ten strokes, he spoke. Her threats of violence and intimidation tactics didn't really have much affect on him, nor the fact she had a hand to her sabre. If she really wished to die he would indulge that passion without a second thought. ''Likewise this applies to you as well that if you try to run from your mission or deviate from the Dark Lord's order I will kill you. Even if you do not believe me capable of the task I will attempt it...and never shall I give up until you are dead. For just as you have your rules so do I have mine. That said let's get on with it shall we.'' If it was one thing Qaela would learn from that statement it was the kiffar was a fighter through and through. Even if struck down he apparently had a knack of raising himself from the ashes and coming back for more. Lucifer had resolved to change his fate, from here on his was the sith way...the warrior way. No longer would he leap before thinking, but be patient. A warrior's patience is infinite as his dad used to say, how he hated the man and yet he showed him such things. A smirk caught his lip slightly at thinking upon it...shame really he had to die. With that the kiffar looked about trying to spot the acolyte. He turned to Qaela briefly. ''Now where has that blasted acolyte got too.''

A disgraced Angel. That was what he was. Given into Darkness. Made 'evil' so the weak would grow stronger and seperate the wolves from the sheep. Full of all suffering, unwanted by society in it's shiny so called wisdom. A so called 'Soulless One'. As a vocation it sucked but he would not quit, could not quit. It was not allowed, not part of the job description. He had never had a holiday, ever. Pain? Always. He had Honor though and stuck to the rules, which lately he had started exploring in detail. The tall, dark figure of Lucifer stood motionless in the pool of shadow within the medical bay, next to the bacta tank where he was patiently waiting, across from where Qaela was standing. He was staring off and listening with an intensely concentrated gaze and a slight smile just twitching his thin, cruel lips. That smile could kill. His injuries appeared to be better than they had been and general movement was no longer a problem. Lucifer grinned again, ''If that is his wish. I will be there.'' He sighed, as he leaned backward. He could not help thinking about the predicament he was in, title gone, humiliated and not trusted by the Dark Lord, perceived as a flaw. Plus the fact that he had lost to Tobias. Life was becoming a real bitch. Moving himself to the hallway, the kiffar made his way to his chambers. Seeing a few acolytes and soon to be apprentices along the way he recalled his early training. In the near future these would become his Generals, riding out to command an army of discontented souls that would soon rise up and smite the galaxy. That was once he had risen from the ashes and reclaimed his right. It was then he received a message to his datapad. Reading it he nodded briefly before closing it again. Claiming his lightsabre, attaching his lanvarok to his right arm, taking two thermo detonator grenades, two flash bang grenades, and half his shurikans, Lucifer made his way to bay six to meet with the acolyte and Qaela.

“Where is he?!!.” This was the thought that ran across the mind of the kiffar. Surveying the hangar as he walked around, wondering what had happened, where did he go wrong. After a while it appeared that his mentor was a no-show. There would be no struggle anywhere, no turned over chairs, no bodies lying around, no blood, no chaos of any kind today. Well at least he could heal his wounds. Feeling he was nothing and no longer driven to excel or prove himself worthy, Lucifer felt simply defeated. He had let himself down; he should have done better, he was better than this. ''I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings…I didn’t even see it coming…” He whispered to himself as his thoughts whirled around his head. He stood there in shock over his newest reality. The Apprentice, quickly checked the room before walking off once he was certain the Sith Master wasn't coming. He was still expecting to see or hear him talking nearby however but he didn't soon appear. Silently walking away Lucifer made was way back to the bacta tanks, he had found his leg had gotten worse...it seemed he had left too soon. The preparation of this little event and what ahd led up to it had made his mood incredibly sour, and his behavior reflected that. As he breezed out of the Hangars at the end of the day he had avoided all inquiries regarding his loss of status and the duel. Especially from other apprentices, who were becoming relentless in there pursuit of the truth of the rumors. The truth was he was indeed, conflicted. How would he now appease the Dark Lord when he was held in contempt and humiliated. Yet there was a slight reprieve when he thought he felt a life flicker out in the force nearby, a presence very familiar. And then he realised who. Tobias. It seemed he had got his reward. Coveniant. A slight smile gripped his lip.The apprentice continued to walk to the bacta tanks and when he finally arrived, placed himself into the nearest tank. Now the true healing would begin...at least until he was next disturbed.

First everything seemed fine and then dark took him. It was curious how much could change within minutes, one moment you were a god the next you were made a man. This was how Lucifer felt the moment the apprentice Tobias defeated him. The next few moments were even more unpleasant as the former Sith Lord found himself being hoisted, half awake, broken and half unconscious to the door of the Dark Lord and dropped. He was a broken man, a fallen sith. Defeated and thought of inferior. His rank stripped. Soon enough the kiffar found himself taken and dragged to the bacta tanks to patch himself up a bit before going about his duty. All stared at him throughout the journey with contempt. The stench of wasting disease and mortality blossomed from the objects of their attention, and the surgeon, Doctor Virato wrinkled his nose at Lucifer when he awoke. “Quite the exhibition, Rather gruesome, I would venture.” Lucifer simply sneered at the 'doctor' if you could call him that. All he could feel was pain and a numbness to his left leg. The scene might have been lifted from a campy, no-budget horror film. The laboratory, was surrounded by the requisite collection of culture tubes, beakers, potions and gangly apparatus. Skin sloughed off and putrescent ooze weeped from septic lesions, others patients huddled together in abject misery. Virato canted his head and stepped closer, kneeling to study Lucifer. Soon enough Lucifer applied the bacta where he could and walked away in pain, forced to endure his failing. The room seemed to almost shake, as rage engulfed the kiffar lifting several objects and sending them spinning into amongst other things several patients. Can you imagine what your world might be like, One Minute After? A blurring of reality that transcends rational bounds; where every frame of reference has been turned on its head, and visuals are but reflections in a hall of mirrors? This was how the former Sith Lord felt. He lost everything. His rank and standing. He was incensed, Tobias would pay for this, for taking what was rightfully his. No it was not his fault, it couldn't be, he was destined for greater things. It was Tobias and Furion. They both would pay for humiliating him. He swore it. One day both would suffer and he would be there, the architect of their destruction. No this would not be end of him, they would not bring about his demise or see him suffer, he was stronger than this. He would make himself stronger. Limping on one leg he made his way towards where the other warrior's gathered. When he entered and saw Tobias he looked in disgust. Walking straight past he ignored him for the most part instead wanting to get straight to the task at hand. His focus was now entirely on his training.