Karys Narat iv-Adas

Several things happened that Karys did not expect or anticipate. The first of which he found himself flung from where he was and that he had lost his personal duel. The next thing he noted was the numbness, a complete and utter loss of feeling along one side of his body. Turning to the side he saw why as a wave of pain hit him. Pain he used to sustain himself in his current predicament, combining it with his immense will power, hoping to use it to survive. Blind in one eye with a great scar striking across it, several broken ribs, a disabled arm, another missing and a leg....he knew he was in trouble. And yet despite this he managed to move himself from where he was, crawling out the crater and clinging just barely to life. Left to die in his current humiliation, alive but mutilated. His condition was critical, and yet somehow he had crawled all the way to Nok Morliss and his new-found companion. It was a testament to his power over the Dark and his will power as a long drag mark lined the path where he had dragged himself out. Several times did he yell out in a rage, screams filled with anger, hate and above all a desire for vengeance upon the one responsible only for several troopers having to drag him back away from trying to crawl back after the cyborg. Eventually he knew that was not going to happen, that this was to be his new fate. From what he could tell out of his good eye, the Massassi noted how Nok had also suffered an injury, in fact the Sith and Black Sun around them were all suffering. It appeared the Imperials were far more dug in than they had anticipated and now they paid the price for that underestimation. Even despite the fact they had won the battle in space. In that regard he at least had a small reprieve...he would not he blamed alone for this failure. Two troopers held Karys up to Nok and Snake once he had crawled enough away from the enemy lines. His voice was raspy and filled with blood, which he soon spat out. “I see, I was not the only one to suffer this day. We all have suffered greatly, we have underestimated the Imperials...they are more dug in than we thought. No matter, they shall still fall. Bring me to the medics, as they attempt to steady me, tell me how you came to your predicament. And who is this creature you bring before me, one who reeks of such hunger. And above all, what lesson did you learn.” ((OOC: Sorry for the delay guys, been one hell of a week. As agreed Karys is alive but critical condition and might need help. ))

Karys cursed his rotten luck and the internal lizards nearby. He had missed his target with the duracrete slab, albeit he noted it was not a total loss...many enemies had been unceremoniously crushed beneath the gargantuan spinning construct he had thrown. The Massassi was impressed at the cyborg's tenacity, he surely was a worthy opponent. Yet he knew a solemn truth, no matter if he won the battle, the war belonged to the Sith. Even if he died it changed nothing, or, so he thought so...even as he danced with death. Karys eyes were now a deep black, the darkside enveloping him as best it were able. Wrath was his fuel and the Pain he felt even now, even as another bolt pierced his armour and stumbled him as it hit the nerves. It was troublesome, for now he had a crippled left shoulder until he received treatment. “Very good, but this stops nothing. You attempt to protect and prolonged merely the inevitable. The Empire will fall regardless of my fate.” Karys managed a laugh, taunting his enemy. As Ambrose rose, up in the air after avoiding his obstacle, the Massassi began running as fast as he could. Again the Warrior zig zagged, attempting to avoid being vaporised. Dirt, mud, splinters and blood marked his body and armour as he passed by bodies and debris in the hell scape the two had made of the area. As the cyborg unleashed a barrage of duel-duos blaster cannon fire, Karys rolled away from the first succession, allowing several new craters to form where he had previously stood. It was then he attempted to use the Force and telekinetically pull this deviant half man, half machine to the ground using his functioning arm. Hopefully breaking both allowing him to move closer and cut him to ribbons up close and personal. His favoured position. ((OOC: At last, 2. Sorry for the delay guys, but finally a post for Ambrose. ))

Karys was unamused as the half droid, half man refused to give a real name, despite the fact the Sith Lord had given as close to a real name as he was willing to part with. Instead the cyborg rattled off a generic sequence of numbers, a designation he had no doubt been given at one point or other followed by the usual threats of destruction. He expressed as such even as hell was unleashed, a attempt to taunt and make him angry. After all a angry man made mistakes. "Is that all you have to offer? A designation? Surely you can do better, surely you wish to be remembered as more than just a generic number. Or was the man you were too weak for rememberance...a man that failed to live up to his potential and now he makes up for it with this monstrousity before me." It was then he saw it. Five barrels of plasma spewing hell, the second it starting powering up he was already moving. Even as he ordered his men and women to likewise take cover and return fire. Zig zagging, weaving, ducking and weaving between tree's and whatever cover was available, including between his own troops he moved to hopefully place himself in a strategic position by placing the enemies own troops in the crossfire of the five barrels and the rockets. He attempted to make it difficult for the cyborg to gain a lock on him, a moving target was far more difficult to handle. He wondered would he sacrifice his own men for a shot at him. Losing several men, Karys grimaced as a leg flew past his face, half melted by the exploding rockets and another ran past alight in flame screaming. He barked orders out before putting the unfortunate out of his misery. He was a Sith but not without mercy for his own men and woman. No-one deserved to burn alive unless they were the enemy. "Launchers and E-webs to the front! Keep moving men! Blast that cannon and the cyborg with everything you got! The rest of you concentrate fire on the Yslamiri and surrounding troops!" Hoping he was out of range of the lizards Karys applied his own help, as best he was able even as he caught a fletchette round to the left arm, luckily it went straight through. But the pain would not be easily dismissed. As such the Massassi used that pain, it would fuel him. Remembering Myrkr, Karys became as a killing machine. His target Ambrose. He reached out hoping to grip a large duracrete slab that had fallen from the fighting nearby and hurled it at Ambrose like he were throwing a frisby, a jagged speeding frisby, with any luck he hoped it would make it past the lizards as the momentum carried it onwards and if not at least he would end some lives when it landed on the enemy. ((1 - good luck ))

As soon as Karys received a reply he was taken back a little. He hadn't really expected someone to answer all things considered and that someone had was worth noting, he would not forget it...he repaid his debts in full. He didn't have to wait long for reinforcements to arrive and when they did they were met by torso's, arms, legs and everything in between strewn all over the place. The sounds of blaster fire and multiple armed shuttles emblazoned with the Black Sun logo marked the arrival of the troops he had requested. Enough troops to counter the numbers he expected to encounter, which from what he had sensed numbered somewhere between sixty or more. Not including something that gave off a weird feeling in the force...which had intrigued him and those he couldn't find due to the infernal lizards. As soon as boots were on the ground the Sith Lord started issuing orders. “Alright ladies and gents, I want this done quick and clean as possible. They got a Moff holed up around near here and I fully intend to capture him and hand him over to whoever is in charge...they asked for a momento let's give them one! Form ranks, half of you concentrate fire on those holding the yslamiri lizards, that should allow me to assist your survival better, the other half concentrate on the Moff and those protecting him. Other than that feel free to let loose as you please but whatever you do don't hit the Moff! Now let's go show these imperial sons of a bantha how we do things where we come from!” Following cheers in light of the speech of sorts...Karys begun the no doubt soon to be bloody assault. He led them towards the Moff's general location, and as soon as they approached the firefight began. Taking a blaster bolt to his armour Karys snarled before ordering the man shot on sight, he just hoped they got the blighter. He was careful to not stray too close and step into the field of protection the Yslamiri afforded the enemy after the fact, for now he attempted to pull any within range of his abilities into an area where his troops held the advantage, ducking and weaving between cover as they and the Massassi hidden beneath the armour and masked/hooded robe he wore attempted to avoid blaster fire if possible as they made an advance, concentrating fire on both the yslamiri troopers and those protecting the Moff. It was only when the group approached closer that the real danger became apparent. There stood the by far largest cyborg (Ambrose) Karys had ever seen in his life. And yet the thing before him did not phase him...in fact it amused him greatly. He had hears rumours of such a thing, stories from the wars. As he recalled they were a secret project meant to counter the rise of force sensitive. But last he heard it had been shut down, yet here one stood. The thrill of such a challenge excited him. This would be a true test of his skill as both a warrior and a Sith, he couldn't wait. Pointing his sabre towards the mammoth beast of a cyborg he beckoned him, and to make his point he attempted to drag a trooper out from next to him...but instead found the man resisted the attempt and the yslamiri preventes it from occurring....much to his chargrin. Regardless a challenge had been issued, now he would see if it went unanswered or not. To further make the point he spoke, attempting to cut a enemy down as he got ever closwr to the walking tank of a manbot. “At last a challenge worthy of my pursuit. Come cyborg let us dance the dual of death, tell me your name that I might know my enemy as I strike him down in honourable combat. Hold nothing back...for I shall no mercy to you and yours. The enemies of the Sith Empire are unworthy of such sentimentality.”

Karys observed as the scene before him unfolded, even as Ekros attempted to hide his fear he could not hide it...at least not entirely. The force lifted the veil and allowed the powerful Sith Lord to see with unrelenting clarity as events unfolded around them. He was unamused by the man before him, his actions he thought were the work of a coward...a snivelling schemer, just as he had proclaimed of Lady Hyla. And yet the Sith saw through him, like he were reading a book. His soul was laid bare and was found wanting. In the end Karys had enough of it all, in fact by the time the man was done speaking he no longer had need of them. The force revealed where the Moff was more or less. Not an exact location but it did reveal the presence of a blank spot in the force and beyond that 'blank' spot a large gathering of men or women. It was an obvious assumption to make this was where his target was. As such he acted, no longer putting on any kind of show. His hate and anger...his Wrath made known. He spoke out. Even as tendrils extended in the force to crush all three of them. The force acting like a crushing vice upon their necks van as Karys removed Ekros hand with his sabre in a movement that was as quick As it was deadly, still holding the blaster. Lady Hyla was first to perish having been made subject to the pressure for some time already. But yet Ekros was not to die yet, he bore witness unaware of his fate to come. The fate of the Weak. All had failed to provide an answer to his questions about the Moff, and so he had his answer in his mind. Now, Ekros was being played as much as he was attempting to play the Sith but had underestimated just how much he was needed if at all. The noose tightened around Lady Hyla's neck until the pressure became a crushing force. All present could hear the telltale sign of her neck breaking. Next came Ferios. The force bent his ribs and bones inwards into the internal organs impaling many of them. But what was unseen was his heart being crushed into pulp. And finally came Ekros. He suffered most of all, having shown his true self. First his neck felt the same pressures as the two had felt, then his head, his skull began to pulsate, to go inward, and he felt immense pain as his skull was crushing into his brain but not before he felt as if he were being ripped in half and in truth he was. “All I see before me is Weakness. Three more alike than they would ever care to admit. I see through you like you were glass, Ekros, your soul is open to me...you are nothing but a coward. Spewing words I have no wish to hear. You reek of Fear. You told me only that I wish to hear or think I want too, thinking it would spare you. How naive of you, to assume you know me. And yet your failure is more. You failed to answer my initial questioning, this was your first mistake. Your downfall. And now I have no more use of you...none of you. The force has revealed all I wished to know. As such the price must be paid. I am a man of my word, only suffering awaits you, don't worry you won't be alone. Your family will be with you soon enough. As you descent into the realm of Chaos to eternal torture, think on this lesson you have learnt even as your death approaches.” As soon as Ekros was no more, Karys vacated the room quickly, he had no intention of being blasted. Cutting a hole in the window he jumped out and landed smoothly outside. Shortly after he headed towards the blank spot, no longer concealing who he was. There was no need, not when his brethren lay at the doorstep. He put a com through to whoever was considered in charge of the offensive (Zalis), requesting troops for an assault squad to help lay siege to the Moff using the highly secure Sith military channels he was familiar with. “Greetings whoever is in charge up there. Hope the fight goes well, this is Lord Akheron, I arrived before the fleet its an nice thing finally see some friendly faces at last. I request immediate reinforcements at my current position, I located a Moff and am en-route to dispatch him to the beyond but need some assistance on the matter. His somehow blocking the force in part, and protected by a large contingent of troopers, I can only do so much...so help would be appreciated. In the meantime I'll try to clear a landing zone for you.” With that Karys set to work. He allowed his Wrath to flow freely, as his rage, anger and hate focused it into action, assisting his sabre movements. He became an avatar of death and destruction to any in his wake, the Dark required sacrifice and Karys was only too willing to provide the victims it required. He would hold on for as long as he could until his reinforcements arrived.

Karys was silent for a moment as Lady Hyla spouted her hateful words. He allowed her to finish before considering his next move...slowly he approached her laughing as he did. And yet something was definitely not right about the situation, he was too calm. In the Force something stirred, a subtle movement, one aimed at the old kuati. Within moments, she would find herself unable to move, as if a great weight sat upon her bones. And then the wrapping around her throat, starving her of oxygen as she was lifted to come face to face with the Sith. “I was not meaning to insult you, your loyalties or your intelligence in any manner. Let's start again....but only since I admire your gall, your spirit. Unlike some you have strength. However, do not mistake these comments for leniency..if you expect me and mine to respect you, to treat you equally...you must first pay the price for your disrespect towards my allies. They would choke the life from you if they had heard such a comment. Such talk. Insult them in any way again or myself and you know just why they call me the Lord of Wrath, do I make myself perfectly clear?" Allowing her to breathe again he spoke. “As we were discussing. I need information on the current location of the Moff, and his security detail. Give me this and despite your display and insufferable arrogance, you and your families will be spared from the carnival of slaughter that is currently taking place, I can hear it even as we speak. It has begun. The Force reveals it. Help the Sith and you help yourselves, and your families. You would thrive under our rule. Think on it, what we have done in so short a time. What has transpired at Onderon. They have thrived like never before thanks to us and never been so strong. We have exposed the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi for what they really are. Weak and filled with hypocrites The galaxy cannot be ruled by such weak entities. Sometimes it requires monsters to defeat other monsters and keep them in check. I offer immunity from persecution, wealth, power, influence and the chance to strengthen the nobility against threats. We would make a powerful ally. That is the offer, take it or leave it. But as I said I suggest you think it over quickly, for the others are in no mood to bargain. They come to claim souls today. You have until they arrive at the estate to consider the deal, for its merits. But remember my warning and choose wisely. “ Karys smiled at the comment, how little did they know how true that comment likely was.

Karys issued a slight smile from beneath the mask he wore, even as he observed and weighed each member q he saw them. His gaze bore into their very souls as he saw the truth of who they really were and attempted to decipher if this lot were even worth the effort thus far put in. He would soon find out. As the one called Ekros, spoke out in what appeared to be worry or perhaps intrigue at the Massassi's reveal that the sirens were a result of allies of his, he couldn't help but laugh. “Yes friends of mine. Or allies, whichever label you would prefer to call them, but I am not at liberty to discuss more until we are without prying eyes. As I said time is limited and the clock is ticking, so if we can I would move indoors to discuss more. If you would lead the way, we can begin and see what might be accomplished in short time we have left. I shall explain why I asked this meeting be called but only when we are more secure. I suggest leaving the important questions until inside.” Karys noted how each reacted, the older woman especially. From what he had already seen, she fit the typical senile model. Loud, proud and old. He was happy however when both Ferios and Ekros managed to quiet her down before leading them inside. Despite the fact she kept passing over a glare that could kill. He wasn't certain how Nok managed to get her here, but it was apparent...she didn't like it one bit. It didn't matter much. All that mattered was they provided the information he sought and in exchange they would be granted an opportunity. One rarely afforded. When they entered and once it had been swept for bugs, the questions began almost instantly until Karys raised a hand to silence the room. “I know you have many questions, about myself and just what is happening. Allow me to clear things up a little. I shall be as honest as I can be...within reason. My real name is not Darius Jadeo. As expected that is a cover I was given to thwart any imperial interference in both Nok and my plans and allow me safe passage here to meet with you. You may call me Lord Akheron, I represent the Sith and her allies. And now Nok Morliss represents us too, for he is gifted of the force like me and many others. I would suggest showing him some respect from now on for when he speaks, it is for now with my voice that he does so until his training is complete. What I offer you is the chance to fill a soon to be vacant vacuum. You see my allies I spoke of earlier, are amassing at your borders and preparing to strike at the very heart of the Imperial throne as we speak. It is a strong alliance created of the Sith Empire I spoke of and the Black Sun, criminal syndicate. Our aim is to turn the Imperials into little more than dust and take control of the shipyards for our own ends. So you see opportunities are ripe for the taking, positions of power, of influence but only if you would work with us to accomplish our goals.” Allowing a moment for it all to sink in, he continued. “I know it is a bit of a shock, but know this. The Sith of today are not as we were long ago. We don't just go about slaughtering everything and everyone. Our targets are always with a purpose. Just as we reward our allies and those who would aid us greatly, but betray us and no mercy will be shown or quarter given. What I require from you three in exchange for this opportunity, to take over when the dust settles is information. Information upon any known high ranking imperials and where I may find them, Moffs and such to remove their corrupting influence. Do this and your power, influence will more than triple overnight. This I can guarantee you. I suggest you think on it quickly. Either you accept this offer or refuse and die screaming alongside the rest of the weak-minded individuals that mark the imperial places of power. The pieces are already moving into place however and the fleet will not wait for us. Mark my words that this is no idle threat I speak, this is the truth as it stands before you. So choose wisely, you have ten minutes to decide which is more to your interest. Be that to take your chances with the imperial war machine or throw in with us and achieve greatness beyond even your own dreams. But whatever the choice, choose you must.” As he waited, Karys coiled himself within the force. One wrong move from one of them, one wrong insult or finger jab of accusation and they would soon learn just how true his threats were.

*Approximately an hour before the Axis Fleet arrives* -------------------------------------------------- Karys had remained quiet since the training had ended, he thought it best to let Nok contemplate his own failure and think how to not fail again. Yet he couldn't fault him, everyone failed the first time. As the ship arrived at Kuat the Sith Lord suppressed his use of the Force, it was best not to advertise the fact of who he was in the force just as much as with his identity. He also took the appropriate measure of hiding his lightsabre up his sleeve but easily in reach. You couldn't be to sure around an area where Imperial Knights roamed freely. -------------------------------------------------------- He was happy that Nok's Kuati noble connections appeared to have paid off as they landed and were quickly allowed through however. The rest of the journey was rather uneventful as the skiff arrived at the Estate for the meeting with no problems thus far. Karys counted his luck, hoping it would last. He remembered the dossier, he was Darius Jadeo. And he was here to meet with a Lord Ekros, Lord Ferios and another he did not know. A certain Lady. As he waited he wondered what had Nok's attention. He too had felt something but paid it little mind, until now...he decided to leave it be and Nok to be the one to investigate, if it was worth his attention he would soon know. Soon enough a trio arrived, one a dark-skinned human by the looks of it. And then it happened. The sirens wailed distantly, it appeared the fleet had arrived far sooner than he anticipated...which was unexpected. But then no plan ever survived first contact he recalled. As Nok began to walk away, Karys spoke briefly. “Remember what I told you aboard the ship. Since we have run out of time, do what you can and observe if we are driven into combat. I shall see you shortly, we shall have to make this a quick meeting.” He turned to the trio, bowing slightly. Yet still exuding a sense of power, one that demanded the utmost respect. “You must be the three I was told of I presume? I am the one Nok spoke of, Darius Jadeo. Shall we head inside? We will have to make this brief, it appears my friends have arrived ahead of schedule. Most unexpectedly.”

Karys observed, silent at first and simply watching Nok for any sign of movement, feeling out in the force to see if he was indeed doing as instructed. At first there was nothing but a vague impression...but that soon became something more. The vague impression soon became a physical response as he felt the staff move. This time truly move. The force wrapped around the object and pulled it free from his hands, sending it crashing into two halves at the opposite end of the room. Much to the Massassi's amusement. It wasn't entirely what he had in mind or envisioned but it would suffice for now. With more training and time Nok would soon perfect the technique, of that he was certain. He heard Nok shout something out, something that caught his attention. It appeared Nok Morliss had a hidden fear...something he was afraid of. This drew his curiosity, he would ask about it some time for now it presented an opportunity, another lesson from which Nok would learn. “Ah but you are afraid. I can feel the fear drip from you like a tap leaking fluid...fear not of me however. But of something else, good. Use that fear you feel, make it your strength. You accomplished the first step now lets see if you can do as you have again, this time in combat as I said. Let us see if you can call upon the force to pull a staff without having to think on it. Let us see if you can use your emotions, your fear and your hate to call the force to you and bend it to your will on the fly. For in combat one rarely has time to think, you must act on reflex. Instinct and muscle memory. You must act with the force without having to think. It should be as second nature to you. That said there is another technique closely related to this. Telekinesis. The ability to move or manipulate objects with your mind no matter the size. For in the force as with other such similar abilities, one when sufficiently skilled and trained, the size, weight, distance, and mass of a targeted object does not matter. One can lift something as small as a piece of fruit to a starfighter, given enough time and focus. Just as it can also be used to manipulate liquids or to dispel gaseous liquids, or manipulate or to dispel such substances as well. With telekinesis many things which before seemed impossible, become possible. Attempt both in the flow of combat as appropriate. Remember trust in your instincts, in your feelings and emotions. Trust in the Dark, and let it empower you. Let your fear and hatred flow through you. Empower the Dark and let it empower you in turn, in symbiosis.” With that Karys offered a brief demonstration, pulling another staff from the rack using telekinesis. Illustrating his point as he entered an offensive combat stance, approaching without the force he begun his attack. Twirling the staff and attempting to smash it against his head again or sweep his legs if it failed. Yet all the while he hoped his apprentice stalled his movements by stealing the weapon from him.

Karys observed, noting Nok's actions and how he chose to touch the Force. It appeared he was indeed taking the lesson to heart but was still struggling to adequately touch the force as expected, and then he felt it. The staff jerked slightly, moving in his fingers as if someone were trying to tug it away. This elicited another smile as the Massassi spoke out. “Good, good...you are learning. You are close now, ever so close to touching the force, indeed you have touched it. You can feel it even now can you not? Formless, shapeless and yet it exists. Latch onto those feelings you felt and continue to feel, those that allowed you to touch the force and move this staff ever so slightly. Hold onto that feeling and pull. Do not act on instinct or compulsion, think only of your need to have the staff, that want of it. Wrap the invisible threads around it and enforce your will upon it. Focus your passion, your anger, your hate and suffering and rip the staff from me. Use not your eyes but expand your mind outward, out into the vastness of space and look beyond it. See the unseen, view that which is without form, that which is yours to control and take command of it. Strengthen that hold you felt and have, take the staff as if it were upon a line of cable or rope and you were pulling it towards you. Take control of your fate, your destiny and become who you were born to be. Let no-one and nothing bar you from it.”

Karys smiled for perhaps the first time at Nok Morliss, and for good reason. It appeared at last he was starting to understand...to see that there was no escaping the Dark just as one could not escape their shadow or the setting of night. He was starting to truly feel the Dark as well. The Massassi explained as such. ”Very good, you are finally beginning to see the truth of the galaxy. That feeling you feel, that heat and cold both at once...the feeling of being alive, that is the Dark of the Force. That ice and fire is how it feels when you access it, at least to some. It varies person to person what exactly is felt but it is more or less the same thing. That feeling you feel is the very thing you seek to be part of, and now you are for the first time. But you still have yet more to learn...but this is progress at least. You say I am different, that I radiate and the air warps around me, that you feel a pressure. What kind of pressure do you feel? In what way do I radiate and warp the air? Explain what you feel. I ask since it is important to know the difference impressions force users give off in the Force. To know the difference between a master or an apprentice, not making the distinction could mean the difference between your life and death. Tell me and then use what I just taught you to stretch out in the Force. Like I said before. Think more of yourself as a great spider who sits on a huge invisible web, what happens if you start pulling certain strands of the web and direct it at bringing in large prey? Think of the staff as your prey, and it has got stuck on that web. Now think about wrapping that prey in those strands of silken invisible web and pull your 'prey' towards you. Try this now, at the moment without combat after your initial assignment. Prove to me you were both listening and understand that which I am attempting to impart upon you.”

Karys considered Nok's actions as he fell to the ground, it appeared that although he had listened as expected turning the words into action was not so easy. He had anticipated the first few attempts would end in failure such was how it always was. Again he spoke out. This time he considered another approach. “You are close but still lack. However, it was expected the first attempt would not go entirely as planned, no-one ever accomplishes any technique with the force in one go. It takes time and practice as much as any martial form or learning a new trick. That said there are ways in which one may create a stronger connection and create easier access...ways that might focus your emotions and open your eyes to the force. One such technique I find affective is this. Take the emotions you felt, at failing, losing control and all that you felt in the brief moments before you fell and close your eyes. Then breathe, do nothing but focus those emotions, what you might do to those who oppose you, what you want to do if you see them and simply breathe. Then open your eyes. Do this now, tell me what you see, what you feel, and then we shall try combat once more this time after applying this technique. “

Karys almost laughed, it appeared in many ways the two were alike. At least at one point he had been. Arrogant, prideful and boastful of his ability, Nok would soon learn just how inadequate he really was and how little his proported training would mean in a fight against a force user. Yes it would be of some use...but that was only half of it. The Massassi spoke as he gripped what appeared to be akin to a bo staff and passed Nok Morliss a similar weapon, one not intended to kill but injure. “Perhaps that is true, perhaps not we shall soon see. However I have a suspicion the type of training you speak of was not intended towards the targets you shall face on Kuat or the multitude of enemies the Sith shall face. None of what you have been taught I fathom was ever in preparation for what is to come, nothing in this galaxy can prepare you for a battle against a force user or can adequately prepare you for the feats those touched by the force can do. The training I shall give you will prepare you for this and to expect the unexpected. My goal for now is to school you and teach you in the art of adapting and how to use your emotions as fuel to touch the Dark. Just as you did with that soldier. It is a proven fact that, not one battle will ever be the same with a force user....when facing such a foe one must improvise, adapt and overcome however possible. I shall teach you to do just this and also how to begin the first steps to the Dark spectrum of the force. How to harvest your negative thoughts and emotions and use them as a focus. As a weapon. Your emotions are the key to unlocking your potential and removing the advantages of your enemy in your favour. But to unlock that first step you first need to develop a specific mindset, you need to open your eyes to see beyond what you think you know. For everything is just a sugar coated topping, there lies another world beneath it. A hidden galaxy of possibilities. To touch the force, truly touch it. One must focus, breath and think not in terms of what is front of them but rather what lays beyond. Think of nothing but the hatred, rage, pain you feel. Perhaps it is a business associate who wronged you in a last life or the loss of a parent. Whichever it is deep inside, within you use it. Pull that to the surface and embrace those emotions. Focus on nothing but that emotion you feel or emotions...and block out the outside world. Simply...breath and focus on that point of origin and let it out. Try it now. As I strike, see if you can elicit a reaction of the force to counter. One not born of instinct or gut reaction, but one born of sheer will. Your will and focus, your intent a d attempt to push me away or pull the staff from me. To think of it one way, think of yourself as a spider at the middle of a great web, and that upon tugging of a single strand of multiple separate strands, you might pull in prey. In this way the force is similar, use this mindset and the force will become easier to access and control.” With that Karys twirled the staff clockwise before jumping forward in what seemed a blink of an eye, the staff held high and ready to give Nok Morliss another lump to his already lumpy head.

Karys observed initially, the ship seemed particularly ornate and luxurious, not that it would be of much use in the great battle to come. But the again Nok was turning out to be quite useful and resourceful in that regard. His idea or using a falsified identity and his business associates to gain entrance to the orbital platforms of Kuat was brilliant he had to admit. It would give them some degree of free movement and certainly assist with their goal until the fleet arrived. And that reminded him they had not much time to try and fit in Nok's first of many lessons...lessons that would be of use for the rest of his life. He would attempt to fit in what he could until they arrived. “I think the gym would be most suitable for now. We have much work to do to prepare you for what is to come, and little time to do it. I would have preferred more time to prepare your mind and body for this but alas it is not to be. So we must improvise and work with what we have. I know you may have had some limited combat training, but if you are to face an elite trained stormtrooper or those who use Ysalamir, creatures who can cut you off from the force then more is needed. I will do what I can in what time we have to see you in an adequate position to be one not to be taken lightly. We will hone your abilities as feeble as they currently are and make a warrior of you. Lead the way if you will, and we shall begin the first steps in your long journey as an apprentice.”

What happened next was all a blur for the soldier formerly known as J'boath Lorentz. He did not anticipate the Naimodians resolve or improvisation skills to be as effective as they were and did not expect such a counter. His ears rang as the shifted snow, plume of smoke and fire obscured his vision. By the time the sword arrived it was too late, besides...he was hardly skilled with such a weapon. He did not expect the blade or the speed at which it came for him, yet unknown to the Naimodian the force aided his efforts. The pain he felt fuelling his godlike abilities. Karys could feel it and elicited a small smile. It appeared there was perhaps a hope in him after all. Nok's aim was sure and true, slicing the man from throat to torso in half just as the Massassi approached with a small contingent of troopers who had heard the commotion. They stayed back as the Sith Lord stepped forwards and observed the action, speaking only as the body hit the ground dead. “Well done, it seems there is hope for you after all young Nok Morliss. Your pain gives you focus and strengthens your connection to the Dark, you demonstrated how effective it can be. Do you not feel this connection, this change? No matter. The life you lead is no longer, a new life begins for you...one of much hardship and pain but will shape and mold you into a god to some and an outcast and monster to others. Welcome to the Sith apprentice. Follow my words without question and you shall go far, betray us however and there will be nowhere you can hide. That said come, there is much work to do and little time. We travel now to join the others. I have heard word from the troops we are again mobilizing...we move on Kuat and the Imperial Remnant. They shall pay dearly for choosing to side against us, which brings me to a question. You said you were a businessman...no doubt in that line of work you have made many contacts. I wonder do you have any on Kuat that may be of use? Tell me as we depart. I am currently also without a ship so transportation would be most welcomed. Keep the sword for now, you will need it until the time comes you craft a ligthsabre of your own with a crystal attuned to only you.”

J'boath Lorentz was relieved when he heard the twang of the wire and the first trap catch the neimoidian off guard. He smiled as the tree trunk and knife combination struck him in the back but the moment of reprieve he found was to be short lived...he noted this neimoidian was resilient and persistent. Relentless even in his pursuit. Hearing the man coming for his position, J'boath got up and ran, heading towards another location nearby. One he had scouted as a possible position to set up a last stand if needed, as it seemed was the current case. As he ran he briefly stopped, hoping to avoid contact with any troopers as he lay another improvised trap. One made from a thermo-detonator and hidden beneath several leafs and stones covered in snow that would be activated if the man stepped on or near it. As he spotted his adversary closing in, he let out several shots from a custom DL-44 heavy blaster. Taking careful aim he hoped to land at least one hit, if not the trap he hoped would do the trick and the shots would lure him into it.

Karys watched cautiously and with care as the young neimoidian disappeared into the surrounding area. Yet always he kept close tabs within the Force, tracking his movements. Before he disappeared, the Massassi offered a final piece of advice regarding his motivations...his great sin. Avarice. He recalled this was perhaps the greatest of all sins. Avarice was a desire...an extremely strong desire for money or possessions...whatever those possessions took the form of. It was perhaps the most dangerous sin, for many times those who had been entangled in the sin had fallen prey to its promises of power. Would Nok fair any different Karys wondered? He would soon see. He laughed a little as Nok went off. “Ah Avarice....Greed. The greatest of the sins, the most dangerous some say. We shall see if you survive its embrace.” As soon as Nok was in the long grass, the Massassi kept note. Yet despite this he felt something drawing him. Calling almost, from the Dark, a great gathering of the darkness. Towards the edge of the city wall, where a fortress stood. He did not know the name of it, but he knew it served as a gateway of sorts. It would not catch his attention if not for the fact he felt a great void...the same he had felt before when among the battlemeld that drew him. He still wondered who could possess such a strength? Who was this being that held such a command of the Dark. Time would tell if the two would meet, for now he did his part. Seeing if another was worthy of joining the ranks most coveted above all else. —----------------------------------- Sweat trickled slightly down the face of the human. J'boath Lorentz. His blonde hair now coated in a thin layer of snow and pollen picked up by the grass he had travelled through...evading thus far capture by a remorseless, unthinking enemy. He thought he had seen war and death but nothing compared to what he witnessed on the hollowed ground of Onderon. He had seen it with his own eyes the day the battle had ended. Many lives snuffed out thousands burnt alive or worse. The Sith were truly the monsters some claimed they were to his eyes, monsters that now he was forced to run away from. To survive. He prayed the special forces training he received did its job, and he remembered it. Then he heard a snap. A twig in the distance, someone approaching most likely. Luckily he had the time to prepare beforehand and silently set up varied traps in the area. Traps designed to maim and wound, guerilla tactics mostly. He opened fire shooting in one direction, to draw attention away and allow him to move to better cover. From there he could activate a trap or two.

Karys practically laughed at the Neimoidian, caring not what he thought of the act. And yet deep down in the depths of his soul he used the force and was taking a measure of the creature before him...seeing if he was worthy of the attention he sought. Below he found there was perhaps potential but then again his most sudden arrival just after a major battle made Karys suspicious of his intentions. He wasn't entirely certain what he said was true. That and he recalled something he had heard of the species. That, Neimoidian's were not known to be the most trusted of individuals. In fact a vast majority were more than happy to double-cross someone or make some deal behind the back of a friend to get one up on them in their society, and that was after being forced to starve as a child to teach them greed. Which only further added to his suspicion. If the whole species was taught like that, how was he to trust the man's word. But as the man spoke and mentioned he wished to be a student it brought up something that before the Massassi had not really thought about since he first became a Sith Lord. He had yet to take an apprentice of his own. Someone whom to impart his knowledge, a worthy successor of his skills. Looking upon the Neimoidian, he wondered. Could this be such a man? Surely not. There was only one way to find out, first a slight interrogation of sorts. “Forgive my laughter, but I find it most amusing. That you would turn up now proclaiming such things...it is most unusual given the circumstances, and to be frank...highly suspicious. How are we to know you no spy and to be trusted? All this on top of the most important fact. A force sensitive you may be, but worthy attention that does not make you. You may call me Darth Akheron, or Lord Akheron as the case may be. What makes you worth the time of any Sith in this hall? Be they Sith Lord or Master? What makes you think your good enough, worthy enough to be noticed? That you have what it takes? Consider your choice carefully, deeply. The path of the Sith is one not easily walked and once begun it cannot be undone. Forever shall you be open to the force, both given a gift with it's blessing...but also a curse. One that will mark you forever. The Dark is a double-edged sword. It gives but it also takes, sometimes more than you think possible. That said I do sense something of potential within you. You are strong in the Force...stronger than most and as it happens I am searching for a worthy apprentice having recently become a Lord myself. Perhaps you might be worth my attention...perhaps. But first you need to prove yourself, prove you are worth my time and effort and you have just what it takes. As it happens I require assistance on my current task. Follow me, assist me in whatever I ask of you, no matter how it may offend you or any morale you might have, and we shall see what might be made of you. If anything. Come.” With that the Massassi led Nok out of the hall, and out back into the city. Walking he didn't stop to wait for Nok to keep up, instead letting him catch up. If he desired an apprenticeship that much he would work for it. Soon he approached the area the Commander had mentioned and begun looking at the aftermath of whoever had caused the problem he spoke of. It appeared there was certainly some skill to whoever was responsible. That meant a worthy challenge which excited him. He spoke. “To prove you really are who you claim to be, I wish for you to prove you are capable of doing things, questionable things others might find offensive. To prove hat you can take orders and kill without question or remorse. Morality has no place among the Sith...to an extent the Sith have no place for the weak of will. This shall be a trial of sorts, a test to see that you are indeed worthy of attention, your task is simple. To hunt down a fugitive. A highly skilled Galactic Alliance escapee from the previous battle, who as you can see left quite the mess and has some clearly defined combat skills Kill them and return with proof and then I shall consider taking you as my apprentice....just maybe. But only should you succeed. I shall only assist when it becomes necessary, for this the task is yours alone. Here take this.” With that Karys unsheathed one vibroblade from his back and tossed it into Nok's hands. “Use that to complete the task and return with the proof I seek. Be that a sabre, head, scalp or otherwise. So long as it is from the target. Now begin, you are on a timer... I give you until dawn tomorrow and no longer to accomplish it. Good luck, you'll need it and try to return that sword in one piece.” With that the Massassi left Nok to it, albeit silently he would be observing. Hidden from sight but observing all the same both with the Force and with his eyes.

Karys now Darth Akheron likewise gases upon the visage of Oni, just as he was observing his expressions and facial movements, so to was the Sith Master having his measure weighed. As Oni removed his mask, the Massassi smiled slightly, this was not the first human he had ever met, but he was perhaps the first with whom he truly felt a kinship, at least who still yet lived. Someone who understood him better than most. Both were kindred spirits of a sort. Warriors to the bone. Within he looked and within he found that similarity, it was that moment he was certain...without a doubt he had chosen correctly and as if to further confirm his suspicions that his gamble had paid off, Oni denied his offer of friendship...at first, resulting in a look of confusion that was soon replaced by one of understanding and acceptance. His words brought pride to his heart and pleased his soul. Rare was it that he met someone with whom he could truly be at rest, with whom he could form a fellowship. Karys listened carefully, remembering well Sheog's lessons and how they had helped shape him. In much the same way Camik was being shaped and molded now. Taking the hint he offered his own advice...advice born of his own experiences and hard lessons learnt. “It is true what he says young one, your emotions if left unchecked will become your end. They can be your greatest asset, or your worst nightmare if you so chose it. Listen to your master well and take in the lessons he imparts and I guarantee you this. There shall be no limit you cannot reach, and no enemy that cannot be matched given time and training...even death itself may be overcome in time. I am proof of this. I have died three times in the service of the Sith and each time returned. Death is but an obstacle that can be overcome like any other. I also offer this advice. Find your own path, your own way of doing things...your master will not always be there to guide you nor will the force. In those situations you may be your own enemy.” Falling silent he allowed Oni to continue talking before replying in kind. Chuckling slightly before regaining composure. “You had me worried a moment there... I too accept the hand you offer. As a brother. For I sense some sort of nobility, honour and wisdom about you, a kindred spirit maybe. In the ways of the Warrior. But to perhaps shed some light on the matter, it is true I am of nobility. The blood of the ancient and powerful, long dead Sith King Adas I runs in my veins, I am but one in a long line of his descendants. Raised from a child for one purpose. To serve my people and the Sith with honour and bring ruin to our enemies. To me the greatest battles are fought not from the shadows but when facing your enemy face to face. There is no greater thrill I find. But alas I am afraid our talk must end, as regrettable as it may be. I must now tend to the other business so spoke of previously, it appears someone is running around causing more trouble than its worth for the militia and our troops. And they are proving a difficult target apparently. So it falls to me to put an end to it and see they are brought to a swift justice at the Sith's hand. Until we meet again, Darth Oni I bid you farewell. And may the Dark watch over you always”. Leaving the two be the massassi begun to leave, heading down the hallway he was close to the exit when he felt it. A strong presence in the force from close by, one not born of Oni or Camik. Looking about from beneath the hood and nask he had raised once more, he soon met a Neimoidian. Bankers if he recalled, yet he wondered why one would be here of all places unless he were looking to make a deal of some sort. If he was in for a rude awakening. On closer inspection he found this was the one he had felt. Indeed, he could feel the creatures dignity and pride flowing like honey out of a jar from him. Curious as to why he was here, he approached cautiously and yet fearless. The mask of Darth Akheron was up and it was he whom the Neimoidian would speak too. “You seem a little lost. You are far from your home world Neimoidian, what it is you come seeking? If it is a trade I think you'll find us most uninterested. As you can see from outside we are rather busy.”

It pleased Karys to know that this particular Sith didn't seem to mind his presence or apparent interruption. In fact, he appeared to welcome the reprieve somewhat from what he could gather. Extending his arm, Karys greeted the man in a likewise similar manner and indicating he also saw this man as an equal as well. Albeit one slightly more advanced in his skill set but an equal all the same. He lowered the mask and hood, revealing his scarred face, and tattoos that eerily glowed upon a bald red head. Here he felt no real threat or need to hide his true self from this man or his apprentice. He would try to remember the name. Darth Oni. One of only a few so far to show him signs of friendship. And if it was one thing Karys knew, true allies were hard to come by. As the young Cathar bowed, he returned a bow of his own before speaking. “He seems very quiet, am I that frightening.” he chuckled “A pleasure to meet you both, I haven't had much opportunity of late to interact with others of our brethren and those interactions for most part I have had, have not been the most conductive to my health. So I welcome the opportunity. It gladdens me that you rejoice in my species revival, it is true we have had a rough existence. But if anything we are a resilient and deviant lot and prove time and again...that the Dark protects those who place faith in it, despite the efforts of others to destroy us. But alas where were we? Ah yes, Sheog The Mad. Indeed, he is a Master of the Order, in fact by my understanding his well respected and a master of the more archaic arts of the Sith. A Master of the Krath. He is one above all others that has my utmost respect and admiration. For it was he who truly made me, and helped me to mold myself into that which I have become. Despite his rather....unorthodox methods. I owe him a debt that could not be repaid. It was his efforts with the battlemind, combined with my efforts and others that just recently assisted with the defeat of our enemy above this planet. I'm certain you can still see the result of that fight outside or if you were to leave the planet. It is a shame you missed it.” Pondering a moment, the Massassi continued. “But I'm sure there shall be other times. Maybe in one of those we might fight together some day, it is always admirable to witness another warrior at work. As it happens however, I am in a bit of a hurry, so my time here is short. But as I said it is a genuine pleasure meeting you, if its one thing I'm short on its those on whom I can rely or can trust, true allies and friends. I have a feeling you are one whom can be trusted, so I am taking a risk and extending the hand of friendship. If its wanted...no matter if this was a meeting of chance or not. My instincts tell me that it is the right choice and much can be gained for us both by this.” As Karys waited, he wondered if his instincts were truly right. Was this risk worth it? He would soon find out.

As he heard the words the Massassi replied with violence. As the energy cracked the ground, burning a path of reddish flame towards the Massassi, he was undeterred and continued through the flames, using the Force to fasteners his movements as he ran through, allowing the fire to singe his clothing and in some parts set them alight. It was worth the risk and price of victory. While the demons were fascinating, and they're howls enthralling, Karys held only a singular focus. The channeling of his Wrath and Hayley's Pain. He came for her like a demonic avatar, a visage of black obsidian in lidless eyes and drapped in crimson red skin and armoured head to toe. His saber a extension of his Wrath. As the dance of death continued, Karys felt the howls of the dead, screaming in endless torment and his enemies fear as they retreated. When the dance hit its cresecendo, as the two flashed a final time, the Massassi channeled all they had in one final push of his own. Channeling one final overpowering push as his Wrath and her Pain fed the battlemind and bled into the ship's dark heart. The next moments were a blur but at its end Karys knew. Victory was theirs this day. Retribution was the Sith's and redemption was his. He had finally earnt his place and gained the respect of a few no doubt. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Timeskip after Beta Onderon battle* "You are free to make whatever choice you want, but you are not free from the consequences of the choice. The jedi and their allies learnt this lesson well that day above Onderon, as countless ships were put to the slaughter and I did my own part to fuel the battlemind that fed our allies. My Wrath and Hayley's Pain gave our friends the will to resist and drove them to defy fate. As the battle ended our enemies experienced what true pain was. What endless suffering awaited any who would encroach upon the Sith and deny our purpose. Thousands were put to the stake, our Dark Lord's retribution. Yet it was not this that would catch my attention that day, no it would be him." - Karys Narat iv-Adas As the battle died down, the enemy retreated and prisoners were taken, Karys Narat iv-Adas finally brought himself out of the intense focus he had placed himself in and withdrew his Wrath back within, caging the beast. His darker half, Darth Akheron. He looked upon Hayley and her injuries, no doubt she would need medical attention. Given the cuts she self-inflicted and the loss of blood would need replacing. As such he did the honourable thing. In her weakened state he lifted her, and proceeded to carry the young woman in her weakened condition to the medical wing. He spoke, calm and collected, his eyes yellow like two lidless suns as they were supposed to be. He now respected and admired her more than ever before, she was like him a warrior. And fought bravely with honour. He left One and Two to clear up the rest of the mess caring not what the did after. He started to view her as somewhat the sister he never had. That thought allowed a brief smile to cross his lip as he spoke, hoping she would hear it as he put her on the medical bed and allowed the medics to tend to her wounds. "You fought well and with honour, you have won my respect. And my loyalty if ever you have need, you need only ask it and I shall answer. You know me better than any now, Hayley my sister of the force. Rest well you need it." On those words he left her be as the medics undressed her, turning away as she was uncovered. He was a gentleman in that respect. It was on that moment, he was unceremoniously disrupted when his com unit went off. It was the commander from below. "Yes what is it Commander? I'm a little busy so make this quick." The commander sounded a little concerned as he replied. "Firstly I am glad your alive sir, we were all worried down here. Sorry to disturb you, we wouldn't unless it was important but there has been a incident. We have been receiving various reports of rifle fire during the battle. From what appears to be a individual of skill...they took out several enemy troopers who escaped with ease and quickly. That is all well.and good but they appear to have not stopped and are now targeting friendlies, its like they are possessed. We think it might be a residual effect of the battlemind. We have been trying to find them but can't seem to do it effectively and was hoping you might be able to assist. Given your gifts." Karys was not amused but he could see that his skills would be of use in that regard. Besides the battle was won, it wasn't like he had anything to do at the moment so he decided to oblige. "I see. I'll be down shortly, this better not be a waste of my time or someone will pay for it." On that the com shut off, the Massassi headed towards the hangar bay where he quickly commandeered a shuttle to the surface and went through the safety corridor. Informing the correct authority of his impending arrival and departure and letting Sheog know where he was going and that Hayley was safely in the medical wing before his departure. The last thing he wanted was a angry sith hutt master on his case. Not that he feared him, but it was a inconvenience. What he saw through the shuttle viewport as the pilot flew them to the corridor was awe inspiring. Several large ships hung outside and debris lay everywhere. Bodies floated frozen in time and space, several hit the windown before floating away into the abyss. It amused Karys greatly. It was a victory well earnt he felt and retribution had been justly served to the transgressors. Arriving below, he was greeted by the commander again who gave a crisp salute. Prisoners werebeing carted away in droves and led it seemed into the forests around Iziz for punishment. "Sir. We think his in the terrain paralleling the main road as that's where the shots have been coming from but that's all we have I'm afraid." The Massassi glared at the man with dagger eyes before answering. "It's better than nothing. I'll take it from here, proceed as you were" On that the commander gave a nod before going about his duties. He had a lot if work to do, of that he was certain given the influx of prisoners. As he walked towards the location the commander had specifiedx weaving between the crowd of civilians, military and now prisoners...giving the prisoners a extra shove when needed, he couldn't help but notice a strange feeling in the Force. A strong and dark presence lingering from within the great hall he spotted in the distance. He had heard word that they called it the 'Hall of the Mynock' it was a name that amused him, it was a shame that it was to be demolished. He admired it from architectural standpoint, but then its destruction served a purpose. Rebirth. In its death would a new structure take its place that would usher in a new era for the planet. Taking a quick detour, Karys decided to investigate this unusually strong dark presence he felt. One that drew him. Stalking towards the hall, he entered making his way to a type of what seemed a meeting hall. As he entered he noted bodies lying about, which was also amusing...it appeared combat had taken place here. And then he noted two individuals. One a human, the other a Cathar with a slave collar. The human appeared to be the one he had been drawn too, indeed he could feel his strength in the Force. Clearly he was a master of the dark arts. As he approached with caution, he issued a respectful bow of the head before speaking. "Greetings brother, looks like I missed one hell of a fight. A pity, I would of enjoyed seeing it. I don't believe we have ever had the pleasure of meeting yet, I am Darth Akheron, a recent title. I am a former apprentice to Sheog The Mad, someone you might have heard of. After much strife and three untimely deaths I finally earnt my rank as a Sith Lord. Suffice to say I learnt a few lessons from those trips, and just how menacing the undead can be. As well as the best method to will yourself back from the dead without cloning. They say the gates of Chaos are unbreakable...I begged to differ and won that argument." Chuckling slightly he continued. "I am curious as to who you might be. As it seems for some strange reason I was drawn here by your presence, there are never any coincidences I find where the Force is concerned as such I just need to figure out why I was drawn to you. Must be some reason for it, perhaps we can find it out. At the very least, it is always good to meet another of the dark under cordial circumstances." (( OOC: Current armour - https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/074/440/large/kim-eun-chul-dark-assassin.jpg?1480399549

Finding no console, Karys proceeded to simply observe and see what was happening...even, so he felt the feelings from the girl inside the tank. Like Milenko he was somewhat taken by what was occurring. And then his attention diverted to that of the smoke as it shifted and solidified into a lightsaber, a fact that intrigued him. He decided after seeing it to look into the art of illusion, thinking it would be of great use if one were able to perhaps create the illusion of multiple versions of oneself on a battlefield. But his thoughts were soon overtaken by something else...as he heard several alarms start blurring. Soon enough he became aware what it meant. The enemy had arrived, sooner than expected but arrived nonetheless. He turned briefly to Sheog and spoke. “The Galactic Alliance are here it seems. I shall proceed to the prisoners and begin the preparations, ya time to show them the fool's errand they have embarked upon in thinking they could remove us from this place.” With that he walked away, one thought on his mind as he headed towards where the prisoners of the occupation were kept. And so it begins.

As Two approached behind Karys, he quickly spun to face the droid, his face contorting to one of quiet rage as a hand approached his sabre. If it was one thing he didn't like, it was being snuck up on unless it were someone he knew well. He spoke out, voicing his discontent at being viewed as something to poke and prod about...taking issue at the droid for poking a syringe in his face and asking if it's master wanted a sample of HIS blood without his permission. He issued a threat to the droid and it's master, in a cryptic sense...all the while being ever wary of Sheog. He was not one of Sheog's experiments nor someone to be trifled with...not any more. He was an embraced as a brother to Sheog and would be treated with a bit more respect. “Get away from me droid! And keep that needle away from me as well, if I so much as feel a syringe from your direction I'll squash you where you stand regardless of present company. My blood is not for taking, at least not without a good and valid reason. Should your master have that, then I would oblige but not before. And a word of warning. Do not ever sneak up on me like that, only an assassin approaches from behind...it is most unwise to sneak up upon a Sith. Not unless you desire an early grave. Let this be your first lesson prince. Regardless if you desire it or not.” Calming his Wrath, the massassi listened as Milenko spoke and heard Three speak. It appeared at least one of the droids had been given a degree of sentience, and was smarter than the others as the feminine robot instructed the one with the syringe to stop. This at least caught his attention a little bit but not for long. Electing to ignore the droids after this incident for now at least, he kept a close eye on the one who had approached before with the syringe as he observed. He hated droids and this interaction was proving just one of the reasons why he hated them. They lacked boundaries other than it seemed this feminine droid he had seen. “Now where were we. Ah yes. Greed. It is admirable that you are willing to charge in without a thought to unlock such power. But do not be so naive as to think even the sin of Greed has no price. I was once just as arrogant and young as you in the force, I gave little care to how I got my power only that it would be mine to control. But I soon learnt. Every sin has its price, be that Greed, Wrath or otherwise. You may take of the Dark and what you desire true but remember this and heed my warning well from one who understands your predicament...the Dark takes just as much in return just as I mentioned. By all means let Greed be your guide but do not let your Greed consume you, for once that happens it is a hard road to climb back and return from. The tales of those who have fallen are many, try not to become another statistic lost in the annuals of time. I tell you this not to disway you or discourage. But to prepare you for what lies ahead and strengthen you for what is to come under the tutelage of Master Sheog here prince. Just as he strengthened me. Regardless I wish you luck on this journey and hope someday brothers we may be among the Sith. Farewell, for now young prince.” With that Karys stepped back, allowing Sheog to speak if he wished. His eye caught the sight of something strange in the background, a body with many wires. He was intrigued by it as much as Milenko had been earlier. The massassi wondered who was this and what experiment was this. It was truly fascinating. It was then Karys decided to excuse himself, so he might continue preparing the troops for what was to come. Looking around, he searched for a console to contact the commander below, and continue the discussion they had begun below on the surface. To find out just what he had to work with in terms of logistics for the fight on the ground. It would occupy him while Sheog got the newcomer acquainted with the Dark and what it entailed.

As Karys stood somewhat perplexed by the goings on...all became suddenly as clear as day. Hayley was in the middle of showing this noble something...a part of herself somewhat it seemed. As Milenko approached her the massassi held a hand close to his sabre, cautious of the man and what he intended to do next. Only when he embraced Hayley, did he relinquish. Understanding. He felt power within the man, potential...much like he had shown when he had begun. Karys asked a question in reply to the man's determination. ”And what are you willing to do to attain those desires, and destroy your enemies? What price are you willing to pay young prince? To what depths are you willing to go to see your desires fulfilled? The path of the Dark is not one taken lightly or easily travelled, many have failed the trials one must face on the path to enlightenment in the ways of the Dark...for it comes with a steep price...one that could cost you more than you know. I know this better than most...so tell me. Please. How far are you willing to go for such things? To embrace the sin of Greed. Would you condemn yourself to damnation for the power you seek or members of your own family? Would you sacrifice your very soul if that is what is required?.” Karys was intrigued. How far was this man willing to go to achieve his goals, what price was he willing to pay to unlock his potential. To feel the embrace of the Dark. He was certain Sheog wouldn't object to his line of questioning...if anything he hoped it was encouraged.

Karys was just about to enquire further into the defences when he noted the arrival of The Demented Madness, rather quickly several of the closer troops moved out of the way as the craft came into view and landed beside the formation. And then he was approached by a small rodent with a monicale and a feathered cap. Sheog's concierge apparently. It made sense in a way...he was mad after all. Karys could feel the tell-tale sign of his master inside and a smile likewise spread across his face as Sheog came out. It was true...it had been too long since they had last seen each other in person, and to be honest he felt a rancor shadow creature was no substitute for the Hutt himself. There was no comparison to the mad Hutt. He had little warning when Sheog, rather unceremoniously lifted him with the Force and dragged him through the air into his greasy arms. One thought crossed his mind. I'm going to need a shower after this and some more clothes. But then his thoughts went elsewhere and heard the words he had long been wanting to hear, as the staff was raised above him. What had seemed a lifetime in the coming had finally arrived. At last, a true rebirth as he was ascended. At last his trials and tribulations had bore fruit beyond the lessons they had taught him. To the massassi this was everything. Finally, he would have recognition in the Order and would be treated with a bit more respect by those beyond his current company and Telperiën Ar-Pharazon. When Sheog spoke it confused Karys a moment. Jedi Knight? What is he on about. Must be a mistake. He cast the thought aside as he thought up in what this all meant. And then he felt it. The Dark, it seemingly agreed with this choice of his masters...for the massassi felt stronger, the connection he had felt more refined. More focused. All became clearer. Karys was thinking of a name with which to title himself when something strange happened. He was sure he heard a voice in the wind whisper, a voice all too familiar. His father. In his ear came but one word from this voice. Akheron. He was certain the whispered word was telling him something. Offering a suggestion, from beyond the grave. A final piece of advice before fading. The word stuck in his mind and the choice was made. He would be Darth Akheron, it was a fitting title for one who used his pain as fuel. If he recalled the word 'Akheron' literally meant Pain. It made sense. As such he informed his former master of his choice as the two made their way to the Bleeding Kyber. “I thank you, Master Sheog. I am glad you think I am finally worthy of ascending, of recognition by the others in the Order. Despite my many failings. It is a debt I cannot repay, but I shall do what I can in my new position. Starting with assisting you in whatever manner I may in my new capacity, so long as the Dark Lord has no need of my services elsewhere. And in that respect I have a name to go with this rebirth I have been afforded. Karys is no more....at least in some respects...now Darth Akheron lives in his place. That said it looks like we have arrived.” As the ship landed, Karys remained silent deciding to instead follow his former master to whatever destination lay next. Yet when they got there, he did not expect to see Hayley...nor in the current state she was in. His jaw seemingly dropped beneath the mask he was wearing. Despite this he was curious of whoever the newcomer beside her was, his appearance seemed that of a prince or at least a noble. Karys knew nobility when he saw it. Turning his head to Sheog he spoke. “Well this is interesting...so what have we walked into? What's wrong with Hayley? Why is she acting like a rancor stole her saber?” Turning to Hayley, he spoke...hoping she would be compliant. He didn't want to have to use reasonable force if he didn't have too. “Hayley? You there? Come back if you are, I have some great news to tell you.”